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Babysitting Dylan

Babysitting Dylan

Jocelyn, it's out the Babysitter post is out but..." Daisy said scratching her neck in a stylish way "But what" Jocelyn asked impatiently "Only a male Babysitter needed" Daisy said dropping the bombshell "What!!" Jocelyn said Jocelyn and Daisy were seated facing one another,the price was even increase,if I work for just two month,I would be able to give my children good life"Jocelyn said "I have an idea" Daisy said "What idea?"Jocelyn asked "Disguise as a man"Daisy said,Jocelyn eyes almost pop out of the socket "I know that you don't like me but why did you want to send me into a wolf den,didn't you heard that the boss was a cold hearted man,what if I get killed at a small mistake" Jocelyn said dramatically "Coming from a girl who said 'if she was send into a wolf den she would make friends with them and become their Alpha queen or Luna,think about the amount of the money" Daisy said "You're right,I would go but if anything happen to me,you won't go scot free,if I die you,you die,you know you are my dear blossom friends" Jocelyn said "No now,at least someone should help you spend the money" Daisy said avoiding eye contact with her "You're not a good friend" Jocelyn said "I never said I was before" Daisy said Jocelyn was dressed up as a man,her long hair was roll into a bun which allow her to wear a wig She look exactly like a man "Wealth Family here I come" she said walking out Grab šŸæ, settle down šŸ‘‡, buckle up and follow me Don't miss out! •••••••• Dylan Wealth the young master of the wealth family, He's frustrating, He's annoying, And he's just 6 years of age, His father Kingsley Wealth is well known as a famous billionaire,who runs and owns different company in countries . He was also known for his cold behavior,he was never spotted with a woman,he avoided them like plaque He's just 28 years of age,young and so handsome,his handsomeness is blinding,he was like a fallen angel from heaven,he is attractive,beautiful,clean-cut,dapper,elegant,good-looking,graceful, and lovely. His body features was one of a kind,it was no doubt that his son got his cuteness from him,he was just like a small version of him,cute and has an innocent look which deceive people,just as the saying "Never judge a book by its cover",he is a devil in disguise. He has made his father fire all the nannies that work for him for just little mistake,most of the nanny who came to take care of him,only came for his father,this got him mad and ask his father not to get him a female nanny,but a male nanny. The only person Kingsley care for was his son same goes to Dylan thou they do have some argument The family has been so uptight until she came in Who's she? What can she do? Who can put Dylan in his place? Who can melt the icy billionaire's heart? Who's Dylan mother? Will Dylan and the lady get along? What is the reason behind Kingsley cold behavior? This is a very intriguing and interesting story. You don't wanna miss for anything at all.... Grab your popcorn šŸæ, settle down šŸ‘‡, buckle up and follow me Don't miss out! •••••••••
His Reckoning, Her Triumph

His Reckoning, Her Triumph

Six years. That' s how long it had been since Mark Johnson chose to walk away, leaving me to face my family' s ruin alone. Now he stood in my apartment, polished and powerful, fully expecting to find me broken and waiting for him. Instead, I was sprawled on a worn sofa, cradling my sleeping baby, Liam. Mark' s perfectly sculpted face twisted in disbelief, then disgust, as he laid eyes on my son. "Whose is that?" he spat, then, eyeing my faded clothes and humble home, added, "I mean, who' s the father? Have you no shame?" He offered to take me back as his mistress and "find a good family" for Liam, as if my child were dispensable cargo. Then he grabbed my arm, revealing an ugly, jagged scar on my forearm-a relic from the "halfway house" he' d sent me to. Chloe, my stepsister, ever the innocent puppet master, smoothly deflected his concern, painting me as a reckless delinquent. It worked. Any flicker of understanding in Mark' s eyes hardened into contempt. "You' ve become something ugly, Ava," he told me, letting go as if I were contaminating. I knew he wasn' t disappointed in himself, only in me for not suffering prettily. He lunged for my throat, then for Liam, snarling that my son's absence might "make me see reason." Just as despair choked me, the door crashed open. "Get your hands off of them." Jake Stone, my friend, my partner, my savior, stepped into the room, his presence a shield. He took Liam, comforting him before turning to Mark, his voice calm but lethal. "I'm the man who's here now," he stated. "And I'm telling you to get out." I stood beside Jake, tears drying, my voice clear. "You left me to rot for six years. Jake was the one who pulled me from the wreckage. He' s more of a man than you will ever be."
Phoenix Project: Her True Self

