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THE BOSS CONTRAED GIRLFRIEND

THE BOSS CONTRAED GIRLFRIEND

"Then be my girlfriend"Miguel smirked. "What..... I can't do that"Shayla stuttered.. "Then I guess you don't need the money"Miguel said and faced his laptop then Shayla gulped down.. "You can use the door, if you are not ready"Miguel said. "Sir... I.... Please give me time to think about it"Shayla said looking down. "No, I need the answer now"he smirked. ••••• Living a perfect life was what Shayla Lopez wished for but but faking as someone girlfriend was what she never expected. Especially if the person is her Boss that she hate so much! Shayla Lopez is an independent girl who leaves with her only sister in a small old house since there parents died in a car. She have to provide for her self and also for her sister, she was like a mom to her sister Pandora because she pays her school fees and do other things for her.The only person that makes her smile is her sister Pandora and her so called boyfriend Franklin...... What happens when she was badly in need of money then she asked her boss for some money but what her boss said as a payback shocked her. TO BE HIS CONTRACT GIRLFRIEND.... •••••••• Miguel Rodriguez is the heir for Rodriguez enterprise, the hottest and cutest guy you have ever seen... He is the young CEO of Rodriguez enterprise but that didn't stop him from smoking, drinking and most epically f**king girls anyhow. What happens when his dad force him to marry or else he will be cancelled as the heir and then give it to his little brother and he don't want that to happen so he have to find someone who will act as his girlfriend in other to secure his position as a heir.....
The Loyal Dog Becomes A Lion

The Loyal Dog Becomes A Lion

"The divorce papers are on the table. Sign them." Olivia's voice was cold. After ten years as her "invisible husband," a signed contract, and a son I raised as my own, our arrangement was finally over. But the finality hit differently when I saw the new portrait on the grand staircase: Olivia, radiant, linking arms with Daniel Clark, and beside them, my son Leo, beaming up at Daniel with an adoration he never showed me. Daniel was back, and I was erased. They made it clear I was nothing more than a paid service. Mrs. Hayes, Olivia's mother, sneered, "Olivia, out of the kindness of her heart, has secured you a position at a mid-level tech firm. It's more than you deserve." A dismissal, a final pat for the loyal dog. Then, at the mall, the ultimate betrayal. Leo recoiled from me, screaming, "He's not my dad! I want Daniel to be my dad!" Daniel, with a fake sympathetic smile, put his arm around Leo, while Olivia silently condoned it. It wasn't just my marriage ending; it was my fatherhood, too. The words didn't cause sharp pain; it was a dull, heavy thud, as if something inside me finally died. Ten years of sacrifice, of unrequited love, meant nothing. Why had I poured every ounce of myself into a family that saw me only as a placeholder, a loyal dog? What even was I to them? I signed the divorce papers, a final and clean break. That night, I collected the few remnants of my life-my coding projects, my mother's photo-and walked away, leaving behind the gilded cage, ready for a new beginning, a life where I wasn't just a service, but a man finally choosing to live for himself.
Married for Revenge, Pregnant by Accident

