I Fell Where His Love Favored Another
Half a month into our cold war, I, Claire Parker, found an abortion procedure slip tucked inside Daniel Carter's suit pocket.
The patient's name belonged to the fragile little childhood sweetheart he had always protected so fiercely-Sophie Bennett.
I folded the paper calmly and slipped it back where I had found it.
Daniel noticed the movement immediately. His eyes flicked toward me through the rearview mirror, resignation coloring his voice.
"What are you overthinking now? Sophie was just keeping a friend company at the hospital. She accidentally left it there."
I turned toward the window and said nothing.
This was Sophie declaring war on me, yet the man who could crush competitors without mercy in the business world believed her completely.
The silence inside the car grew suffocating until Daniel finally stopped outside an upscale jewelry boutique.
He reached over and ruffled my hair with easy familiarity, his tone indulgent and affectionate.
"Come on. Pick out a ring. Your birthday's next month anyway, so we might as well register our marriage too."
I bit down hard on my lip as tears fell soundlessly onto the back of my hand.
What he still didn't know was that I wouldn't live long enough to see next month.
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Chapter 5
It took me an entire hour to scrub the bloodstains out of the carpet.
By the end, my body was so weak that even standing required me to lean against the wall and gasp for breath for a long while.
I sealed the last few cardboard boxes with tape and attached local delivery labels to them.
The recipient address was Daniel's company.
When everything was finished, I sat down on the bare sofa and pulled out my phone.
A bank notification popped up on the screen.
"Your credit card has been frozen by the primary cardholder."
I calmly swiped the message away.
What Daniel didn't know was that I hadn't used that card for a single dollar in over six months.
Every expense I had came from freelance translation work I picked up online.
He had always believed I depended on him completely, that I would never survive without him.
My phone suddenly vibrated. It was a call from Daniel's assistant, Oliver Reed.
I pressed answer.
"Ms. Parker." Oliver's voice carried the polished indifference of someone speaking on behalf of power, with a faint trace of contempt underneath.
"Mr. Carter asked me to inform you that the card has been suspended. If you're regretting your decision now, Mr. Carter said he's willing to give you a chance to step back gracefully." Oliver paused briefly. "Mr. Carter's exact words were for you to call him."
He cleared his throat before adding on his own accord, "Though personally, I'd also suggest apologizing to Ms. Bennett a little. After all, she was upset yesterday at the hospital too."
Listening to the condescension dripping from his tone, I couldn't help letting out a faint laugh.
"Oliver." My voice was hoarse, yet strangely calm. "Please tell Daniel that I already threw the card away. And remind him to check his delivery package."
With that, I hung up directly and added Oliver's number to the blacklist.
That afternoon, William arrived at the mansion.
His eyes swept across the empty living room before settling on my ashen face, and something painful flickered briefly through his expression.
"Ms. Parker, are you certain you want to donate all of your assets?"
I nodded and accepted the documents he handed me.
"The old house my mother left me... use the money from the sale to establish a foundation dedicated to supporting orphaned children with stomach cancer."
I picked up the pen and carefully signed my name at the bottom of the documents.
"And please handle this body donation agreement as well."
William's hand trembled slightly.
"Ms. Parker... are you really not planning to tell Mr. Carter?"
"There's no need." I handed the signed documents back to him calmly. "There's nothing left between him and me anymore."
After William left, I called for a car and finally walked away from the mansion I had lived in for the past three years.
When I left, I took only two things with me—the old necklace my mother had left behind, and the bottle of painkillers with the label torn off.
I placed the house key on the cabinet by the entrance, beside the plastic bag containing the plain ring.
The moment the door closed behind me, I never looked back.
The sunlight outside was beautiful, yet I couldn't feel a trace of warmth from it.
I gave the driver the address to a cemetery on the outskirts of the city.
That was where my mother was buried.
Before I left this world completely, I wanted to see her one last time.
The car moved steadily along the highway while I leaned against the window, watching the scenery slip backward into the distance.
At last, through all these repeated tests and disappointments, I had finally seen Daniel's hypocrisy clearly for what it truly was.
What he called love had never been anything more than charity handed down from above, carefully measured after weighing the costs and benefits.
And now, I didn't want it anymore.
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7.7
Not only was I drugged, blinded and assaulted. I was deceived into carrying a baby by a stranger I never knew. Then he appeared and took my child away.
I was sent to a militia by the father of my child. I thought I was rescued but I was recruited to be a weapon for killing. Who was manipulating me, I didn't know. The answers were far from what I knew.
Forced to blend into the world that I could never believe I would be to, a place where brutality reigned, kill or be killed was the only language. I have survived but he has to pay for everything he did to me, because I believed every phase of my life was set by him and him alone. Have I really survived?
Who would have thought, he existed twice in the same world? Do I really know who I should take revenge on? Him or the person I would sacrifice everything for?
Was my mother the one who orchestrated everything? What kind of pawn am I?
7.6
Johana walked half a mile through a brutal blizzard just to secure a tutoring job with the elite Black family.