Phoenix Project: Her True Self

The date of my father' s funeral, circled in red on the kitchen calendar, also marked the day I decided to leave Mark. The decision settled into me with a cold, hollow certainty as I washed dishes, my hands immersed in warm water but my soul feeling frozen. Then, a black government car pulled up, out stepped General Sterling, my father' s commanding officer and once mine, now the only one who checked in on me. He sat in my living room, explaining the program needed me, that my name was at the top of the list for the elite "Phoenix" project. I, Elara Vance, once an expert pilot, a national hero who saved lives, now spent my days scrubbing floors, my hands chapped and unpolished. Just as the General tried to remind me of the woman I used to be, the front door burst open. My son, Leo, raced in with Julia, our neighbor, and her son Cody, excitedly showing off an expensive drone Julia had bought for him, a replacement for one Mark had claimed was "falling apart." Mark, my husband, walked in right behind them, beaming, ruffling Leo's hair, completely ignoring me and the uniformed General in our living room. He looked right past me, telling me to "make some snacks for the boys" as if I were a servant, a humiliation that burned, a decorated officer reduced to fetching food in my own home. Julia gave me a sweet, pitying smile, while my son cheered as Mark replaced my framed picture in my flight suit with the drone box on the mantel. Mark then cruelly asserted that my dead father and my past meant nothing, that I was "weak" and had "gotten soft," while Julia suggested I was unwell and should "lie down." Then, Leo, my own son, shoved me. I fell, hitting the coffee table, a blinding pain shooting through me; through the agony, I saw Leo's triumphant face and Cody's subtle thumbs-up-they had planned it. Lying in the hospital, my hip throbbing, I overheard Cody and Leo gloating about their plan: my injury meant I' d "go away for a long time," and Julia could replace me, becoming Leo' s new mother. My son, my own flesh and blood, had been turned against me, wishing I was "more like your mom," echoing Mark' s casual cruelty and Julia' s saccharine poison, shattering the last fragments of hope for my family. In that sterile, silent room, a cold, hard clarity descended: the lie I' d been living was over, and the bond with them was severed. The medical staff then revealed Julia needed a directed blood donation, as I was a match for her rare type. Mark, accompanied by Julia, demanded I give blood to the woman who conspired against me, showing more concern for her than for his injured wife. "No," I said, looking at him with pity. General Sterling reappeared, revealing Julia's anemia was chronic and had disqualified her from military service years ago. Understanding the game, I agreed to the donation, knowing it would lull them into a false sense of security, a final act before destroying their carefully constructed world. Drained and alone after the donation, Leo visited, offering a wilted flower, murmuring that Cody said I' d be mad and "probably won\'t come home." Watching him walk away, every flicker of maternal instinct died; he was theirs, and I was finally, blessedly free. Two days later, discharged, I returned to a house reeking of Julia' s perfume, my photo gone, and Julia directing a cleaning lady in my kitchen. When Mark, irritated, said I was "in no position to make demands" and tried to physically escort me to my room, something snapped. In one fluid motion, I sidestepped his grab, used his momentum against him, and pinned him face-down on the living room carpet in a compliance hold. "You are mistaken," I whispered, my voice that of Commander Vance, of Phoenix. "I am not weak. I am not your patient. And this is not your house." I ordered Julia out, then walked out myself, leaving Mark and Julia in the ruins of the life they thought they controlled, ready to reclaim my own.
Signed In Ink, Sealed In Love

Signed In Ink, Sealed In Love

What began as a simple contract was never supposed to turn into forever. Aria Bennett and Leo Moretti first crossed paths in high school, two people from completely different worlds. Aria was determined, independent, and grounded by a modest upbringing. Leo was the heir to the powerful Moretti family-wealthy, controlled, and used to getting what he wanted. Their lives collided when a bold idea turned into an unexpected agreement: a relationship contract meant to benefit them both without emotions getting involved. It was supposed to be temporary. Strategic. Safe. But love rarely follows rules written on paper. As the years pass, what started as a calculated arrangement slowly deepens into something real. Through university life, family expectations, business pressures, and personal insecurities, Leo and Aria find themselves fighting not only the world around them-but the feelings growing between them. When old enemies resurface and danger threatens the life they've built, Leo realizes that Aria is no longer just a part of a contract. She is his future, his partner, and the only person he cannot lose. Their love is tested by betrayal, fear, and moments that could tear them apart-but each challenge only strengthens the bond they never meant to create. From secret proposals and grand gestures to life-changing moments of vulnerability, Leo and Aria discover that love isn't something you negotiate. It's something you fight for. Their journey takes them from contract to commitment, from chaos to devotion, and finally to the life they never planned but always needed-marriage, family, and two beautiful daughters who redefine what happiness means. Because sometimes the most powerful promises aren't the ones spoken aloud... They're the ones signed in ink and sealed in love.
Her Son, His Secret

