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THE BILLIONAIRE'S BADASS WIFE

THE BILLIONAIRE'S BADASS WIFE

A woman named Isabella Thompson is walking alone in a heavy downpour at night. She falls beside a black car on the curb and desperately crawls into it, realizing that she would be found frozen to death in the rain by morning. However, she doesn't notice the strong smell of blood in the air. In the dark, a pair of dark eyes with a bluish tint snap open and dart to her with a sharp light in them. The owner of the eyes, a severely injured man, tries to push her away, but he's too weak. Isabella lowers her head and presses her body against the man's toned body, angering him. The rain finally subsides into a drizzle, and Isabella wakes up in the car the next morning, trying to recall how she ended up there. Isabella is outside her parents' house, where she overhears a conversation between Samantha Lang, a famous TV personality and her fan, and another person. Samantha insults Isabella and reveals that they were swapped at birth, which explains the odd atmosphere at home lately. Isabella was taken to a five-star hotel in Dawton City, but she escaped because she realized she had been set up. She feels wistful and wants to think that Mr. and Mrs. Thompson are still her parents, even if she is not related to them. However, she hears Mrs. Thompson say that Isabella is a cheap girl who does not deserve to be Samantha's servant, and that the Lang family would not recognize her as their daughter.
My Hockey Nemesis

My Hockey Nemesis

"You think he's weak because he's in a wheelchair?" I whispered, stepping between them. "He is The strongest man I've ever known." Arthur Pearson laughed, dark and cold. "Oh please Lena, he is a hypocrite and fucking pathetic. And No. I hate him because he has the one thing I've wanted since the day we crossed parts." Ethan gripped the wheels of his chair until his knuckles turned white. "You can take my career. You can take my fucking legs, Pearson. But she will never be yours" Arthur stepped closer, his jaw tightening. "Watch me." He growls, then pulls me in for a kiss. Lena Carter lost everything. The love of her life was left bedridden after a devastating on-ice collision, and the man responsible was hockey's golden captain, Arthur Pearson. Since that day, Lena has dedicated her life to caring for Ethan, drowning in debt while sacrificing the future she once dreamed of. The last person she ever expected to see again was Arthur... She hates him. He knows it. When forced to work together, their icy exchanges soon ignite into something far more dangerous.A heated confrontation turns into a passionate kiss neither of them can forget. And with every encounter, the line between hatred and desire blurs. Caught between the man she's loved for years and the man she swore she'd never forgive, Lena finds herself trapped in a ruthless game neither of them is willing to lose. As old rivalries resurface, buried truths makes their way to the surface, one desperate to protect the truth. The other will do anything to keep it buried. But when every lie finally shatters, who will Lena choose... the man she blamed for destroying her life, or the man who has been destroying it all along?
The Power of Seduction

The Power of Seduction

Giovanni Martinez is a playboy, he really likes to flirt and he has a lot of flings. But any one of those girls, is just a past time. A word relationship and love is not his lines, the word love is never existing on his life. But one day, he meets Belinda. A not ordinary woman who takes his interest, care and time. What would happen next if Belinda doesn't love her? Because of her terrible past life. In the area of ​​conception, a street dance is being happily performed that includes young people from the south school. Most of them wear traditional costumes while dancing the sto nino. Some are even dressed up as they call it, they have different clothes and tricks while walking along the san nicolas road. The Martinez family was there and socializing with the residents there. The young martinez couldn't help but fold his arms because of the boredom that was taking over his system. This celebration was a 'boring event' for him. He wanted to go back to Manila and work. It would rather deal with the barrage of work on site than die of boredom here while watching young people dance. ”Thank you for the donation you gave..” he looked at the teachers who were deeply grateful to his grandfather. This is Rodolfo Martinez His grandfather was a Dean in Fatima, where Giovanni Martinez studied high school and college, the young man did nothing but women and alcohol. That's why even now at the age of twenty-five, he still doesn't have any serious women among the ones he meets. ”We will be back here next month, my grandson. He is an engineer and he will handle the new school that will be built here.." Giovanni was insulted because of his great grandfather's behavior. There was nothing he could do but obey, he was even more afraid of his grandfather than his parents who were not here. Besides, only his uncle was with them and his young nephew. "Isn't it a grandchild?" ”Yes, I will do my best to build a nice building here..” that was Giovanni's answer that almost came out of his nose, he had given up on this province. He was impatient and felt like he was going to pass out at any moment. He wanted to escape his grandfather to go home to Manila first. ”Excuse me, I'm just looking for something to drink..” the gentleman nodded as he was surrounded by bodyguards, a bodyguard was about to follow but giovanni suddenly shook his head. ”I can handle myself, stop following me..” said in a gruff and authoritative voice, the man retreated when the gentleman signaled him to let his grandson go. Giovanni was relieved to escape from that group, but because it was a fiesta in the town they went to, he met waves of people. The suit he was wearing almost got tangled because of the young people he met, add to that the many children scattered around begging for alms. "This place is getting on my nerves!" He fixed his necktie when he got to the car, but because of the heat, he was really thirsty. Those people didn't even think to give them water. "I won't ever come back here!" he walked towards the cooler vendors, he didn't usually do this but he had no choice but to drink it because his throat would be dry if he didn't drink it. "How much?" the shopkeepers push each other because of his good looks, the girls can't shake each other as to which one of them "Only five pesos brother handsome.." ”Can i have one, please..” he heard an accented cry, he was used to it so he just ignored it. How many women are screaming his name, begging for his attention and thirsting for his smile. ”Keep the change..” he said five hundred times before he winked at the two, the women almost fainted at that wink and giovanni woke up. "He's handsome!" that was the last thing he heard before finally crossing the road with the glass of buko juice. He was about to drink it when suddenly someone took it from his hand. "Holysh*t!" a dirty woman drank from the joint she bought, with messy hair and the smell of the road in front of her.. ”That's f*cking mine!” the girl looked at him with a blink, giovanni wondered why her eyes were green. But because he was annoyed, he passed it with almost cursing coming out of his mouth. "I hate this s*ck place!" he was kicking the wheel of his car before opening the door, but suddenly his cellphone rang causing him to be unable to get in. He grabbed it from his pocket and his grandfather's name came out easily. He answered that without hesitation. ”Im on my way home..” that's what giovanni said in an irritable voice. He wanted to leave this place, he was not used to simple things especially people wondering about his clothes. "Someone took my cane, I can't see it.." "Grandpa, I want to go home. There is an emergency on site and I am needed there..” ”I want that cane, if you see the girl with it, block it!” ”Yes lo, I will...” he hung up while frowning, was it also a cane? Why didn't he buy a new one? He has a lot of money! He entered the car with almost a bang, he felt to
The Wife He Thought He Buried

