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✓✓ SYNOPSIS ✓✓ Reina Mariposa! The mysterious and captivating owner of MARIPOSA CORPORATION, has it all ~ wealth, power, and beauty. But beneath her perfect mask lies a private and guarded individual, forged by a childhood that demanded perfection. Being the richest woman in the city, Reina's expectations are impossibly high, and those who fail to meet them are swiftly discarded. She is adored by many but feared by all, did I say all? My bad... HE doesn't fear her, infact, he owns her. ≈≈≈≈≈≈ Liam Beckett, the ruthless and cunning trillionaire owner of BECKETT CORPORATION. A meeting with Reina Mariposa sparks a fierce attraction but also awaken an intense possessiveness in Liam. Since that day, he wanted her and decided to relentlessly pursue her until he gets her. In this high stake game of power and seduction, Reina is trapped between her desire for perfection and the burning obsession of Liam.

Angelo Davidson! One word for him....Perfect! A hot, handsome and cute dude. Thick brows, pink lips, pointed nose and a perfect body. He is admired by lots of girls but he had no interest in any of them. He has two best friends named Vince and Kyle. His mother is the richest woman in Los Angeles! She has a company which she built all by herself. She started from scratch but now, the company is known all over Los Angeles. MELINDA'S EMPIRE. His father is late so she took it upon herself to make him happy always. Anything he wanted, he always get. He has a phobia! Gynophobia! Only his mother knows about it. It is the fear of women, the reason behind it is left a mystery. He's attending the richest school in Los Angeles. BLIZZ HIGH.....! A school where bullies have their way with scholarship student. Angelo never for once intrude on any of the bullying until one Monday. Everything changed. →→→→→→→→→→ Camile Andrade! She's innocent looking and calm. She's respectful, quiet and loving. She has bright hazel eyes and a sexy body. She may look innocent and naive but if you get to know her, she's a very crazy girl. She has one friend, Indy. She has a twin, Camila Andrade. Camila is the total opposite of Camile. Camile loves her so much that she can kill for her. They're orphans, their parents died on the same day in an accident leaving them all alone to fend for themselves. Camile made sure Camila had food to eat. She made sure they never go hungry. She does varieties of jobs just so they could finish school. Camila also does some jobs but that's to pay house rent and now they're entering college. They passed the scholarship exam to BLIZZ HIGH. They thought they would have a peaceful life in the school, unknown to them, that's the day their life became miserable. →→→→→→→→→→ What caused his phobia? What happened on that Monday? What will be the fate of Camile and Camila? Will they be able to go through BLIZZ HIGH successfully? What will happen when the twins become.....ENEMIES? Do you wanna find out? Then grab your popcorn and hop on this ride and I promise it's gonna be a blast.

EVERTON HIGH! A school for the rich. A school where every teenager wants to school in. Poor students are also allowed into the school through scholarship but they get treated like trash by the richer students. 3 Boys!!! Adrian, Alexis and Angelo! They're called the 3As and they're the cutest boys in the school. Adrian, the silent and mysterious guy. He is a study freak and almost all the girls wants him but one thing that's out of his dictionary, is the word LOVE! Alexis, the playboy. He is the cutest in the group. He always move from one skirt to another. And even though the girls know he can't stick to one girl, they still go after him. Angelo, the leader of the group. He is the hottest and coolest in the group. Every girl wants him but he is way too cold for their reach. "Love isn't for us!" That's one thing they always say. ••••••••••••• 3 GIRLS!! Emma, Doris and Chelsea! They're the cutest and hottest girls in the school. Emma, the intelligent and quiet one of the group. Let's say, she's the nerd but she doesn't wear glasses. Doris, the gossip queen of the group. There's nothing that'll happen in the school without her knowledge. And finally, Chelsea, the smartest yet cutest girl in the group. She has well built curves that'll make any guy go crazy. She has a touch of crazy in her and one thing she hates the most, are bullies. "True love will find us soon!" The girls will always say. ••••••••••• Apparently, Chelsea and Angelo were both highschool mates. She had a crush on him then but he hated her due to her face. Back then, Chelsea wasn't like this. She always has braces on and a scar on her face which covered part of her face. She got mocked and bullied by everyone in the school. She was called ugly wherever she goes. She wasn't pretty like this but due to an accident that occurred, she became as pretty as f**k. She was weak then but now, she's stronger and anyone that messes with her, will get to experience her crazy side. ••••••••••••••• What happens when these two meet? What accident changed Chelsea's face? Will the 3As eventually fall in love? You wanna find out right? Then grab your popcorn as we go on this exciting ride and I promise you won't regret it.

