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'The Billionaire's Secret

'The Billionaire's Secret

"I just want to know why you're distancing yourself." "I want to know," he said with a deep sigh, his voice still trembling. "I want to know why you have to say those things to Yves!?" "What things?" "That you love me?" "Why? Don't I?" She sobbed even harder. Nena shook, her weakened arms slipping from the young man's grip, so Clint held onto her tighter. She shook her head in protest. "Don't I, Nena?" She shook her head. "N-No!" "No?!" he mocked despite his tears. "Didn't I make you feel it? You know my actions were stating it clearly, Nena. How much I want you, how much I need you, how much I hunger for you, damn it, Nena!" tears streamed down the man's cheeks. "How could you not feel it?" "If you love me, that sex is not the only basis!" she cried. "I needed something more than that! Love is what I needed, not just sex!" "My love was with it, with my kisses, with my every touch, Nena," the man weakly defended. "That's the only way I can show you I love you because I thought, I thought I haven't progressed yet. I loved before, and I believed he loved me because, like you, no matter how crude and foolish my actions were, it was okay. No matter how cruel I am to you, in bed or outside of it, you just took it. It's my fault if I hurt you; I am constantly testing you because..." He struggled to continue, a lump in his throat before exhaling it all, "I am constantly testing you because I promised myself that... if someone attempts to make me fall in love again, they should suffer for it. All my love, all my effort... everyone took them all for granted, way too many times, Nena! Too many! My family, my brother, that wretched two-timer, all of them! And deep down, I know that if you do the same to me and I don't take caution..." his lips quivered as tears continued to flow freely from his eyes, "... I think I'll die, Nena... I might die, Nena. I've only just started holding back my feelings for you, and it hurts so much." He bowed his head, tasting his own tears as they landed on his lips. "Why?" she cried. "Why like this?" She lifted her gaze to the man. "You're so unfair." Even her hands were shaking now, not just her voice. "They hurt you, yet you didn't make them suffer to feel loved. I, who truly love you, you make suffer!" "I'm sorry," he said, staring with tears wetting his face.
A Contract Marriage With My Boss!

A Contract Marriage With My Boss!

Serena has to accept her greedy father and evil stepmother's arrangement to marry a dying man, Matthew Harrington, in order to save her seriously ill grandmother. Everyone laughed at Serena, ridiculing her for becoming a widow at such a young age. But it didn't occur to those foolish people that after the marriage Serena was completely free and began a plan for revenge without a care in the world! What's even more unexpected is that her husband is the mysterious boss she's always admired! *** Matthew Harrington, rumored to be dead, is actually the heir to the richest family, the mysterious genius entrepreneur. Matthew was hoping to settle this ridiculous marriage with a two-year contract, but then he realized that Serena did seem to be different from other women... But just as he's delivering with all his heart, the woman actually disappears! *** (Sample) "Boss, when it comes to matters of men and women, we should be equal. Besides, even if you like me, it's unrequited love. I've declined your advances from the beginning. You had no right to inform Grandpa." Matthew responded with a mocking smile. "I like YOU?" In response to Matthew's mocking words, Serena clenched her teeth, took a deep breath, and was about to respond when the hospital door swung open, and the doctor entered the room. "Sir, please sign this document. If you're not comfortable, a family member can sign on your behalf," the doctor explained, holding out the paper. Given his weakened condition, Matthew had no desire to get out of bed. He glanced at Serena and indicated that she should sign. Serena, looking perplexed, turned her head to the doctor. "Why are you looking at me? The doctor said a FAMILY MEMBER should sign it, and I'm not your family." Matthew's lips curved into a thin, mocking smile, and a flicker of frustration passed through his eyes. "If you're not my family, then am I married to a ghost?" WHAT?!
From Frumpy to CEO: Her Reckoning

From Frumpy to CEO: Her Reckoning

As the heiress to Vance Corp, I was groomed to inherit a multi-billion dollar empire, but everyone, especially the four "Vance Fellows" meant to be my future partners, saw me as the awkward, frumpy girl who couldn' t possibly lead. I even harbored a foolish crush on Julian Hayes, the charismatic golden boy among them. Then, our corporate systems were hit by a catastrophic cyberattack, bleeding millions by the minute. As I barked urgent orders to shut down the breach, Julian, instead of helping, just smirked, calling me "hysterical" and letting the company burn, while he and the others consoled my seemingly distraught assistant, Chloe. The company lost over two hundred million dollars under their complacent watch, and my reputation on the board was shattered just as Julian intended: viewed as an unstable, emotional girl unfit to lead. That night, I overheard their cruel laughter: Julian, Chloe, and the others, plotting to steal my company, calling me "frumpy" and "broken," vowing to fire me once they took over. The final straw? Watching Chloe, directed by them, trample my late mother' s cherished rose garden, destroying the last piece of her legacy for their amusement. The pain was a cold, sharp shard, fueled by the sheer betrayal from those I once trusted. How could they be so utterly callous, so consumed by ambition? They continued to underestimate me, spreading malicious rumors, leaking stories of my "erratic behavior" to the press, and isolating me after my father collapsed, thinking I was powerless and broken. They saw surrender in my silence, weakness in my grief, and a prime opportunity to seize everything I held dear. They were so, so wrong. From that moment, the awkward heiress was gone, replaced by a woman forged in fire. I moved in the shadows, meticulously planning their downfall. Now, watch me walk into that shareholders' meeting, not as a victim, but as the true CEO. Watch me reclaim my legacy. And watch them face the thunder of my quiet storm.