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In the Grip of Billionaire's Obsession
Author: Marseeq
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"Why would you marry me just for a kidney?" Elsa demanded, her voice trembling with betrayal. Liam, her husband, met her gaze with cold indifference. "You were the perfect donor," he replied, his words slicing through her hope. Elsa's world shattered when she discovered her marriage to billionaire Liam was a sham, a plot to save his ailing fiancée, Ria. Pregnant and used, Elsa fled, seeking solace in her family. But when she lost her baby in a fall orchestrated by Liam, her despair deepened. Now, with her daughter missing and Liam's manipulations tightening their grip, Elsa must confront the monster she once called her husband. As she fights to reclaim her child and her freedom, Elsa uncovers Liam's ruthless control and the depth of his deception. With each revelation, her resolve strengthens, but so does the danger. Can Elsa break free from Liam's obsession and find true happiness, or will she remain forever in the grip of a billionaire's obsession?
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Entwined: Stuck in Her Grip

◾ SYNOPSIS◾ He stood motionlessly, his cloth dripping of excess muddy liquid, his gaze fixed on the retreating petite figure, riding away on her bicycle. His face was as phlegmatic as ever, his icy stare lingering on the lucky lass. "Just say the word, Zay", his friend nudged. An almost inaudible sigh escaped his lips. He dug his finger into his hair, ruffling it a bit. He turned around and walked towards his car, not even sparing his friend a glance. As soon as he gets in, he shuts the car door, placing his head on the car's head rest while closing his eyes. His men understood the message and put down their guns. Jove shook his head and turned to walk to the car. "It's your first time, dude. What the heck happened?" He asked, walking into the car. "Take the wheels, Damon." His mesmerizing yet cold voice rang, ignoring Jove's question. Jove sighed dramatically and leant back on the seat, bringing out his phone - he was used to his best friend already. Zayde Stoll was the name. His name alone triggered lots of emotions - love, admiration, fear, hatred and every other feelings one could possibly have. He was dangerously handsome; an exact opposite of his real self. At 25, he already was the world's youngest billionaire, having the least number of ten companies in each country. His name made great men fall to their knees and everyone wondered how his fame grew that much. He was known to be eerily cold and he killed without second thoughts. He only needed to say the word and whoever would drop at his feet. He was a real description of a merciless demigod and people shook when he entered college. Jove was his best friend and the only person he talks to aside his Dad, despite their very striking differences. Jove complimented his name - he was one hell of a jovial person and really cheerful...but the heck, he was the world's biggest player. Although he condemned the manner with which Zayde handled his victims, he knew he couldn't do anything about it, having known Zayde since childhood. "Damon! You want to kill us?!" Jove suddenly yelled, yanking off the earpiece he had on. He had fallen back on impulse from the near death crash they barely escaped. He glanced at Zayde, a mistake at first, because the latter never acted like something just happened. His men kept stoic faces too, leaving him dumbfounded. "Am I the only living thing in this car? Because Damon almost sent us to our earliest graves and none of you will f**cking tell me you didn't see that!" Jove yelled. He was this close to being infuriated. Damon chuckled loudly. "It was only a mistake", he said with a shrug. "Yeah, a mistake that would've marked an end to my beautiful life", he said bluntly, his voice unable to mask the sarcasm. "You should be shameless at times, Jove." Boris said, turning back to look at Jove. Just then, Zayde put on his headphone with a slightly irritated huff, a clear indication everyone were disturbing him. They all shut up at once, returning to their previous activities. "You'll watch them kill me one day." Jove mumbled, sinking down into the seat.

Astra_Qilla · Urban

Vise Versa

The Space Between Childhood and Growing up In a quiet, tree-lined neighborhood humming with lawnmowers, porch swings, and the endless echo of summer cicadas, three lives are set on a course that will forever intertwine. Skie, a Black girl with stars in her eyes and a voice too big for the walls around her, has always shared her world with Conner—her charming, loyal next-door neighbor and childhood best friend. They've grown up side by side, tethered by backyard games, scraped knees, and the kind of bond that doesn't need words. But everything begins to shift the summer a quiet moving truck pulls up to the house across the street. From it steps Dylan, an eight-year-old Korean boy with thick glasses, too many books in his arms, and a nervous smile. New to the country and to the language, Dylan finds himself an outsider—until Skie and Conner take him in, and the trio becomes inseparable. Over the span of ten years, their friendship weathers the seasons of growing up: awkward middle school crushes, high school heartbreak, cultural gaps, academic pressures, and unspoken feelings that hover like clouds between them. Now on the brink of adulthood, as they step into the uncharted territory of college life and personal independence, Skie, Conner, and Dylan must face the truths they’ve long buried. Who are they without each other? And can friendship survive the gravity of growing up? Offering deeper insight into pivotal moments and characters, *Vise Verse or The Space Between Childhood and Sky * is a powerful coming-of-age tale that explores race, identity, love, and the fragile, beautiful ties that hold us together—even when the world tries to pull us apart.

Kel_Young_Wrld · Teen
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What are the interesting stories in Vise City?
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2024-11-07 13:25
There could be many. Maybe stories about the local traditions in Vise City, like unique festivals. For example, a yearly harvest festival where the whole city comes together to celebrate. People might share their home - grown produce, and there are parades with floats decorated with fruits and vegetables.
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The emperor's hegemony.
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Frost Grip was a skill of the Ice DK in World of Warcraft under the effect of Frost's Innate Ability. After releasing the Frost Grip, it would temporarily reduce the rune energy consumption. This characteristic allowed the Ice DK to quickly deal high damage during the explosive period.
What is the difference between a forward grip and a reverse grip in gymnastics?
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2026-06-28 19:31
The forward grip was to hold the instrument with the thumbs of both hands facing each other, the distance was the same as the shoulder width; the reverse grip was to rotate the arms outward, the thumbs of both hands holding the instrument outward, the distance was the same as the shoulder width. <a href="/?from=ask_words" style="color:red" target="_blank">Read more exciting novels for free</a>
Can you share some memorable Vise City stories?
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2024-11-07 11:45
Sure. One story could be about a mysterious old building in Vise City. It has been there for centuries, and there are rumors that it was once a secret meeting place for important people in history.
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