Her Son, His Secret

For five years, I clung to the memory of Liam, my husband, lost to a mysterious accident. Then he reappeared, a month ago, but he was a stranger, stripped of his memories of me, and worse, he brought her-Chloe, the sweet, innocent woman he' d met while he was gone. Now, Chloe, pregnant with Liam' s child, slid a half-million-dollar check across my own mahogany table, a cruel offer to buy me out of my marriage. Liam, when he walked in, only cemented my nightmare, his face softening for her and hardening in cold impatience for me, accusing me of bothering her in my own home. He even suggested I help Chloe plan their wedding, believing her lies about his lost child that once was ours. Cold rage replaced my heartbreak; if he wanted a wedding planner, I' d be the best-and then disappear, completely. But Chloe' s cruelty didn' t stop. She orchestrated my kidnapping, gloating that Liam' s amnesia was her doing, a drug she' d used for years to erase me. When Liam found me, battered and bruised, he accused me of faking it all to frame Chloe. My world shattered, but amidst the wreckage, an email arrived: my permanent residency in New Zealand was approved. I signed the divorce papers, ready to leave, just as my brother texted: Liam had another accident, hit his head, and remembered everything. Without hesitation, I broke my phone' s SIM card and tossed it, choosing to leave the pieces of my past behind. Two years later, Liam, haunted and remorseful, found me in New Zealand, wanting to apologize and fix what was broken, desperate to know about the son clinging to my leg-Leo. "No, Liam. He is not yours. He is mine." I told him, crushing his impossible hope. I explained that the love I had for him, and our future, had simply transferred to Leo, the family we were supposed to have. At Leo' s first birthday, a deranged Chloe attacked me with a knife, Liam, true to his word (and perhaps seeking redemption), threw himself in front of me, and took the fatal blow, paying his debt. I felt nothing but a transaction completed; his life for my stolen five years. Later, a tall, impeccably dressed stranger arrived, his face uncannily like Leo' s. "My name is Julian Davenport," he said, his gaze fixed on my son. "I believe you have my son. The clinic made a rather significant error with my donation. It seems they gave you the premier sample by mistake. So, I've come to collect him."
His Regret, Her Rise: The Heiress Awakens

His Regret, Her Rise: The Heiress Awakens

Thanksgiving at my fiancĆ© Ryan' s family home should have been a celebration. Instead, I watched him dote on his widowed sister, Nicole, ignoring me completely. The final straw wasn't the pecan pie Ryan, my own fiancĆ©, gave to her, claiming it was her favorite, even though it was my late mother' s recipe and "our thing." It was the quiet conversation I overheard: Ryan telling his dad he was signing the deed to our shared home – the one I poured my entire inheritance into – over to Nicole next week. When confronted, he showed no remorse, dismissing my feelings and arguing Nicole "needed" it. He and his mother then brazenly called me selfish for daring to react. His family' s audacity reached its peak when Nicole, uninvited, ambushed me at my office, staging a dramatic scene where she publicly branded me a cruel monster attempting to evict a grieving widow and her child. Then Ryan stormed in, pointing a finger, threatening my boss with financial ruin for supposedly enabling my cruelty, and daringly declaring I had "no heart." He had no idea who he was talking to. The smug look on his face vanished when my boss introduced me: not just Stella Anderson, but Stella Chadwick Anderson, heiress to one of the country's largest fortunes. That's when I cut him off, professionally and financially. It was time for him to understand the true cost of underestimating me.
No Longer Her Fool

No Longer Her Fool

Ethan Vanderbilt, heir to a formidable real estate empire, believed he had it all: a thriving business, a sophisticated life, and Isabella Hawthorne, the woman he saved from a shipwreck years ago at the cost of his own future children. His perfect world shattered during their engagement party when Isabella confessed she was pregnant with his rival's baby, then pressed an antique dagger to his abdomen, cruelly demanding he claim the child as his own, rubbing salt in the wound of his infertility. The ultimate humiliation came after I found her with her lover, Liam Spencer, in our penthouse; she pushed me, splitting my head open, then had her guards chain me outside on our 50th-story terrace during a raging storm, casually dismissing our entire relationship as a mere "dynastic necessity." Lying bleeding and soaking wet, listening to her dismiss our life, my decades of devotion, my profound love died, replaced by a chilling clarity and an unyielding rage; how could any human be so cruel, so calculating, after everything I sacrificed for her? But instead of breaking, that betrayal ignited a fire; I walked away from the wreckage of our life, and now, my ex-fiancĆ©e, who thought she held all the cards, is about to learn that a Vanderbilt, scorned and humiliated, doesn't just break—he rebuilds, he retaliates, and he truly lives, with a new bride and a new empire, leaving her with nothing but regret.
The Rejected Wife