Dexter Verizon. The only son of his parents who are apparently dead. A wealthy and intelligent CEO of VERIZON, that's the name of the company. He is 25 years old and he's the youngest CEO in Los Angeles. He is cold hearted, handsome, cute and an arrogant person. He has a very painful past that no one knows about. He once had a girlfriend but she ended up leaving him which made him have hatred for all women. Saying they're all the same, women who are only after his money But all that changed when he met her. †††††††† Evelyn Gutierrez. A middle class lady who has only her mother to care for. Her dad died in a car accident and she has been the one taking care of her mother. She had many part time jobs that helped her in her school so she graduated at the end. Now she's looking for a stable job but she hasn't found one yet. She is 22 years old. She is kind, beautiful, caring and innocent looking. She has a touch of crazy in her and she is also curious. Too curious. And that curiosity has landed her into many troubles that almost caused her, her life. ★★★★ What happens when Dexter and Evelyn cross paths? What painful past did Dexter have? Will Dexter ever learn to love again? You wanna find out right? Then grab your popcorn and follow me on this interesting ride and I promise you won't regret it.

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.”

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.

"Sign it. Save her, and I'll give you anything." For four years, I was Damian Wright's 'invisible wife'. While I played the pauper, he poured his soul into his dying first love. Desperate, he blindly signed a stack of papers to buy the 'Gifted Doctor's' time. He didn't read the fine print. Buried inside was our Divorce Decree. "Congratulations, Damian," I said, stripping off my surgical mask to reveal the wife he never truly knew. "You're free." The submissive Amelia is dead. The legendary 'Ghost Surgeon'? That's me. The blindfolded racing queen 'Raven'? Also me. The shadow behind the global intelligence network V-Null? Still me. I was ready to vanish, but Lucas Sullivan-the titan who makes the Wrights look like peasants-blocked my path. When Damian tried to reclaim me, Lucas didn't just stop him; he brought an empire to its knees. "They don't deserve to look at you," Lucas whispered, his touch a lethal mix of protection and obsession. "But if you crave the world, Amelia, I'll burn it down just to hear you say my name."

I was cheated on by my scumbag boyfriend. On the night I got blackout drunk, I married a stranger, and when I woke up, I only found a marriage certificate and a black card. He took care of my scumbag ex for me, gave me a canary diamond ring, but refused to show his face-he only called me baby on video calls. I ran to my best friend's house to hide, only to find that the billionaire next door, who made my heart skip a beat, had the exact same scent as him. My best friend cried and begged me: "He's Augustus, a tyrant who eats people alive!" But only I knew that the man who pressed me against the terrace railing, leaned down to kiss me, and whispered "I'll protect you" softly. Fifty thousand dollars to sneak photos of his private office? I'll go. Not for the money, but to ask him to his face- Gus, how many secrets are you hiding? And how long have you been craving me?

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."

The rain in Detroit was slick with grime when my family finally came to fetch me. They didn't want a reunion; they wanted a sacrificial lamb to marry into the Kaufman empire to save their failing business. I thought I was just being sold off, but the limo ride ended under a dark overpass where six hired thugs were waiting with chains. My own sister had ordered them to "break my spirit" so I’d be a shaking, pathetic mess by the time I reached the altar. They called me "Detroit trash" and sprayed air freshener when I sat on their leather seats. My stepmother wanted a video of me begging for my life, and my father was ready to trade me like a used car to a man everyone called a "vegetable." They expected a submissive country girl, unaware that I was a high-level "cleaner" who could snap a radius bone before they could even scream. When I finally reached the Kaufman estate, I found my fiancé, Barron, slumped in a wheelchair, drooling and silent. But as soon as the doors closed, the "invalid" grabbed my wrist with a grip of iron and whispered a command that changed everything. I didn't understand why my own blood was so desperate to see me destroyed. What had I ever done to deserve a hit squad and a forced marriage to a man they thought was a corpse? But Barron isn't a vegetable, and I'm not a victim. We just touched down at the Moon family gala in a matte-black helicopter, and as the doors slide open, the "broken" bride is about to show them exactly what happens when you throw away the wrong daughter. "If we're going to crash a party," Barron whispered, his eyes burning with lethal clarity, "we should make an entrance."

