Somi TheAuthor's Books
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The Syndicate's Bride
Have you ever been in a situation where no matter how much you try, how much effort you put in.. you still can't make ends meet? Yes? No? Well, this seemed to be Lizabeth Brown's fate. No matter how much she tried, how much effort she put in, she always ended up getting fired from every single job she got. Why? Simple, each boss of hers were mostly all perverts and being a feminist, all she did was put them in their place.. unfortunately whenever she did that, she always got sacked, sometimes she even looses count of how many places she's been fired from. "10 this month? ..I thought it was more than tha–oh, it's 19." She's a slender yet, shapey 25 years old lady. Fair skinned, short, has long brunette hair and green emerald eyes. Yet, with all these unique features, Lizabeth never once thought of becoming an escort. She's hot headed, stubborn, feisty and a feminist, but she wasn't ambitious.. she was in great need and maybe that's why she had accepted a contract with the reward of two million USD if she became the bride to one of the scariest men in Sicily? Rumours also have it that although this man is feared by literally everyone.. His face was completely deformed, ugly and unbearable to look at. Some say he fell into a pool of acid, others say he got into a car accident which left the left side of his face hideous and some say he went out hunting and a wild animal ripped off the side of his face. Finally coming face to face with this brutal human, Lizabeth finally realized that she had gone completely nuts to actually accept this suicidal contract! But it was too late.. She had already entered the Devil's den and from the looks of it, there seemed to be no escape route.
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Married To My Husband's Uncle
A voice suddenly cut through the silence. "Oh my goodness, you're finally awake Mrs. Blackwood!" Mrs Blackwood? I tried to speak, but my voice came out as a mere whisper. The nurse helped me sit up and handed me a glass of water. As I sipped, fragments of memories began to resurface. A car crash.. screams? and Kenneth's face? But why couldn't I put two and two together? "Can you help me to the toilet?" I asked the nurse, my voice still weak. The nurse nodded and assisted me out of bed and my legs trembled beneath me as I walked, unaccustomed to bearing my weight after such a long time of bedriding Once in the bathroom, I stared at the mirror, expecting to see my own reflection but the face staring back at me was unfamiliar, younger and prettier. A jolt of fear immediately coursed through me. Who was this person? "Mrs. Victoria Blackwood?" I heard the nurse call out from behind and it dawned on me.. that wasn't my name, that name belonged to Alexander Blackwood's wife, my husband's uncle. A wave of panic immediately washed over me. What was happening? Why was I in this body? I stumbled backward, the nurse catching me by my waist. "Steady Mrs. Blackwood. You're still recovering." But I wasn't recovering. I was lost. Trapped in someone else's life.