Majornis Canis

Being at the peak of her career allows Celine Princessa to freely pursue her goal; the destruction of Desmond's family. She didn't care about the label that would continue to be attached to her forehead; the home wrecker. All she cared about was that Desmond knew she still existed. "Are you sure you're doing this?" The man's forefinger played on Celine's seductively exposed shoulder. From the reflection of the mirror in front of them, Celine smiled. The model said, "I'm sure. But can I ask for conditions?" The man slightly twisted Celine's body. There was a melodious squeal from Celine's sexy lips full of temptation. also, a crisp laughter that made his heart tremble even more. Desiring. Because it's been a month since they met. He made sure; this room would be full of sighs from both of them. "Whatever you want, Baby." "Turn off your cell phone, Uncle. I don't like your wife calling." The man laughed. "That's it?" "That's all." Unfortunately, Celine had no idea that she was trapped. In a love that burned with passion and also shouldn't exist. Where that feeling made Celine feel alive and no longer empty. How will Celine get through this, when she falls under the spell of a married man and is suddenly selfish about wanting to possess her?

Miya Ashton has always lived a life of luxury until it all comes crashing down in an instant. Her father suddenly leaves, leaving her in a difficult financial situation. Chased by unpaid debts, humiliated at college, and betrayed by her boyfriend, Miya almost loses hope-until a mysterious offer from a school principal changes everything. Victor Wyatt introduces Miya to Damian Sawyer, who's known for being a bit cold. To save her family from total destruction, Miya signs a crazy contract: she'll have Damian's heir in exchange for everything she's ever had. However, what seems like a simple deal soon turns into something much more complex. As Damian becomes caught up in a brutal conflict that threatens her family, Miya finds herself increasingly drawn into Damian's dark world and into a heart she never expected to open. But there's more going on behind the scenes than meets the eye. Damian's dark secrets and the lies of those closest to him put Miya's life and the child she's carrying in danger. As the power struggle reaches its peak, Miya must fight not only for her life but also for the future she and Damian have in mind. Will they succeed in overcoming their opponents, or will their relationship be ruined by a devastating secret?

Giselle Namiozuka never imagined that someone was stalking her life, disturbing the girl until she felt annoyed and bothered. The disturbance didn't stop even after warnings were given; instead, threats came that would tarnish Giselle's name. As a top model and with her level of popularity reaching its peak, Giselle worried if the threats would actually be carried out by the stalker. Upon learning who the stalker was, Giselle was completely taken aback, as well as intrigued by the stalker's motives. It was the CEO of the owner company of a private broadcasting station that played a significant role in elevating reputations in various circles. Eventually, Giselle realized that the stalker had genuine intentions and made her fall in love. Unfortunately, Giselle overlooked one fact: that the obstacles to their love were the people who began to disturb her past. A dark past that she wanted to bury as deep as possible. Can they both be happy together? Or must they part ways when they cannot let go of each other?

Difficult to get along with the in-laws, constant arguments with the only brother-in-law, worsened by the man labeled as her husband... it's like having your head detached while your toes are being tickled, making Samanta Kiehl constantly cultivate patience. Until her sincere love is rewarded with a divorce letter. Her question always spins in her head. Is this luck or misfortune for her? But Samanta remains Samanta. She lets it all resonate in her life. She believes that payback will come. Someday, there will be a life and a new man whom she will tread with tranquility. But when? Isn't human patience supposed to have its limits?

Thomas Adam, CEO SaveFund CBD Branch, Great career, decent looks, at least twenty bucks in his wallet, debit card stacked with zeros, but good fortune had the opposite effect when it came to relationship issues. That's the gist of what Thomas Adam feels. Heartbreak from being left at the altar lingers and makes him distrust love. For him, being alone is no big deal. His life doesn't encounter complications either. His job skyrocketed like a rocket. Until Olive came along. She disrupted his straight path like a highway. It left him helpless and willing to take colorful detours just for Olive. But one question haunts him, "Will Olive leave him? Like what Diana did a dozen years ago?" *** Welcome to my another story. Hope all of you can be enjoy while read my book. Canis

Every time Nathan introduces a woman he wants to take seriously, he always runs into one obstacle. Naina's ownership. It's incredibly difficult for that child to even smile and speak politely to the woman Nathan is dating. Because of this, Nathan chooses to be a full-fledged Raptor playboy instead of dealing with Naina. She says, "I only want Mami Seira!" She even talks with a scowl! Doesn't she know that the woman she's talking about is already married? Should Nathan really become a home wrecker before he can ruin someone else's marriage? That's just crazy! Not to mention... Oh my God! What kind of test is he going through? Because of Naina's words to her grandmother, Nathan is more often introduced to women who are older than him! They even have red hair! "Enough, quickly choose a red-haired woman that Naina also likes. Mommy’s getting a headache from Naina's requests. What kind of person is this 'Mami' that is often called?" Nathan can only slap his forehead! Does he really have to marry an older woman?

