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Asher, is the cocky, arrogant, rude, and closed off Ceo of The National Elect Industries. He works hard for what he wants. He has everything he needs except one thing... A personal assistant until Natalia fulfills the position. Unfortunately they loathe each other. She puts him in his place, while he pushes her buttons. However Natalia's young daughter clenches at Asher's heart and possibly ties Natalia and Asher together. Natalia, is a sarcastic, independent, opinionated, and strong willed women. Recently having a baby at 3 years of age. Natalia fulfills the position of a personal assistant of the CEO of The National Elect Industries. She accepts the job to make a successful living for her and her daughter. However she can't stand him, let alone working for him. However, Natalia's little daughter warms up to Asher. She sees a side of him that draws her to him and possibly take interest in.
"Mommy, Mommy!"
I heard yelling from outside of my bedroom. The yelling woke me up from my sleep, So I begun to get up from my bed. My head turned looking at the clock reading 3:05 A.M. I snapped my head again in front of me when the door creaked open showing my little Miya.
She stood there with her pink zebra pattern pajamas and bunny slippers. She looked so cute with her curly brown messy hair, and her big milky brown eyes. She rubbed her eyes tiredly looking at me.
"Mom bathromf pwease?" She said with pleading eyes.
"Okay, sweetheart let's go."
This time I got off from the comfy bed and swung my legs over. Once my feet touched the floor, I hurriedly walked across my bedroom to Miya. I scooped her up in my arms walking fast to the bathroom making sure she doesn't pee on herself.
Once I entered the bathroom and lifted the toilet seat up. I sat her the on the toilet and squatted down so I was eye level with her and began my routine that I do every time encouraging her when she needed to use the restroom.
"Come on my girl, you got it. Come on, baby girl you can do it!" After a little words of encouragement she finally peed.
I picked her up from the toilet seat and stood her up on the ground, helping her put her pajamas pants on. I than proceeded to lift her up again and sat her on my legs and between the sink. I pumped the soap on her hand and washed them with warm water. Once the soap was gone from her hands I sat her on the ground again and walked her to her room.
Her room was a decent size. It wasn't too big nor too small. Her walls were pink and purple, which matched her bed comforter which was pink with purple dots. She also had a dresser on the side of the room with her favorite books and movies.
I walked her to her bed and laid her down. Once I wiggled her in the bed and tucked her in, I faced her, and cradled her in my arms.
"Do you want me to read you a story baby girl? She nodded her head in response.
"Which one? I asked
""Twiger and the tu-r-tt-wle"! She said with a gleam in her eyes.
I chuckled at her stumbling words. I picked the book from her collection and sat down on the bed and started reading. About 5 minutes later we finally came to the last page, I read out the last words to her before I closed the book.
"The turtle and the tiger roamed the land being forever friends.
THE END"
After closing the book I looked at my Miya and realized she was asleep. I kissed her forehead and swept her hair from her face.
"Goodnight baby girl. I whispered in her ear.
I put the night light on beside her bed, and walked to door. I looked back at her one last time before I closed the door fully. I breathed a sigh of relief and headed to my bedroom. Once I entered in I crawled into my bed trying to sleep away the few hours I have left before waking up early.
There was an interview that I had to attend tomorrow morning at The National Elect Industries and I wanted to get a good sleep. The last thing I need was to have an attitude first thing in the morning because lack of sleep. So I decided to lay my head on the soft cold pillow and get under the warm covers. I turned on my side to get more comfortable. I finally closed my eyes waiting for sleep to come.
KY and sage, the toxic duo. They were two different people. Their lives and who they were was placed on the opposite end of the spectrum. She was shy. He was vocal. She had a kind spirit He was abrasive and rude. She thought that life was worth living. He thought living was just a waiting game to end. The two of them together was CHAOS.