On the night of her highly anticipated jewel launch, Eloise's world shatters when her husband Lucian publicly divorces her on national TV, rekindling his relationship with his ex-lover Jennifer, who is also Eloise's step-sister. As Eloise picks up the pieces, she meets a new man, who happns to be her boss, and sparks fly. Just as she begins to find success and happiness again, Lucian comes crawling back, desperate to reclaim what he lost.

She hides behind ugly suits and fake names. He's done trusting women. When they meet in a masked sex club, neither realizes they've been fighting each other across boardroom tables for eighteen months. At Taylor Industries, she's Joy Smith-the frumpy CFO who drowns her curves in shapeless polyester and wearing a wig. At home, she's the forgotten wife of a cheating lawyer who hasn't touched her in so long she's starting to wonder if she's broken. When she finds hot pink lace panties stuffed in her couch cushions...definitely not hers, it's not heartbreak she feels. It's freedom. Grayson Taylor doesn't do relationships anymore. Not after walking in on his actress fiancée with another woman. Now he channels everything into hostile takeovers and board meetings, especially the ones where his overcautious CFO fights him on every goddamn acquisition. Joy Smith is brilliant, infuriating, and funny when he pushes all her buttons. But Honey is tired of being invisible. Tired of never having felt real pleasure. So, when her best friend gives her the details of The Velvet Room-Manhattan's most exclusive masked club-she promises herself just one night. One night to find out if her husband's right, if she really is frigid, or if she's just never been touched by the right hands. She doesn't expect the masked stranger who claims her the second she walks in. Doesn't expect the chemistry that ignites between them, the way he makes her body sing, or the orgasms that leave her shaking. Doesn't expect him to hand her an email address with one command: "Only me. No one else touches you."

My family arranged my marriage to Silas Thorne, a Wall Street titan. There was just one problem: everyone, including my powerful new husband, believed I was a crippled, helpless girl from the countryside. On the day of my physical therapy, my father called, not to ask how I was, but to demand I give up the marriage for his illegitimate daughter, Chloe. "You can barely walk without a limp," he sneered. "You are going to embarrass the Vance family." My new husband treated me with cold duty, carrying me like a fragile doll but refusing to share a bed, citing my ‘soft tissue injury’ as a pathetic excuse. The rejection was humiliating. To make matters worse, Chloe tracked me down while I was shopping, eager to mock me in public. "Silas doesn't value you," she said, flashing a cheap ring from my father. "You’re just a crippled placeholder." They all saw a weak girl they could push around, completely blind to the fact that my limp was a carefully crafted lie. So I took the unlimited black card Silas gave me and bought a fifty-seven-million-dollar pink diamond, crushing her in front of New York’s elite. When I returned to our penthouse, Silas was waiting for me, a dangerous smirk on his face. "I heard," he said, his voice a low rumble, "that you bought a star with my money today?"

I was sitting in the Presidential Suite of The Pierre, wearing a Vera Wang gown worth more than most people earn in a decade. It was supposed to be the wedding of the century, the final move to merge two of Manhattan's most powerful empires. Then my phone buzzed. It was an Instagram Story from my fiancé, Jameson. He was at Charles de Gaulle Airport in Paris with a caption that read: "Fuck the chains. Chasing freedom." He hadn't just gotten cold feet; he had abandoned me at the altar to run across the world. My father didn't come in to comfort me. He burst through the door roaring about a lost acquisition deal, telling me the Holland Group would strip our family for parts if the ceremony didn't happen by noon. My stepmother wailed about us becoming the laughingstock of the Upper East Side. The Holland PR director even suggested I fake a "panic attack" to make myself look weak and sympathetic to save their stock price. Then Jameson’s sleazy cousin, Pierce, walked in with a lopsided grin, offering to "step in" and marry me just to get his hands on my assets. I looked at them and realized I wasn't a daughter or a bride to anyone in that room. I was a failed asset, a bouncing check, a girl whose own father told her to go to Paris and "beg" the man who had just publicly humiliated her. The girl who wanted to be loved died in that mirror. I realized that if I was going to be sold to save a merger, I was going to sell myself to the one who actually controlled the money. I marched past my parents and walked straight into the VIP holding room. I looked the most powerful man in the room—Jameson’s cold, ruthless uncle, Fletcher Holland—dead in the eye and threw the iPad on the table. "Jameson is gone," I said, my voice as hard as stone. "Marry me instead."