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prologue Rowin "Sir," When I got out of my car, Vale immediately ran to me. But when our eyes met, he couldn't speak immediately. "Lorenzo's kids found out we were following them." It stuttered "Do we have information where they moved?" I asked him "No sir." I slammed the car door shut. "We've been looking for Lorenzo for months and now you just let him get away!" I couldn't stop my voice from rising. lorenzo is just a pawn but we have a strong lead if we catch him. The problem is that he has a lot of connections and it's easy for him to switch hiding places. "Where's Jake and the others?" I asked "Sir Jake left with the others" he answered me. "Tell Gab to try and release a Flight Ban. He will definitely try to leave the country" I ordered him. I was about to walk in but he stopped in front of me. "Sir, we have also brought Ruel's son here. What are we going to do with him?" I didn't answer him when I heard what he said and I went straight inside When I entered the Mansion, I saw a woman sobbing and wiping her tears. "Sir, he said he doesn't have any money to pay yet," Vale whispered behind me. "What the hell do you expect" I weakly promised him. I walked closer to where he was. I was expecting her to look at me. But maybe she's scared enough to see me. That's right. You should be scared, because from now on your life is going to be hard. "Your tears won't be enough as a down payment" I sat on the couch so that we faced each other. "W-What do you want me to do?" It surprised me. I avoided her eyes. I've had enough caring with other people. The more we care about their feelings the harder it gets to sacrifice them. "Since you don't have money to pay what should I do with people like you? I can't make you one of my guards and play with gun" I grinned. "Your brothers can" I saw the clenching of his palms resting on his thighs. "Just try it!" the tone of his voice rose. I lit a candle and leaned on the couch. I put one foot on my other thigh while I watched him. "I don't negotiate with someone like you" I said. "I say the things that you do. you don't refuse to them" I unleaned my back against the couch to take a close look at her face. "So going back, What should I do to you" He didn't say anything and just bowed. "Ah.." I gasped. "I remember your Dad's words" "Ruel told me, If he can't pay, you will be the one who pays for his debts. Are you worth 10 Million, Mendoza?" I didn't realize that he was already holding the glass of water in front of him and he poured it on me. "You animal!" it shouted. now i am pissed off. I saw Vale running towards us. But I signaled them to back off "You are stuck here" My jaws tightened as I spoke. "You're gonna be my slave" His eyes widened at what I said. I wiped my face and stood up to approach him. He tried to walk away but our body guards stopped him. "Being a slave, That is the payment."

"Why don't we enjoy the night?" The two went to the dance floor. He found her so attractive. No make up and no makeup but she is beautiful in her own way.. Without even knowing. The young man's hand went to her waist and pulled her closer "You're so damn hot" This is what the man said that caused her to wrap her hands in his neck. And the young man kissed the man without saying a word. It was like they were drowning in what they both drank because in the middle of the dancefloor they kept kissing each other deeply. where the young man's hand traveled to have the captain but he ended up touching her butt. and he found himself.. He's Aroused. "I want you badly.. But not here.." The young man kicked the doors until he found an empty room. The girl was almost on his shoulder. when he entered, he immediately grabbed her with a kiss and lifted her dress. Exposing only her bra and panties "Beautiful" he gasped. Kyla's eyes are already closed, But she can feel every kiss of the young man on her. She was not in the right frame of mind but she found that she likes it. the way he touches her in every part of her body, She felt kisses on her neck down to her chest, She let out a moan when she felt the man's mouth on her chest. His left hand is caressing her right breast while his other hand is on her thighs. the young man kissed her chest deeply that caused her to moan loudly. His kiss went down her belly to her womanhood. He carefully opened his eyes but, He already started sucking her and makes her grab his head to kiss.whe He felt her wetness he tried inserting one finger into her womanhood as she moaned. She's wet and he can't resist. As he thurst his finger in hers he slowly leaned and licked her clit faster and faster... She on the other side can't explain the sensation she was feeling. where his hand crawled and he didn't know where to hold on to. It was her first and god damn it! This guy is so good! "Ahhh!!!!!!" She shouted when she felt her deep wetness "It's beautiful Babe" He said with an evil smile. when he felt she's ready, He already positioned himself on top of her and gradually, Inserting his manhood on hers. It hadn't gone in completely before she burst into tears. He kissed her eyes down to her lips. He intertwined his fingers into hers and started moving. He thrusted slower and then faster. her tears kept rolling down to her cheeks but he always kissed her eyes. That's what makes the young man wonder because of how much he's fucked, he's always rough and hard. But the girl is not. Instead he felt gentle and a lot of caring for her. he pressed more and more until they reached the climax.

