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BILLIONAIRE IN THE NEIGHBORHOOD

BILLIONAIRE IN THE NEIGHBORHOOD

Angel Hendrickson, a young ten year old billionaire's son, who lived with his mother and step mom in the states. due to his richness, his life Still sucks in the hands of his stepmother. His step mother, Ericka Hendrickson, a young woman who derives for money and wealth got jealous of him and bowed to get rid of him no matter the circumstances. Yes, she got rid of him, threw him down the cliff in the Philippines. Made sure he is forever gone and Never to be found. But here he is... Jeremy David, a guy in the neighborhood. Identity; unknown, family; unknown, he is just a Miracle in the neighborhood. He stays with the family of tomboys. A family who acts like boys, even the man if the family is damn dangerous. The family of tomboys ** Keira David, pretty, wild, sassy, crazy, a mad girl with attitude. She is the only daughter of the family, she really meant everything to Jeremy. F*ck sisters, f*ck brothers. They are inseparable. They played together, fights together, sleeps together, bath together. Infact, do everything together. They are just too inseparable.... ********************************************** **15 years ago ** "Oh, common Mom, if his parents find him here, I am sure you know what that means. It means trouble" "Junno, Keira has a point. If his parents find him in our house, we will be in one big trouble. They would send us to jail" "Bompay, I can't just leave him cold and helpless on the street. He would die there" "Mom, since when do you start Caring for people" "Since when I saw the little kid lying beside the gutters and crying" "Mom..." "Bompay, Keira, let's just help the little kid. Just take a look at him" she pointed to the 10 years old kid sleeping on the floor with a blanket around his body. "Okay mom, maybe you should go report to the police" "No way!" "The police might get involved and if they caught us with this boy...."she said and they both turned deaf ears. "Are you people listening to me?" "Yeah, loud and clear." "If the police catch us with this boy, I would run away and leave you two to be in jail for twenty years" "Oh common, Keira, you won't do that" "Try me" "Sir, ma'am," the little boy woke up and went to meet them. "Ugh!!!" Keira grunts. "Ma'am, sir, please let me stay here with you. I don't wanna die on the streets" "Yes child. You will stay here with us as our child. Except some people as a problem with that" She said referring to Keira who kept scoffing. ''Yes kiddo, don't worry. We are here for you" bompay said and they looked at Keira. "Okay, okay, I don't care whatever your name is. You will now have a change of name from now on" Keira said and he smiled. "Jeremy, Jeremy would be your name from now on" she said and he smiled. "Don't smile at me, smile at the people that accepted you' "Thanks Keira" He said and Keira rolled her eyes.
Billionaire Heiress's Humiliation: A Brother's Fury

Billionaire Heiress's Humiliation: A Brother's Fury

My fiancé' s mistress hacked off my hair in the middle of Van Cleef & Arpels while he laughed on the phone. He told her to "teach the stalker a lesson," having no idea the woman in the hoodie was actually the billionaire heiress he was arranged to marry. Ten minutes later, my brother' s private army shut down Fifth Avenue, and I picked up the scissors to return the favor. I had spent a year doing humanitarian work in war zones, so I arrived at the jewelry store in jeans and a worn hoodie to collect my custom engagement tiara. Glennie Kramer, a supermodel and Ashton' s "true love," sneered at my appearance and claimed the diamonds for herself. When I tried to stop her, she grabbed gift-wrapping scissors and violently severed my waist-length hair while the staff watched in terror. Desperate, I called Ashton, but he mocked me as a "pauper" and authorized security to hold me down while Glennie finished the job. They smashed my phone, thinking I was helpless. But the call hadn't disconnected before my brother, Ason Kane, heard everything. The King of Wall Street arrived with a fleet of armored SUVs and a rage that froze the room. Ashton collapsed when he realized he had just assaulted the sister of the most powerful man in New York. I walked over to the trembling supermodel, the scissors cold in my hand. "You said a nobody doesn't deserve beautiful hair," I whispered. I didn't just ruin their looks; I sent them to the Black Cell and erased their existence from high society forever.
His Public Shame

His Public Shame

The sweet scent of my boyfriend' s cologne filled the hotel room, a comforting blend as I watched Ryan sleep beside me. But my perfect moment shattered when his phone lit up, revealing a group chat confessing he' d just "bagged the quiet art chick" and describing me as a mere "mission accomplished." My stomach churned as I scrolled, finding a picture of me, asleep, and his chilling message: "Not as innocent as she looks, boys. Played hard to get for years, but she caved pretty easy tonight." Then, the ultimate horror-a private, intimate video of us, shared with the caption: "Proof. She was all over me." The sweet smell suffocated me, every word a fresh stab of humiliation, and the video a violation that left me breathless. I fled, scrubbing at my skin, but his scent, his touch, the memory felt like an indelible stain. The next day, the video was everywhere, plastered across the university forum, labeling me a "slut." Ryan, the master manipulator, had already twisted the narrative, portraying himself as the victim. I lost everything: my dorm, my internship, and worst of all, my own mother disowned me, slapping me publicly. The ultimate betrayal came when I discovered his co-conspirator: my stepsister, Jessica, who gleefully confessed to orchestrating my public downfall. With nothing left to lose, I made a promise to myself: I would expose them, not for revenge, but for the truth. My chance came at Ryan's birthday party, where I went live on social media. "I' m not here to wish you well, Ryan," I announced, the camera capturing his panicked face. "I' m here to give you the birthday present you deserve. The truth."
The Dying Billionaire's Secret Contract Wife

The Dying Billionaire's Secret Contract Wife

I stood in the ballroom of the Plaza Hotel, clutching a crystal flute of champagne that felt like a lead weight. It was my engagement party, the night I was supposed to be the happiest woman in New York. Then my phone buzzed with a link that shattered everything. I watched a video of my fiancé, Jed, tangled in the arms of my roommate while he laughed about how I was just a "boring, safe little girl" he needed to tolerate until my family's stock transfer went through. When I confronted him and walked out, I thought the nightmare was over, but my own father called me in a rage. He didn't care that I’d been betrayed; he only cared that the merger was the only thing keeping him from bankruptcy. He froze my bank accounts and left me with exactly forty-two dollars to my name. Jed started sending me threats, promising to leak private videos to the press if I didn't come back to him. I was penniless, homeless, and being hunted by a man who wanted to destroy my soul. Desperate, I took the only deal left on the table: a contract marriage to Hardin Hunter, a reclusive billionaire heir with terminal heart failure. The deal was simple: ten million dollars to be a "nurse with a ring" for six months until he passed away. I signed the papers and moved into his gothic manor, expecting to wait for a heart to stop beating. But when Hardin pinned me against a wall, his grip like iron and his pulse thundering with a strength no dying man should possess, I realized the "dying" heir was a lie. "You're not dying," I whispered, feeling the raw power of his heart against my hand. Hardin just looked at me with eyes like molten glass and said, "I might be a monster, Elsie, but I'm the only one who can keep you alive."