The Rejected Wife

Elizabeth, a dreamy young woman mistreated by her father. She is the only girl in the Wolf family and should be protected by her father, but he doesn't have any affection for his daughter. Her fate is determined after the death of her mother; her father intends to sell her as revenge against his deceased wife. However, there is someone who cares for her. Her protector will arrange for someone in his own family to take care of her. Elizabeth strikes a deal with Jonathan Larson, the nephew of the Chief of the United States. Her uncle would never leave the daughter of his beloved deceased in the hands of someone bad, but unknowingly, that is exactly what he does. Elizabeth is sweet and intelligent, even though she is deprived of education, she receives help from her brother to acquire knowledge. But nothing she has learned from books prepares her for what is to come. She will have to prove that she is deserving of this marriage and of Jonathan's heart. She will fight against her father's lies to live this love. Jonathan will marry a woman he despises, and the lies told by his father-in-law will make him hate the woman who will be his wife. However, nothing stays hidden forever, and he will discover that Elizabeth possesses more virtues than he expected to find. It will be his turn to fight for their love. A romance inspired by the tale of Beauty and the Beast with a mafia backdrop, filled with action and breathtaking hot scenes. A story crafted to make the reader sigh, with the premise that forgiveness is the path to happiness.
Billionaire's First Love

Billionaire's First Love

Katy and Alan were a pretty popular couple in their high school. Katy is beautiful and gentle. Alan studied very well. However, love is opposed by Alan's mother. Because Alan has a fiancƩe. Donna is the daughter of Alan's business partner. Alan's mother tries to stop Alan and Katy's love. Alan's mother put on a show, luring Katy to come. She gave her medicine and lay in bed with the two men. Alan sees and misunderstands her. Then Alan's mother transferred Katy a large amount of money and told Alan that Katy negotiated the money for her to leave him. Katy went to Alan to explain and saw Alan kissing Donna at the birthday party. She is heartbroken and breaks up with Alan. Katy doesn't know, this is just a fun game at the birthday party of Alan and friends. After the two broke up, a big event happened to Katy. Katy goes to city X, never seeing Alan again. Years later the two meet again, in two different positions, under two different circumstances, but with one thing in common, Alan's fiancee sneaks around with Katy's fiance, betraying both. And the remarkable thing is Alan's hostile attitude towards Katy. Originally thought it was just a random reunion, then they would never meet again, but God had other arrangements. Katy's company fell into crisis to transfer to someone else, ironically the new director is Alan. Reluctantly both have to work together, Alan hates Katy, she left him for money. At work, it always makes it difficult for her, not giving her peace and freedom. But Alan did not let Katy quit her job, threatened Katy to stay by his side, accepting to let him torture her. During the time of working together, the two's feelings gradually improved. But in the quiet time, a series of old secrets were accidentally revealed. Including the reason why Katy left, that secret is extremely serious leading to a great misunderstanding between Alan and Katy, the relationship that has just flourished is in danger of ruining again. Not to mention, Katy has to suffer from the bad games that Alan's fiancƩe causes, to separate her and him. However, in the end, after trials and tribulations, going through storms together, the two reached a happy shore.
Live Broadcast, Dead Girl's Revenge

Live Broadcast, Dead Girl's Revenge

Two years have passed since my death. Now, my old roommate, Jessica, stands on a grand stage, accepting the "Annual Community Contributor" award. Millions across the nation are watching her flawless smile, her humble nod—a true paragon of virtue. Then, a catastrophic glitch. My old laptop’s desktop, with a candid photo of my stepbrother Michael, flickers onto the massive screen behind her. Michael, in the front row, snarls loud enough for every microphone to catch it, ā€œWhat is that dead girl’s junk doing here? So damn disrespectful!ā€ The live chat goes wild, demanding this "trash" be removed, calling me sick, a psycho, forever "bad news." The host, David, clicks open my "Sarah's Private Posts" folder, exposing my innermost thoughts, my hidden struggles, one excruciating entry at a time. He reads my very first post—detailing a secret donation I made, the same one Jessica brazenly claimed as the start of her own famous charity work. Jessica feigns shock and Michael, clutching her hand, reinforces their elaborate deception, branding me as an obsessive, selfish liar who brought all her troubles on herself. My name, once again, is dragged through the mud, my tragic end blamed on my own "faults," even from beyond the grave. The cameras fixate on Jessica’s carefully staged sorrow, Michael’s theatrical disgust, and the world believes them, condemns me. Didn’t my sacrifices, my pain, my desperate attempts to uncover the truth mean anything? But David, the host, doesn’t stop. He scrolls to the next post, and the one after that. They have no idea what else I left behind. Because my carefully documented words, my secret recordings, and undeniable evidence are about to bring their entire empire crashing down, live on national television.