Gone With His Treacherous Love

On the fifth anniversary of my father' s death, I discovered my fiancé, Graham, was having an affair with my sister, Hollie. The betrayal was compounded by a second, more devastating secret: Hollie was pregnant with his child. All this, while I was secretly carrying his baby too. He swore his loyalty to me, calling betrayal the ultimate sin, all while planning a future with her. He dismissed her as a "childish infatuation" to my face, then rushed to her side for a "family emergency." I followed him and watched them embrace, heard him promise her fireworks and my life. I saw her hand him a gift, then he carried her inside. The door closed on their shared secret, and on my entire world. My sister then sent me a picture of her ultrasound, taunting me to leave quietly. She thought she had won. But she didn't know I had already made a call. Three days later, as Graham stood with a visibly pregnant Hollie at the chapel where we were supposed to get married, he saw my car speed past. His face twisted in horror as he realized I was gone. Not just leaving, but disappearing completely. Three years later, I returned, no longer his fiancée, but Dr. Cross, a powerful strategist he couldn't touch. And he was just a man desperate to get back what he had destroyed.

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Chapter 2

Corinna POV:

His voice, sharp and demanding, cut through the quiet of my thoughts as I re-entered the dining room. "Corinna, where have you been?"

I turned, a polite smile already fixed on my face. It was a mask I'd perfected years ago, a political wife's most essential tool. "Just getting some fresh air, darling. My head was spinning a little with all the memories of Dad." I touched my forehead, feigning a slight dizziness. It was a believable excuse, given the occasion.

His eyes narrowed, scanning my face, searching for any tell. He was good, but I was better. My poker face was inherited from a man who could charm the truth out of anyone, and hide his own with equal skill. I knew how to play this game. I'd been learning from the master my entire life.

He must have found nothing, because his features softened. He pulled me close, his arm a possessive band around my waist. "You worried me, my love. You know how dangerous it is for a woman to wander alone, especially tonight." He pressed a kiss to my hair. "I couldn't live with myself if anything happened to you. We belong together. Forever."

The words felt like poison, burning my throat. Forever. How easy it was for him to utter such vows while his heart, or what passed for it, belonged to another. To my sister. He was a master of performance. And I, his unwitting audience, had finally seen through the act.

"I can't imagine a life without you, Corinna," he continued, holding me tighter. "The thought of losing you... I would fall apart." He buried his face in my hair, exhaling deeply. "You are my anchor. My rock. My everything."

His lies were so bold, so blatant, they almost made me laugh. I felt a surge of cold fury. This man, who was destroying my life, was pretending to be madly in love. He was an insult to the very concept of fidelity.

"So," I began, my voice soft, almost playful, "if hypothetically, I were ever to… disappear, or, say, betray you, what would you do, Graham?"

He pulled back abruptly, his eyes flashing with genuine anger, not the performative kind. "Corinna! Don't even joke about such things." His grip on my arm was tight, bruising. "Betrayal is the ultimate sin. Loyalty is everything." He looked around, making sure no one was listening too closely. "My family has always upheld that. Cross us, and you'll regret it."

He looked at me, his gaze intense, almost threatening. "You know my family's code. Loyalty is sacred. And I, Corinna Cross, swear on my family's honor, I will never betray you."

His words echoed in the elegant room, a hollow promise that mocked the truth I had just discovered. He swore on his family's honor. On his family. The very honor he was trampling with my sister.

"I know, darling," I said, a placid smile on my face. I patted his hand, forcing myself to relax into his touch. "I was just being silly. Of course, you wouldn't."

He relaxed, a smug satisfaction spreading across his face. He kissed my forehead, his lips lingering. "You are mine, Corinna. You always have been, and you always will be. We are destined for greatness together. No one can ever come between us." His eyes held a possessive glint. "If anyone ever tried to take you from me, I swear, I would make them regret the day they were born." He leaned in, his voice a low growl. "And if you ever left me, Corinna, I would hunt you to the ends of the earth. You cannot escape me."

I closed my eyes briefly, a chill running down my spine. You cannot escape me. He was right. Or, he thought he was. He had no idea the woman he was holding was already gone. My heart, once beating solely for him, was now a barren wasteland. I felt nothing but a cold, burning resolve.

I gently pushed away from him, my smile never wavering. "Graham, darling, I really do need a few minutes of quiet. I'll be in the study, just collecting my thoughts."

He frowned, but his phone suddenly buzzed in his pocket. He glanced at the screen, and his confident expression faltered, replaced by a flicker of irritation, then something else. Something like… panic. And desire.

My eyes, sharp and perceptive, caught the name on the caller ID before he quickly angled the screen away. "Little Canary." My sister's pet name. Hollie.

He mumbled something about an urgent family matter, a sudden crisis he needed to handle. His eyes, now full of feigned regret, met mine. "I'm so sorry, Corinna. It can't wait. You understand, don't you?"

"Of course, darling," I said, my voice sweet, understanding. "Family always comes first." The irony was a bitter taste in my mouth.

He leaned down, pressed a quick kiss to my forehead. "I'll be back as soon as I can. Wait for me, my love. Go on up to our suite, rest."

I nodded, playing the dutiful fiancée, the understanding partner. He smiled, relieved, and hurried out of the room, his security detail falling into step behind him. I watched his retreating back, a ghost of a smile on my lips. He thought he was escaping. He was just walking into my trap.