"Your eyes..." I spoke up after taking the first shot. She seemed surprised when I spoke. "Why? They are mine. You need them?" she said mockingly, her voice feminine but assertive. "They are staring too much at me, wonder why?" I asked without looking at her, focusing on my second shot. "I'm a woman. Besides alcohol, what else could I be here for? Of course, a man," she replied sharply. I have to say, I commend her honesty. "I understand," I said. "So, do you like me?" I finally looked at her, and we stared at each other for a few seconds. I can say that she is beautiful and sexy. She can easily tempt other men. The way she dresses is quite similar to those girls I've seen working in a bar. "I wouldn't stare at you for long if I didn't," she arched her eyebrow. She's really feisty. "I see, bottom line it for me," she furrowed her brow at my statement, and I expected her to understand. "What?" she asked. I saw the last shot left. I downed it. She seems stronger than I thought. But I'm not drunk yet. I'm still in my right mind. I moved to the chair between us. I don't know if that was necessary, but I'm enjoying our talk. I like how curious she is right now. I like that she is paying attention to what I might say next. "What do you want?" I finally caught her gaze. I don't know what's stopping her from responding, though the answer is very obvious. "Girls in this bar used to like two things..." I said as my hand moved on its own. I didn't debate in my mind whether to touch her hair. I brushed it aside and placed it behind her ear. "Money or pleasure. Which one is it?"

I was so lost for a very long time, but now I am not. Sariel is my home, and I can now finally say that I am home. Forgiveness and acceptance are the two powerful things in life. So everyone, I am Aius Frosco a father of a handsome young man and a cute little angel. I am leaving you all this words; We may face a lot of battles and challenges in life, but always remember to never give up and always look at the good things in every situation. Don't you ever blame God for all the pain that he gave you, because he has a plan. God sometimes give as challenges that cause us pain to teach us a lot of lessons and to make us strong and be the best version of ourselves. Once again, I am Aius Frosco, contented, happy and thankful for all the challenges that I faced. A survivor of pain. Always remember that; There's always a rainbow after every storm.

“Do you love me?”I asked, but he didn't answer and just smiled that I smiled too, he opened his eyes and faced me, he brought his face close to mine, then he kissed me again which I immediately reciprocated. I don't know what will happen after this, I don't know what I will do when my parents find out, but I can't do anything, as long as I give my womanhood to the person I love, I love him so much so I will do it everything for him, it's okay to be a fool as long as you love him.

—The world I live in is full of mystery, full of lies, full of secrets, I am a General Surgeon and it is my duty to save lives, we all have him his duty in life and I am a Doctor and my duty to save lives in the way of the instruments I use for the operation, I thoughtmy attention was only for my family and my patients, but I was wrong, because one day I realize I was in love, my only priority was my job and family, but do I have to continue? I feel it for that person even though I know I will be hurt?

Michael was a spoiled brat girl. When she was in highschool she had a crush on her cousin, but she put it aside because they were cousins. They were very close, he was always by her side whenever she needed someone to hold on to. Not until one day her cousin r*ped her?and no matter how she tried too escape she can't because she has many ex boyfriends. She flirts with them, all she wanted was a game, she never been serious about them too. But what if he finds out that this is not really his cousin, or what? Would it be still a FORBIDDEN LOVE, OR A LEGALLY LOVE? "Your mine, I can own you whether you like it or not Sweet heart. Because we're not f*cking related!"

"What the hell Frame!can you please go out! you're annoying!" I yelled in disgust as Unan beat him. "Khind stop it" he said softly. I continued to beat him when he suddenly pulled me and locked me in his big arms.

