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

All the scenes are playing as a recording in front of my eyes. I feel like I am reliving the terror of the past.


The goons take us to an abandoned house on the hilltop. They throw us on the cold floor and close the door. The room we're trapped in feels like a desolate prison, cold and damp. The muffled sounds of the outside world barely penetrate the thick walls.


George is still unconscious. His forehead is bleeding. I'm driven by a fierce determination to protect him. I tear my dress with my teeth and use the fabric as an impromptu bandage to staunch the bleeding. His vulnerability, lying there unconscious, tugs at my heartstrings.


I glance around the room, my eyes landing on the meager comforts of a mattress and a blanket. Gently, I drag George over to the mattress, huddling close to him and pulling the blanket around us, seeking whatever warmth and reassurance it can provide.


Chapter 118 The horror of the past.