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The Billionaire's Secret Obsession: She Is Mine

The Billionaire's Secret Obsession: She Is Mine

Julianna was drowning in a corporate warzone, fighting a massive department deficit while fending off her motherโ€™s relentless matchmaking. Then, a ghost from her past returned to shatter her reality. Eight years ago, Aidan Caldwell walked out of her life without a word. Now, he was back in New York as a ruthless billionaire, and a pitch-black Maybach started stalking her in the dim underground garage. She had no idea the driver hiding behind the obsidian-tinted glass was Aidan. She didn't know he had just choked a confession out of an executive, discovering that her "betrayal" eight years ago was a complete lie. "Stay away from her. The rules are mine now." Aidan had warned his rivals, his sanity tearing at the seams as he watched from the shadows while a creepy coworker put an arm around her shoulder. He shattered glasses and crushed her favorite white flowers in his penthouse, driven by a lethal, obsessive jealousy seeing other men touch what belonged to him. Julianna was completely in the dark, feeling only a heavy, predatory stare pinning her to the cold concrete. When a sudden, heartbreaking scent of cedarwood rolled out of the cracked car window, her brain short-circuited. Why was this terrifying stranger stalking her in the shadows? Desperate to save her career, Julianna recklessly agreed to fake an engagement with a wealthy heir this weekend. But she had no idea Aidan had already rigged her company's crisis, and the predator was about to tear her world apart to claim her back.
A Billionaire Bride after one night

A Billionaire Bride after one night

Cursed with the worst luck in the whole universe, Stacy Reeves holds on to the last piece of hope she has for a perhaps better life. This too comes crashing down after a very reckless night with a stranger at a nightclub who turns out to be a popularly dangerous Italian billionaire, Andre Rosello which leads to an unexpected and unwanted pregnancy. *** Andre Rosello is a 27-year-old billionaire with barely any good memories in his life. His father had been in the mafia all his life and had trained him to be just like them - the ruthless beatings and starvation all in the name of boosting his endurance. His childhood was not quite a bed of roses and his adulthood was far from it. Much to his father's disdain, Andre doesn't end up following his line of work, instead, he builds his own company from scratch and makes a name for himself defying his father for the very first time. Pressured with a thousand and one responsibilities, Andre just had to let his mind be free for a while. A baby was not on his mind when he took the enthralling and sexy woman he met at the nightclub to his bed. When hit with reality, Andre doesn't know what to do. He wasn't ready to be a father, he didn't think he would ever be fit enough to be a good father. He wanted to be better than his father but he didn't know how to. So when threatened by Stacy's sister to take responsibility for his seed or have his hard-earned name ruined, Andre has no other choice than to accept this new responsibility, even if it meant getting married to her with a 6-year contract and even if it meant defying his father again and making an enemy out of him. What happens to Stacy now? Will her life take a better turn or would it get even worse? Will Andre give fatherhood a chance and love as a whole? Will these two grow to love each other or will they leave each other after 6 years runs out? If they do decide to stay, will Stacy and her child be safe with the mafia Andre had refused to be part of coming back to take revenge and his father still bitter from his son defying him decides to resort to violence like he always did, only this time, more extreme?
Crazy Hannah

