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After I was fired, I went back to the countryside and spent my days playing cards with Grandma. Meanwhile, my family was frantically searching for me. Their precious daughter, a genius jewelry designer, couldn't come up with a single design without me around. In my previous life, my younger sister had always produced designs identical to mine before I could submit them to the National Jewelry Design Competition. Everyone accused me of plagiarism. Even my own family backed her up. My company said I had acted unethically and damaged its reputation by stealing someone else's work. They fired me on the spot and demanded a huge sum in damages. My family decided I was a burden and threw me out. Between my family's rejection and the public backlash, I sank into depression. Then one of my sister's fanatical fans ran me over in the street and killed me. As my consciousness faded, I still couldn't understand how she had drawn my designs before I did. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day before the National Jewelry Design Competition.
"Cecilia, I won't marry you. I love Amber. Stop being dramatic and have some dignity." The instant I got that message from my fiancé, Charles Bennett, I knew he had been reborn too. In my previous life, Charles and I had been a devoted couple for fifty full years. Everyone thought he was the perfect man. He'd never so much as said a harsh word to me. The day he died, I fainted from crying. My son, Milo Bennett, held me and swore he would give his father a dignified send-off. I lost count of the times I told myself I had married the right man and raised a good son. It wasn't until I was sorting through Charles's belongings that I found his diary. It didn't mention me once. On the last page, he had written: A lifetime spent with someone I don't love—so this is what it feels like to be tormented. Bury my ashes with Amber Paxton. Don't let your mother know. She cries too much, and it's tiresome. Amber Paxton was my best friend. And Milo had already buried the two of them in the same grave behind my back. Milo even tried to reason with me. "Dad gave you 50 years of his life. Surely you can't begrudge him the choice of who he's buried with." So my previous marriage had been nothing but a joke. When I came to my senses, I calmly deleted the message. After I blocked Charles, I opened the message from his sworn enemy, Leo Wallace. Leo Wallace: I wish you every happiness. I won't come to the wedding. I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to stop myself from interrupting the wedding. But in another life, I would meet you first. I typed back. Cecilia Moore: The wedding is the day after tomorrow. You're the groom.
When my fiancé, Arthur Callahan, bought my wedding ring, he did what he always did. He bought two and let my older twin sister, Irene Monroe, choose first. One was a diamond ring he'd paid $3,000,000 for at an auction. The other was a cheap plain band he'd picked up at a flea market for less than 10 bucks. I pointed to the diamond ring and said, "Could I choose first this time?" Arthur gave my cheek a little pinch. "Irene's always been competitive. If she can't have the best, she'd rather have nothing. You're not nearly as particular. There's nothing wrong with the other one." I didn't answer. I only felt a strange emptiness in my chest. For as long as I could remember, Irene had always come first with Arthur. Sometimes it seemed as though she was his girlfriend. I looked at the cheap ring, then pushed it back. "Irene, you can have both. I don't want either one." I decided to let Arthur go. I was done taking whatever she left behind.
I was reborn on the night Uncle Oliver was drugged with an aphrodisiac. This time, instead of sleeping with him, I called the woman he loved. In my past life, I fell in love with Oliver Davis, the man I called my uncle, though we weren't related by blood. Knowing he had been drugged, I ignored his pleas to call the woman he loved and slept with him instead. A month later, I found out I was pregnant. Oliver was forced to marry me. But on our wedding day, Aria Jones, the woman he loved, was kidnapped and murdered while abroad on a trip to clear her head. Before she died, she called Oliver 199 times for help. Busy with our wedding, Oliver didn't answer a single call. Afterward, Oliver stared at those 199 missed calls, saying nothing. But when I went into labor, he locked me in the basement. I begged him to take me to the hospital, but he only gave me a cruel smile and watched me suffocate as I struggled to deliver the baby. Before I died, I heard him say, "If you hadn't gotten pregnant, I wouldn't have been forced to marry you, and I wouldn't have missed Aria's calls for help. You deserve to die..." When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day he was drugged.