For five years, I abandoned my status as the heiress of the powerful Montgomery family to play the role of a poor, submissive housewife for Barrett. Then, a bank notification popped up on my phone. Barrett had forged my digital signature and transferred our entire $50 million joint trust fund to a woman named Crista Reid. When I called his boardroom to confront him, he humiliated me in front of a dozen Wall Street executives. "Stop acting like a hysterical housewife. You're living in a penthouse I pay for, so don't embarrass yourself." I broke into his encrypted laptop and uncovered the sickening truth. Crista was his mistress, and they had a five-year-old son together. Barrett hadn't just stolen my money; he had spent years painting me as a helpless charity case he rescued, completely erasing the fact that my financial models built his entire company. He thought I was just a discarded peasant he could manipulate, cheat on, and replace. He truly believed he held absolute power over my life. He had no idea that I still possessed the highest security clearance of the Montgomery empire. I pulled an old BlackBerry from a hidden wall compartment, plugged it in, and dialed my family's lawyer. "Draft the prenup for Commodore Clayton IV," I ordered, choosing to marry Wall Street's most ruthless predator. "I'm done playing the peasant."

For ten years, I was the perfect, obedient wife to my wealthy husband, managing his severe OCD and hosting flawless high-society parties. But on our tenth anniversary, when I brought him his special hangover soup, I caught him sleeping with my younger sister in our master bedroom. Instead of panicking, he coldly handed me divorce papers with zero assets. He told me I was just a "placeholder" until my sister finished her degree and was ready to take my spot. Desperate, I called my mother for help, only to find out she had known about their affair for years. "You don't have Jana's drive or her looks. You clean house and you cook. That's not a wife, that's a domestic." My own mother sneered at me, telling me to walk away quietly because our family needed his financial support. They kicked me out of the penthouse with nothing but a suitcase, laughing that a woman who hadn't worked in a decade would end up begging on the streets. I bled for this family for ten years, only to be thrown away like garbage when my sister wanted my life. But they didn't know that while I was playing the boring housewife, I had secretly earned a Cordon Bleu diploma, a Cornell nutrition certification, and a Columbia master's degree. Using a hidden photo to blackmail a property out of him, I packed my elite credentials and landed a $300,000-a-year job managing a billionaire's estate. When my ex-husband drunkenly called days later demanding I come back to serve him, I calmly hit block.

To revenge herself on her unfaithful fiancé Kevin, Isidora hides her striking beauty behind a plain disguise, and targets his uncle - the most formidable man Kevin fears. After one reckless night, Isidora leaves cash as payment and says lightly, "You were good last night." She tries to leave quietly, but is pulled into his arms. "You think you can walk away after this?" he says, his tone low and possessive. Cedrick is a feared, untouchable titan on Wall Street - elegant, aloof, and completely uninterested in women. Not even the most beautiful socialites in the city can catch his eye. When gossip spreads that he was seen pressing a woman against a wall and kissing her fiercely, no one believes it. When the rumors name Isidora, the crowd scoffs. He rejects even the most beautiful women, so why would he notice a plain girl like her? All doubt disappears when they see the dignified Cedrick drop to one knee to help Isidora with her shoe, pleading softly for just one kiss. When Kevin finally sees Isidora's true beauty and begs for forgiveness. But Cedrick kicks him out at once, slams a marriage certificate on the table, and says sharply. "Call her Aunt."

The Wellington beef sat cold on the mahogany table, a graying monument to three years of wasted devotion. It was my birthday and our anniversary, but my husband, Hamilton McKee, didn't even look at the gift I’d spent months knitting. "Our marriage is a transaction," he said, his voice cutting like a scalpel. "Stop trying to make it a romance novel. I just need you to stop existing in my space for five minutes." Then his phone buzzed with a call from Cuba, the ex-girlfriend he never truly left. His cold mask shattered into frantic concern, a look he had never once given me. "I'm coming," he whispered to her, sprinting for the door without a backward glance at the wife he was leaving behind. I chased him into the freezing Boston night, only to be swarmed by predatory paparazzi. As Hamilton’s Maybach roared away, a heavy camera bag slammed into my shoulder. I slipped on the black ice, my skull hitting a granite gate pillar with a sickening crack. Warm blood trickled down my neck, and as the world tilted, the fog in my brain finally cleared. I wasn't the penniless orphan from Southie he thought I was. Images of sterile operating rooms, complex sutures, and a billion-dollar inheritance flooded back—along with the memory of the car wreck three years ago where I was the one who pulled Hamilton from the flames, not Cuba. How could I have spent three years begging for scraps of affection from a man who didn't even recognize his own savior? Why did I let a fraud steal my life while I played the role of a submissive shadow? When I woke up in the hospital, the trembling girl was gone. I ripped the IV from my arm and stared at the man who had come back only to demand I stay out of his way. I didn't cry. I didn't beg. I simply handed him a piece of paper with one word written in the sharp, confident script of a woman who owned half the city: DIVORCE. "Sign it, Hamilton," I said, my voice like ice. "Because by tomorrow, I’m not just leaving you—I’m taking the McKee empire with me."

