The CEO's redemption
aisha imam · Ongoing · 114.6k Words
Introduction
But for Nathan, it was nothing short of a nightmare. He had grown up with different dreams, and Brooke was no longer part of them.
Determined to make their marriage work, Brooke did everything she could to be the perfect wife — even setting aside her lifelong ambition of becoming a doctor. Yet, after three painful years of trying to win his heart, all she received in return were divorce papers and the cold words that shattered her world: he wanted her out of his life.
Years later, Brooke rebuilt herself. Now a successful doctor, she had long buried the pain of her past—until fate brought it back in the form of a familiar patient.
“Doctor Ash, I need your expertise,” came the voice she thought she’d never hear again.
“What’s wrong with you, Mr. Leo?” she asked, her tone steady but her heart uneasy.
His gaze softened, and his voice was barely above a whisper. “My heart is broken… and only you can mend it.”
Brooke gave a faint smile. “You see, Mr. Leo, I’m a doctor, not a love expert. I can only treat your heart when it’s failing, not when it’s yearning.”
Chapter 1
It is a beautiful day and the sun shines brightly throughout the city. The sound of birds chirping and few cars passing by could be heard from the streets.
Inside a hotel suite, three girls stood in front of a full view mirror. One of them is backing the mirror. She is in a beautiful white dress. It obviously looked expensive with all the embroidery and beads work. While the other two were in silk maroon coloured dresses that had the same design.
"Are you ready, Brooke?" One of the maroon dresses asked with excitement.
The lady in white smiled and gave a nod. "I definitely am ready." Brooke said with excitement as well. She could hardly contain herself. Today is the best day of her life. She is finally getting married to the love of her life.
Brooke turned around to face the full length mirror. She was overwhelmed with what was reflecting before her.
"Ohh... You have never looked more beautiful than you do right now, Brooke." One of the girls, who seemed to be the bridesmaids said.
Brooke gave an honest smile as she stared at herself. "I do look good. Can't wait to walk down the aisle to the love of my life."
Finally, Brooke's long time dream is coming true. In a few minutes, she will be the wife of her childhood crush's wife. It was finally happening.
"It's time." One of the girls said, after fixing Brooke's Vail.
Moments later, Brooke is walking down the aisle as the slow music plays.
Her bridesmaids were already at the altar. So was her groom. She could tell by his figure from behind. His wedding suit fits perfectly even from behind. His black hair was brushed neatly.
Brooke smiled at the sight. Soon, she noticed something was off. She was walking to the altar alone. Her groom did not spare her a glance and so did the guests. No one turned to look at her as she was walking towards him.
What baffled Brookeely even more was the fact that she was walking for a while now and still has not reached the altar. It seems as if she is still in the same position.
Brooke decided to hasten her pace. But it was to no avail. She was still in the same position. Raising her floating grown up, she began to jug. However, the alter seems to be moving farther away from her.
"No!" Brooke screamed. She stretched out to reach for her groom or anyone that could pull her to him. She did not succeed.
"Nathan .... Nathan ." She called out for her groom. But he seemed so distant and couldn't hear her cries. Neither did he turn to even look at her.
The slow music that was playing soon changed to a different sound that wasn't soothing at all. It sounded like something from a horror movie, when the villain is about to capture its victim.
Brooke jolted from her sleep. The notification on her phone is the sound she heard again.
She sat up on the bed, rubbing her temples. She shook her head. Now she is begging to get tired of the same dream. It has been happening for a while now. With the same pattern. It starts all nice and then ends up a disaster.
Brooke looked at her wedding ring. Three years ago, she finally got married to the man she had always wanted. The wedding was perfect but she still kept having those nightmares.
She picked up her phone to check on the notification that popped. It was a picture of her so-called husband. He is sitting on a chair in an apartment that is definitely not their matrimonial home. It seems his attention was elsewhere when the picture was taken. But she could clearly see a girl's hand in the photo. She might mistakenly put her finger there while trying to take the picture, or she did it on purpose.
Below the photo the caption read : He chooses to spend time with his mistress rather than to be with you. Just give up already.
Then a smiley face was added at the end.
Brooke sighed and rubbed her face. She exited the text and got off the bed and walked to the bathroom.
A lot was going on in her mind. She has been receiving similar messages from unknown numbers. Sometimes with pictures attached. Other times just the text, telling her where her husband was at the very moment.
Brooke was devastated. She decided to call Nathan 's cell.
No answer.
She called again. It rang and almost went to voicemail before he answered.
