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Romance

Kayla stood outside the CEO suite, holding a custom suit for her fiancé, Brennon. They had spent seven years building a tech company from a freezing garage into a billion-dollar empire. But through the cracked door, she heard the breathy laugh of Evelin, the newly hired director. Then came Brennon's low, careless voice. "The wedding's a PR milestone for the IPO, nothing more." Kayla's blood turned to ice. "She's comfortable. Makes sense on paper," Brennon continued. "But you, Evelin. You understand ambition." The betrayal hit her like a physical blow. She had written the core code that made him a billionaire. She had stayed up until 4 AM debugging while he slept on a futon. Now, he was mocking their relationship to his mistress and handing over her life's work to a woman who couldn't even read a data log. Seven years of loyalty, reduced to a PR stunt. She didn't cry. Instead, a cold, violent clarity washed over her. Why should she let him keep the crown she forged? Without a word, she pulled the three-carat diamond off her finger and dropped it into her bag. She walked out of the building, drafted her resignation, and accepted a VP position at his biggest Wall Street rival. It was time to show Brennon what happened when the real genius behind his empire decided to tear it down.

Romance

Sign the damn divorce papers, Aurora." Richard Snarled. A faint smirk touched my lips.Did he truly think I was that much of a fool? "You think I'll grant you the privilege of spending my father's wealth with your mistress?"My voice was cold, sharp as a blade. "I'm not signing a thing." --- She

Romance

Princess Nieva of Kingdom Parzatine had a prophecy and that was to bring forth a powerful descendant that could defeat any kingdom, and that made the other kingdoms to chase her to be their queen. King Narcissus and Queen Rieva, her parents and even the Parzatines risked their lives to save her from

Literature

Their table faced the entrance, and Madame de Corantin's seat enabled her to see every one who entered or left the restaurant. Alistair Ramsey was standing in the doorway, waiting for the head waiter to show him to his table. His eyes were fixed upon Madame de Corantin's face. The look of astonishme

Literature

Soldier Silhouettes on our Front by William L. Stidger