As soon as his car pulled away, I moved. Not to the suite, but to the service entrance. My plan was set. And my prey, oblivious, was already leading me exactly where I needed to go.

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Fantasy Horror Werewolf

8.6

Falling For The Biker: The Vice President's Girl

8.6

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Billionaire Horror Romance

9.6

He Signed Away His Own Wife

9.6

#Chapter1 Chapter I watched my husband sign the papers that would end our marriage while he was busy texting the woman he actually loved. He didn't even glance at the header. He just scribbled the sharp, jagged signature that had signed death warrants for half of New York, tossed the file onto the passenger seat, and tapped his screen again. "Done," he said, his voice devoid of emotion. That was Dante Moretti. The Underboss. A man who could smell a lie from a mile away but couldn't see that his wife had just handed him an annulment decree disguised beneath a stack of mundane logistics reports. For three years, I scrubbed his blood out of his shirts. I saved his family's alliance when his ex, Sofia, ran off with a civilian. In return, he treated me like furniture. He left me in the rain to save Sofia from a broken nail. He left me alone on my birthday to drink champagne on a yacht with her. He even handed me a glass of whiskey—her favorite drink—forgetting that I despised the taste. I was merely a placeholder. A ghost in my own home. So, I stopped waiting. I burned our wedding portrait in the fireplace, left my platinum ring in the ashes, and boarded a one-way flight to San Francisco. I thought I was finally free. I thought I had escaped the cage. But I underestimated Dante. When he finally opened that file weeks later and realized he had signed away his wife without looking, the Reaper didn't accept defeat. He burned down the world to find me, obsessed with reclaiming the woman he had already thrown away.

Horror Modern Romance

7.4

Mated To The Cursed Lycan King

7.4

Some think I'm cursed. Others think I'm unlucky. But I know what I am. My name is Leora, and I am the Redwood Pack's Alpha's daughter. Well, until my mother died. My father remarried late, so the Pack moved on to new hands. My new stepmother, Amarie, is a spawn of Satan. She gives me to the new Alpha's household as a maidservant as a price for not exiling my father. I become an outcast, abused and punished every single day. On my eighteenth birthday, I find out that I'm mated to the new Alpha's son, Caleb. Enraged, he rejects me, throwing me into the dungeons. In pains, I remain there for days. Then one fateful night, my luck changes. The Lycan King is visiting the Pack to find a mate. Which happens to be me. I'm alone, crying that night, when a towering golden-eyed man charges in and rips the dungeon doors off their hinges. I gasp when he cups my chin, and whispers softly. "Stop crying, mate. I'm here now. And I'll make sure no one ever brings you to tears ever again!" I thought my problems were over then. But it was only the beginning.

Fantasy Horror Werewolf

9.7

Once His Nightmare, Now His Employee

9.7

He thought he had his life figured out until the boy he buried in the past walked back in. Dorian Keene was once the golden boy of high school-famous, feared, and cruel. And Caspian Vale? Just the quiet nerd with a birthmark... and a target on his back. But beneath Dorian's bullying lay a truth he couldn't face: he was terrified of how much he wanted the boy he was supposed to hate. Years later, Dorian's world is in shambles. Penniless, grieving, and sick, he lands a miracle job working under a Tech Mogul who turns out to be none other than Caspian. Only this Caspian is powerful, untouchable... and very much engaged to a woman. Dorian tries to keep his distance. Caspian, for all appearances, is straight. But fate has a twisted sense of humor, and buried sparks are reignited-this time under the harsh light of adulthood, secrets, and slow-blooming desire neither man can afford. As Dorian's hidden illness grows deadlier, and Caspian's mask begins to crack, a single kiss will force them to ask: Can a man who thought he was straight handle the truth of who he's always been... before it's too late?

Horror LGBT+Mystery Young Adult

9.3

Reborn Heiress: Reclaiming My Monster Billionaire

9.3

Ginny was chained to a concrete pillar in an abandoned warehouse, bleeding and betrayed by the two people she trusted most. Her fiancé, Brant, and her adopted sister, Coretta, had just slashed her face open. Brant coldly admitted she was nothing but a disposable key to a vault, right before he tossed a lighter onto the gasoline-soaked floor. As Ginny burned alive in the roaring inferno, the heavy iron doors were violently smashed open. Bedford Parks—the notoriously ruthless, germaphobic "monster" of Silicon Valley whom Ginny had always feared—charged straight into the flames. Ignoring the blistering heat, he shielded her charred body with his own. A massive steel beam collapsed, snapping his spine. "I love you." He coughed up blood, whispering his final words against her blackened skin before dying to protect her. Hovering as a ghost, Ginny's soul screamed in agonizing realization. She had spent her life terrified of Bedford, yet he was the only one who truly loved her, while her supposed family laughed at her gruesome murder. Suddenly, a blinding white light swallowed the warehouse. Ginny gasped for air, opening her eyes to find herself sitting in the back of a luxury Maybach. She was eighteen again, wearing the humiliating clown makeup Coretta had tricked her into wearing on the day she was brought back to the wealthy Steele estate. Ginny stared at her reflection, her dark eyes turning cold and sharp. This time, she would tear her betrayers apart piece by piece, and she would protect her "monster."

Billionaire Horror Modern

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