There's only one thing Fathia understands. How much she adores his touch and everything he can give her tonight. All the things that have ever crossed her mind are now vividly projected by the man. Relentlessly. Without pause. And what surprises Fathia even more is that everything seems real. But..., "Why?" Fathia asked in frustration. Her eyes wide open, glaring sharply as their breaths raced against each other. The man positioned himself right above her, giving a slight, dismissive smile. But truly, in the darkness of his eyes, the man couldn't wait any longer. It took her months to realize how tormented she was by the distance between them. "One... or two?" He withdrew his fingers that had been inside Fathia. The clear liquid from within enveloped them. Slowly, he brought those fingers to touch the flushed cheek of the girl beneath him. Fathia grumbled in annoyance. "I'm done!" She roughly pushed the man's body off hers. Quickly, she gathered the scattered clothes. Don't ask about her face; it's a complete mess. Her cheeks are burning red. Angry. "You sure?" Sebastian chuckled. His eyes seemed relaxed as he watched the ash-brown-haired girl start dressing. Some reddish marks from their previous intimacy were evident in a few spots. "Don't play games with me, Sebastian. Finish it," Fathia turned and gave him a piercing look. "Or I'm leaving." "Your choice. I just want to make sure both you and I are satisfied. That's all." Fathia rolled her eyes in exasperation. She quickly covered her thighs with a cloth. "Oh, I just remembered. I have plans with Kenzo in two hours." Fathia could see how his jet-black eyes clouded over again. The intimate aura from before changed so quickly. Was Fathia scared? No. Ah, it's more than just fear. She desired it too. In one swift move, the man pulled her back to him. Holding her tight without mercy. "In your dream!" Fathia laughed triumphantly. "Never play games with me, Sebastian. Never." Meanwhile ... Jess didn't pay much attention to her surroundings. Even if there was a powerful 10 on the Richter scale earthquake, Jess didn't care. Her world consisted of only; the cafe, the apartment, Fathia's house, and An Flower. Living peacefully without any disturbances, that was her hope. However, her life was no longer peaceful. Where a Dirdja followed her like a wart. Clung to her like a leech. Engaged her in debates until all the patience Jess had been exhausted. Jess had tried everything to get rid of him, even if she had to borrow Voldemort's magic wand to chant the Avada Kedavra spell. To erase Kenzo's existence from her life, of course. Where their conflict ultimately ended up in bed. Turning her world upside down as well... adding to the series of pain she experienced. Until she said in the saddest voice she had, "Please, stay away from me. Please." After being truly alone, is this really what Jess wants?" *** Enjoy ready this story to all my reader. Hope you like it.

Enduring a foolish and regrettable night with Cedric, Anya tests positive for pregnancy two months later. Her career, position, and financial stability are now at stake. What other misfortunes will Anya Joice face? And here's another twist, perhaps the worst of all: "Please, refrain from making any further rash decisions. All I want, Mrs Anya, is for you to be healthy. Whatever burdens you may carry, allow me to shoulder them. Because inside, you beat my child's heart. I implore you, Ma'am." Cedric's words continue to resonate, leading her to reconsider her initial thought of terminating the fetus she's carrying. Meanwhile, as Krystal Blaxton finally receives a proposal from James Andrew, with whom she frequently clashes during their lengthy meetings, she realizes that ensuring her family's happiness is more significant than mere affection. Unfortunately, she overlooks that love can emerge unexpectedly, especially after exchanging marriage vows. Krystal didn't anticipate their marriage would be far from ordinary. Andrew requests Krystal's full support, gradually unravelling a chain of interconnected events from the past. Will Krystal be willing to offer her unwavering support, or will she leave Andrew to resolve his problems independently? *** Welcome to my new story. Perhaps, you can ending reading my story.

