The Billionaire's Broken Doll Returns
Five years ago, I was sentenced to prison for a car accident that left Blaire Lowe fighting for her life in the ICU.
The day I was finally released, I thought the nightmare was over, but it had only just begun.
Carson Long, the man who once loved me, was waiting. He didn't see a victim of a tragic accident; he saw a monster who deserved to rot.
He made sure I knew that freedom was a lie. He turned my life into a living hell, dragging me through the halls of the hospital to witness the ruin I had caused, forcing me to watch as those who once knew me spat on my name and treated me like filth.
When he demanded I pay for my sins by destroying my own face, I didn't hesitate. I carved a jagged scar into my cheek just to satisfy his cold, relentless hatred, hoping it would finally be enough to earn his mercy.
But he wasn't satisfied. He dragged me to his estate, stripped me of my dignity, and turned me into the house's lowest servant, forcing me to scrub cobblestones until my knees bled and my body gave out.
Why did he hate me so much that he wanted me to suffer every second of my existence? Why was he so determined to see my soul crushed into dust, even when I had nothing left to give?
I looked at the trash I was forced to eat, and in that moment, I realized that as long as Carson held the leash, I would never be free.
I picked up a piece of moldy bread, my eyes hollow, and decided that if living meant becoming his dog, I would find a way to end the game on my own terms.
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Chapter 6
Jane lay perfectly still on the hospital bed. The numbing medication was fading fast. Every time her heart beat, a wave of fire pulsed through her stitched cheek. She sucked in a sharp breath through her teeth.
The door opened quietly. Dr. Freeman Morales walked in, holding a small penlight.
"How are you feeling, Jane?" Freeman asked, his voice gentle. He clicked the light on to check her pupil response.
Jane's eyes widened in terror. She grabbed the edge of the thin blanket and dragged herself backward, pressing her spine against the bedrail.
Freeman noticed her extreme flinching. He lowered the light.
"I'm not going to hurt you," Freeman said softly. "I need to ask you about your old injuries. The broken ribs and the burns. Who did that to you?"
The memory of the dark isolation cell flashed behind Jane's eyes. The smell of burning flesh. The sound of Tasha laughing.
She bit down hard on the inside of her cheek. She shook her head rapidly, refusing to speak. She knew Carson controlled this hospital. Anything she said would just be used to mock her.
Freeman sighed. He opened his mouth to try again, but the heavy door was suddenly shoved open.
Carson walked into the room. His presence sucked all the oxygen out of the space. His face was a mask of pure ice.
The moment Jane saw him, her heart rate spiked. The heart monitor beside the bed started beeping in a rapid, frantic rhythm.
Carson glanced at the machine, then looked at Freeman. He tilted his head toward the door.
Freeman hesitated, looking back at Jane's terrified face. But Carson's stare left no room for argument. Freeman walked out and pulled the door shut behind him.
The heavy click of the latch sounded like a vault locking.
Carson walked to the edge of the bed. He looked down at her pale, bandaged face.
"You have a thick skull," Carson sneered. "I guess cockroaches really are hard to kill."
Jane's body shook violently. She was trapped. This room was just a cleaner version of her prison cell.
Survival instinct took over. She threw her blankets off. She grabbed the IV line taped to the back of her hand and ripped it out.
Blood instantly welled up from the torn vein, dripping onto the pristine white sheets. She didn't care. She swung her legs over the side of the bed and tried to run.
The moment her bare feet hit the floor, her weak knees buckled. She pitched forward.
Carson moved with terrifying speed. He grabbed the back of her hospital gown and yanked her upward. He slammed her back against the wall, pinning her there with his forearm across her chest.
"You aren't going anywhere," Carson growled right against her ear. "Not without my permission."
Jane struggled weakly. The rough wallpaper scraped against the fresh wounds on her back. Tears spilled from her right eye.
She turned her head. She looked at him with absolute desperation. "Please," she choked out. "Let me go."
Her shaking hand reached into the pocket of her dirty coat, which had been tossed on a chair nearby. She dug her fingers in.