Married for Revenge, Pregnant by Accident

On the night her father is disgraced and arrested for a crime he swears he didn't commit, Amara Adeyemi loses everything-her family name, her fiancé, and the future she thought was secure. The media tears them apart. The powerful Bello dynasty stands untouched. And at the center of it all is one man. Khalil Bello. Cold. Calculated. Untouchable. To the world, Khalil is the brilliant heir to a multibillion-naira empire. To Amara, he is the architect of her family's ruin. So when Khalil proposes marriage six months later, it isn't romance-it's war. He offers her a deal: marry him, restore her family's reputation, and secure her father's legal defense. In exchange, she becomes his wife in name only, a strategic alliance meant to silence rumors and secure his corporate takeover. He thinks he's controlling the board. He doesn't realize she's playing her own game. Amara says yes with revenge in her heart. She plans to destroy him from the inside. But marriage isn't the battlefield she expects. Behind closed doors, Khalil is not the ruthless villain she imagined. He is guarded but broken, driven by secrets he refuses to reveal. Their home becomes a quiet war zone of icy dinners, loaded silences, and accidental intimacy. Every touch is a weapon. Every glance, a confession waiting to happen. Then one reckless night changes everything. A storm. A fight. A truth too heavy to carry. And in a moment where anger collides with longing, they cross a line neither of them can uncross. Weeks later, Amara discovers she is pregnant. The child wasn't part of her revenge. It wasn't part of his plan either. The pregnancy fractures their fragile truce. Khalil demands control. Amara demands freedom. But as the past begins to unravel, buried secrets rise to the surface-secrets that threaten to expose that Khalil may not have destroyed her family after all. What if he was protecting her? What if the real enemy is someone much closer? As Amara digs deeper, she uncovers a betrayal that ties their families together in ways neither of them imagined. The arrest. The scandal. The marriage proposal. None of it was coincidence. And the truth could cost more than their pride-it could cost their child. Now Amara must choose: finish the revenge she started or fight beside the man she was meant to hate. But love born in deception is fragile. Trust built on secrets is dangerous. And when the final twist reveals who orchestrated the fall of her family-and why Khalil chose to marry her-their marriage becomes more than a contract. It becomes survival. Married for Revenge, Pregnant by Accident is a high-stakes emotional romance layered with betrayal, power, and the devastating vulnerability of falling in love with your enemy. With sharp twists, morally complex characters, and a pregnancy that raises the stakes beyond pride and power, this story explores what happens when revenge turns into redemption-and when the one person you vowed to destroy becomes the only one willing to protect you. Because sometimes the greatest revenge... is choosing love.
Rekindled path; mafia's pursuit to get his wife

Rekindled path; mafia's pursuit to get his wife

He was the crown of the most feared mafia organization. Having his parents killed at young age, he was left alone to inherit the legacy left behind, that was being the mafia lord. Having only ambition to avenge his parents, in his journey enters a girl who is mysterious yet sweet, kind yet mischievous. Slowly, she made her way to his cold heart, warming it, but the truth about past and in the process of his revenge, he lost her. After her departure, he lived alone for many years blaming himself.But one day he came across a girl with same face, same personality but completely different identity. In her presence, his once dead heart started beating again. Is this sin, falling for another girl despite promising his beloved a lifetime or a sign to indicate, it is not just anyone but her. 3 years later Yang mei was in university talking with a boy when she was abruptly pulled into a strong arm in front of everyone. "I finally found you" the man murmured. "You are mistaken sir" she told him. " I know, it's you. Don't ever deceive me again" he tightly hugged her in his arm not even letting air pass between them. "Sir, you really got the wrong person" she tried to break free from his arm but everytime she his hold will tighten. "I know, you are angry. I promise to not let you down again. Just don't leave me again, okay" he pressed her even more kissing her hair almost pleading her.
Her Man, Her Best Friend

Her Man, Her Best Friend

I sat at the city' s most expensive restaurant, waiting for Donovan, my fiancé, to celebrate his company' s massive success. We had built it together for five years. He never showed up. Instead, I found an Instagram story from my best friend, Karmen, showing Donovan passed out on her sofa, shirtless, with her playfully covering her mouth. The caption read: "He works so hard! Had to make sure my favorite CEO got home safe ." The man I was supposed to marry was with my best friend, again. When he finally stumbled home, he gave me a cheap smart home hub – the basic model Karmen had just thrown away. The next morning, Karmen was in his car, flaunting the expensive version. When I told her to get out, she smirked, "Make me." Rage flared. I grabbed her arm, and she shrieked, throwing herself out of the car. Donovan rushed over, shoving me aside, and cradled her, glaring at me. "You've got some serious issues, attacking your own friend." He sped off, his back tire catching my leg, fracturing my fibula. At the apartment, Karmen was lounging, eating peaches Donovan had peeled for her – peaches he' d always been too busy to get for me. Then I found my grandmother' s locket, her last gift, on Karmen' s dog' s collar, covered in teeth marks. Donovan just stood there, disapproving of me. "Is that how you see it, too?" I asked. He said nothing. I clutched the ruined locket, wheeled myself out, and left without looking back.