"You're mine, little puppy," Kylan growled against my neck. A soft gasp escaped my lips as his lips brushed my skin. My mind screamed at me to push him away-the Lycan Prince who had humiliated me again and again, but my body betrayed me, leaning into him before I could stop myself. He pressed his lips against mine, and his kiss grew more aggressive, more possessive as I felt my legs weaken. What was I doing? In a split-second, I pulled away and slapped him hard across the face. Kylan's eyes darkened, but the smirk on his lips exposed his amusement. "You and I both know we can't fight this, Violet," he said, gripping my wrist. "You're my mate." "And yet you don't want me," I replied. "You told me you were ashamed of me, that l'd never be your queen, that you'd never love me. So please, accept my rejection and let me go." "Never," he whispered, his grip tightening as he pulled me closer. "Soon enough, you'll be begging for me. and when you do-I'll use you as I see fit and then I'll reject you."
Janice, the long-forgotten legitimate heiress, made her way back to her family, pouring her heart into winning their hearts. Yet, she had to relinquish her very identity, her academic credentials, and her creative works to her foster sister. In return for her sacrifices, she found no warmth, only deeper neglect. Resolute, Janice vowed to cut off all emotional bonds. Transformed, she now stood as a master of martial arts, adept in eight languages, an esteemed medical expert, and a celebrated designer. With newfound resolve, she declared, "From this day forward, no one in this family shall cross me."
"Never let anyone treat you like shit!" I learned that the hard way. For three years, I lived with my in-laws. They didn't treat me as their son-in-law but as a slave. I put up with everything because of my wife, Yolanda Lambert. She was the light of my life. Unfortunately, my whole world came crashing down the day I caught my wife cheating on me. I have never been so heartbroken. To have my revenge, I revealed my true identity. I was none other than Liam Hoffman—the heir of a family with trillions of dollars in assets! The Lamberts were utterly shocked after the big reveal. They realized what fools they had been for treating me like trash. My wife even knelt down and begged for my forgiveness. What do you think I did? Did I take her back or made her suffer? Find out!
Lindsey's fiancé was the devil's first son. Not only did he lie to her but he also slept with her stepmother, conspired to take away her family fortune, and then set her up to have sex with a total stranger. To get her lick back, Lindsey decided to find a man to disrupt her engagement party and humiliate the cheating bastard. Never did she imagine that she would bump into a strikingly handsome stranger who was all that she was currently looking for. At the engagement party, he boldly declared that she was his woman. Lindsey thought he was just a broke man who wanted to leech off her. But once they began their fake relationship, she realized that good luck kept coming her way. She thought they would part ways after the engagement party, but this man kept to her side. "We gotta stick together, Lindsey. Remember, I'm now your fiancé. " "Domenic, you're with me because of my money, aren't you?" Lindsey asked, narrowing her eyes at him. Domenic was taken aback by that accusation. How could he, the heir of the Walsh family and CEO of Vitality Group, be with her for money? He controlled more than half of the city's economy. Money wasn't a problem for him! The two got closer and closer. One day, Lindsey finally realized that Domenic was actually the stranger she had slept with months ago. Would this realization change things between them? For the better or worse?
It was supposed to be a marriage of convenience, but Carrie made the mistake of falling in love with Kristopher. When the time came that she needed him the most, her husband was in the company of another woman. Enough was enough. Carrie chose to divorce Kristopher and move on with her life. Only when she left did Kristopher realize how important she was to him. In the face of his ex-wife’s countless admirers, Kristopher offered her 20 million dollars and proposed a new deal. “Let’s get married again.”
Linsey was stood up by her groom to run off with another woman. Furious, she grabbed a random stranger and declared, "Let's get married!" She had acted on impulse, realizing too late that her new husband was the notorious rascal, Collin. The public laughed at her, and even her runaway ex offered to reconcile. But Linsey scoffed at him. "My husband and I are very much in love!" Everyone thought she was delusional. Then Collin was revealed to be the richest man in the world. In front of everyone, he got down on one knee and held up a stunning diamond ring. "I look forward to our forever, honey."