She pulled out the crumpled, blood-stained dollar bills-the change from the daisies.
Her hand trembled violently as she held the pathetic amount of money up to Carson's chest.
"This is all I have," Jane sobbed, her voice breaking. "Take it. Please. Just let me live."
Carson stared at the dirty paper money. Instead of pity, a blinding rage ignited in his chest.
She thought she could buy her way out of Blaire's suffering with pocket change? It was the ultimate insult.
Carson slapped his hand out. He struck her wrist hard. The dollar bills scattered across the floor like worthless trash.
He moved his hand up and wrapped his long fingers around her throat. He squeezed, forcing her chin up.
"Your life isn't worth a single cent," Carson spat, his eyes burning into hers.
He leaned in closer. "Walking out of that prison wasn't freedom. It was just a transfer. Your parole officer?" Carson added, his voice dripping with dark amusement. "My assistant already handled him. On paper, you are a ghost who skipped town. Legally, you don't exist anymore. You belong to me now."
Jane's pupils dilated. The last tiny spark of hope inside her chest was crushed into dust.
Carson saw the exact moment her spirit broke. A sick sense of victory washed over him, followed instantly by a hollow ache he refused to acknowledge.
He let go of her throat. He pulled a silk handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his fingers, acting as if touching her had infected him.
Carson turned and walked to the door. "Guards are outside. If you try to run, I'll make sure you never find a corner of this earth to hide in. Your name is already poison. You step out of line, and I'll ensure you can't even get a job scrubbing toilets. You'll be forced right back into the gutter where you belong."
The door slammed shut. Jane slid down the wall, collapsing into a heap on the floor among the scattered dollar bills.
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9.2
For a thousand years, the city of Crescent Falls has survived beneath the shadow of an ancient savior. Each century, a man is chosen as an offering to Sariyah-the being said to have once driven demons from the world. When Bastion, the man Ember loves, is taken after daring to refuse her, Ember's grief turns into defiance, and she vows to bring him home no matter the cost.
Her search forces her into an uneasy alliance with Orion St. James, a dangerously charming immortal with a violent past and secrets tied to Sariyah herself. Bound together by a magic neither of them wants nor understands, Ember and Orion are drawn into a hidden war beneath the city-one involving cultists, monsters, and an ancient order known as the Watchers.
As Crescent Falls begins to fracture, Ember experiences unsettling visions that hint her bloodline is far more entangled with Sariyah than anyone ever suspected. Strange new powers awaken within her, blurring the line between protector and destroyer, while enemies gather and old loyalties are tested.
With the city on the brink of collapse and unseen forces moving in the shadows, Ember must decide how far she is willing to go to save Bastion-and whether becoming something darker is the only way to stop an evil that has ruled unchallenged for centuries.
Because some thrones are not inherited.
They are taken.
7.9
Hannah came home under a false identity, ready to keep her head down and avoid trouble. Then a near-drowning opened her eyes, and the family she had wanted gave her nothing but disappointment.
She severed every tie, shed the disguise, and rose in revenge as a miracle doctor, brilliant hacker, and feared underworld ruler. Shock followed her family at every turn.
Her parents regretted everything. Her eldest brother clung desperately to the bond of their shared blood, while her second brother gave up his entire fortune just to earn her forgiveness. Her third brother offered up his own body for a surgery-all to save her.
But Hannah stayed cold and built her empire alone. Only one deadly rival refused to be ignored.
"I was hired to kill you, mister."
"Then take my heart, too."
7.5
For five years, I was locked away in the freezing royal dungeon, starved and used as a bloody plaything by the kingdom's sadistic Cabinet Minister, Brandt Fischer.
He tortured me daily for one twisted reason: I simply looked like someone else.
When he visited my cell to casually announce my father's execution and drag a silver dagger across my neck, he expected me to beg.
Instead, I laughed, sank my teeth directly into his carotid artery, and was violently thrown against a jagged stone wall to my death.
