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Carry My Child Miss Laurier
He Thought I Was A Doormat, Until I Ruined Him
The sterile white of the operating room blurred, then sharpened, as Skye Sterling felt the cold clawing its way up her body. The heart monitor flatlined, a steady, high-pitched whine announcing her end. Her uterus had been removed, a desperate attempt to stop the bleeding, but the blood wouldn't clot. It just kept flowing, warm and sticky, pooling beneath her. Through heavy eyes, she saw a trembling nurse holding a phone on speaker. "Mr. Kensington," the nurse's voice cracked, "your wife... she's critical." A pause, then a sweet, poisonous giggle. Seraphina Miller. "Liam is in the shower," Seraphina's voice purred. "Stop calling, Skye. It's pathetic. Faking a medical emergency on our anniversary? Even for you, that's low." Then, Liam's bored voice: "If she dies, call the funeral home. I have a meeting in the morning." Click. The line went dead. A second later, so did Skye. The darkness that followed was absolute, suffocating, a black ocean crushing her lungs. She screamed into the void, a silent, agonizing wail of regret for loving a man who saw her as a nuisance, for dying without ever truly living. Until she died, she didn't understand. Why was her life so tragically wasted? Why did her husband, the man she loved, abandon her so cruelly? The injustice of it all burned hotter than the fever in her body. Then, the air rushed back in. Skye gasped, her body convulsing violently on the mattress. Her eyes flew open, wide and terrified, staring blindly into the darkness. Her trembling hand reached for her phone. May 12th. Five years ago. She was back.
I Carry the Child of My Husband and His Mistress
My phone buzzed on the nightstand, its vibration a familiar comfort as I lay in bed, three months pregnant, dreaming of our perfect family. Mark was downstairs, his charismatic voice a lullaby through the floorboards. Then the messages started. Anonymous. Short. And devastating. A picture of Mark,
My Little Miss Devil
Her long hair, her uncouth dress, her domineering personality, her dirty words. She was Susan Cotton. She slapped a gay suitor into the hospital. She was hated the most by all teachers and students. Whenever she was mentioned, everyone would burst into laughter. However, no one knew that Susan Cotto
My little miss CEO
Diana Williams, a girl scarred due to an incident that happened when she was younger becomes the cold secluded CEO of the Williams enterprise until she comes across Richard Camefolt, the media sensation also known as the Nation's prince. Despite her trauma her walls were unknowingly let down with h
Miss Billionaire Wants My Love
Different from the heroines in romance novels, she was the billionaire who proposed to her dream love. She even took him away without his agreement after he turned her down. When he was overwhelmed by rumors, she stood up with top publicists and announced to the public that she was his wife. All the
His Betrayal, My Unborn Child
The sterile white of the hospital waiting room was a grim backdrop to my sister Jessica' s desperate pleas; her son, Ethan, was dying, and my eight-year-old Lily was the only match for a kidney. I refused, unwilling to risk my daughter' s life, but my husband Mark, seemingly my protector, assured m
Pregnant With My Stepbrother's Child
Dave and Evelyn were step-siblings who were bound by their parents' marriage. "You wouldn't dare abort my child! After everything I've done to ensure you get pregnant," Dave snarled, his eyes burning with fury as he grabbed Evelyn by her hair, yanking her head back. His lips crashed against hers wi
The Scars We Carry
The heavy iron gate of the juvenile detention center groaned open, a sound I had dreamed of for five long years. I stepped out, a small, warm hand in mine-Leo' s. He was my only good thing from that hellhole, a promise to his dying mother. But freedom felt just as suffocating as my cell, because t
Miss Billy
A young woman is orphaned and has no surviving family members to turn to. Desperate and alone, she reaches out to the only "family" she has left—a college chum of her father's, after whom she was named. Based on the name she signs at the bottom of the letter she sends to him, William Henshaw insists
Miss Gangsta
Amora (Athena) Followhill, the fierce and enigmatic leader of Arcillia’s most powerful mafia clan, has always stood apart. As the first female head in a world dominated by men, she is everything the women in her country are not—bold, fiery, intimidating, and unyieldingly brave. But beneath her toug
Miss Rose
Blurb: They said true love often begins with truth, trust or tragedy and sometimes it doesn't end in "happily ever after" But what matters is the moments and memories, just like Rose Louis a 27 years old woman who was faced with the hard part of life when she finds out that her husband was having an
His Secret Son, My Lost Child
My maternity leave was almost over, and registering my newborn daughter, Lily, at the Social Security office was supposed to be a simple, routine step, given the new "Family Unity Act' s" strict one-child policy. But the clerk' s words hit me like a blow: "The SSN for your family has already bee
Miss klutz
Love is a secular madness, it erupts like a volcano and then subsides. When It does, it leaves you with an option and you would have to decide. Clara Marian Henrich had always craved love for a long time. But, when she found the love she sought. Her neverending field of Roses became a wasteland. Wit
MISS CLARK
Prologue They met on a cold night. She was heart broken and he was badly injured. She is an angel...he is a carbon copy of evil. Well it not his fault, evilness is what is expected of the grandeur heir . Life for the Grandeur heir has always being war since the last and youngest son of th
Wishing for my husband´s child
After seven years of marriage, the protagonist is betrayed by her husband, whom she helped build his company from the ground up. He cheats on her with an old university girlfriend: Rosalía, an ambitious woman determined to win him back, no matter who she has to destroy. Rosalía is the daughter of a
Miss Mephistopheles
A wet Sunday--dreary, dismal, and infinitely sloppy. Even the bells ringing the people into evening service seemed to feel the depressing influence of the weather, and their brazen voices sounded hoarse and grumbling, as if they rang under protest. Cold, too!--not a brisk sharp frost--for here in Me
Miss Cat
Did the description of the woman as a cat refer to the trait of treachery? This adjective is unfairly attached to it. Or for the softness of the cat? Or for the speed of her reaction without thinking? Or to her stubbornness and do what she likes? Or for its beauty and softness? Or perhaps for anothe
Saturday's Child
This is an EXACT reproduction of a book published before 1923. This IS NOT an OCR'd book with strange characters, introduced typographical errors, and jumbled words. This book may have occasional imperfections such as missing or blurred pages, poor pictures, errant marks, etc. that were either part
