The CEO's Betrayal: My Escape

After eight years, I watched the man I loved, Ethan Morgan, celebrate a success he' d stolen from me. He stood on stage with his assistant, Bella, giving her the credit and the massive commission that was rightfully mine. His CEO smile, once reserved for me, was now exclusively for her. He claimed it was punishment for my mother' s engagement to his wealthy father, calling her a gold-digger and me a co-conspirator in her "scheme." Later, he texted that he was "out of town for a few days." But on Instagram, I saw the truth: a selfie of him and Bella on his private jet, on a romantic getaway. In the background of their photo was a small, silver-framed picture of us from our trip to Santorini. The violation was absolute. Our entire life together was a lie. That was it. I sent my resignation, effective immediately, and booked a one-way ticket to Oregon. I was done being his victim.

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Chapter 5

Alissa POV:

My muscles tensed. Home.

The word felt like a trap. A cage.

I remembered the easy rhythm of our evenings, the shared meals, the comfortable silence. The home I had built, piece by piece, with him.

But that home was gone. Replaced by a hollow shell, filled with Bella's perfume and Ethan's casual cruelty.

He hadn't been home in days. Not really. He' d been on a "spontaneous getaway" with his assistant.

"I need you to come home, Alissa." His voice was insistent now, a subtle command beneath the strained plea.

"Why?" I asked, my voice flat. "Your car's fine. What happened to your driver?"

He hesitated, his gaze darting away. "Just... get in the car."

My mind raced. He wanted me to go back to that apartment. To his playpen. With her scent.

No. Never again.

My flight was in a few hours. My entire escape plan depended on this moment.

I needed to get away, without a trace.

He watched me, his eyes narrowed, searching for something. A tell.

I had to play along. Just long enough to slip away.

"I'm starving," I said, a sudden thought striking me. "I haven't eaten all day. Can we get something first?"

His brow furrowed for a second, then smoothed out. "Fine. There's that new Italian place downtown. You like pasta, right?"

Perfect. Downtown was close to the airport. And busy.

We drove in silence, the air thick with unspoken words. The city lights blurred past, a kaleidoscope of fleeting colors.

My heart hammered against my ribs. How do I do this? How do I disappear?

Ethan glanced at me occasionally, his jaw tight. He seemed on the verge of speaking, then stopped himself.

Finally, he cleared his throat. "About that... that bracelet. And the scarf. Bella was just... she meant well, Alissa."

His phone buzzed. A jarring interruption.

He glanced down. His face tightened. Bella.

I subtly adjusted the rearview mirror. I saw the name clearly. Bella Russo.

I leaned forward, pretending to adjust the air conditioning. My finger brushed the hazard light button, flipping it on. Then off.

He answered the phone, his voice laced with forced patience. "Bella? What's wrong?"

Her voice, high-pitched and tearful, filtered through the speaker. "Ethan! Oh, thank god! I'm stranded! My car broke down on the highway, and it's so dark! I'm all alone!"

Stranded. I almost rolled my eyes. Bella was never truly alone.

"Don't worry," Ethan said, his voice softening, "I'm on my way."

He hung up, his gaze intense. "I have to go. Bella needs me."

I nodded, my expression neutral.

"Here," I said, pulling over to the curb. I unlocked the car doors. "You can take my car. It's faster."

He blinked, surprised. "You're just... letting me take your car?"

"I'm still hungry, Ethan," I said, my voice flat. "I'll wait for a cab. You go."

He still hesitated. "Alissa, I can't just leave you here."

"I'll be fine," I insisted. "Go. She needs you."

He scowled, a flash of irritation crossing his face. "Fine. But you can walk home after you eat."

He got out, slammed the door, and walked around to the driver's side.

"Just leave the keys in the usual spot when you're done," he called out, his voice sharp.

I watched him drive away, the familiar SUV disappearing into the night traffic.

My flight. My escape. It was all falling into place.

I pulled out my phone. My ticket was confirmed. My bags were already at the airport.

I looked at my watch. Plenty of time.

I slid into the driver's seat, started the engine, and drove straight to the airport.

As I checked in, my phone buzzed with a flurry of texts from Ethan.

Where are you?

Are you at the restaurant?

They said you didn't show up.

Alissa, stop playing games!

Then, a photo. A plate of greasy pasta. I ordered for you. It's getting cold.

I felt a cold, hard satisfaction. He still thought he knew me. He still thought he was in control.

The flight attendant announced the final boarding call.

I took a deep breath.

I scrolled to Ethan's contact, hit "Block," and then switched my phone to airplane mode.

I put on my eye mask, leaned back in my seat, and slept soundly for the first time in months.

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She had always been attracted to both men and women, something that was frowned upon. She never understood it herself. But once she found her mate, an Alpha, she thinks everything has fallen into place, only to feel even more incomplete than before. Something is definitely missing. She can very well feel that she is not the one supposed to carry the heir for the Alpha but how can she explain this to him? He would never understand. She feels like she is his equal. A dominant just like him and even her wolf agrees. But the question is who is supposed to dominate? Her wolf is ever restless, still looking even while in the arms of their mate. It is not like she is not satisfied. She is just tired of being submissive. She hates it and her wolf feels it even worse than she does, on the verge of taking over most of the time to show the Alpha they are equals. But they both know no one will understand even him. He has rejected her once. Why give him a reason to do it again? The pack has firm beliefs and a woman being an Alpha's equal is frowned upon. So, she is stuck being submissive no matter what. They also do not believe in a two-way mating since it has never been heard of. But what happens when the mated Luna out in her adventure encounters her mate? And what will she tell her Alpha and her pack members?

