Thirty Days To Marry: The Doctor's Escape
I was Ethan Dejesus’s "glorified roommate" for eight long years. Even though I was a successful doctor, I lived in the guest room of his luxury penthouse and spent my mornings making his coffee like a servant while waiting for a ring that was never coming.
The breaking point came when Ethan forced me to give his mistress, Delisa, a medical exam in the VIP wing of my own hospital. He didn't just want to break my heart; he wanted to destroy my professional dignity in front of the woman he was cheating with.
During a paparazzi swarm at his estate, a heavy camera lens hit me in the temple, leaving me bleeding on the floor. Ethan didn't even flinch. He stepped over my body to protect Delisa, making sure he looked like a hero for the cameras while I struggled to stand. That night, I overheard him laughing at a bar, telling his friends I was like a "stray dog" that would always crawl back for scraps no matter how much he starved me. When I finally stood up to him, he shoved me out of his SUV onto a dark highway in the middle of a rainstorm and threw my purse into the mud. I walked for miles in the freezing rain, only to get home and find Delisa already moved into the penthouse, sitting at my vanity and wearing my clothes.
"You'll be back in a week when the money runs out," he laughed as I packed my only suitcase.
"You're a nobody from Queens. You have nothing without me."
I looked at the man I had loved for nearly a decade and realized the woman who worshipped him was dead. He had murdered her on that highway, and he didn't even care.
I blocked his number, dropped my key card on the floor, and walked out into the night without looking back. I wasn't going to be his "stray dog" anymore. I was heading to a small house in the suburbs to meet Carleton Schmitt—a total stranger I had agreed to marry in a moment of drunken desperation who was now my only way out.
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Chapter 7
Amira didn't stop. She yanked her purse free and pushed through the door into the night air.
"Amira! Stop!"
Heavy footsteps pounded on the pavement behind her. Ethan grabbed her arm, spinning her around. His grip was bruising.
"What were you doing there? Spying on me?" he accused, his face twisted with suspicion.
"Let go of me," Amira said calmly.
"You're making a scene," he hissed, glancing around at the empty parking lot. "Get in the car."
His black SUV was idling at the curb, the driver waiting. Ethan dragged her toward it. She dug her heels in, but he was stronger. He shoved her into the backseat and climbed in after her, locking the doors with a click that sounded like a prison cell closing.
"Drive," he ordered.
The car merged onto the highway, the city lights blurring past.
Ethan turned on her. "You look like trash with that bandage on your face. You're embarrassing me."
"You caused this," Amira said, staring straight ahead.
"I saved Delisa. You were just in the way. You're always in the way."
Amira turned to look at him. "I heard what you said. About the dog."
Ethan paused. He shrugged, adjusting his cuffs. "It's true. You have no one but me. I pay for your life. I pay for your car. I made you."
"I'm a doctor. I made myself," she said.
"Without my money, you're nothing," he spat. "You're a nobody from Queens."
"Then I'd rather be nothing." She took a breath. "I don't love you anymore, Ethan. It's gone."
The silence in the car was deafening. Ethan's face twitched. A vein in his forehead pulsed. He couldn't handle rejection. He couldn't handle losing control.
"You don't get to stop loving me," he growled. He reached out and grabbed her chin, his fingers digging into her jaw, forcing her to look at him. "Take it back."
Amira stared into his eyes. They were empty. "No."
His phone rang. Delisa.
Ethan released her chin with a shove. He answered the phone, frustrated. "What?"
He listened for a moment. Then he looked at Amira. His expression shifted from anger to pure malice.
"Pull over," Ethan told the driver.
The driver hesitated. "Sir? We're on the highway."
"I said pull over!"
The SUV swerved to the shoulder, tires crunching on gravel, slowing rapidly.
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8.6
Lilac Stone once wanted nothing more than being unnoticed. But everything changed the moment she met Adrian Cole, the new lecturer.
He's distant and completely off-limits. She's quiet, guarded, and unprepared for the way he sees right through her.
What begins as harmless conversations after class quickly turns into something far more dangerous-something neither of them can stop no matter how hard they try.
But then they're living in a world where rules are meant to be followed, and their connection is one line they were never supposed to cross.
Whispers turn to accusations. Secrets are exposed. Their futures are at risk.
They are merely two opposites-a lecturer and a student, a male and a female-but they are bound to destroy each other as long as they are huddled in one space at the same time.
What then can they choose: forfeit their futures and embrace their happiness, or let the latter slip while keeping their careers intact?
9.7
My husband, the ruthless Don of the Parks family, made his choice.
When his mistress burst in screaming that her son was sick, Jackson didn't hesitate. He left me—his wife who had just been poisoned—pinned against the wall to die, rushing to comfort a child who wasn't even his blood.
That night, "Elena Parks" died in a fiery car crash.
I spent years rebuilding myself in France, hidden by Hamilton Nixon, a man who loved me in the shadows. I finally found peace. I finally felt free.