Nathan : "What?" He said with a strained voice.
Brooke: "Where are you and when are you coming home-"
Nathan : "That is none of your business. I will come to my house whenever I wish to. Don't ever call me asking such, you selfish spoiled brat." He spat with anger and ended the call.
Brooke squeezed her eyes as her so-called husband's words stung in her heart.
This is something she kept to herself and only her two best friends. Throughout the three years she has been married to Nathan .
It was six o'clock in the evening. To clear her head, she called her friends and asked them to go out tonight. They agreed to meet up at eight. It wasn't as helpful as she thought it would be. Their advice to her was in a way telling her to leave him. Claiming there is no point of staying with someone who doesn't love or respect her.
However, it is something that Brooke finds hard to do. She loves Nathan too much to even think of leaving him.
Brooke walked into her bedroom at midnight after her night out. She was a bit tipsy as she had had a few drinks. But not too drunk to understand what was going on around her.
She got ready for bed and lay in bed. She was above to reach for the side lamp to turn it off when she noticed some papers on the bedside table.
Knowing she did not put any papers there, she reached for it with a knitted brown. She went through the content of the paper and her eyes grew wide when realization hit her. Soon, her eyes welled up with tears.
It was for real. Nathan 's full name was written and so was hers on the document.
Nathan just served her with divorce papers.
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He Never Loved Me, Until I Left
I put away the divorce agreement with a wry smile.
When he and my son completely disappeared, he finally panicked.
Three months later .
He knelt down on the streets of Chicago in despair, begging me to remarry him.
My six-year-old son looked coldly at his biological father and said, "Get lost, you bad uncle! You don't deserve to be my dad!"
When I Disappeared, He Regretted It
The moment the screen lit up, my entire world came crashing down.
The woman on the bed was Calista - that girl who grew up with us since we were kids. And that hand caressing her skin was wearing the wedding ring I had personally put on Matteo's finger.
"I've missed you so much..."
"You drive me crazy, baby..."
Those sweet words I knew so well completely destroyed me.
Everyone said we were the perfect couple, but who knew this marriage was built on nothing but lies?
Since he's so good at acting, I guess it's time I gave him a show of my own. I'm going to make sure everyone sees what this "perfect husband" really is...
He Thought I'd Never Leave
When he said he was being bullied, I believed him. When he kissed me on that rooftop, I thought he felt the same. When he asked me to transfer schools with him, I said yes without hesitation.
Then I heard him bragging to his friends: "She'd save her first time for me. Hell, she'd still be thinking of me on her wedding night."
The bullying was staged. The kiss meant nothing. He just wanted me gone—so his new girl could feel more comfortable.
He thought I'd beg. He thought I'd cry. He thought I'd never actually leave.
I left the country.
And ran straight into his stepbrother.
I Died While They Threw Her a Party
Their real daughter came home. She'd only been back two years. That's all it took to erase twenty-four.
When kidnappers grabbed us, I used my body as a shield. They beat me until something inside me ruptured. I was dying from internal bleeding, but no one could tell.
My parents wouldn't even look at me. "This is your fault! None of this would've happened if it weren't for you!"
"Get downstairs and apologize to your sister. If you can't, pack your things and get out."
They threw her a party at a downtown hotel while I died alone in my room.
I thought they'd be relieved. Maybe even glad. I thought they'd just move on like I never existed.
But when they finally learned the truth, they fell apart.
Bury Me in His Regret
The kidnapper pressed the gun to my temple and asked, "Choose your wife or your sister-in-law?"
Zachary didn't hesitate. "Let Valerie go," he said.
He actually chose to save his sister-in-law! In that moment, even the baby in my belly seemed to stop kicking.
Later, they locked me in the basement. Drugs to delay labor were pumped into my veins over and over. Zachary wanted to save the "firstborn son" status for his sister-in-law's child.
When warm blood finally soaked through my skirt, I dialed the number I knew by heart with shaking hands.
"Zachary," I whispered into the phone, "our child... can't wait any longer."
The Kidney That Killed Me
A few months ago, my sister was hospitalized with kidney failure. The doctor said she needed a transplant. My family's first thought was me—the backup daughter they'd kept around all these years.
When my husband Allen took my hand with tears in his eyes and said, "Only you can save her," I agreed without hesitation.
When the doctor explained the surgical risks and potential complications, I smiled and nodded my understanding.
My parents said I'd finally learned what sisterly love meant.
Even Allen, who'd always been cold to me, held my hand gently and said, "The surgery's safe. You're so healthy, nothing will go wrong. When you recover, I'll take you to Hawaii."
