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"Alyssa, the doctor said that once you sign these papers, I can get the surgery done right away," her mother said, pulling some documents from the side table. And that's how Alyssa signed away her freedom. Being sold by your own mother to become a sex worker, you thought your life was over and that you would be trapped in that world forever. Luckily, you were rescued by your boss, and you hoped for a better future. But then, you discovered that he only married you to secure his own position. To him, you were just a birth machine. What will you do now? Will you return to the brothel, or stay in your husband's house, where even the servants are treated with more respect than you? Welcome to Alyssa's Smith heart wrenching, pathetic life.
Alyssa's heart sank as the door swung open. She'd been worrying about this moment all day.
Her stepfather's heavy footsteps sounded down the hallway, making her stomach twist with anxiety.
She rushed to finish dinner, her hands shaking as she stirred the pot. The smell of burnt food filled the air, mixing with the sweat dripping down her face. She knew she was in trouble.
"Where's my dinner?" her stepfather barked, his voice dripping with anger. "You lazy girl, you're always late!"
Alyssa's eyes welled up with tears. "I'm sorry, sir. I had extra work at the office......." Her voice trembled.
Before she could explain herself, she felt something hit her on the head!
This man just threw a pan at her!
She took a deep breath, trying to calm down. But her heart raced, and her mind spun with fear.
"I'm sorry," tears streamed down her cheeks. "I was asked to redo all the floor mopping and toilet scrubbing this evening!" She was literally on her knees.
"I don't care what you were doing you whore! I allowed you to work only if you wouldn't stop your duties in the house!" He yelled. His chest rose and fell quickly.
Alyssa's voice trembled as she apologized, "I'm sorry. I had to redo the floor mopping and toilet scrubbing tonight. Alyssa was the only cleaner who cleans the boss office. That was not the only place but other higher up.
Her stepfather's face darkened, his eyes blazing with anger. "I don't care about your excuses," he growled. "You're supposed to prioritize this household. You're as useless as your mother."
This was it. This was the result of her mother marrying a reckless man.
The only reason Alyssa was out there cleaning office floors instead of going to college was because her mother chose to marry that god forsaken man!
Now she's in the hospital, dying and her only daughter is forced to live with her mistakes.
The only reason she was still here was because her mother was hospitalized and even though she was also as toxic as her stepfather, Alyssa felt leaving her to die in the hospital was unfair. So she decided to work her life out until she is able to pay for her surgery, especially because her stepfather was not willing to help. She swore to do everything to make her mom better.
But then, with the way things were going, she had no choice but to wonder if it would all be worth it.
Alyssa looked at her step-sister, Angela who was calmly seated in the living room, enjoying the show.
She was glad she didn't add fuel to the fire as she does normally. She sighed, then dragged her feet to the kitchen, still in her cleaning uniform, and continued at where she stopped.
"Alyssa, hurry up, turn off the stove!" her stepfather barked, his tone was surprisingly calm.
She turned off the stove, her curiosity piqued,"What's going on?" She wondered. Wasn't he the one who looked as if he would die of hunger at any moment?
"The hospital called. Your mom is awake and wants to see us," he said, a wide grin spreading across his face.
Alyssa's heart skipped a beat. Tears of relief welled up in her eyes. She quickly got dressed, her mind racing with questions.
As they drove to the hospital, Alyssa's anxiety grew. Why was her stepfather being so cooperative? Something didn't feel right. He was angry and now it was as if he wasn't the one who was boiling out of anger earlier. Tsk, tsk, this man was even more dangerous than a pregnant woman.
Upon arrival, Alyssa rushed to her mother's bedside. "Mom!" she exclaimed, she wrapped her arms around her mom. Her mother's pale face and sunken eyes shocked Alyssa. "I'm glad you're awake," she said, trying to process the sudden change.
"Sweetie, I don't have much time," her mother said, her voice weak but urgent. "The doctor says I need surgery ASAP."
Alyssa's grip on her mother's hand tightened. "Don't worry, Mom. We'll make it happen."
Her mother pulled out some papers from the side table. "Alyssa, I need you to sign these."
Alyssa's brow furrowed. "What are they?"
"A fund for the poor," her mother explained. "They'll help with my medical expenses." She said with a calm voice.
Alyssa hesitated, unsure. "Who gave you these papers, Mom?"
Her mother's eyes evaded hers. "Just sign them, sweetie. Please."
Alyssa's unease grew. Something wasn't right. She stared at her mother with doubt.
"The doctors." She answered, knowing fully she wouldn't sign without a clear understanding.
Alyssa hesitated, her pen hovering over the papers. Her mother's urgent tone and reassuring smile had eased her doubts, but a nagging voice whispered warnings.
"Trust me, sweetie," her mother said, her eyes locked on Alyssa's. "This will save us. Sign it, and we'll be okay."
Alyssa's instincts screamed caution, but she pushed aside her fears. She signed the papers, the scratch of the pen echoing in her mind.
Her mother's smile widened, relief etched on her face. "Tell them they can come in now."
Two tall, imposing men entered the hospital room, their presence suffocating. "Let's go," one growled, grasping Alyssa's arm.
She pulled back in alarm,"What's going on?"
Her mother's expression turned cold and distant. "You should discuss the details with them. They're handling the funds." She said and looked away. She was somewhat feeling guilty but she needed the money and that was the only way. She is her only daughter, it will cost nothing to make such a small sacrifice.