As my skull cracked and my blood stained the moss, I thought about my so-called family. The moment Brandt had demanded me, my father, the Duke, handed me over without a single hesitation to save his own political career.
I was nothing but a disposable pawn, left to rot in the dark while the monsters who ruined my life thrived.
I died suffocating on my own blood and absolute, destructive vengeance.
Then, I opened my eyes.
I was lying in my silk-sheeted bed, reborn as my fifteen-year-old self.
Today was the exact day Lord Daryl Langley, the God of War, would be ambushed and crippled—the event that allowed Brandt to seize ultimate power.
I immediately stole a horse, rode to the palace gates, and threw myself directly in front of Daryl's moving carriage.
"I just didn't want to see a hero die like a slaughtered pig."
I didn't care if I had to shatter my own ankle to hijack his convoy. This time, I was going to save the general, and he would become the blade I use to slaughter them all.
8.4
Everything in Chris' world changes when he meets Kate.
Chris Cena who is a young billionaire CEO controls one of the most powerful empires built by his late father.
Chris lives under the shadow of his mother, Elisabeth Cena. The ruthless woman who once ruled the empire before handing it to him.
Kate Milmar who is brillant, sensual and emotionally guarded moves confidently among powerful men without ever allowing herself to belong to any of them.
When she publicly challenges a wealthy client, her fearless defiance immediately captures Chris's attention.
Chris offers her a dangerous proposal for her to leave her world and exclusively belong to him.
As their attraction grows slowly, Kate notices strange cracks in the history of the Cena Empire. Chris's father died suddenly years earlier and in the aftermath, Elisabeth took control of the company briefly before passing it to her son.
What once seemed like a normal transition begins to look suspicious as Kate uncovers missing records, hidden documents and a mysterious change in the company's will.
Elisabeth sees Kate as a threat to both her son and the legacy she had built and a silent war begins between the two women .
Chris gets caught between his loyalty to his mother and the growing feelings he has for Kate.
8.9
Ava Kidd just wanted to escape her abusive stepmother when she got drunk at a high-end club and stumbled into the wrong hotel room.
She woke up the next morning in a luxury penthouse, lying naked next to a terrifyingly handsome man covered in her scratch marks.
Recalling rumors of the hotel's secret underground concierge, she immediately assumed she had accidentally slept with an elite male escort.
Desperate to settle the bill, she offered him her only debit card with a pathetic $1,800.
But the man, who was actually Garrison Terry, the ruthless billionaire CEO, was deeply insulted by the cheap plastic.
He trapped her against the bed, coldly demanding a half-million-dollar service fee.
When Ava frantically offered her dead mother's tarnished locket as collateral, he cruelly dismissed it as worthless junk.
Ava was humiliated, her heart pounding with absolute terror.
She didn't understand why this arrogant gigolo was acting like a deranged extortionist, demanding a fortune from a broke girl who had clearly made a mistake.
Furious and refusing to cower, she sneaked out, put on his oversized designer shirt, and aggressively ate his $800 truffle breakfast.
Having no money left, she grabbed her cheap red lipstick, wrote a defiant IOU on his expensive linen napkin, and fled the hotel.
She thought she had escaped a criminal, but upstairs, the billionaire traced her lipstick-stained name with a predatory smile.
"Ava Kidd, I will absolutely find you."
9.1
I drowned in freezing pool water, the mocking laughter of the elite Savage family echoing in my ears.
When I opened my eyes, I was an eight-year-old orphan again, right on the day those monsters came to adopt me.
Terrified of repeating my hellish past, I ran down the hallway and desperately grabbed the shirt of a random, dumpy IT guy, begging him to take me instead.
I thought I had chosen a weak, boring suburban dad to hide behind.
But I was completely wrong.
My new mom greeted me with a ceramic tactical knife hidden in her apron.
My clumsy dad sliced dinner ribs with the terrifying precision of a seasoned hitman.
My ten-year-old brother was a dead-eyed sociopath who immediately calculated my bone density.
They were a family of lethal underworld monsters, yet they frantically pretended to be a normal, pathetic household just for me.