Emma Gebstone had the perfect life-until she discovered she wasn't the real daughter of the wealthy Gebstone family. Betrayed, abandoned, and framed for a scandal she didn't commit, she finds herself penniless and alone-until fate lands her in the home of ruthless billionaire Dylan Kehlani. But Dylan is no stranger. He's the mysterious man from the night that shattered her world. Bound by a hidden past and an undeniable attraction, Emma becomes his daughter's nanny, stepping into a dangerous game of power, secrets, and unexpected love. Just as passion ignites, betrayal strikes again. A forced engagement, a hidden pregnancy, and a shocking family feud threaten to rip them apart. When Emma's true heritage is revealed, she faces an impossible choice-stand by the man who broke her heart or embrace the family that wants to use her as a pawn for revenge. In a world where love is a battlefield, will Emma and Dylan defy the odds, or will their pasts destroy their future?
"No! You can't take my child!"
Her scream shattered the stillness, frantic and raw, but the hospital walls swallowed the sound. No one came. The IV tugged at her wrist, a dull pain she barely registered through as panic gripping her chest. The masked men stood over her, shadows with empty faces, one cradling the tiny bundle of her newborn.
She fought-weak and trembling, her arms heavy as stone. Every movement sent waves of exhaustion through her, but she couldn't stop. "Where are the nurses?" she thought wildly. "Why can't they hear me?"
"Give me back my baby!" she sobbed, her voice cracking as desperation clawed up her throat.
One of the men stepped closer. For an agonising second, hope flickered-was he returning the infant? Her heart rose, her arms already reaching out...
But instead, she felt a sharp sting in her arm. Cold and deliberate.
"No..." she whispered, the word slipping from her lips like sand through fingers.
The room tilted, and the figures above her blurred into something she couldn't fathom.
The last thing she saw was the man turning away with the baby still nestled in his arms.
When she woke, the crib beside her bed was empty.
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The buzz of the doorbell sliced through the quiet, startling me. I rushed from the bathroom, throwing on my nightie, my damp hair clinging to my neck. My heart pounded in my chest. "Who could be here at this hour?'
When I opened the door, the breath caught in my throat.
There, slouched and worn, stood Mr. Greystone-my ex-father.
Two months had passed since I left home. Two months since I walked out of the life I'd known for nineteen years. They hadn't fought to keep me. They'd replaced me with someone new-a daughter they actually wanted. Not one phone call. Not one message.
Now, seeing him here on my doorstep, I felt a strange detachment, like I was dreaming.
He looked... different. His once-proud shoulders slumped, and the grey in his hair had spread like ivy. Deep lines carved into his face made him seem older, weaker. If I hadn't known better, I might have mistaken him for a man lost to the streets.
But I knew him too well. Mr. Greystone was not a man who lost control.
"Come in," I said stiffly, stepping aside.
He shuffled into the living room, the weight of his presence filling the space like a storm cloud. I followed, watching him sink into the couch, his hands clutched tightly in his lap as if holding himself together.
[Flashback]
I could still hear his voice from that day, echoing in the back of my mind:
"Emma, we still love you. No matter what, you'll always be our daughter."
The words had felt like a performance, rehearsed and hollow. He said it because he had to, not because he meant it.
The woman I had called "Mom" tried to repeat his words, but her voice wavered, uncertain. For a moment, I'd felt the ache of her sorrow, but it wasn't enough. It was too late.
She knew. She'd known from the beginning. She knew about the abuse-how it started the moment Mr. Greystone found out I wasn't his biological daughter. She knew how each strike left bruises I had to hide, how he took out his anger on me when I dared to step in Monica's way.
And she stayed silent.
The abuse only ended the day I fought back. The last time his hand swung at me, I struck first-and harder. That was when I knew I couldn't stay.
I left without looking back, but not before catching the fury in his eyes. His jaw clenched so tight it seemed like it would snap. It wasn't just anger-it was hate. I was a stain on the family, one they couldn't wait to wash away.
[Present Day]
I ushered him inside and waited no second to ask my burning questions "What are you doing here? Sir?", I asked, emphasising on the word 'Sir'.
His grey hair had increased from the last time I saw him. He looked so stressed and fine lines had begun to form on his face. If not because of my relationship with him and knowing that he is wealthy, He could have passed for a homeless man.
He opened his mouth to reply, butonly a sigh escaped his lips.
Whatever that could have landed him in this state is something serious.
I watched him sit, at this point, I was mentally and physically exhausted, but I can't just ask him to leave without asking for an explanation.
In the kitchen, I poured a glass of water, the faucet hissing softly as I tried to steady my thoughts. I didn't know what I expected from him-an apology? An excuse? I wasn't even sure I wanted to hear it.
When I returned, he was still hunched on the couch, staring blankly ahead. I placed the glass in front of him and sat down across from him, forcing my voice to stay even.
I must have been so deep in my thoughts that I didn't hear him walk into the kitchen. I only felt a small sting behind my neck, making me turn around to face him.