Rain lashed against the twisted metal as Hallie lay pinned in the wreckage of her car, her chest crushed and fading fast. The paramedic found her phone and desperately dialed her husband, Aidan. "Your wife has been in a severe car crash! We're losing her!" the paramedic shouted over the storm. A harsh, mocking laugh came through the speaker. "Tell her this is a pathetic way to stop the divorce," Aidan sneered. "I do not have time for her crazy games." The line went dead, and Hallie's heart flatlined. Separated from her body, Hallie's ghost was forced to witness the horrific aftermath of her own death. Her mother refused to claim her corpse because there was no insurance payout, telling the hospital to throw her in a ditch. Pulled back to her penthouse, she found Aidan gently holding her sister, Cecile. Cecile sobbed about Hallie's "fake crash" in Aidan's arms, but the moment he looked away, a wicked smirk of victory spread across her face. Cecile was the predator, and Aidan was her willing protector. He even ordered Hallie's brilliant, life's-work sketchbook to be thrown into an industrial shredder, giving all her corporate resources to fund Cecile's debut. Hovering in the cold air, Hallie watched her three years of devotion turn to ash. She was treated like garbage, a mere stepping stone for her sister's rise. But just as her soul turned to ice, Aidan's face suddenly grew paranoid. "Check her medical records," Aidan ordered his assistant coldly. "Find out who is helping her fake this injury." Hallie's invisible spirit shivered with a dark, vengeful anticipation. What would her arrogant husband do when his relentless digging finally uncovered her cold, dead body?

I was Landon Mercer's secret girlfriend and loyal assistant for four years. I thought my absolute devotion would eventually win his heart. But he casually announced his engagement to a wealthy heiress, reminding me I was just a convenient nobody from an orphanage. When I got trapped in a horrific car crash and begged him to call an ambulance, he just hung up on me, annoyed that my bleeding was ruining his romantic getaway. He even blackmailed me with my orphanage's land lease, forcing me to attend his engagement party as a prop. At the party, his elite family and friends brutally humiliated me. They deliberately crushed my broken arm, poured red wine over my head, and kicked me into a freezing pond. When Landon finally pulled me out, he didn't care that I was suffocating and turning blue. "Are you out of your mind? You come out here and cause a scene during my engagement party?" He threw a stack of cash at my shivering body, furious that I had embarrassed him in front of his wealthy guests. Looking at the hundred-dollar bills floating in the muddy water, my four years of foolish love completely died. To him, I wasn't even human; I was just a cheap toy he could abuse and pass around. I didn't cry, and I didn't beg. I dragged my soaked, battered body into a car and headed straight to the penthouse of his biggest billionaire rival. It was time to burn Landon Mercer's world to the ground.

Keely returned to her Manhattan penthouse a day early, expecting the loving billionaire husband who had just told her how much he missed her. Instead, the scent of cheap vanilla perfume led her to the guest room, where she found Haden tangled in the sheets with his timid, soft-spoken secretary. To the world, Haden was the flawless, devoted partner. He would even beat a man to a bloody pulp at a high-society gala just for insulting her, violently claiming he was protecting his wife. But behind his golden-retriever facade lay a narcissistic monster. While begging for her affection and making her breakfast, he was secretly draining their marital assets into offshore accounts in the Cayman Islands. Keely had to swallow her disgust, forcing a perfect smile as she played the clueless, dependent trophy wife he wanted her to be. It made her physically sick. She couldn't understand how the man who looked into the camera with eyes full of love just last night could be the same thief plotting to leave her with nothing. Was his violent, suffocating obsession with her just a sick cover for his betrayal? But Haden didn't know his "helpless" wife was actually the ruthless CTO of a tech empire. She had already hacked the home surveillance and traced the missing funds, ready to make him bleed. Then, her private investigator called with a medical report that pushed her revenge to the edge. "Mrs. Jones, Darlene Sutton is six weeks pregnant."

