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Illegal Use of Hands
The Ghost Wife's Billion Dollar Tech Comeback
Today is October 14th, my birthday. I returned to New York after months away, dragging my suitcase through the biting wind, but the VIP pickup zone where my husband's Maybach usually idled was empty. When I finally let myself into our Upper East Side penthouse, I didn't find a cake or a "welcome home" banner. Instead, I found my husband, Caden, kneeling on the floor, helping our five-year-old daughter wrap a massive gift for my half-sister, Adalynn. Caden didn't even look up when I walked in; he was too busy laughing with the girl who had already stolen my father's legacy and was now moving in on my family. "Auntie Addie is a million times better than Mommy," my daughter Elara chirped, clutching a plush toy Caden had once forbidden me from buying for her. "Mommy is mean," she whispered loudly, while Caden just smirked, calling me a "drill sergeant" before whisking her off to Adalynn's party without a second glance. Later that night, I saw a video Adalynn posted online where my husband and child laughed while mocking my "sensitive" nature, treating me like an inconvenient ghost in my own home. I had spent five years researching nutrition for Elara's health and managing every detail of Caden's empire, only to be discarded the moment I wasn't in the room. How could the man who set his safe combination to my birthday completely forget I even existed? The realization didn't break me; it turned me into ice. I didn't scream or beg for an explanation. I simply walked into the study, pulled out the divorce papers I'd drafted months ago, and took a black marker to the terms. I crossed out the alimony, the mansion, and even the custody clause-if they wanted a life without me, I would give them exactly what they asked for. I left my four-carat diamond ring on the console table and walked out into the rain with nothing but a heavily encrypted hard drive. The submissive Mrs. Holloway was gone, and "Ghost," the most lethal architect in the tech world, was finally back online to take back everything they thought I'd forgotten.
Hands of Stone, Heart of Vengeance
My husband told me I was a bad investment, a legacy asset he was forced to liquidate after a car crash stole his memory of our love five years ago. He replaced me with a "Muse," a supermodel whose lies were as polished as the magazine covers she graced. But when her son—the boy Adrian believed wa
IN THE HANDS OF TIME
"What do you think you're doing?!" Raye asks the moment the door closes behind them, her vision glazed with controlled fury. The corner of his mouth tilts to a smile, unfazed by her outburst "Getting you back". ~~~ Raye and Kohen are childhood friends turned lovers, but obstacles threaten their a
His Mistress's Illegal Son
His Mistress's illegitimate son is a moving tale of love, loss, regret and the complexity of human relationships. Lilly and Oliver's story began innocently and their whirlwind of romance swept them off their feet. Young and naive, they thought they had it all figured out not knowing that life has a
The Mystery of the Clasped Hands
“I never knew such a fellow as you are for ferreting out these low, foreign eating-houses,” said Godfrey Henderson to his friend, Victor Fensden, as they turned from Oxford Street into one of the narrow thoroughfares in the neighbourhood of Soho.
Acetylene, The Principles Of Its Generation And Use
Acetylene, The Principles Of Its Generation And Use by F. H. Leeds
Captain Mansana and Mother's Hands
<p> <i>Cannibals All!<\/i> got more attention in William Lloyd Garrison's <i>Liberator<\/i> than any other book in the history of that abolitionist journal. And Lincoln is said to have been more angered by George Fitzhugh than by any other pro-slavery writer, yet he unconsciously paraphrased <i>Cann
In the Hands of the Malays, and Other Stories
In the Hands of the Malays, and Other Stories by George Alfred Henty
And I fell between his hands
- My withered rose Every night I sip from a glass of wine trying to forget this beauty and get it out of my head.. But I come back and am shocked that I can't do that.. All women after you are far from being a slave under my feet.
And fell between his hands
Saif, who falls in love with a girl named Nada since she was a child, disappears and goes out of town with her family and loses memory, only to meet her again with no memory, so he doesn't. It angers him and burns his heart to live this deadly conflict, how he will make Nada love him again.
His Life Hung By My Hands
My fiancé and my cousin destroyed my life. Their betrayal led to my mother's suicide and my grandmother's death. They framed me for arson, and I went to prison. Three years later, I' m a trauma surgeon. The ER doors burst open, and there he was, carrying her in his arms. She was pregnant, and she w
Outlines of Dairy Bacteriology, 8th edition / A Concise Manual for the Use of Students in Dairying
Outlines of Dairy Bacteriology, 8th edition / A Concise Manual for the Use of Students in Dairying by H. L. Russell
No need soiling your hands, Mr. CEO
Vivian a girl who was lied to by strangers that claimed to be her friends, woke up two days after a mysterious event took the life of her parents and left her with no memories, she didn't even try to find herself but sacrificially offered her life to cover for the people she thought had sacrificed a
From Surgeon's Hands to Avenging Fire
The world knew me as Dr. Brenna Mann, the neurosurgeon with hands insured for millions. My husband, Davis, was a powerful lawyer, and our life was perfect-until he shattered it. He protected his secret lover, Kiley, after she killed my mother in a hit-and-run. Then, to silence me, he had his family
He Broke My Hands, I Broke His Empire
Caleb, my brilliant partner and fiancé, stroked my hand. "One more month, Gabby," he whispered, "and you'll officially be the COO of Aura. My queen." We were celebrating our empire, the tech company I architected from our dorm room. I thought we were building a kingdom together. That was the las
Narrative and Lyric Poems (first series) for use in the Lower School
Narrative and Lyric Poems (first series) for use in the Lower School by O. J. Stevenson
Billionaire's Sweetie: Honey All The Time
Lollo got set up to an arranged marriage upon reaching the age of twenty. Aside from this discovery, what shocked her most was that her future groom was no other than Harrison, the billionaire whose photo she secretly took for a job assignment. "You have the liberty to marry any woman you fancy. Wh
Rebirth of Martial God
Traversing back to the ancient Prime Martial World from modern age, Austin finds himself in a younger body as he wakes up. Yet, the young man he possesses was a miserable dimwit, what a bummer! But it doesn’t matter as his mind is sound and clear. Possessing this younger and stronger body, h
Unexpected Fortune: The Long-lost Heir Returns Home
Poverty is a terrible disease. Most humans want to be wealthy. Are you also one of them? Well, I'm one of those few people who don't love money. I believe that there was more to life than money. Money can't buy happiness. At least, that was what I thought until life happened. My mother became term
Son in-law Revenge.
"You're useless, so why would I be with you!...it's over, I'm getting married to someone else!" Arthur's wife said. - Everyone looks down on Arthur stark. His in-laws call him trash and useless, they consider him lower than their maids, treat him worse than they would treat an animal. But none of
