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My husband, Hank, is dead.  On our wedding anniversary, he ventured out in the pouring rain to buy me a cake, only to be hit by a truck. His body was badly mangled in the crash.  My sister-in-law, Lyra, called me a killer, claiming that I did not deserve Hank’s inheritance.  My mother-in-law, Judy, kicked me out of the house.  Overwhelmed by grief and guilt, I often wondered if he would still be alive had I stopped him that day. Eventually, emotions gripped me, and I was diagnosed with cancer.  Judy came to visit me on my deathbed. “You’re an idiot to believe everything!”  She threw a family photo in my face.  The shock and anger were more than I could handle, and I breathed my last.  It turned out that Hank was never dead. He had a child with his old flame.  When I opened my eyes once more, I returned to the day my husband faked his death.

A fake heiress exposes her real identity so that I can be found—all because she wants me to marry the crippled man who's supposed to be her husband. She puts on an act before the whole family, wanting to drive a wedge between us. She has no idea we can all hear her thoughts. When she slashes her palm and frames me for it, she's cursing in her heart. "Hit her, you worthless man!" When she falls down the stairs and blames me for it, she's thinking, "Teach her a lesson, you silly old woman!" When she buries herself in my brother's arms and acts aggrieved, she's actually thinking, "He's such a loyal dog." My father, mother, and brother are stunned by what they hear. Then, they're infuriated. I merely laugh and turn away, acting like I don't see anything. I just want to complete this special mission as soon as possible.

Comments and Followers will be appreciated. Do not think about it as being my whore, it's more like a job as you will be getting paid for your services.-Kyle. Kyle Hernandez, a billionaire corporate raider meets Nyla Garcia at a club. The two hit it off pretty well which results in him bringing her home with him where the two have sex. Kyle, who is falling for her, is adamant in keeping her around so he came up with an offer he hopes she won’t refuse, Nyla becoming his sex slave. Falling for him on sight, Nyla wants to be with him and getting this offer might be her ticket in. When she accepts, things started going haywire-getting pregnant, a big misunderstanding occurs and his mom coming into the picture who is set on making Nyla’s life miserable. Will this contract let them realize they’re in love? Or will these challenges break them apart? Nyla will soon come to realize that it takes more than a contact to be a part of the billionaire's life.

On my wedding day, my fiancé bailed. Sabina—his ex—had sent him a diary listing 77 things she'd done for him. Turns out she only dumped him because his family pushed her to. So, he ran back to her. While I was still reeling, Jacob—my fiancé's best friend—showed up. He got down on one knee, flashed a ring he'd clearly had ready, and said, "Yuna Auclair, I've liked you for a long time. Will you marry me?" I thought he was my person. But after the wedding, Jacob turned distant. Hot one second, ice-cold the next. Then I found a diary in his study. Just like the one Sabina had sent my ex. Page one hit like a truck: [Hurt Yuna Auclair seventy-seven times, and I'll break up with Gabriel and be with you.] Oh—and Gabriel? He was my ex.

My mom had a sudden heart attack, and the medical bills were piling up faster than I could breathe. I was desperate, so I turned to my rich boyfriend, hoping he could help, or at least offer some kind of solution. But instead of the support I expected, he unleashed a tirade that hit harder than anything I'd ever heard. "So this is why you're with me? Just for my money? You're no different from those other women throwing themselves at me. You're all the same—pathetic and shameless!" Before I could even react, he shoved me out the door. Later, when he finally understood the full story, he handed me a bank card, no questions asked. "Candice," he said quietly, his tone almost remorseful. "The password is your birthday." I didn't say a word. I just let the card drop onto the floor and walked away without looking back.

My grandfather is hit by a car, and his skull is shattered. I take the driver to court. That's when I find out my husband, Stuart Creed, who was supposedly abroad on a business trip, is suddenly at the hospital. He looks at me coldly and snaps, "Do you have any idea how important Maddy’s valedictorian announcement is? Her future can't be ruined by some car accident! Drop the case right now, or I'll cut off all your credit cards and have your grandfather kicked out of the VIP ward!" He slams the door and storms out. Before that, he snarls, "Come home when you agree. Until then, forget about calling yourself Mrs. Creed!" While I'm out desperately trying to gather money for my grandfather's surgery, a team of lawyers contacts me. Turns out the patent my grandfather once authorized to Creed Group has expired. And now, I'm the new legal owner.

My cheeks burned with embarrassment as he devoured my lips as though he was claiming it for himself. I didn't understand what he was doing. Until the pain hit me. The jerk had just poisoned me with a kiss………………………..She had lost everything in the fire. A fire caused by the ruthless tribrid alpha, a walking symbol of disaster. And all she had left was her crippled sister and to protect her, she volunteers to be sold in her sister’s place. With a fire of vengeance burning in her heart, she makes it into her enemy’s territory as his slave. She only has one mission in her heart: avenge her dead mother. There’s only one problem. He’s her fated mate. She’s supposed to hate his guts but why does her body quake in desire at the wake of his enticing touch? With an attraction so dangerous, how will she war against her fate, especially since their souls are entwined together in a curse that is deeper than they can probably handle?

"Honey, happy birthday," I said, smiling and holding up the cake that was in transparent packaging. I saw his face darken without any emotion; he gave me a good stare and turned to his secretary, who was watching the drama the whole time. "Get this woman out of here." I heard his cold voice as he gave out the order. I was used to his harsh cold words, but for some reason, it hit me harder than it had ever done before. Samantha Anderson was denied, betrayed, and divorced by her husband, leaving her to crash and burn. Enraged she had a silly one-night stand, only to discover that he was the CEO of Jewel conglomerate, the very man seeking to destroy her ex-husband. She didn't want no part in the scheme, but when he discovered her ex husbands part in her past. What would she do? Would she go through with the revenge or would she take her ex-husband back? Delve in!!!!

Raven Godfrey was supposed to be a cardiologist, but a certain event leads her to change her career and become a child Psychologist. Raven rescued a 3-year-old child named Alastair Remington son of a billionaire and strict owner of RM corporation Ace Duke Remington. Alastair's Mother tried to kill both of them using nitrogen gas, but unfortunately Raven save the child on time. Witnessing his mother die in front of him, baby Alastair doesn't talk because of the trauma. After 2 years, Raven saves the child again from getting hit by the car. Shock is an understatement when Ace Duke Remington heard his son speak for the first time and to his surprise, his son's first word is calling Raven her mommy. As Ace Duke Remington sees hope, he does everything to make Raven agree to the marriage proposal and become Alastair's doctor and temporary mother. Will Raven be able to cure baby Alas or will she be able to cure the heart of a strict and cold billionaire Ace Duke Remington?

In my third month of employment, I realized that my colleagues were calling me an old geezer behind my back. This nickname came from Wanda Stewart’s arrogant and ambitious assistant. I had hit the age of 32, but was still clinging onto the last vestiges of hope of marriage after eight long years of our relationship. I asked Wanda, “Do you know that your subordinates call me an old geezer?” She said without batting an eyelid, “That’s just the way Samuel is. He’s just a straight-talker and he’s just kidding. You’re already 32, are you seriously fussing about this?” She then chuckled, “You two are really alike.” My heart turned cold. Turns out that eight years of my youth were nothing but a joke to her. I turned to leave, resigning from my post and blocking her. Yet, the woman who was always so calm and cool started panicking. “Jansen Graham, please come back to me.”