Crazy Hannah

What happens when a lady with super strength falls in love with a cute vulnerable surgeon? I don't know what you are thinking but here's what happens.. She bullies him!!!.. crazy right?, But that's why she's called Hannah .. I can't tell you much, so I'll just give you a little preview.. Crazy Hannah She walked out of the hospital with Sofia and both started walking home.. their houses was a bit far from the hospital, and would take them about an hour on foot.. but the duo wouldn't mind.. according to Hannah, they have a lot of expenses to take care of, it was better to walk home than waste 20 bucks on a cab.. "Oh Hannah I can't wait to see the chairman's son..they say he's so cute and looks like an angel from above" Sofia said dreamily.. "Hmmh, angel indeed, I bet he looks like an owl" Hannah mumbled "An owl?.. Hannah we are talking about the chairman's son, one of the best surgeons in Korea, he has been living in France since he was little, he has about a thousand maids and guards at his beck and call, I heard only his cream is worth a fortune.. how can someone who's face cream is enough to buy your whole house look like an owl?" Sofia asked unbelievably.. "Those are just rumors Sofia.. trust me, those nurses at the hospital are liars" she said yawning "I feel so tired, I can't wait to sleep" she added "You're tired? But it's not night already, are you okay?" Sofia asked worriedly "I'm not okay. I was in the theater assisting different doctors for the five surgeries we had, I mean they get to change the doctors but not me..why?" Hannah asked standing beside the pothole filled with dirty water from the rain that fell that afternoon.. the road to the hospital was totally free, so she didn't have to worry about incoming cars. "Uhh.. because you're one of the most intelligent nurses?" Sofia said more like a question Hannah scoffed and rolled her eyes. "It's true.. you're one of H.R's best nurses.. you're very intelligent, smart, strong and beautiful, in one word, you are the bomb Hannah" Sofia said smiling. "Awwn that's sweet" Hannah cooed and playfully punched Sofia.. who frowned and started rubbing her arm. "Hannah!.. that was painful" she hurled "Sorry Sofia, I didn't mean to hurt you" "I Know, but you have to learn to hit things or people lightly, or you might end up Killing someone" Sofia said looking at the sky.. "I am trying my best Sofie, but it's hard.. no matter how lightly I hit someone, it's always painful" Hannah said sadly "Don't worry, we'll work on it later, what's the time by the way?" Sofia asked "Uhm, I'll check my phone" she opened her bag and started searching for it, she finally saw it and brought it out.. she was about to tap the screen when a car passed with full speed and splashed the dirty water on her white nurse uniform.. causing her phone to fall in the process.. "Oh my goodness! Hannah are you okay?" Sofia asked looking her over.. her uniform was totally soaked with the dirty water. "No I'm not" Hannah replied looking at her phone. It was already broken the screen was separated from the case.. "I'm gonna deal with that punk!" She muttered and started running after the car.. "Hannah please no.. you might kill someone.. wait!" Sofia said running after her, but Hannah was already close to the car, she ran ahead of it and stopped a few metres from the incoming car with her hands up.. ordering the car to stop.. Harry quickly stepped on the break with his eyes closed.. he slowly opened his eyes to see the lady motioning him to come out of the car.. he angrily opened the door of his white Ferrari and stepped out angrily.. "Are you crazy? Huh? Do you want to kill yourself? Even if you want to die, can't you at least jump from a building or from a bridge.. do you want innocent citizens to pay for your craziness?" He asked angrily.. But she just continued glaring at him.. "Hey, psycho Lady can't you talk? Huh.. or are you " He stopped when she raised her palm up, telling him to shout up, he was so angry, how can she just order him to shout up.. "Hey .. who?, Who do you think you are? Huh?.. do you Know me, do you Know who I am?" He asked already getting scared . "Who the heck are you? Are you the president? I don't even care!.. all I want is my money!" She said angrily Harry was already getting scared, this was his first day in Korea and it was already getting bad.. his fears increased when he saw another lady running towards them.. she Finally stopped and started breathing heavily.. are they robbers or what?. He had heard stories about female robbers once before. "Which.. which money are you talking about?" He stuttered "You splashed water on me, causing my phone to fall in the process, now it's totally broken because of you!.. do you know how much I bought it!!.. do you Know how I managed to get it?" She asked angrily "Look .. I'm sorry okay, but I'm really late for a meeting now." He muttered
The Reborn Genius Heiress's Spectacular Comeback