Alyssa's unease increased as the men led her out of the hospital and into a waiting car. One produced a gun, its muzzle pressed against her stomach.
"Make a sound, and we'll shoot," he snarled.
Alyssa's breath caught, fear paralyzing her. She opened the papers, her heart sinking. An agreement between her and a sex worker company.
The truth hit her like a tidal wave: her mother had sold her for one million dollars.
Tears streamed down Alyssa's face as the car sped away, her world shattered by her mother's betrayal.
Belinda thought after divorce, they would part ways for good - he could live his life on his own terms, while she could indulge in the rest of hers. However, fate had other plans in store. "My darling, I was wrong. Would you please come back to me?" The man, whom she once loved deeply, lowered his once proud head humbly. "I beg you to return to me." Belinda coldly pushed away the bouquet of flowers he had offered her and coolly replied, "It's too late. The bridge has been burned, and the ashes have long since scattered to the wind!"
6 years ago, Lydia suffered a brutal betrayal orchestrated by her own husband and step-sister, who drugged her and framed her. In a twist of fate, she ended up having a one-night stand with a stranger. Don't even remember what he looked like. Later, in the throes of death, she discovered the truth about her mother's death all those years ago. In the blink of an eye, she lost everything. 6 years later, Lydia returned with her genius son, vowing to exact revenge on all her enemies! Little did she know, she encountered an incredibly familiar man at the airport! *** The man was briskly pushing open the door to the restroom, heading to the urinal. Even with such a mundane action, he did it with unparalleled elegance and grace. Lydia, following him in a daze, saw his fierce lower body and suddenly snapped back to reality. She let out a high-pitched scream, instinctively covering her eyes with her hands, her cheeks flushed, and stood there stiffly, unsure of what to do. Lambert furrowed his brows slightly but remained calm as he continued to relieve himself. The sound of water hitting the urinal made Lydia's face even redder. She angrily shouted, "You pervert!" Little did Lydia know that Lambert, seeing her in this state, had a flicker of recognition in his eyes. Memories from many years ago flashed through his mind, and his heart couldn't help but stir. It was her!
Veronica is an eighteen-year-old omega who falls into an emotional breakdown when her Mate, who was soon to be the Alpha of the Sun crest pack, turns against her, hurls hurtful words at her, and rejects her on the night of the full moon festival because he and everyone in the pack, including her, thinks she is an omega. As if the pain of rejection, helplessness, and worthlessness wasn't enough, she lost her best and only friend to the cold hands of death when rogue wolves attacked their pack. Right in the presence of her mate, she was tagged as someone who always attracted problems and calamities anywhere she went and he turned a blind eye and watched as she was banished from the pack. With hatred for her life, she runs deep into the woods that were off-limits and jumps off to end her life, but in a turn of events, something else happens. What would her mate do when he finds out that Veronica is not who he thinks she is? Will she be able to forgive him? What fate lies ahead for them?
"Please trust me, I didn't do anything." "I don't believe you. I am rejecting you as my Queen and giving you the punishment of death." Alina was living outside her pack for five years. Her parents didn't try to contact her and always ignored her. Her best friend convinced her to go back to their pack and she agreed. But she had never imagined what was waiting there for her. She never thought she would meet her mate and had to face betrayal from everywhere. She had to pay for the crime which she never committed. Aaron Robertson is the king of Lycans. He is a very dominant and powerful King who not only rules Lycans but also rules other ranks of werewolves. Everyone is afraid of Lycans and he is the king of them. But who knew that he would get a mate who was just a simple Omega with no powers and strengths? He called her weak all the time but little did he know that his weak Omega would give him the biggest betrayal of his life for which he had to give her the sentence of death.
"Sign the divorce papers and get out!" Leanna got married to pay a debt, but she was betrayed by her husband and shunned by her in-laws. Seeing that her efforts were in vain, she agreed to divorce and claimed her half of the properties. With her purse plump from the settlement, Leanna enjoyed her newfound freedom. The constant harassment from her ex's mistress never fazed her. She took back her identities as top hacker, champion racer, medical professor, and renowned jewelry designer. Then someone discovered her secret. Matthew smiled. "Will you have me as your next husband?"
Lindsey's fiancé was the devil's first son. Not only did he lie to her but he also slept with her stepmother, conspired to take away her family fortune, and then set her up to have sex with a total stranger. To get her lick back, Lindsey decided to find a man to disrupt her engagement party and humiliate the cheating bastard. Never did she imagine that she would bump into a strikingly handsome stranger who was all that she was currently looking for. At the engagement party, he boldly declared that she was his woman. Lindsey thought he was just a broke man who wanted to leech off her. But once they began their fake relationship, she realized that good luck kept coming her way. She thought they would part ways after the engagement party, but this man kept to her side. "We gotta stick together, Lindsey. Remember, I'm now your fiancé. " "Domenic, you're with me because of my money, aren't you?" Lindsey asked, narrowing her eyes at him. Domenic was taken aback by that accusation. How could he, the heir of the Walsh family and CEO of Vitality Group, be with her for money? He controlled more than half of the city's economy. Money wasn't a problem for him! The two got closer and closer. One day, Lindsey finally realized that Domenic was actually the stranger she had slept with months ago. Would this realization change things between them? For the better or worse?