Adventure Romance Werewolf

9.8

Captive In The Alpha King's Bed

9.8

The stench of rot and fear clung to me in the brutal prison pen. I pushed away my uncle’s smile; revenge burned cold. Survive. The gate screeched, a guard's roar herding us out. A scarred man stopped, gripped my chin, sniffed, then barked, "This one. Pull her out." My time was up. Dragged to Alpha Baron Stone—who trembled at the Alpha King’s name—my "unusual" scent marked me. Stripped, lashed by silver, scrubbed raw, every trace of me vanished. From my cell, I watched in horror as others were thrown into an arena, torn apart by starved wolves. My stomach heaved. Why me? Why was I spared *that* gruesome end, only to be prepared for a terrifying king? An old Omega woman opened my door with bread—a chilling sign I wasn't meant for the arena. A cold resolve solidified: I would survive this hell, remember my uncle’s face, and learn what twisted fate the Alpha King had chosen.

Adventure Horror Werewolf

8.8

From Trash To Treasure: Masked Heiress

8.8

I was the invisible failure of the Goff family, hiding my medical genius behind a report card full of Fs and a slumped posture. One rainy night, I found a man bleeding out in a dark alley behind the school gymnasium, a knife protruding from his gut. To keep the police from digging into my secrets, I dragged the dying stranger to my bedroom and stitched him up using a hidden surgical kit. I thought I was being careful, but my cousin Cleora caught a glimpse of the blood and immediately alerted my fiancé's wealthy family. By morning, my world collapsed as my future in-laws stormed the manor, throwing an annulment agreement at my feet. They called me a "loose woman" and "million-dollar trash," while my own housekeeper gleefully testified against me. At school, the word "SLUT" was spray-painted across my locker in jagged red letters, and the boy I was supposed to marry looked at me with nothing but cold revulsion. I didn't understand why they were so eager to destroy me before even asking for the truth. I was the one who had spent years protecting this family's reputation, yet they were throwing me to the wolves over a single misunderstanding. I felt a surge of cold fury as I realized my loyalty had been met with nothing but betrayal. Everything changed when the "dying" stranger finally walked down the stairs, shirtless and bandaged, revealing himself as Braylon Lancaster, the most powerful man in the city. He didn't just defend me; he froze my fiancé's entire family fortune with a single phone call. As my in-laws fled in terror, a courier arrived with a five-carat pink diamond from the head of the city's most dangerous crime syndicate. The note read: "The debt is acknowledged." Suddenly, I wasn't just a failure anymore-I was the most sought-after woman in the underworld.

Adventure Billionaire Modern

8.1

His Lost Queen

8.1

"I can't survive without you. Do you understand me? There is no 'king thing' without you-there's not even a me without you." Grayson never thought he'd lose Belle, but after months apart, he's desperate to win back her trust. Now the newly crowned King of the Supernatural, Grayson juggles royal duties while trying to reconnect with his estranged mate. But Belle's wounds run deep, and Grayson's attempts to explain what really happened are met with skepticism and fear. Can Grayson prove his love is genuine and overcome Belle's doubts? Or will the secrets he's still keeping drive an insurmountable wedge between them? With enemies circling and a kingdom to protect, Grayson must find a way to heal Belle's heart or risk losing her-and everything else-forever.

Adventure Fantasy Romance

8.6

My Fiancé Stole My Promotion

8.6

Hardworking professional Clara is devastated when her fiancé, Mark, betrays her by stealing a high-level promotion she rightfully earned. Heartbroken and professionally sabotaged, she refuses to let his treachery define her future. Setting out on an unexpected journey to reclaim her career, Clara discovers her own resilience. Along the way, she finds new allies and a chance at a love that is built on mutual respect rather than deceit.

Adventure Modern Romance

9.0

MY LOVELY NEMESIS

9.0

Aiden and Sophia grew up together in the same neighborhood, but their paths took different turns as they entered high school. Aiden, the confident and popular kid, was known for his charm and charisma. Meanwhile, Sophia struggled with her self-image, often teased by her peers for being overweight. They called her "Fats," a nickname that stung but also fueled her determination to prove them wrong. Fast forward ten years, and Sophia transformed her life. She channeled her passion for fashion into a thriving business, launching her own fashion company. Aiden, who had pursued a career in textiles, was impressed by Sophia's journey and the success she achieved. One day, they met up to discuss a potential collaboration. Aiden presented a business proposal that would allow their companies to work together, combining his textile expertise with her fashion vision. They signed a contract that marked the beginning of a new chapter in their relationship, one built on mutual respect and shared ambition. As they navigated the challenges of the business world, they also rekindled their friendship, finding strength in each other's support. Together, they proved that the past doesn't define who you are, and that with hard work and determination, you can rise above any label.

Adventure Modern Young Adult

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