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Tempting The Fake Heiress

[EXCERPT] “I wanted to know if the offer you proposed to me yesterday was still valid. About getting married and financing a business of my own.” I kept my pitch even as I spoke. “Hmm…” “I thought you said, and I quote, ‘You must be insane, Mr. Evander. If you think I’m like you—crazy—then you’re very wrong. I will never ever ever ever ever do anything as sinful as getting married to you. Not to talk of giving birth to your child just for the sake of business.’ “Then you stormed out of the private room that I’d graciously invited you to. You broke my fragile heart and ego.” Camden clutched his chest and feigned a pained look. “On the phone, you told me the offer was still on the table.” I countered. “That was on the phone. This is face-to-face. And I suddenly realize that your nose is a bit crooked. What if you give birth to a kid whose nose is pointing towards the west?” Camden said. SYNOPSIS: After the discovery that she is not the real daughter of her parents, Ivy Beaumont is pushed to the side by the only people she’s ever considered family in her life. When insanely rich and probably psychotic Camden Evander comes knocking on Ivy’s door with an irresistible offer she cannot afford to decline, Ivy is torn between grabbing an opportunity of a lifetime or waiting hopelessly for her turn to shine. A little push from the person whose life she stole is all Ivy needs to sign a contract with the devil that will change her life forever. There are no holds barred to the things Ivy can get with Camden on her side. And she wants everything the world can offer. As for Camden, he wants just one thing—her.
Craymem · 30k Views

Love Across the Light Years -The Devil CEO Indulges My Lies.

Family is a luxury not everyone can afford. Adelyn learned that the day Clara returned to the Scott family —and she quietly stopped belonging. No one abused her. No one hurt her openly. But the love that was once hers alone became divided. The attention that once chose her … became something she had to borrow. And whenever something precious stood between her and Clara —Adelyn was the one asked to let go. Not once. Not twice. But every single time. Her dreams. Her choices. Her place in the family. Her heart didn’t break in a single moment —it wore down slowly … until nothing remained worth fighting for. So, she erased herself from their world. Not in anger. Not in revenge. But to save what little of herself was left. ————— Seven years later, Adelyn returned. Not for the Scott family. Not for their love. She came back for the dreams she was once forced to abandon —and this time, nothing would be taken from her. No compromises. No sacrifices. Only her life. Her rules. She breathed in freedom. “No family…no shackles.” But just then— Two small arms wrapped around her legs, making her stiffen. When she looked down to check, she met a pair of familiar doe eyes staring up at her with unwavering trust. “Mama … Eira waited long for you. Don’t leave again.” …Mama? Before she could understand or react, a tall shadow fell over them. A man stood there —gaze sharp, cold, claiming —looking at her like she had belonged to him. “You dared to show up again?” Adelyn felt clueless. She would have asked him what he meant, however — Before she could speak — the ground vanished beneath her feet. A powerful arm lifted her effortlessly. “Since you dared …” his voice dropped —low, restrained, dangerous. “Don’t think of escaping again.
Scarlet_Shine · 634.1k Views

The Pawn Who Said Yes

Lucia Watts was once the golden daughter of Tomasso City, born into an illustrious family, raised in love, and destined for brilliance. But at seventeen, she made one fatal mistake: she brought a stranger named Anna Smith into her home. That mistake destroyed everything. Betrayed by the woman she trusted, Lucia’s father was framed and sentenced to life imprisonment. Her family collapsed overnight. Her father died under the wheels of oncoming traffic. Her mother lost her sanity. The hospital that carried her family’s name was stolen. Lucia died that day. And Emma Wilson was born. Four years later, Emma returns as the elegant and untouchable director of a Swiss cosmetics empire. Beautiful, ruthless, and patient, she has only one purpose: to drag Anna Smith and everyone who helped her into hell. Her path of revenge leads her straight to Ricard Anderson, Anna’s fiancé, a powerful CEO, and the perfect weapon. Lucia approaches him knowingly, seduces him deliberately and lets him fall in love with her step by step. She uses his desire, his influence, and his devotion as pieces on her chessboard. Ricard knows the truth. He knows she is using him. He knows her love is a lie. And yet, he chooses to stay. “I know I’m just a pawn,” he says. “But I’m willing.” As secrets are exposed, traps are set and blood debts are repaid, love becomes the most dangerous variable. Lucia wins her revenge but at the cost of everything else. Because some love stories are never meant to be saved. And some women choose revenge over redemption. ... Umee say that: Hi there! First of all, thank you for the interest and for the enthusiasm. Truly. Every time I open my comments and see new invitations to add Discord, buy promotion packages, commission comic adaptations, or “have a quick chat,” I’m reminded that my story has somehow wandered into a very busy marketplace. That said, I should probably set expectations gently before anyone invests too much energy. I’m not looking for promotion services, paid advertising or commissioned artwork. Not because they’re bad ideas, just because they’re not ideas I currently need. I don’t have the budget, the urgency or the illusion that my story is secretly one step away from becoming the next global phenomenon. I’m very aware of where my work stands. It’s doing okay. Respectably okay. Not “adapt-everything-immediately” okay. My passion for writing exists but it hasn’t reached the stage where common sense quietly exits the room. I promise I’m not underestimating myself, I’m simply being realistic, which is a personality trait I’ve grown quite attached to. Another small but important thing: I’m not really interested in chatting, exchanging ideas, networking, or building creative alliances in private messages. I write best when left alone. I think best when no one is pitching anything to me. And I function best when my inbox is not screaming for attention. So if I don’t reply, please know it’s not personal, it’s just me choosing silence over small talk. That being said, if you’re genuinely curious about me rather than what I can potentially become or produce, if you want to see my everyday life, random thoughts, quiet moments and the unmarketable parts of my existence, I do have my Instagram linked in my bio. You’re welcome to follow it. No proposals required. No introductions needed. Just observation, at your own pace. I truly wish you the best with your creative work, your art, your promotions, and your ambitions. Creating something and trying to get it seen is hard, I respect that deeply. I just prefer to walk my path slowly, quietly, and without turning every interaction into a business opportunity. Thank you for understanding, for stopping by, and for letting me return peacefully to my writing corner, where the only thing I’m selling is words.
Umee_uuuuuuw · 40.8k Views