The Wife He Thought He Buried

The last thing Chloe Field saw before the darkness took her was her husband's face. Standing over the smoking wreckage of her car, Grey King wore a faint, chilling smile. Just three days earlier, he had told her he wished she were out of his life forever. As blood filled her throat, Chloe finally believed him. She died convinced the man she loved had left her to die. Three years later, Chloe wakes in a body that isn't hers. Reborn as Azra-beautiful, sharp, and untouchable-she makes a silent vow: Grey King will pay for what he did. Her plan is simple: make him fall so deeply in love with Azra that losing her will destroy him the way he destroyed Chloe. But revenge becomes dangerous when Grey falls first. Drawn to Azra's fiery confidence-the very strength Chloe never had the chance to show him-Grey pursues her relentlessly. Yet the closer Azra gets to the man she swore to destroy, the more the truth behind her death begins to unravel. The husband she believed was her killer may be innocent. The family she trusted may be hiding the betrayal that led to her death. And her impossible resurrection carries a price someone else secretly paid. Now Azra faces a choice she never expected to make: Destroy the man she still loves, or expose the truth-and risk losing her heart all over again. She returned for vengeance. She stayed for the truth. But she never planned to fall in love with her husband twice.
The Lies We Marry For

The Lies We Marry For

The white lace of my wedding dress felt heavy on my shoulders. This was supposed to be the happiest day of my life. Then Mark' s voice, a mere whisper, shattered everything. "I can't do this, Chloe." He stood there, perfectly tailored, his eyes avoiding mine. "I'm sorry," he finally managed, "I love Ashley. We're already married." The world tilted. My bouquet fell, scattering petals on the cold stone. A mechanical voice, only I could hear, boomed in my head: `[System Alert: Primary Life Mission 'Marry Mark Johnson' has failed.]` `[System Failure initiating... Host life functions will terminate in 60 seconds.]` I collapsed, a crushing pain in my chest. Mark just stared, frozen in cowardice. Ashley, my stepsister, rushed in. Not to help me, but to pull Mark away. "Mark, let's go! She'll be fine," she snapped, a look of pure triumph on her face. They left me to die on the church floor. `[30 seconds remaining.]` My world was almost dark. Suddenly, a stranger burst in, desperate to help. He threw himself over me as a chandelier crashed down. He saved me, but lost his legs. Three years later, I was married to him, Ethan Miller. Out of gratitude, I gave him my life. Tonight, our anniversary, I overheard him talking to his friend. "Tell her what? That I'm the best actor in the world?" Ethan laughed, his voice cold. "What happens when she finds out your legs are perfectly fine?" Ashley had put him up to it. My life, my sacrifice, was all orchestrated. My salvation was a lie. My marriage, a cage. The pain was worse than any system countdown. I looked at the man I married, the hero I thought he was. A stranger. A liar. A conspirator with my sister. This had to end. I would burn it all to the ground.
The Unseen Scars of Her Lies

The Unseen Scars of Her Lies

My passport was in my hand, my bag zipped, when my girlfriend, Sophia, walked in, fresh from a trip with another man. "What are you doing, Ethan?" she asked, her voice airy as she flaunted a high-end jewelry bag. She still thought I was just throwing a tantrum. But when I told her I was leaving her, the playful mask slipped, revealing the cold, calculating woman beneath. Then she laughed, sharp and condescending, suggesting an insincere wedding to make my "sick sister" feel important. My blood turned to ice. She didn't know. How could she? Lily was already dead. The memory of her last breath, just after Sophia's engagement party with Mark Peterson, burned in my chest. Her organ rejection, the doctors said, was triggered by emotional shock from seeing Sophia with another man. When I begged Sophia for the money I'd saved with her for Lily's treatment, she coldly refused, hanging up on me, even having her bodyguards throw me out of their mansion. Lily died on New Year's Eve, holding my hand as fireworks lit the sky. And now, Sophia offered a wedding, a shallow gesture, an insult to Lily's grave. My art, my life's passion, she called "nothing" as she destroyed my supplies, sending a wooden box crashing into my forehead, leaving me bleeding. "I need the money back," I told her, referring to the fortune I had entrusted to her over seven years, money she had instead spent on Mark and their extravagant future. She laughed, calling it "pocket change." What words could capture the horror, the utter betrayal, of realizing the woman you loved had systematically stripped you of everything-even the memory of your dead sister? What deeper depths of cruelty could she sink to? Later, as I fled, she drained my bank accounts, every last cent of my life' s savings. But a new life called to me-the prestigious international art gallery' s offer-a chance that felt like a flicker of hope after so much despair. Now, finally free, I was ready to live for myself.