The Third Year After My Death

Three years after being murdered by her fiancé’s lover during a high-stakes expedition to Salakole, the frozen body of a elite scientist is finally recovered. Vivian Fowler stole her supplies and ended her life, while her partner, Winston Patton, wiped her existence from official records to protect his true love. Once a respected researcher, she became a disgraced ghost until her discovery forced the team to face the haunting reality of their betrayal and the truth of what happened on that ship.

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Chapter 2

I See My Baby

I hadn't hurt anyone, but why had I to see such inhumane images in the third year after my death? I floated down and looked at the tiny baby.

This was the first time I saw that child.

I didn't cry when I was killed by Vivian.

I didn't cry when I watched Winston dissect me with his own hands.

But now, my tears were falling without stopping.

This child already had hands and feet.

If I hadn't been killed by Vivian, this child would have been over two years old by now.

He would have hugged me and called me mom.

I would have given him the best of everything.

But now, everything had been ruined.

"The identity of the deceased is still unclear. Ask them to get a DNA test."

What a pity, Winston.

If he had been more careful, he could have seen the wound I left on my belly when I saved him back then.

It was just that we missed once again.

Cayden took the things to be tested, glanced at the record paper, and continued to ask,

"Winston, how long has this person probably died? You haven't said anything yet."

Winston's hand that was packing up the case table paused for a moment, but he didn't answer. Instead, he asked Cayden, "Cayden, how long has Aryanna escaped?"

Cayden was stunned when he heard what Winston said. He then answered,

"It's been three years, Winston. Have you forgotten that after she escaped, it was you who wrote the report to withdraw all her honors and titles?"

I listened to the words in a daze. "Withdrawing my honors and titles?" I thought.

Winston knew that I valued the expedition team the most.

How could he dare?

For Vivian, he revoked what I was once most proud of!

"What's wrong, Winston? Did you think of anything?"

Cayden looked at Winston, then at me lying on the case table.

"Winston, don't think too much. Aryanna stole all the supplies and fled. She is not worthy."

Winston laughed mockingly, "Nothing big deal.

"Take a note, this person passed away about three years ago!

"OK, let's call it a day. Vivian is waiting for me at home for dinner."

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8.8

Discovering Husband's First Love is My Cousin

8.8

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Modern Romance

7.7

My Runaway Groom's Billionaire Cousin

7.7

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Billionaire Modern Romance

9.1

Ninety-Nine Letters, A Thousand Lies

9.1

On our third anniversary, I found ninety-nine love letters my husband wrote. None of them were for me. They were for Kennedy, the woman who stole my award-winning design years ago, the woman he swore he was over. His letters spoke of a soul-deep connection, a passion I'd only ever dreamed of. Then, my best friend called from the airport. She saw him there, with Kennedy, locked in a Hollywood-style embrace. He wasn't just cheating. This was a long-con. He'd married me to silence me, using my DNA to help Kennedy fraudulently claim the inheritance of the powerful Olsen family-an inheritance that was rightfully mine. He canceled my credit cards, renounced his citizenship, and secretly married her in France, all while I played the part of the loving wife. When I tried to fight back, he had me drugged, imprisoned, and nearly drowned, all to protect his precious Kennedy. He thought he had erased me, a mere footnote in their grand story. But he made one fatal mistake. He didn't know I was the real Olsen heiress. And I was coming back to claim everything he stole.

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7.8

On the Wedding Day, He Replaced the Bride with The Unforgettable Flame

7.8

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9.5

The Billionaire's Captive: Debt Of Love

9.5

Ten years ago, a storm tore through Burke Manor and destroyed my life. I was just an eight-year-old orphan hiding in the shadows when a rotted balcony railing gave way, sending the heir to the Burke fortune plummeting to the pavement. Before the ambulance even arrived, the lie was set in stone. "She pushed him!" my rival screamed, and the world instantly branded me a murderer. I was hauled away in a police cruiser, losing everything. A decade later, I was an eighteen-year-old mechanic in Queens, covered in grease and struggling to keep my Nana Rose alive. But the past doesn't stay buried. Finn Burke returned in a black Maybach, looking like a predatory emperor. When Nana suffered a massive heart attack, the hospital demanded a deposit I couldn't pay, and Finn was there with a checkbook and a contract of "indebted servitude." He bought my grandmother's life and, in exchange, he bought me. He dragged me back to the manor, locked a titanium GPS shackle around my wrist, and forced me to be his personal caretaker. He wants me to manage his pain, to bathe him, and to look at his crippled legs every day as a reminder of the "sin" he says I committed. He calls me his property, a slave to a debt I can never repay. But while massaging his legs, I felt something impossible—muscle tone and reactive tension that shouldn't exist after ten years of paralysis. He thinks he’s broken me, but he’s forgotten one thing. I’m a mechanic; I know when someone is hiding what’s under the hood. Finn Burke is lying about his legs, and I’m going to find out why, even if I have to burn this manor down to get the truth.

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