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Mr CEO, You're Dumped

Mr CEO, You're Dumped

Elodie took a deep breath and knocked, the sound echoing in the quiet corridor. A moment of silence passed, broken only by the pounding of her heart. Finally, the door snicked open, revealing a surprised Dashiell. 'Can't you see the Do Not Disturb sign? We don't want-' His initial frown quickly morphed into confusion at the sight of his wife. 'What are you doing here?' he demanded. 'Your girlfriend invited me,' Elodie replied, her voice laced with icy calm. She tried to peer past him, but his broad frame blocked the view. A saccharine voice chimed in from within the room. 'Elodie? Oh dear, we didn't mean for you to find out this way. It's just that-' Elodie cut her short. 'Oh please, Selene. Spare me the fake apologies. You wouldn't have sent me all those texts if you didn't want me to know.' Dashiell shifted uncomfortably, his face a mask of annoyance. 'What texts?' Elodie stepped past him, taking in the luxurious suite with a sardonic smile. The king-sized bed, the scattered rose petals, the lingering scent of sex – it all painted a vivid picture of their betrayal. She looked up at Dashiell, her gaze unwavering. 'I want a divorce.' ****** Dashiell lived a life of luxury, surrounded by the best things money could buy. But when a car accident left him vulnerable, he met Elodie, a seemingly ordinary woman who nursed him back to health. Mistaking her for just another employee, Dashiell entered into a loveless marriage with her solely for convenience. However, fate had a different script in store. Elodie, the 'ordinary nurse,' held a secret more precious than any diamond: she was the sole heiress to Northstar, a vast and powerful enterprise. Unaware of her true identity, Dashiell cast her aside when his ex-girlfriend returned, leaving Elodie humiliated. But Elodie was not one to be easily broken. She shed the facade of the meek nurse, reclaiming her rightful inheritance and stepping into the role of Northstar's CEO. Now, the woman Dashiell discarded was the one holding the reins of power. As Elodie thrives in her new role, Dashiell is consumed by regret. He finally sees Elodie for the extraordinary woman she truly is, realising the depth of his mistake. But will his remorse be enough to win back the heart he so carelessly discarded?
Exasperating plan

Exasperating plan

Lydia a 25 years frustrated lady,has a stepmother and step brother that always maltreat her at all times,she lost her mother when she was 10 years old and since then she lost her half part, because her mother is her half part and she is so precious to her. Jane is an heartless, hard heartening, wicked stepmom, that treat Angela like a trash, she loss her self esteem and self confidence through it. Few years later Her father died leaving her stepmom with the company, Jane mismanaged the company fund and it went into bankruptcy, because Jane borrowed a lot of money from the bank and she squandered everything,the company turned upside down and she has a Billionaire Business partner that wants to help to revive the company. Dave an arrogant, pompous, pride Billionaire who has a lot of chains of companies in Mexico City, he is influential,famous and rich and he is rude with woman,he doesn't like woman, because he believes that they are after his money,Jane has to arranged Dave for Angela,she wants to get married to Dave so as to revive the company. Ahhhhh..... How will I get married to a man I don't have feelings for? He is so arrogant and pompous and I don't love him was the speech of Angela to Dave. "You scoundrel, gold digger and good for nothing girl? Do you think you can acquire all my wealth? Dave yelled loudly at lydia Will Lydia Father company get revived? Will Dave fall in love with Angela? Will Lydia be able to recover from her stepmom maltreatment?
Ten Years a Lie

Ten Years a Lie

My husband, David, and I had been married for ten years, a perfect New York power couple on the outside, a carefully constructed lie within. I used his money, he had his affairs, even a secret child. Our lives ran on parallel tracks, never interfering. It was a cold, silent agreement. Then the school called. An accident. Acid. My son, Liam. I rushed to the nurse's office. Liam was pale, a raw burn on his cheek and neck. Another woman, impeccably dressed, stood there, bored. Olivia Chen, socialite extraordinaire. David's mistress. She offered me a check. "My Leo said it was an accident. Boys will be boys. This should be enough to cover the medical bills and keep you quiet." Then her phone rang. It was David. "Yes, I' m handling the other boy' s mother now," she cooed. My husband was concerned for his mistress and their illegitimate son, not ours. The bracelet on Olivia's wrist, an emerald-studded Miller family heirloom, meant for David's wife, for me, shimmered mockingly. My hand went to my phone. David's voicemail. Again. Nothing. My son was hurt, and my husband wouldn't answer. This wasn't anger; it was a cold, hard hatred. A rage that had simmered for a decade, now boiling over. My family, almost ruined. The Millers saved them, but the price was my marriage to David. He didn't want me; he wanted the inheritance clause in the Miller family trust. His firstborn child would control the bulk of the fortune on their tenth birthday. Liam' s tenth birthday was in three days. In three days, the trust would activate. Liam would be in control. I looked from my son's pained face to the arrogant woman wearing my legacy. A cold calm settled over me. Let them have their moment. Their last three days of freedom.
The Billionaire's Ex-Wife: Reclaimed