Leonel Grisham, CEO Mountain Ltd, 38th, considers his wife to be merely a status symbol. There is no love between them. It's cold. They rarely spend time together. They rarely even show affection to each other, which can be counted on one hand. Throughout their 5-year marriage, nothing was special except that Chloe Delilah is Leonel's parents' favorite daughter-in-law. Leo actually has a girlfriend whom he loves deeply. Unfortunately, Leo's mother disapproves because his girlfriend, Ester Gabriella, is an ordinary class photo model. Leo's world revolves around his work and Ester. Chloe is not a part of his life; she is just a trophy wife. Until the unfortunate incident that took away Chloe's eyesight. It also shocked Leo when Chloe, after waking up from a coma, requested a divorce. Leo cannot accept Chloe's ridiculous request. But she insists, no matter what happens. This includes demanding all of Leo's assets and shares as stipulated in their prenuptial agreement. Leo can't understand how Chloe could express such a crazy idea. One by one, Leo discovers that Chloe's accident was staged. Someone orchestrated it all. Mountain Pte is also in a significant crisis because the mastermind is targeting the destruction of the Group that Leo leads. Chloe continues to insist until she eventually realizes that her accident was not without reason. Will Chloe maintain her desires or help Leo regain his power in Mountain Ltd?

One lab error. Two betrayals. And a billionaire who doesn't believe in accidents. Emily Vance thought she was carrying a miracle. After her fiancé, Julian, ended up in a coma following a horrific car crash, she underwent IVF to keep his legacy alive. It was supposed to be her anchor. Instead, a clinical mix-up reveals that the child in her womb isn't Julian's at all. It belongs to Alistair Wolfe, a man whose name is synonymous with ruthless power and a heart made of ice. The nightmare doesn't stop at the doctor's office. When Julian finally wakes up, he doesn't call for Emily. He calls for her stepsister, Chloe, revealing a secret affair that turns Emily's years of loyalty into a joke. Backed into a corner by a family ready to sell her to a predatory debt collector to save their failing business, Emily is left with a devastating choice. Her doctors warn her that this is her last chance at motherhood. To keep her baby and escape her family's reach, she has to make a deal with the wolf at the door. Alistair Wolfe wants his heir. Emily wants protection. No love. No strings. Just a temporary union until the child is born. But as Emily moves into Alistair's world, she quickly learns that playing the wife of a man like Alistair is a high-stakes game where the heart is the first thing you lose.

Amelia sat alone at the City Marriage Bureau, watching the clock tick down to closing time. Fifteen minutes before the doors shut, a phone call shattered her last flicker of hope. Her fiancé, Kayson, wasn't coming. He had abandoned their wedding registration because Kamila-her stepsister-had twisted her ankle. It was his ninth broken promise. When Amelia returned home, there was no comfort. Her biological mother sneered at her humiliation, shielding the stepsister while ordering Amelia to apologize to Kayson. "Who would she marry without Kayson?" her mother mocked. "Let's see how long she survives out there without his money." Meanwhile, Kayson arrogantly dismissed her absence. Finding out she had vanished, he just laughed it off with his assistant. "It's just a tantrum to force my hand," Kayson smirked. "She still can't live without me." After nine years of absolute devotion, she was nothing but a convenient placeholder to the man she loved, and a worthless joke to her own family. The suffocating weight of their betrayal finally snapped something inside her. She packed a single suitcase, threw away nine years of anniversary gifts, and permanently blocked Kayson's number. Standing in the freezing wind, she pulled out her phone and dialed the private number of Kayson's biggest, most ruthless rival. "Mr. Thornton, what you said seven months ago... does the offer to marry me still stand?" Ten minutes later, a sleek black Maybach pulled up to the curb.

To help her husband build his business empire, Veyra worked two jobs, skipped meals, and sacrificed everything she had. When her mother desperately needed life-saving treatment, she couldn't even scrape together the money. Then, on a New Year's Eve flight, fate seated her beside her husband's mistress. That's when she discovered the cruel truth. Her husband had secretly amassed millions long ago. The wedding ring that belonged to Veyra now glittered on another woman's finger. The $500,000 that could have saved her mother's life had been spent instead on luxury gifts and pocket money for his lover. She lost her baby. She lost her mother. And finally, she lost every illusion about the man she'd loved for years. After leaving the airport, Veyra walked into a bar, kissed the most dangerous-looking stranger she could find, and spent one reckless night in his arms. By sunrise, she disappeared without leaving so much as her name. She thought it was nothing more than a farewell to her broken past. She was wrong. The stranger was Dorian-the most powerful, mysterious billionaire in the business world. Meanwhile, her cheating husband finally realized what he had thrown away. He begged on his knees, signed a postnuptial agreement worth billions, and swore he would give up everything if she would come back. But just as Veyra began plotting to reclaim everything that had been stolen from her, a mysterious car accident brought Dorian back into her life. Only then did she learn the truth. He wasn't a stranger at all. He was her ex-husband's older stepbrother. Now two powerful men are fighting for the same woman-one consumed by regret, the other determined to make her his. Sorry, cheating ex... I choose your brother.

