When I Bled Out Calling Your Name You Chose Her Party

After being murdered by her envious sister, a woman is reborn into the past. In her previous life, she married Imperia's wealthiest man while her sister suffered a tragic accident. Now, her sibling greedily claims the family steakhouse to steal that same fate. However, the protagonist knows the dark truth behind her former marriage. As her sister pursues Jonathan Landton, she unknowingly enters a nightmare in this billionaire fantasy mystery.

Elena Vance, a skilled political strategist, attends a high-profile Washington gala only to find herself caught in a web of deceit. When her billionaire benefactor, Julian Thorne, is accused of treason, Elena must decide where her loyalties lie. As the night unfolds, hidden agendas surface, and a dangerous romance blossoms amidst the scandal. With the FBI closing in, Elena and Julian must navigate a treacherous path to clear his name.

After Lynn Gardner dies during surgery, her lover Camden Price surprisingly marries the surgeon responsible. Evelyn believes she has found love, but Camden’s devotion is a facade. He forces her into dangerous activities and harmful habits that Lynn once craved, eventually causing Evelyn to develop terminal stomach cancer. As she nears death, she discovers Camden’s diary revealing his true hatred. When Lynn reappears alive, Evelyn realizes she was a sacrificial pawn in a cruel game of revenge.

My husband, Dalton, publicly humiliated me for the tenth time, flaunting his pregnant mistress, Justine, at a conference for the company I built. I was trapped, paying for my mother' s endless medical bills. But then Justine took it a step further. She went to my mother' s hospital and cruelly told her everything-all the affairs, all my sacrifices. My mother, in her despair, jumped from the rooftop. At the funeral, Justine crashed the service with a brass band, showering my mother' s casket with confetti. "She's just trying to be thoughtful!" Dalton yelled, shielding her as I lunged forward in a blind rage. He shoved me back, his eyes blazing. "Don't you dare touch her! She's carrying my child!" He raised his hand to strike me, and I braced for the impact, my world completely shattered. But the blow never landed. A chillingly calm, powerful voice cut through the chaos. "I wouldn't advise that, Dalton." My estranged, billionaire father had just arrived.

[{EXCERPT}] "Are you trying to seduce me?" Alana froze. Roman's gaze dragged slowly over her body, dark and deliberate. "The contract explicitly states that you are not allowed to seduce me," he said calmly. "You did read it... didn't you?" Confusion flickered across her face. Then his eyes dropped again. "You do realize," he added, voice lowering, "that you're half naked right now?" Alana's breath caught as she looked down at herself. ....... After escaping the suffocating grip of her abusive family, Alana believes she's finally free. But freedom comes at a price. Roman Ashford is everything she should avoid. A cunning billionaire. New York's most eligible bachelor. A man whose name alone unsettles the entire business world. One unexpected encounter pulls her into his orbit, binding her to him in a dangerous arrangement as his fake girlfriend for thirty-one days. But just as she begins to find her footing, her past comes back to choke her. To secure the inheritance her late father left behind before her mother claims it, Alana has only one option. She needs a husband, and fast. With time running out, she makes a reckless decision and turns to the one man she should never trust. Will Roman accept her proposal... or will stepping into his world be her utter ruin?

I arrived at the mansion with nothing but the clothes on my back, expecting to work off my debt, but I quickly realized I was just inventory. The air in the hallway was kept at a freezing temperature, a deliberate choice to preserve the art and remind girls like me that we were nothing more than furniture. Inside the room, the sounds of a Hollywood starlet and a powerful man echoed through the walls, followed by the sight of discarded silk and cold, hard cash scattered across the marble floor. When I accidentally stood in the way, I was tripped, mocked as trash, and left to bleed on the cold floor while the security guards watched with dead eyes. Even when I begged for my passport, Chadwich Carey didn't see a human being; he saw a stain on his pristine, expensive reality that needed to be erased. He crushed my fingers in the door, dragged me into the dark, and eventually used me to satisfy a drug-fueled hunger that no one else could touch, only to discard me back into the rain like garbage. I sat in the freezing Bronx alley, shivering in his oversized shirt, realizing that he never intended to give me my freedom. He thought he had broken me, that I was just another nameless girl to be silenced, but he was wrong. I am not a box to be packed away or a hand to be severed. He taught me that in this world, money and violence are the only languages that matter. I will learn them both, and when I return, I won't be begging for my passport; I’ll be taking everything he owns.