The Reborn Genius Heiress's Spectacular Comeback

My biological mother finally came to the rundown trailer park to take me to her wealthy new family in New York. But instead of the good life she promised, I was treated worse than a stray dog. My stepbrother broke my legs with a golf club just for fun, while my perfect stepsister smiled and watched. My mother didn't even try to stop them. She let them lock me in a car and set it on fire. I was burned alive, the smell of gasoline and toxic smoke filling my lungs as they walked away with my life. Until my last agonizing breath, I couldn't understand why my own flesh and blood hated me so much. Why did I have to die just so her new family could thrive? Opening my eyes again, the smell of smoke vanished, replaced by the cheap coffee of the diner I worked at. I was seventeen again, on the exact day the black Bentley pulled up to take me away. This time, I wasn't going to be their victim. I deliberately stalled our departure, saving us from the massive highway pileup that was supposed to be my grave. And when my stepbrother threw a metal dart at my face on my first day back, I didn't just dodge. I let New York's most ruthless billionaire step in, ruining his ten-million-dollar watch in the process. "Since that hand likes to throw things, I will take the hand as payment." Watching my arrogant stepfamily fall to their knees and beg for mercy, I knew my revenge had just begun.
Beyond The Champagne Silk: The Wife's Defiant Return

Beyond The Champagne Silk: The Wife's Defiant Return

I spent forty hours hand-beading a gown for a woman who was currently sleeping with my husband. My fingers were raw, my vision blurred, and the needle had just driven deep into my index finger, leaving a drop of blood on the silk. Braxton walked into our penthouse, rain dripping from his suit, and didn't even look at me. But the scent hit me instantlyโ€”Bulgarian rose and white musk. It was the custom perfume Griselda, my own sister, commissioned in Paris. I had spent three years as a ghost in my own marriage, sewing costumes for the woman who had haunted my vows since day one. Braxton didn't bother to hide it anymore; there was a smudge of her coral lipstick on his collar. He didn't offer an explanation, only a command to finish the gown for the Met Gala so I wouldn't embarrass them. My mother called moments later, her voice sharp with the usual dismissal. She didn't care that I was bleeding or that my husband was cheating with my sister. She only cared that I was "falling behind" on Griselda's gown. I sat in the silence of that cold, marble cage, staring at the needle in my hand. For years, I had swallowed every insult and stitched every lie, believing I was the capable one who had to make them happy. But as the clock ticked, a door inside me finally clicked shut. I wasn't just tired; I was finished. I set the needle down, picked up my phone, and dialed my sisterโ€™s number to tell her sheโ€™d have to find someone else to bleed for her.
The Man Who Faked His Own Death

The Man Who Faked His Own Death

The sterile white walls of the hospital room were my first sight, a blinding canvas reflecting the nothingness inside me. Just days ago, I was Scarlett, a nurse, a wife; now, I was a widow, grieving the hero firefighter who died saving me from our burning home. My childhood friend, Liam, found me after my desperate attempt to escape the crushing silence left behind, dragging me back to a life I didn't want. As I struggled for water, voices drifted from the hall-Mark, my husband' s colleague, and then him. "You're a lucky bastard," Mark chuckled. "A hero's funeral, the whole nine yards." "It was a lot of work," came the casual reply. "Had to make sure the dental records were switched, get the right uniform on the dummy. The gas line explosion covered the rest." It was Ryan. My dead husband. Alive. My breath hitched as I heard him dismiss my suicide attempt as "unfortunate" before explaining his elaborately faked death: it was all to leave me for Ava, his brother's widow. The man I died for, the hero I mourned, was a liar, a coward, who hadn't saved me from a fire but thrown me into one. My love curdled into scorching betrayal. He didn't just abandon me; he erased me, making my deep grief seem like a pathetic joke. In the shattering silence, as Liam, with his kind, honest eyes, rushed to my side, a wild, desperate idea ignited in the ruins of my heart. "Liam," I rasped, "do you remember what you asked me, a long time ago, under the old oak tree by the lake?" "Is the offer still on the table?" I asked, looking directly at the man who had always been my anchor. This wasn't about love. It was about pure, unadulterated defiance. This was about proving that the old Scarlett was dead, but a new, unbreakable woman had risen from the ashes he left behind. I would not be his victim. I would live, and I would erase every last trace of Ryan Miller from my life.