For seven years, Rose Bennett was Ryan Knight's secret wife. While all of New York believed Samantha Hikk would become Mrs. Knight, Rose silently endured a cold marriage to a man who never loved her. Until one night, Samantha is rushed into Rose's emergency room pregnant. and Ryan is the one protecting her. That is the night Rose stops loving him. What Ryan never knew was that Rose had already given birth to his daughter years ago after he rejected both mother and child without hesitation. So Rose walks away-with only two suitcases, a hidden daughter, and the shattered remains of seven years. But the woman Ryan abandoned is no ordinary wife. Rose is the hidden genius behind Aetheris Medical AI, the revolutionary system about to change the entire medical world. As Rose rises to the top, becoming untouchable, powerful, and impossible to replace, Ryan finally realizes the devastating truth- He didn't lose a woman who loved him. He lost the only woman he would ever love. And by then, even their daughter no longer calls him father.

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."

They say what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, mine didn't. I came back with a marriage certificate bearing a stranger's name, a ring worth more than my parents' love ever was, and a son whose father I've never seen, never known, never remembered. I went to Vegas for a racing competition. I won. I celebrated. And somewhere between the victory and the sunrise, my life changed forever. For six years, I've lived with the consequences of one reckless night. I built an empire. I raised my son. And I searched for the man who changed my life without even knowing it. Then fate laughed in my face. My sister married my ex-fiancé-the man I was promised to since childhood. The man I was supposed to become Mrs. Windsor for. The man who now wears my family name... and looks far too much like my child. Every time I'm near him, the past presses closer. Every glance feels like a question I'm terrified to ask. I shouldn't notice him. I shouldn't feel anything. He is my sister's husband. But some secrets refuse to stay buried. Because the truth about Vegas isn't just in the ring on my finger or the child in my arms. It's standing right in front of me. And when it finally comes out, it won't just destroy a marriage, it will burn an empire to the ground.

For four years, Ellyn was the scarred, despised wife of billionaire Baron Hudson, enduring his cruelty with silent devotion. But one night, after brutally forcing himself on her, he threw divorce papers at her bruised chest. "Did you really think I could ever stomach looking at that hideous face of yours for the rest of my life?" He kicked her out into the freezing rain because his flawless true love, Christine, was finally coming home. To ensure Ellyn suffered, Baron froze all her bank accounts, wanting her to starve on the streets until she begged for his mercy. Penniless and shivering in a rundown apartment, Ellyn discovered she was pregnant with his child, right as the news broadcasted him lovingly welcoming Christine at the airport. Her heart died completely. She had given him ten years of her life, only to be thrown away like garbage. But a shocking miracle happened: the intimate trauma had somehow triggered a biological cure, completely peeling away the ugly scar that had ruined her face for twenty years. If the ruthless Hudson family found out she was healed and carrying the heir, they would steal her baby and destroy her. Instead of taking his five-million-dollar hush money, Ellyn tore the contract to pieces, hid her newly flawless face, and vanished to Paris. Four years later, the Hudson family's grand banquet was brought to a dead halt by a stunning, untouchable woman in a red trench coat and her genius three-year-old son. Ellyn was back, and she wasn't the ugly duckling anymore.

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."

Maddison Huston loses everything in one night; her job, her home, her reputation, and the man she loved. Branded a seductress and cast aside at her ex-lover's wedding, she is left broken, homeless, and humiliated. One drunken night leads to a dangerous encounter with a stranger whose touch she can't forget, only to discover he is Aldric Hawthorne, the ruthless CEO who holds her fate in his hands. ************************************************** "That's how you show appreciation?" he asked quietly. "To someone who saved you from danger? Protected you because you were careless enough to drink yourself unconscious in a bar?" I blinked in confusion. "Protected. me?" "Yes. And you dare accuse me of taking advantage of you? Seriously, Miss Huston?" He stopped in front of me and trailed his eyes from my legs up to my face. I felt cornered, stupid and confused. "No, I remember everything." I tried to keep my voice steady but my shaking breaths betrayed me. "You kissed me, you touched me, you even." I trailed on my last words because I couldn't bring myself to say it. His eyes glinted with something I couldn't read. "You don't seem to have recovered from the alcohol," he said with a smirk on his face, stepping closer while I backed away until my back hit the wall. His arm braced beside my head, and my breath caught as he leaned in, heat radiating from his body like fire contained in a man. "You must be so delusional to have imagined me having sex with you," he murmured, his lips brushing so close to my ear my knees weakened. My breath stuttered. "I didn't imagine-" He lifted my chin to look at him, his mouth hovered on my lips and his hot breaths hitting my face; My heart was beating so fast at the closeness and the look in his eyes, like he was going to devour me. Then his voice dropped into a dark whisper behind my ear. "I don't fuck virgins." My stomach flipped as his breath grazed my neck. How did he know?

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.