The Billionaire's Ex-Wife: Reclaimed

I sacrificed everything for him. My ability to have children, gone after a skiing accident where I saved his life. Our Park Avenue penthouse was home to a seemingly perfect marriage, a life of luxury and privilege built on trust. Then, my husband, Ethan, returned from an Austin tech conference. He confessed he’d “messed up” with an intern, dismissed it as a one-time mistake, and claimed it was “handled” – a cold, transactional affair. But months later, the truth exploded at Ethan’s charity gala: Skyler, the intern, appeared, visibly pregnant with twins. He admitted another devastating betrayal. I was sidelined, humiliated, and exiled to our Hamptons house, my world crumbling. Then came the ultimate cruelty: an attack in our own garage, leaving me battered and bleeding, battling a terrifying, stress-induced cancer diagnosis. When I desperately called Ethan for help, he hung up, too busy with his new family. How could the man I’d loved since college, the one whose life I saved, so callously discard me? How could he offer me his mistress’s children and leave me for dead, all while claiming it was 'managed'? My entire life had been shattered, piece by agonizing piece, by the very person who swore to cherish and protect me. Just as I thought I was utterly alone, a powerful rival tycoon, Liam Sterling, arrived. He saw past my pain, offering not just escape, but a daring plan: a strategic marriage. And the ultimate deception: faking complete amnesia. It was my only weapon, my last chance to reclaim my life, expose their treachery, and finally get my revenge.
The CEO Wants Me- Heiress Has Risen Again

The CEO Wants Me- Heiress Has Risen Again

Claire Harrington grew up in the shadow of Eleanor Harrington, her mother-the woman who built one of Ashford City's most feared media empires. Eleanor exposed scandals, toppled rivals, and destroyed reputations without blinking. When Eleanor died suddenly, her empire collapsed in flames of lawsuits and corruption, dragging Claire into the ashes. At her lowest, Claire thought she had found salvation in Adrian Blackwood, CEO of Blackwood Corporation. But Adrian never wanted salvation for her. He wanted revenge. Years ago, Eleanor Harrington's media empire had smeared his father, driving him to ruin and an early death. Adrian saw Claire not as a wife, but as a weapon for payback. "You married me out of love?" Claire whispered on the night he revealed the truth. Adrian's eyes were cold. "Love? No, Claire. I married you so every time you look at me, you remember the price of your mother's sins." Humiliated and discarded, Claire refuses to be broken. With nothing left, she claws her way into Whitestone Media, a struggling independent newsroom. There she begins to rebuild herself, learning the very weapons her mother once wielded-truth, influence, and scandal. Her allies are few. Olivia Price, a sharp-witted colleague who refuses to let Claire give up. Ryan Gallagher, a racer turned whistleblower, whose loyalty challenges Adrian's claim on her. Yet Adrian never lets her go. Every time Claire rises, he drags her back into his world of power plays and media wars. "Publish another word against me, Claire, and I'll bury you," Adrian warns, pinning her with the same intensity that once undid her. She lifts her chin. "Go ahead, Adrian. Bury me. Just remember who taught me how to dig." As Felicity Monroe, Adrian's ambitious fiancée, maneuvers to secure her place beside him, Claire unearths shocking secrets about Eleanor's empire. The Harrington legacy hides more than scandal-it holds the truth about Adrian's family's destruction, and the possibility that he, too, has been
The Runaway Heiress And Her Secret Triplets

The Runaway Heiress And Her Secret Triplets

I opened the door to my penthouse, only to see my stepsister's limited-edition Louboutins discarded on the foyer rug. Walking into the master bedroom, I caught my fiancé and my stepsister tangled naked in my bed. When I went back to the family estate to settle the score, my father didn't even care. Instead, he and my stepmother demanded I take my stepsister's place to save the family's reputation. "You will marry the seventy-year-old billionaire next month. We can't ruin your sister's life," my father ordered. Looking at their hypocritical faces, the last shred of my family affection died completely. They really thought I would just accept being their sacrificial pawn while they stole my mother's legacy. So, I pinned them down with a blackmail video of the affair, extorted my father for my shares, and walked out into the freezing night. To numb the betrayal, I went to an underground club, slept with a terrifyingly powerful stranger, and left a red lipstick note on his forehead. "Your technique sucks. Keep the change." Then, I vanished abroad without a trace. Five years later, I returned to New York with my three children, ready to take back everything that was mine. But I didn't expect that the "cheap gigolo" from that night was actually Kendall James, the most ruthless corporate titan in the city. And he had just spotted my five-year-old son—his exact miniature replica—standing right beside me.