A Chance Again

The thump of bass echoed through the wood-paneled bar, but what made her heart race wasn’t the music. It was the sight of her daughter, dancing in the middle of the floor, twirling with abandon. God, when did she get…
The thump of bass echoed through the wood-paneled bar, but what made her heart race wasn’t the music. It was the sight of her daughter, dancing in the middle of the floor, twirling with abandon. God, when did she get…
It began with a text from a stranger. It ended in a nightmare of mannequined women, synthetic voices, and a serial killer who didn’t want victims, He wanted toys.
And the game isn’t over.
Hazel Crawford was raised to obey, but when her cunning father auctions her at a luxury ball, she finally plays her own game. Bought by her father’s sworn rival, Hazel enters a marriage no one sees coming. But nothing is what it seems in this glitzy war of love, power, betrayal, and revenge.
Two years of infertility didn’t prepare Lucy for the real betrayal, her husband bringing his pregnant mistress home under the pretense of surrogacy. But when truth and heartbreak collide, Lucy chooses something better than revenge: rebirth.
Three years. That’s how long I gave my heart to someone who was hiding a part of himself I never saw coming. Until one afternoon, in a dorm room that smelled like old cleats and vanilla air freshener… I opened a drawer I…
She ran from the man who promised her forever, only to find safety, strudel, and unexpected love in the arms of a stranger. But Richard isn’t just a kind soul… he’s also a single dad. And her past? It’s not done chasing her. Can one night change everything? This is the escape that turned into a beginning.
I stared into the mirror and didn’t recognize the face. He said it was mine.
But there were no scars. No stitches.
Just smooth skin… and a terrifying realization. He hadn’t saved me—he’d made me.
He called her Ugly Betty in front of millions. He didn’t expect her to come back—stronger, louder, and with a punch that would end the game forever. This isn’t just about beauty. It’s about reclaiming the narrative. And putting the box where it truly belongs.
When you’re a kid, you think your parents know everything. How to fix things. How to talk through stuff. How to stay in love. But nobody tells you what to do when the two people who raised you… stop looking at each…
“You have such pretty lips,” he said.
I laughed. “You’re just sleep-deprived.”
But he meant it.
And deep down, I wanted to believe it. I just didn’t know how.