But they don't know that no matter how the surgery goes, I won't be around to celebrate.
Because I just got my own test results—I have terminal brain cancer. I'm going to die anyway.
After the Affair: Falling into a Billionaire's Arms
From first crush to wedding vows, George Capulet and I had been inseparable. But in our seventh year of marriage, he began an affair with his secretary.
On my birthday, he took her on vacation. On our anniversary, he brought her to our home and made love to her in our bed...
Heartbroken, I tricked him into signing divorce papers.
George remained unconcerned, convinced I would never leave him.
His deceptions continued until the day the divorce was finalized. I threw the papers in his face: "George Capulet, from this moment on, get out of my life!"
Only then did panic flood his eyes as he begged me to stay.
When his calls bombarded my phone later that night, it wasn't me who answered, but my new boyfriend Julian.
"Don't you know," Julian chuckled into the receiver, "that a proper ex-boyfriend should be as quiet as the dead?"
George seethed through gritted teeth: "Put her on the phone!"
"I'm afraid that's impossible."
Julian dropped a gentle kiss on my sleeping form nestled against him. "She's exhausted. She just fell asleep."
Falling for my boyfriend's Navy brother
"What is wrong with me?
Why does being near him make my skin feel too tight, like I’m wearing a sweater two sizes too small?
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He’s my boyfirend’s brother.
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**
As a ballet dancer, My life looks perfect—scholarship, starring role, sweet boyfriend Tyler. Until Tyler shows his true colors and his older brother, Asher, comes home.
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**
I hate girls like her.
Entitled.
Delicate.
And still—
Still.
The image of her standing in the doorway, clutching her cardigan tighter around her narrow shoulders, trying to smile through the awkwardness, won’t leave me.
Neither does the memory of Tyler. Leaving her here without a second thought.
I shouldn’t care.
I don’t care.
It’s not my problem if Tyler’s an idiot.
It’s not my business if some spoiled little princess has to walk home in the dark.
I’m not here to rescue anyone.
Especially not her.
Especially not someone like her.
She’s not my problem.
And I’ll make damn sure she never becomes one.
But when my eyes fell on her lips, I wanted her to be mine.
The Human Among Wolves
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"You're just a pathetic little human," Zayn said, his words deliberate, each one hitting like a slap. "Spreading your legs for the first guy who bothers to notice you."
Heat rushed to my face, burning with humiliation. My chest ached — not from his words alone, but from the sick realization that I had trusted him. That I had let myself believe he was different.
I was so, so stupid.
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When eigteen-year-old Aurora Wells moves to a sleepy town with her parents, the last thing she expects is to be enrolled in a secret academy for werewolves.
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Determined to stay under the radar, Aurora plans to survive the year unnoticed. But when she catches the attention of Zayn, a brooding and infuriatingly powerful Lycan prince, her life gets a lot more complicated. Zayn already has a mate. He already has enemies. And he definitely doesn't want anything to do with a clueless human.
But secrets run deeper than bloodlines at Moonbound. as Aurora unravels the truth about the academy - and herself - she begins to question everything she thought she knew.
Including the reason she was brought here at all.
Enemies will rise. Loyalties will shift. And the girl with no place in their world...might be the key to saving it.
Accardi
“I thought you said you were done chasing me?” Gen mocked.
“I am done chasing you.”
Before she could formulate a witty remark, Matteo threw her down. She landed hard on her back atop his dining room table. She tried to sit up when she noticed what he was doing. His hands were working on his belt. It came free of his pants with a violent yank. She collapsed back on her elbows, her mouth gaping open at the display. His face was a mask of sheer determination, his eyes were a dark gold swimming with heat and desire. His hands wrapped around her thighs and pulled her to the edge of the table. He glided his fingers up her thighs and hooked several around the inside of her panties. His knuckles brushed her dripping sex.
“You’re soaking wet, Genevieve. Tell me, was it me that made you this way or him?” his voice told her to be careful with her answer. His knuckles slid down through her folds and she threw her head back as she moaned. “Weakness?”
“You…” she breathed.
Genevieve loses a bet she can’t afford to pay. In a compromise, she agrees to convince any man her opponent chooses to go home with her that night. What she doesn’t realize when her sister’s friend points out the brooding man sitting alone at the bar, is that man won’t be okay with just one night with her. No, Matteo Accardi, Don of one of the largest gangs in New York City doesn’t do one night stands. Not with her anyway.