A strange unease crept over me. Something wasn't right.
'Sit so we can talk, at least you need to tell me why you are here and looking like this.' I said instead, standing up to pull out a chair for him.
'Emma,' he called. 'I'm so sorry, please forgive me.' He said.
The apology hit me like a punch to the gut, I sighed. I wanted to tell him my mind to scream out my anger at their betrayal, to tell him how much I wanted them to ask me to stay, but I couldn't.
I realised my body system was too weak to generate power to my mouth.
'Fa...th...er?' I called, looking up at him with confusion evident in my eyes. I noticed his eyes were glistening with tears.
I blinked, my vision swimming as the room tilted. The air felt heavy, pressing against my chest like a vice. From the shadows, two figures emerged-men in dark masks, their eyes cold and distant.
I tried identifying them, But the world around me grew hazy and my vision blurred.
Two dark masked men hovering around me were the last things I saw as I fell into the ground. My consciousness, slowly slipping away."
"I have loved him from the moment we met. Every moment of our shared gaze was a type of fate. Rejected by my mate, my prayer offering to the moon goddess had turned to ash after all, as the past came haunting! What sort of game is Destiny playing with me! 'Please, don't leave me,' he begged, his voice drenched in regret. Had I known it would lead to this, I never would have killed him." "How dare you call yourself my mate? After killing my father? How audacious!" I was yelling, that rage overtaking with every word uttered. Now, as the head king, my father, lies dead, the kingdom is in chaos. It is my birthright, my throne, and it is time to declare it. He stood before me, my mate; his eyes begged my forgiveness. There will be no mercy, "I, Zenith, unmate you." I turned to leave and didn't even realise it, but a storm brewed deep inside of me. I am pregnant.
Kallie, a mute who had been ignored by her husband for five years since their wedding, also suffered the loss of her pregnancy due to her cruel mother-in-law. After the divorce, she learned that her ex-husband had quickly gotten engaged to the woman he truly loved. Holding her slightly rounded belly, she realized that he had never really cared for her. Determined, she left him behind, treating him as a stranger. Yet, after she left, he scoured the globe in search of her. When their paths crossed once more, Kallie had already found new happiness. For the first time, he pleaded humbly, "Please don't leave me..." But Kallie's response was firm and dismissive, cutting through any lingering ties. "Get lost!"
It was supposed to be a marriage of convenience, but Carrie made the mistake of falling in love with Kristopher. When the time came that she needed him the most, her husband was in the company of another woman. Enough was enough. Carrie chose to divorce Kristopher and move on with her life. Only when she left did Kristopher realize how important she was to him. In the face of his ex-wife’s countless admirers, Kristopher offered her 20 million dollars and proposed a new deal. “Let’s get married again.”
Joelle thought she could change Adrian's heart after three years of marriage, but she realized too late that it already belonged to another woman. "Give me a baby, and I'll set you free." The day Joelle went into labor, Adrian was traveling with his mistress on his private jet. "I don't care whom you love. My debt is paid. From now on, we have nothing to do with each other." Not long after Joelle left, Adrian found himself begging on his knees. "Please come back to me."
Lucia Balstone thought she had chosen the right man to spend the rest of her life with, but he was the one who ended her life. Their ten-year marriage seemed like a joke when her husband stabbed her with a dagger. Fortunately, God is never blind to people's tears. Lucia got a second chance. She was reborn at the age of 22, before all the terrible things had happened. This time, she was determined to avenge herself and let those who hurt her pay! She made an elaborate list of her goals, and the first thing on her list was to marry her ex-husband's enemy, Alonso Callen!
After three secretive years of marriage, Eliana never met her enigmatic husband until she was served with divorce papers and learned of his extravagant pursuit of another. She snapped back to reality and secured a divorce. Thereafter, Eliana unveiled her various personas: an esteemed doctor, legendary secret agent, master hacker, celebrated designer, adept race car driver, and distinguished scientist. As her diverse talents became known, her ex-husband was consumed by remorse. Desperately, he pleaded, "Eliana, give me another chance! All my properties, even my life, are yours."
They don't know I'm a girl. They all look at me and see a boy. A prince. Their kind purchase humans like me for their lustful desires. And, when they stormed into our kingdom to buy my sister, I intervened to protect her. I made them take me too. The plan was to escape with my sister whenever we found a chance. How was I to know our prison would be the most fortified place in their kingdom? I was supposed to be on the sidelines. The one they had no real use for. The one they never meant to buy. But then, the most important person in their savage land-their ruthless beast king-took an interest in the "pretty little prince." How do we survive in this brutal kingdom, where everyone hates our kind and shows us no mercy? And how does someone, with a secret like mine, become a lust slave? . AUTHOR'S NOTE. This is a dark romance-dark, mature content. Highly rated 18+ Expect triggers, expect hardcore. If you're a seasoned reader of this genre, looking for something different, prepared to go in blindly not knowing what to expect at every turn, but eager to know more anyway, then dive in! . From the author of the international bestselling book: "The Alpha King's Hated Slave."