For fourteen years, Faith was the perfect Jarvis trophy wife. Plucked from her parents' funeral at seventeen, she was molded into an obedient, quiet accessory for Branson's billionaire empire. But while she managed his charities and smiled at galas until her face ached, he was busy humiliating her. She found another woman's gold bracelet in his desk, and today, his affair with a 23-year-old actress was broadcast on a massive electronic billboard right above his own Wall Street headquarters. For years, Faith had endured his coldness. He stopped touching her after the second miscarriage. He left her alone to cry in the back of his chauffeured cars at 3 AM. He thought her silence meant she was too weak, too poor, and too grateful to ever walk away. He called her a "cheap pet" who couldn't survive without his credit cards and mansions. He truly believed she needed someone else to want her before she could leave him. He never understood that wanting herself was enough. Did he really think she spent all those lonely nights just crying in her gilded cage? He was dead wrong. Faith didn't just pack a cheap duffel bag to run away. She walked right into his seventy-third-floor corner office, slammed down a zero-compensation divorce agreement, and tossed a highly encrypted USB drive onto his desk. "Sign the papers today, Branson. Or I hand your company's deepest secrets to a short-seller, and we watch your empire burn."

Being second best is practically in my DNA. My sister got the love, the attention, the spotlight. And now, even her damn fiancé. Technically, Rhys Granger was my fiancé now-billionaire, devastatingly hot, and a walking Wall Street wet dream. My parents shoved me into the engagement after Catherine disappeared, and honestly? I didn't mind. I'd crushed on Rhys for years. This was my chance, right? My turn to be the chosen one? Wrong. One night, he slapped me. Over a mug. A stupid, chipped, ugly mug my sister gave him years ago. That's when it hit me-he didn't love me. He didn't even see me. I was just a warm-bodied placeholder for the woman he actually wanted. And apparently, I wasn't even worth as much as a glorified coffee cup. So I slapped him right back, dumped his ass, and prepared for disaster-my parents losing their minds, Rhys throwing a billionaire tantrum, his terrifying family plotting my untimely demise. Obviously, I needed alcohol. A lot of alcohol. Enter him. Tall, dangerous, unfairly hot. The kind of man who makes you want to sin just by existing. I'd met him only once before, and that night, he just happened to be at the same bar as my drunk, self-pitying self. So I did the only logical thing: I dragged him into a hotel room and ripped off his clothes. It was reckless. It was stupid. It was completely ill-advised. But it was also: Best. Sex. Of. My. Life. And, as it turned out, the best decision I'd ever made. Because my one-night stand isn't just some random guy. He's richer than Rhys, more powerful than my entire family, and definitely more dangerous than I should be playing with. And now, he's not letting me go.

For two years, Clementine played the perfectly obedient wife to billionaire Donovan Bray, wearing his heavy diamonds and enduring his cold indifference. Until she accidentally saw his tablet and discovered she was just a "collateral asset"—a cheap lookalike prop hired to make his ex-girlfriend, Gisela, jealous. When Gisela returned to New York, Donovan's mask completely slipped. During a vicious argument where he mocked Clementine as a pathetic shadow, he grabbed her, causing her to fall down a flight of marble stairs. Waking up in the hospital, Clementine learned she had miscarried a six-week-old baby she didn't even know she had. But what truly shattered her was hearing Donovan's voice through the cracked hospital door. "It changes nothing." He coldly lied to his friend that the fall had caused permanent infertility. "It was probably for the best." He had killed her unborn child and casually dismissed her worth, truly believing she was a penniless nobody who would suffer his abuse in silence. He thought he held all the power, leaving her broken and discarded for his true love. What Donovan didn't know was that his fragile, dependent wife was secretly "C.", the billionaire genius behind Aurelian, the world's most exclusive luxury jewelry empire. Lying in the sterile room, Clementine dried her tears, filed for a ruthless divorce, and permanently froze his supplementary black card. It was time to show him who really held the strings.