But Jackson found out the truth. He discovered the boy was another man's son and that his mistress had been drugging him. Instead of letting me go, his grief turned into a terrifying obsession.
He hunted me down, kidnapped me, and dragged me back to the estate that had been my prison.
I woke up tied to our marriage bed with silk ribbons.
"I'm building a garden," he whispered maniacally, stroking my hair as I struggled against the bonds. "Just like you wanted. We're going to be happy."
He thought kidnapping was a grand romantic gesture. He thought he could erase the abuse with a fresh coat of paint and forced proximity.
But he underestimated me. And he underestimated Hamilton.
After a violent rescue, I rose from the ashes not as his wife, but as a titan of industry.
Six months later, Jackson stormed the stage at my global summit. He knelt before me on live television, holding a ten-carat pink diamond, thinking he could buy my forgiveness.
"I'm ready to take you back," he announced to the world.
I looked at the man who had destroyed me, then at Hamilton, the man who had saved me.
I grabbed Hamilton's lapels and kissed him in front of millions.
"There is no 'us', Jackson," I told him into the microphone, watching his world shatter. "You are just haunting a graveyard."
8.8
Dante was my fiancé, the future Don of the Costa Syndicate, and my entire world—until he strapped me to an interrogation chair. Tricked by my adopted sister’s toxic lies, he injected me with a truth serum that destroyed my womb and killed our unborn heir. I didn't just walk away; I let Scarlett die in the snow. Five years later, I am Siena, the underground's most lethal asset, standing at Dante's gala on the arm of his deadliest rival, Damien. Dante thinks he can buy me. He doesn't realize I'm here to burn his empire to the ground.
9.3
Innocent Silesia
9.3
No!" My voice rang loudly. "Like I said, this is the first time I've even been in this city."
"Ah, I see..." His voice shifted. "I was going to give you a different punishment. But since you claim you haven't slept with me..." He leaned forward, his smile cruel. "Why not refresh your memory?"
When Matteo's empire is shaken by betrayal, a stolen jewel, a night of seduction turned deception, his wrath is swift. He vows to hunt down the thief who dared to cross him. But fate delivers him the wrong girl.
Silesia Elton is twenty-three, an orphan from the quiet seaside town of Averna. She comes to Bellmere chasing nothing more than a job, a chance, a future. Instead, she is mistaken for the thief who stole from the king. Kidnapped, accused, and punished, her innocence is shattered in a single night of cruelty.
By the time Matteo realizes the truth, it's too late. Silesia is gone, leaving behind nothing but tears and the echo of words he has never heard before: "I don't want your money."
But Matteo cannot forget her. Dreams of her innocence haunt him, stirring something he has never known, remorse. Guilt sharpens into obsession, and soon the man who swore never to chase anyone finds himself searching for the girl who slipped through his fingers.
Meanwhile, Silesia struggles to survive in a city that devours the weak. Betrayed by the law, cast out by kindness, she is forced into the shadows, where every hand that offers help demands a piece of her soul. Yet even as she runs from the man who ruined her life, fate drives her back into his world.
Caught between the two is Matias Loki, Matteo's twin, a man who hides warmth behind ambition and whose gentle eyes see in Silesia the light his brother cannot hold. But desire between brothers is dangerous, and Silesia becomes the spark that threatens to burn the empire down.
8.4
My boyfriend, Damien, chose a Vegas trip with his toxic best friend, Branden, over our relationship, ignoring my ultimatum that if he walked out, we were over. He walked.
A week later, he was back, dangling a designer handbag as a peace offering. But while he was partying, I was in the ER with a severe, stress-induced anxiety attack.
The final blow came when I saw Damien had 'liked' Branden' s social media post mocking my pain.
He stood outside my apartment, laughing with Branden, calling me "dramatic" and "clingy," completely unaware I had already packed his entire life into boxes.
"What... what is all this, Cecil?" he stammered, his face turning from shock to rage as he saw his belongings ready for the movers. "What have you done?"
I looked him dead in the eye, my voice cold and steady. "We're over, Damien. So, are these boxes going to your place, or to Branden's?"
8.1
Project Chimera
8.1
The monsters they created have come home.
George Alvarez, a Miami police officer, thought it would be just another patrol. Instead, he's forced into chaos, fighting to protect civilians in a mall overrun by predators not born of nature, while struggling to keep his life long secret. Survival is the only priority.
Former Dr. Bridget Carter never intended to unleash hell. Once a rising star in genetic science, she walked away from the illegal experiments that twisted DNA into something unnatural, something alive. Now a quiet mother trying to forget, she finds herself trapped in Miami's crowded Bayside Mall... just as the creatures she once helped design break loose.
As bodies fall and exits vanish, Bridget, George, and a small group of strangers, including a fading boxer, a disciplined fighter, and a scientist with dangerous knowledge, must navigate a maze of terror, uncover what went wrong, and stop the creatures before they reach the city beyond.
But these aren't mindless beasts.
They evolve.
They hunt with intent.
And they remember the people who made them.
"The past never dies, it mutates."