Story By Quinbee
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Quinbee

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Painted in his obsession
Updated at Oct 2, 2025, 22:00
BLURB Landing the job of my dreams should have been my new beginning, painting the portrait of a billionaire’s late wife after years of painting for pennies to survive. But nothing could have prepared me for the shock when I received the late wife’s image, a woman who looked exactly like me. One signature bound me to Leo in a contract marriage. A man still haunted by the memories of his late wife had married me because I looked like her. He demanded that I eat like her, wear her scent, do everything like she did, even moan like her when he touched me. But the deeper I lived under his roof, the more secrets I uncovered. Secrets buried in his mansion, and even darker ones hidden in my own home. And just when he began to want me for me, and when my love for him began to grow, I uncovered a truth that could cost me everything. Now I was trapped between running for my life… or staying with the man I had grown fond of.
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AFTER THE LAST I DO
Updated at Sep 16, 2025, 00:43
RACHEL:I was supposed to be a bride. Instead, I became a tragedy in a white dress. When your mother dies the same night your groom disappears, you stop believing in happy endings. Then came him. A man with no warmth, no promises and eyes that watched me like I was a puzzle he didn’t want to solve. He saved me once. Now I live under his roof, cooking meals for a stranger whose silence speaks louder than comfort. Then there is Chris, the charming CEO who drowns me in the kind of affection I always dreamt of. And there is Liam, my ex fiance who came crawling back, begging for another chance. But the heart is a stupid thing. Even when it’s broken, it still learns to give second chances. Even for the wrong man. DAMIAN: She was a disaster I didn’t ask for. One I couldn’t ignore. I don’t do emotions, and I sure as hell don’t do strays. But I let her in, just for a while. Rachel Hart is not my responsibility. But she keeps showing up in places I can’t ignore, my company, my home, my thoughts. Now her presence lingers. Her scent. Her voice. Her past. She doesn’t belong in my world. But I find myself rearranging it anyway. And when someone else tries to claim her, They’ll learn the hard way I don’t let go of what’s mine.
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