But the very night she was hired, she received a terrifying call from the ER—her quiet roommate, Hazelle, had been drugged and severely traumatized at a Hamptons party.
When Johana rushed to the hospital, she didn't find the police. Instead, she found a team of ruthless billionaires erasing the crime.
Leading them was Dalton Black, the cold, arrogant older brother of her new student.
Within minutes, Dalton's fixers wiped the hospital's security footage, deleted all digital evidence, and forcefully transferred Hazelle to a locked private psychiatric facility.
"We are ensuring her privacy."
Dalton's voice was devoid of emotion, treating the horrific assault like a minor PR glitch.
His friends mocked Johana's powerlessness, while Dalton authorized a blank check to pay for the private ward, effectively burying the scandal and buying their silence.
Johana stood in the sterile hallway, trembling with a mix of despair and absolute rage.
How could they destroy an innocent girl's life and simply pay to make it disappear? Why was the truth so easily erased by money?
She had no wealth, no connections, and no proof, but she refused to be a victim of their cover-up.
Staring directly into Dalton's intimidating, icy blue eyes, Johana made a vow.
"I don't want your money. I will find out what you monsters did to her."
She thought the billionaire heir would crush her on the spot, but instead, he watched her walk away and quietly ordered his assistant: "Find out everything about Johana Neal."
9.6
She was sold as a broodmare. He was a warrior with no memory. Together, they'll burn down the world.
Lyra has been called many things: half-blood, mongrel, dirty blood. Rejected by every pack she's approached, she's given one final chance-as a bride to Ronan, the cruel Alpha of Red River Pack. But when her wedding night becomes a nightmare, she stabs her new husband and flees into the frozen wilderness.
Stellan remembers nothing. Not his name, not his past, not the ancient tattoos covering his body. He only knows that when he sees a terrified woman falling from a cliff into an icy river, he must save her-even if it kills him.
On the run from a vengeful Alpha and his army of hunters, Lyra and Stellan discover an impossible bond growing between them. The moon has chosen them as mates. But Stellan's memories are returning, and with them, a devastating truth: he's not just any wolf. He's the Alpha of the North Star Pack. And a half-blood can never be his Luna.
Now Ronan's brother has sworn revenge, an ancient prophecy awakens, and three packs prepare for war. Lyra must prove that bloodlines mean nothing-and that the most powerful bond of all is forged in ice and fire.
He lost his memory. She lost her freedom. Together, they'll find everything.
8.4
On the night before her wedding, Navia Harrison discovers her fiancé in bed with her step-sister-and worse, the two of them are already planning how to get rid of her after the marriage.
Humiliated and consumed by hatred, Navia exposes their affair during the wedding ceremony itself, destroying both families' reputations in a single move.
Then, she meets him.
Leonel Crawford - the cold and dangerously powerful head of the Crawford family. Untouchable. Ruthless. A man no woman has ever been able to keep close.
He's also her ex-fiancé's uncle.
One impulsive proposal changes everything.
"If you need a wife... marry me instead."
"Honestly... we'd make a pretty good match."
8.9
The mangled car teetered on the cliff's edge, my leg crushed, gasoline fumes thick in the air. My husband, Holden, stood safe on the highway, directing the rescue – but not for me. He was saving her, the woman in the passenger seat, leaving me and our unborn child to the ocean below.
I woke trapped in the crushed Maybach, leg pinned. The cliff loomed; the driver's seat was empty.
Holden, safe outside, directed paramedics past me to Giana, his "most valuable asset," ordering her rescue first.
I watched him comfort Giana, oblivious, as the car slid. My baby barely viable. Holden offered a black card for silence; Giana gloated.
Ten years of devotion, a cruel lie. Rage fueled me: how could he abandon his wife and child?
I swore a venomous oath: never again an accessory. I flicked his card away, shielded my pregnancy, and promised my baby escape.
8.2
After an accident left me blind, I spent six months trapped in darkness, relying entirely on my devoted fiancé and my caring adoptive sister.
But when my vision miraculously returned one morning, the first thing I saw was the two of them tangled in my guest room bed.
"As soon as that blind bitch signs the marriage proxy, the money defaults to my control."
I kept my eyes unfocused and played the fool. I watched as they forged my signature to drain my thirty-million-dollar trust fund. My adoptive parents even demanded I surrender my company shares because a disabled woman was a liability. When I refused, they went completely insane. Under the guise of a family dinner, they locked me in a VIP room with a grotesque Wall Street vulture, planning to sell my body to save their bankrupt business.
I had given this family everything, yet they were dissecting my life like vultures, convinced I was just a helpless, blind toy they could easily throw away.
But they had no idea I had already hired a supposedly homeless man to be my proxy husband to protect my assets. And they certainly didn't know this "beggar" was actually the ruthless, hidden billionaire heir of the Sweeney family. Gripping the hidden knife inside my dress, I dropped the blind act. It was time to burn them all to the ground.