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His Hidden Wife: The Purser's Secret

His Hidden Wife: The Purser's Secret

For five years, Nora Vance's marriage to billionaire CEO Julian Sinclair existed solely on paper, sustained by a monthly wire transfer and an unbreakable rule of total anonymity. As a purser for his airline, she was perfectly content being a ghost in his life. That fragile peace shattered the day she caught him emerging from an airport restroom with a disheveled socialite. Instead of ignoring her, Julian grabbed her wrist in front of her entire crew, dragged her into the very same restroom, and punished her with a brutal, claiming kiss. Her quiet life was instantly destroyed. He forced a massive diamond ring back onto her finger and dragged her to his family's sprawling estate, throwing her to the wolves. At the dinner table, his mother openly humiliated her, while Julian merely used her as a shield to deflect his father's demands for an heir. When her abusive stepfather called to extort her, Julian intercepted the phone. But instead of helping her, he cornered her on the dark terrace, his eyes filled with absolute contempt, accusing her of conspiring to siphon his family's wealth. Nora's heart turned to ice. For five years, he hadn't cared if she lived or died. Why was he suddenly dragging her into the light, changing the rules without warning, and treating her with such possessive cruelty? "Starting tomorrow, you're moving back into the estate. Remember your place." Looking at the ruthless man who held all the power, Nora stopped fighting and smiled a bitter, brittle smile. If he was determined to brand her as a grasping gold-digger, then starting tomorrow, she would show him exactly how expensive playing his wife could be.
Marriage of Convenience and nothing more

Marriage of Convenience and nothing more

Nelly Robinson stood at a crossroads, burdened by her grandmother's escalating hospital bills and the profound grief of losing her only support. The weight of the circumstances pressed down on her, leaving her with no choice but to take action. With determination in her heart, she made the difficult decision to drop out of college, a bold step fueled by the urgent need for financial stability and independence. As she began her new life as a waitress at a bustling restaurant, she quickly learned that the job was rife with challenges. The clatter of dishes and the cacophony of voices surrounded her as she navigated the often turbulent waters of demanding customers, each interaction testing her patience and resolve. Then, fate intervened in the form of Jason Wilson, a commanding presence who exuded confidence and charisma. His sharp suit and piercing gaze made it clear that he was a force to be reckoned with in the world of business. After a one night stand with her, he presented her with an unexpected yet compelling offer-a marriage contract-Nelly's heart raced with a mix of excitement and apprehension. At that moment, she understood that her life was on the brink of a breathtaking transformation, one that promised to shatter her current reality and open doors to new adventures filled with both challenges and opportunities. What awaits her as she marries the wealthy CEO, especially when she starts receiving death threats from his parents' favored bride, Diana? What will happen when she discovers that she is the missing heir to the Robinson's Enterprise?
That Summer I met HIm

That Summer I met HIm

The leaves fell down around us. The summer sun's heat pierces my skin but I couldn't care less. The sunlight bathed everything with that fairytale glow. The sweet breeze blew. The kids walking hand in hand as they ate their ice cream sort of brought me back into the past. Today was like the day I met him: Me, riding a bicycle and him, walking down the pavement. I grab the handle of the bicycle and watch him as he make his way towards me. I do not know why I feel nervous. A trickle of sweat drip on the side of my face, my heart beat fast and I could hardly breathe. He was meters away, until it grow shorter to a foot and then bam, he bumped into me and we fall down, him on top of me. This felt like a deja vù, like it was our very first encounter. We scurried to get up but ended up bumping our heads together. I glared at him as he got up, He didn't even offer me a hand. He didn't even give me a second glance. He just passed by me. Not noticing me. Not even looking at me. I let go of the bicycle and turn to face him. I remove the helmet that I was wearing and grip it tightly before screaming, "YAH! My hands curled into a fist and before I know it, the helmet I was holding was already flying towards him.I raise my hand as if to save him but it collided on his head right before I could even react. It sounded a hollow thump and a pronounced groan. His hands made his way to the back of his head as he turn and face me. With those eyes that seem like it was murdering me, he chase me off and I hastily took my bicycle and ran. I couldn't help but feel happy instead of guilty as he ran after me. This was like before. This was like that summer, that summer I met him.
The prince’s choice.

The prince’s choice.

Hortavie is a young single mother who no longer believes in love. One day, she learns from her best friend, Roxane, that the prince will be back in the country and will organize a meeting with several candidates to find his wife. She also tells him that several girls have already signed up, including celebrities. Roxane decides to register her friend without her knowledge and it is the day when she has to go to the villa that she lets her know that she has to go there since she has been registered and selected... Preface: Clack ! Clack! Clack! That's the sound of Roxane's heels as she hurries into the living room where her best friend, Hortavie, is sitting. - ROXANE: Did you hear the news? The prince is going back home to find his future wife and he is organizing a meeting with several candidates randomly selected after registration. I advise you to sign up too. Who knows? You might be his choice! - HORTAVIE: You know very well that I'm not interested in relationships anymore since Daniel betrayed me by abandoning me with our daughter, so I won't sign up and then you think he'll leave all those famous and rich girls for a poor single mother like me? Forget it, I'm not interested! Roxane decides to register her friend without her knowledge and it's the day when she has to go to the villa that she lets her know that she has to go there since she has been registered and selected...
He Said No, She Found Love

He Said No, She Found Love

The last thing I remembered was the cold. It was the kind of cold that seeped into your bones, mocking the thin dress you wore. I was dying in a dark, abandoned warehouse, our son Leo trembling beside me. Then, his voice. Over the kidnapper' s phone, Harrison Hayes, the man I' d loved for years, flatly declared: "Wrong number. I don' t know them." He didn' t know me. He didn' t know Leo. Five years of a miserable marriage dissolved into one brutal truth: he resented me, seeing my existence as the ruin of his life. My death, simply a convenient erasure. And then, nothing. A profound, silent void. Until, a voice, warm and familiar, broke through the darkness: "Ava? Happy birthday." My eyes snapped open. I wasn't in a warehouse. I was at my 21st birthday dinner, staring at a younger Harrison, before the resentment carved lines around his mouth. This was the night it all began, the night I confessed my desperate love. But this time, the memory of his callous "Wrong number" burned. The phantom ache of my son' s absence was a hollow void in my chest. I would not make the same mistake. I would not confess. I would let him go. I would let him have his perfect life with his perfect Charlotte. When Charlotte Evans, his first love, walked in, I didn't fight. I left. I walked out into the cool night, hailing a cab, for the naive girl I had been, for the son who would now never exist. The pain was immense. But underneath it, a fragile seed of freedom took root. I wouldn' t be a victim. I would save myself. My first call was to my parents' lawyer. I was activating a forgotten betrothal agreement. I was going to Daniel Thorne.