She got married for love to her college sweetheart but ended up bruised, betrayed, divorced, and jobless. To save her dying father, she is forced into an arranged marriage to an arrogant self-absorbed man who only has eyes for his supermodel girlfriend. Can she handle a second rejection or will she give up on love? He is set to marry his model girlfriend but his father is against the marriage to the "gold digger". Forced into an arranged marriage to a divorced single mother, will he realize the truth of his feelings before it's too late? A soft but broken heart merges with an arrogant heir to create an explosive love that will heal wounds and each the true meaning of the sacrifice of love.
View MoreThe promise of a long weekend, courtesy of a fortuitous Thursday and Friday public holiday, had lured Athena, Cindy, and Megan to a secluded cabin nestled deep within the whispering woods. The city's relentless hum had faded into a distant memory, replaced by the gentle rustle of leaves and the occasional chirp of unseen birds. This was their sanctuary, a place to unwind, reconnect, and simply breathe.The cabin, a rustic yet charming structure, exuded a sense of warmth and welcome. Athena and Cindy, with a quiet understanding, had graciously ceded the first-floor master bedroom to Megan. They viewed her not just as a friend, but as an elder sister, a source of wisdom and support. Their shared ground-floor bedroom, though smaller, held the promise of late-night whispers and comfortable camaraderie giving Megan the space she needed to unwind and recharge As the last rays of the setting sun painted the forest in hues of gold and crimson, Cindy began orchestrating their evening meal
Harin's consciousness returned to him slowly, like a dim light flickering back to life. He blinked, his eyes struggling to focus, and found himself in what appeared to be a pristine hospital room. Everything was a sterile, calming white, from the walls to the crisp bedsheets that covered him. The air was clean, faintly tinged with the antiseptic scent of medical supplies. An IV drip was connected to his arm, delivering fluids and medication.As he began to take in his surroundings, a door opened, and a woman in a crisp nurse's uniform entered. She was beautiful, with a gentle smile and kind eyes. "How are you feeling?" she asked, her voice soft and soothing, as she checked his temperature and adjusted the IV drip stand."Where am I?" Harin asked, his voice hoarse and raspy. The last thing he remembered was the agonizing pain, the sickening crack of his fingers being severed, and the crimson spray of blood against the cold, grey floor. The memory flooded back, vivid and horrifying
**This is a torture chamber chapter. Please skip if it is not to your liking.**Harin drifted in a hazy state, a deceptive tranquility lulling him into a false sense of security. He lay on the soft, verdant grass of a meticulously manicured garden, the warm rays of the sun caressing his bare torso. A gentle breeze rustled the leaves of nearby trees, creating a soothing symphony of nature. He smiled, a genuine, unburdened expression, and reached out a tentative finger to touch a vibrant butterfly that had landed on a nearby flower. Its wings, a kaleidoscope of colors, shimmered in the sunlight, a fragile masterpiece of nature.Then, the idyllic scene shattered. The butterfly, a symbol of beauty and fleeting joy, morphed into a swarm of a million ants, their tiny bodies coalescing into a writhing, menacing mass. They descended upon him, an army of miniature terrors, crawling over his skin, their mandibles biting and stinging, inflicting a thousand tiny pinpricks of agony. He thra
**This is a torture chamber chapter. Please skip if it is not to your liking.** Harin was mesmerized by the young man's smile. It wasn't just a smile; it was a radiant, almost ethereal curve of light that seemed to rewrite the very air around them. He watched, transfixed, as the man, whom he later learned was called Twister, took his right hand, his touch surprisingly gentle. Twister began to massage the palm slowly, deliberately, as if imbuing it with a sense of reassurance, a silent promise of something Harin couldn't quite grasp.A strange warmth spread through Harin, a sensation he'd never associated with another man. He, who had always defined himself by his unwavering adherence to societal norms, felt a bewildering pull, a magnetic force drawing him into uncharted territory. As if in a trance, his left hand rose, an involuntary movement, yearning to caress the smooth, sculpted curve of Twister's cheek. He had always been straight, or so he thought, but now, at this moment
Logan emerged from the sleek, black sedan, the car door clicking shut with a muffled thud. He slid on his mirrored sunglasses, the cool lenses a stark contrast to the sweltering heat radiating from the sun-baked earth. This was a place erased from digital maps, a phantom location beyond the reach of GPS satellites, a deliberate absence on the grid. He stood on the edge of a small, dense forest, a labyrinth of gnarled trees and shadowed undergrowth, punctuated by the dark mouths of hidden caves. Rough, untamed roads, barely more than trails, snaked through the wilderness, leading to destinations unknown or, perhaps, deliberately obscure. The gate, a masterfully crafted illusion of interwoven branches and verdant foliage, blended seamlessly with the surrounding environment. It swung open silently, revealing a vast, verdant expanse, a hidden valley teeming with life. From the periphery, one could discern the silhouettes of wild beasts, their forms moving with a primal grace ag
