ron weasley

"I'll make you fall for me," Alexander whispered, his breath hot against Isabella's ear. "By the time our contract ends, you won't want to let go." Isabella's life was already complicated enough - a struggling hotel worker by day, anonymous artist by night, all while caring for her sick sister. The last thing she needed was to get tangled up with the notorious playboy heir to a luxury resort empire. But when Alexander offers her a deal she can't refuse - a contract marriage to secure his inheritance - Isabella reluctantly agrees. It's just business, after all. As they navigate the world of five-star hotels and high society, unexpected sparks fly. But Alexander's ambitious half-brother Nathan is determined to claim both the company and Isabella for himself. Caught between two powerful men and buried secrets from her past, Isabella must choose: The devil she knows? The tempting stranger? Or the freedom she craves? In this world of wealth and betrayal, love might be the most dangerous game of all. Will her heart survive the game of love and power? Will Isabella follow her head, her heart, or her art?

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Her life made a drastic change when she seduced the wrong twin, and now she's got the Mafia Lord obsessed with her.  Anabeth made the choice of seducing Irah King, her first love, but she wrongfully seduced his dangerous twin brother, Uriah King. She tried to get away from him, but her father and his mistress sold her to a brothel where Uriah saved her and bought her, asking for her virginity as payment and working for him as his nurse. Anabeth's relationship with Irah strengthened as her hatred for Uriah also grew, but one night wavered her feelings when Uriah saved her life. She found herself torn between a billionaire and a mafia lord. Will she choose her first love, or perhaps, she should give a new love a chance?

I head to a real estate sales office with my fiancée to purchase a marital home, where we meet a two-faced realtor. He starts off by complimenting my fiancée for everything she's achieved at her young age, especially since she can afford to drive a Rolls-Royce. Then, he hints that I'm wearing a fake watch and pretending to be rich so that I can live off her money and get a house without paying a cent. When he learns that we're buying our marital home, he raises his voice and says to me, "I think the sugar mommy who bought you two houses the last time was pretty nice. Oh, wait—I forgot that you have more than one sugar mommy, Mr. Bellway. Do they know of one another's existences?" I smile. My so-called sugar mommy is my actual godmother, but there's no denying that she's rich. Unfortunately for this realtor, my fiancée is nothing but a poor student whom I sponsored back in the day!

On our fifth anniversary, my fiance, Caleb Alton, mixed up gifts meant for me and someone else. When he pulled out a set of lingerie, he looked flustered and explained that the store had sent the wrong item. The next day, I saw a video posted on social media by his junior colleague, Mia Lawson. The caption read, “He said that old lady of his is out of shape, but I look the sexiest in this.” In the video, she was wearing the same lingerie and lounging seductively in Caleb’s arms. I glanced at the engagement ring identical to the one Caleb wore and decided to call my boss. “Hello, Mr. Farrington. I’ve made up my mind. I can start at the branch office next week.”

Quentin Yale gets together with me to get revenge on my mother. He grips my neck with one hand and keeps the other on my belly. Then, he snorts at Mom, who's pale. "Do you see this? Your precious daughter is pregnant with my child." I hear him laugh manically when Mom collapses. I stab myself in the belly as he watches. Then, I jump into the ocean. Later, he loses his mind. He tells everyone he comes across that I'm following him while carrying our child. When I see him at the asylum one last time, he lies on the bed and begs me not to leave.

My fiancée steals my designs to help her senior win a competition. She's not ashamed in the slightest when I confront her. "You're talented, so you can come up with a new design in an instant. This competition means a lot to Avery, so stop being so petty." I drop out of the competition and head home to inherit the family fortune. That's when my fiancée panics. "Don't be so unreasonable, Yarrow. Design is your life's dream and the only thing you want to do. How can you give up on it so easily?" Her senior panics, too. "This design is the product of your blood, sweat, and tears. Can you bear to give up on it at this juncture?" I hang up, unmoved by their words. My fiancée doesn't know that her family's company is the one handling the blueprints for my design. I can't wait to see how her senior is going to handle the situation without my help.

Le monde de Marianne Fairmount s’effondra le jour où elle surprit son fiancé au lit avec sa demi-sœur. La révélation cruelle qu’elle avait toujours été seule la frappa de plein fouet. Son père lui tourna le dos, donnant sa bénédiction au mariage entre son ex et sa sœur cadette, et allant même jusqu’à célébrer l’annonce de leur futur bébé. Seule, sans compagnon, sans toit, avec des économies qui fondaient comme neige au soleil et un job sur la corde raide, Marianne décida de noyer son chagrin dans l’alcool. Dans un moment d’égarement total, elle passa la nuit avec un bel inconnu, perdant sa virginité. Même si cette nuit avait été pleine de passion et de moments brûlants, Marianne fut envahie de regret quand elle découvrit que cet inconnu n’était autre que Lucius Brown, son nouveau patron et actionnaire majoritaire de la boîte où elle bossait. Les choses empirèrent encore. Animée par un désir ardent de se venger de sa famille, Marianne se sentit irrésistiblement attirée par l’énigmatique et mystérieux Lucius. Elle décida alors de lui proposer un contrat de mariage qui risquait de mettre en jeu non seulement son cœur, mais peut-être aussi sa vie.