On my birthday, a post appeared in my feed. [What Does It Mean to Lift Someone Up Through Love?] Someone had answered in the comments. A: I can answer that. A guy who had a crush on me became my best friend's boyfriend just to get close to me. A: In college, I needed money for a bag. He was our class president, so he pulled her scholarship application and replaced it with mine. I got the money. The poor idiot thought she hadn't met the requirements. A: Later, her name appeared on the list for direct admission to grad school. I said it wasn't fair, and he reported her for me. She ended up having to take the entrance exam twice before she got in. Her smug account of being adored drew a flood of angry replies. As the thread gained attention, she only grew prouder. Then she posted a photo of a diamond ring. A: Be jealous. It won't change anything. Today's my best friend's birthday. He bought me a diamond ring. She got the free gift that came with it. A: One word from me and he'll even put off celebrating with her. My phone buzzed. My boyfriend, Ethan Brooks, had sent me two WhatsApp messages. Ethan: Baby, something came up at work. Can I use a late pass? Ethan: Your birthday present's on the nightstand. See if you like it. I opened the box. Inside lay a plain silver band. On impulse, I scanned the product code. The result showed the words "Free Gift" beside a diamond ring identical to the one in the post. The scholarship. Grad school. My birthday. The two rings. It all fell into place. I was the best friend they had made a fool of.
I’m on my knees, panting and shaking from my fourth orgasm of the night and to imagine that he did all this with just his hands and a few words. He wraps his hands around my neck looking deep into my eyes, leaning closer to my face he says “They want to watch, should we let them in ?” Oh… I thought finding out my mother was getting married again was bad, until I realised the man who took me to heaven and back last night was my step brother. And now, my stepbrother and his friends want me. When family ties, betrayal, secrets and revenge all threaten to tear us apart… Can we stand together ? One anonymous night in a private club was supposed to be an escape. Instead it becomes the start of a claim she never saw coming.
Every time I confessed my feelings to my boss, Derek Shaw, he shot me down without hesitation, then casually suggested some other guy I should date instead. I'd chased him for an entire year, and I'd picked up the tab every single time we went out. Then came his birthday party. I was standing right outside the private room when I heard him snort to his friends. "Claire isn't even a woman to me. She's just my free credit card." Then I walked away. I told him I'd started dating the last guy he'd introduced me to. The next day, he called that guy in front of the entire company. The guy on the other end said, "Claire Bennett? I don't know anyone by that name." I'd thought I'd been played yet again, so I blocked my so-called boyfriend without a second thought. 10 minutes later, the new CEO walked into the conference room. The mole on the side of his neck was a perfect match for the one I'd stared at a million times in that photo.
BlurbSienna Brooks never imagined that the arrogant CEO who humiliated her would one day ask her to become his wife.When Dominic Kane needs a wife to secure his inheritance, he offers Sienna a one-year contract that could save her family and her mother’s life.But living together turns their hatred into dangerous attraction, and Dominic soon realizes he has fallen for the one woman he was never supposed to love.Sienna must decide whether his feelings are real or if she is simply another part of his perfect plan.
Marilyn gave everything for her marriage, including paying for the mortgage. Then, he slammed divorce papers in her face, replacing her in the same second. Bloodthirsty for revenge, she grabbed the divorce papers and left home when she noticed a figure trailing behind. She ran into what she thought was an abandoned building, except that it was not. The presidents of DEVIL’S BREED MC, a ruthless triumvirate of men, dangerous and feared by all of California were in the room. Men wrapped in muscles, awfully handsome faces, and an aura that could strip a woman of her values and pants. With the stalker on the other side, and men she had no business with, inside, she was in big trouble. These men had the power to destroy her with ease. Instead they protected her, and took her to Devil’s Breed den— a place where wounded brothers are made. Marilyn found herself falling for three lethal walls of Outlaw men, twice her age. Even worse, one of them was her ex-husband’s brother. It was too late. These men do not let go of their claim, especially not a blonde one with a sharp, tempting mouth. With her ex-husband groveling at her feet for her to take him back, and dark secrets from her past coming to light, Marilyn discovered they weren’t just ruthless. They were far worse than she ever thought. Would she walk away, or would she hold onto the men that would burn the world for her?
“Tell me you’re mine.” A strangled moan escaped me. If he’d asked me to swear the sky was pink, I probably would have. I dragged his face toward mine, drowning in those dazed blue eyes—and whatever I saw there made my heart stumble. I pressed my lips to his jaw, then whispered against his ear. “Either fuck me or let me go.” ———————————————————————— Getting cheated on by my boyfriend was supposed to be the worst thing that happened to me. Then I kissed the first man I could find to prove I was over him. One kiss. That was all it took to turn my life upside down. Because the man I kissed wasn’t a stranger. He was my ex’s rival. The campus hockey star I’d spent months avoiding. And apparently, he had a much bigger claim on me than I ever expected. Now I’m living under the same roof as the man who makes my body betray every rule my heart has made. He wants me. I refuse to want him. But every time he looks at me like I’m already his… I start wondering how long I can keep pretending I don’t want the same thing.