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 3

Corinna POV:

Graham was about to say something else, some parting instruction, when Robert, his aide, appeared at his elbow, whispering urgently. Graham' s expression shifted from feigned concern to genuine annoyance. He sent Robert a sharp glance, then squeezed my hand. "Later, my love. I promise."

He gave me a mysterious, almost mischievous smile, then took my hand, leading me towards the grand double doors that opened onto the estate' s sprawling gardens. "Come on, I have a surprise for you."

My heart hammered against my ribs, a dull, frantic drum. A surprise? Tonight? After everything? I wanted to resist, to pull away, but I needed to maintain the facade. I needed him to believe I was still his.

He stopped me at the threshold, his hands gently covering my eyes. "No peeking, my beautiful Corinna. This is something special. The perfect way to end a difficult day, and to remind you of our future." His voice was soft, seductive, a practiced lullaby.

I felt his breath on my ear as he began to count down. "Five… four… three… two… one!"

He lifted his hands, and I blinked, my eyes adjusting to the soft glow of the garden lights. Above us, suspended against the inky canvas of the night sky, hundreds of drones lit up, shifting and swirling, forming intricate patterns. They danced, a mesmerizing ballet of light, until finally, they coalesced into a single, breathtaking image: my name. CORINNA. It glowed, brilliant and ethereal, a testament to his power, his wealth, his performative love.

He wrapped his arms around me from behind, pulling me flush against his chest. "Happy anniversary, my love," he whispered, his lips grazing my earlobe. "Seven years since we met. Seven years of the greatest love story I know. Every year, I try to outdo myself, to show you how much you mean to me."

Seven years. Seven years of me believing in this carefully constructed fantasy. Seven years of me, the naïve girl, falling for the charismatic politician who promised me the moon. I used to look at surprises like this and feel my heart swell with love, with gratitude. Now, it felt like a cruel joke. A gilded cage.

I remembered the girl I was seven years ago. Full of hope, brimming with ambition, yet willing to set it all aside for the man I believed was my soulmate. I had been so earnest, so dedicated. I had walked away from my own burgeoning political career, from the path my father meticulously laid out for me, to support his. To be his strategist, his confidante, his quiet strength behind the scenes. I had been a fool. That girl was gone now, replaced by a cold, calculating woman.

"And every year, I succeed," he chuckled, his voice thick with pride. "You deserve nothing but the best, Corinna. You always have." He turned me in his arms, his gaze intense, about to lean in for a kiss.

Just as his lips brushed mine, his phone vibrated again. The harsh buzz shattered the romantic illusion, tearing a hole in the carefully crafted moment. He pulled back, his jaw tightening in annoyance. He snatched the phone from his pocket, his eyes flashing with irritation.

But then he saw the caller ID. His expression, so full of performative romance a second ago, drained of all color. His eyes widened, a flicker of panic, then a raw, uncontrolled desire. It was her. "Little Canary."

He fumbled with his phone, trying to silence it, to hide it. Too late. I had already seen. My heart, already a fractured mess, splintered further. The sheer audacity of it. Calling him now, at my father' s memorial, at our "anniversary" celebration.

He tried to compose himself, a mask of weary apology settling on his face. "Corinna, I… I'm so sorry. It's a family emergency. A crisis I have to handle immediately." His eyes pleaded for understanding, for belief.

Hope. A tiny, foolish spark, flickered within me. Maybe it wasn't what I thought. Maybe it was a misunderstanding. Maybe…

"Is everything alright, Graham?" I asked, my voice a delicate thread, almost fragile.

He shook his head, running a hand through his perfectly styled hair. "No, my dear. Not at all. It's… complicated. My aunt, an unexpected health issue. I need to go. Immediately." He avoided my gaze, his eyes darting towards the gates.

He reached out, his hand gently cupping my cheek, then pressing a soft, almost chaste kiss to my forehead. "I'll be back as soon as I can. Please, go inside, get some rest. I'll call you as soon as I'm free."

He was already turning away, his mind clearly elsewhere. "Don't wait up for me."

"Of course, Graham," I replied, my voice a soft, compliant whisper. The obedient fiancée. The trusting woman. It was a role I played well, years of practice.

He gave me a quick, grateful smile, clearly relieved by my easy acceptance. "That's my girl." He strode away, his security team scrambling to catch up. I watched his sleek black sedan disappear down the drive, the drone lights still spelling out my name in the sky, a final, mocking touch of his carefully constructed illusion.

There was no way I was going inside. Not now. Not when the truth was calling. I quickly hailed a discreet car from the security detail, one he wouldn't notice. "Follow him," I instructed the driver, my voice low and firm. "Keep a distance. I need to know where he's going."

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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

Gone With His Treacherous Love

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