3 Book(s) Related to His Only

His Only Obsession

His Only Obsession

47 Views · Ongoing · Love Egbejale
The saying that revenge is a dish best served cold had never been truer in Richard Gilbert's case.  Orphaned at the age of ten, he had to work very hard for everything to be able to get back what was stolen from his family and to do that- he got close to the daughter of his father's enemy; Meira Daniels.

Meira lost her family in a home invasion and she was alone until she met Richard whom she fell in love with at first sight and married him a few months after she met him not really knowing who he was.

She realized too late that her life wasn't so perfect when she and her kids were left homeless and penniless by her husband who also suddenly disappeared so she turned to her husband's former boss for help and got a proposal from him that she couldn't say no to for her children's sake.
HIS ONLY

HIS ONLY

125k Views · Ongoing · Anny-M
"Our marriage hasn't even begun yet but you want to end it"

"That's not what I meant"

"When we take our vows it's till death do us apart"

Lia Anderson's father was met with a heart disease, but she didn't have enough money. A handsome stranger agreed to help her, But under one condition.

" Marry him"

Lia has no other choice but to marry him. But why does he seem to talk about her like he knows her?
Revenge Backfired: He Killed His Only Lover

Revenge Backfired: He Killed His Only Lover

1.5k Views · Ongoing · Joy Brown
I died, but I didn't disappear.
Floating above the bathtub, I stared down at my corpse—wrists slashed, razor blade still gripped in my hand, blood darkening the water.
I'd timed it perfectly for Nicholas to find me, wanting him to drown in guilt. But when he opened the door, he smiled—cold and venomous. Crouching beside the tub, he whispered, "Sarah can finally rest in peace."
That's when I understood. I had died for nothing. He'd always believed I killed his ex-girlfriend Sarah. My suicide was exactly what he wanted.
He called 911, performing fake hysteria. Later, he burned my diary documenting his psychological torture. But when he reached the pages where I'd written notes on healing his trauma, his hands shook uncontrollably.
I was trapped, bound by invisible chains, forced to follow the man who destroyed me and watch his twisted performance to the very end.
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