Deb@jaya

It all started with a bet, a bet George Stanley made with his ex-girlfriend, a bet that allowed Vivian to marry her secret love.
George thought he could always win yet never expected, that losing Vivian would be his biggest regret.
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George felt furious and frustrated after being dumped. He wanted to show Megan that he was happy without her, so he married the lady his grandma picked, Vivian.
Vivian, who had a crush on George, gladly consented to the contract marriage in the hopes of winning his love within the year. But little did she know that it would be impossible for her to thaw his icy rock heart.
Vivian found out she was pregnant on their first anniversary and couldn't wait to tell her husband. Who would have thought that he would drop a bomb of divorce on that day?
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I am still lying on the bed, naked, with his marks all over my body, when he drops those cold words, “Megan is back. I want a divorce.”
I am shocked at how callus he can be. I haven’t told him about my pregnancy yet.
What should I do now?
Will he forget about Megan and carry on with this marriage if I tell him?
“It is clearly stated in the contract that we can end this marriage if we don’t fall in love with each other in a year. I don’t love you, Vivian. You failed to win my heart.”
He says those words with no emotions, looking into my eyes.
I understand I'll never be able to replace Megan in his heart, so I decide to keep my pregnancy a secret from him.
“Let’s divorce then,” I say
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Vivian thought she would live happily with her baby away from George and his cold, heartless world. But fate had already made a different plan for her.
She ultimately crossed his path.
“You dared to hide my child from me. Now be ready for the consequences.”
When George reappeared in Vivian's life, everything became a tornado of chaos.
How was she going to keep herself and her child away from him? Would she be able to save herself from getting hurt again?

Mr. Billionaire, Leave Me Alone

I am shocked and terrified, thinking about who is trying to violate me. The smell of alcohol and the sudden attack makes me dizzy. I try to look at the man who is pressing me.


My fear lifts, and irritation grips my heart. I push him away hard and slap him.


The impact of the slap hangs in the air, a sharp crack echoing in the room.


He steps back a little and looks at me, seemingly shocked. His presence looms over me, his disheveled appearance and the pungent smell of alcohol emanating from him adding to my growing sense of discomfort.


I can see the glint of aggression in his eyes; his intentions are veering into dangerous territory.


"I am not Megan!" I exclaim. "You can’t come into my house without an invitation and try to harass me sexually. I will call the police."


My trembling body bears witness to the rush of adrenaline coursing through me, heightening my senses.


Chapter 26 I am not Megan.