The tension in the living room was thick, a suffocating blanket of unease. "I think I am the one being targeted, but why?" Megan repeated, her voice barely a whisper. The question hung in the air, unanswered, a dark cloud over their impromptu strategy session.Together with Athena and Cindy, they were analysing the situation.Cindy, who had just returned from a brief phone call, settled onto the sofa, a troubled expression on her face. "Liana's definitely out of the picture. My brother confirmed she's been in the hospital for a week; she tried to take her life and has been in ICU. So, we can cross her off the list.""Which leaves…Briana," Athena said, the name heavy with unspoken implications."Briana?" Megan repeated, the name a bitter taste in her mouth. "But would she go this far? To…to try and kill me?"The memory of their confrontation flashed before her eyes: Briana, her face flushed with rage, accusing Megan of trying to steal her man. The scuffle that followed, a blur of an
"It's an accident," the driver repeated, his voice a strained monotone, a mantra he clung to even as the flashing blue lights of the police cruiser illuminated the crumpled wreckage of the two vehicles.The officers, their faces grim and professional, weren't buying it. His insistence, though persistent, lacked conviction, a subtle tremor betraying his inner turmoil. They escorted him to the patrol car, the promise of a thorough investigation hanging heavy in the air.At the sterile confines of the police station, the driver's facade began to crumble. The dreaded alcoblow test, a routine procedure, revealed a trace of alcohol in his system."I'm coming from an office party," he stammered, his eyes darting nervously. "Just a little to drink, you know? Maybe that's why I was overspeeding."He seized upon the overspeeding angle, a desperate attempt to deflect blame. He painted a picture of a momentary lapse in judgment, a simple mistake fueled by a celebratory drink. He hoped the police
They had been in a serious accident. "Athena, just call the police," Megan said, her voice firm. "Let them handle this." She pulled out her phone, her fingers trembling slightly as she dialled Logan’s number. She needed to let him know what had happened, to give him their location. He would know what to do.As she spoke to Logan, relaying the details of the accident, she couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss. Athena’s reaction, the sheer ferocity of her attack, seemed disproportionate to a simple traffic accident. But she trusted Athena’s instincts, and she knew that if Athena felt something was wrong, then something probably was. Still, she wanted to follow the procedure and ensure everything was handled by the proper authorities.The moment the man heard the word "police," a flicker of panic crossed his eyes. He made a sudden, desperate attempt to scramble to his feet, but Athena, her reflexes honed to a razor’s edge, reacted instantly. She slammed him back dow
Megan's gaze drifted, unfocused, as she settled into the plush leather of the company car's backseat. The city lights blurred into streaks of color, mirroring the chaotic whirl of thoughts in her mind. Athena, ever vigilant, her assistant, bodyguard, and now, trusted driver, navigated the winding streets with a practiced ease that Megan had come to rely on. The company had furnished her with the executive-level car, a perk befitting her position as Vice President.Logan, with his characteristic blend of generosity and persistence, had also offered her a sprawling, impeccably designed house but Megan had politely declined.It wasn't a matter of ingratitude, but a desperate need for the familiar. The bond she'd forged with Athena and Cindy in their home, had been instrumental in her arduous journey of healing. Their little home, a haven of warmth, love, and the comforting rhythm of everyday life, provided the emotional stability she craved. The thought of exchanging it for the ster
The procession led to the cemetery. The mood was somber and dark clouds hung in the sky, threatening to burst open as the crowd walked slowly behind the white casket that was on a cart, highly decorated with purple and green ribbons. The cart was being pulled by black mares that trotted with their heads held high as if they knew the magnitude of their duty.The purple ribbons signified the highest rank that the deceased had held in the army; before retirement, he was the Major General, answering directly to the President. The green ribbons represented the clan color of the Waynes, the wealthiest family that ruled the business society in the country.A lady in her late sixties was being held on both sides by two gentleman as they helped her up the slope where the family cemetery was situated. On her right was her only son while her nephew, the son to her younger brother, held her left hand. She sniffed and shivered slightly in the cold and immediately, a young lady with gentle but sorr...
"THE ABANDONED WIFE" is a Billionaire novel created by Titi_Love that follows in the footsteps of Megan as she gets humiliated and abashed by her abusive second husband, Rich. After a first betrayal, she was forced to marry Rich for her dying father's sake, while he had his eyes set on his model girlfriend. However, in a weird twist of fate, love finds its way into this forced arrangement.
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