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Obsessing with My Brother's Best Friend

Obsessing with My Brother's Best Friend

The man's expression was indifferent, his facial features sharp and well-defined. A faint smile played on his lips, but it never reached his eyes, making him appear gentle yet unapproachable. His slightly upturned peach blossom eyes held light brown irises, exuding a hint of allure when his gaze was lowered. Completely different from her brother's deep black eyes. She had expected to see her brother, but instead, she was met with a stranger, while her brother was nowhere to be found. For a moment, Lily's mind went blank, unsure of how to react. The scene seemed frozen in time. Neither of them moved. Before long, the man lowered his eyes again, slowly and methodically extinguishing his cigarette, his demeanor relaxed and lazy. He didn't seem inclined to speak, remaining silent as he got up to open the window for ventilation. Watching his actions, Lily, feeling lost, hesitantly called out, "...Brother?" That was their first meeting. Later, she would come to understand that he was her brother's best friend. At thirteen, Lily secretly fell for a man. The man had a cold and lazy air about him, spoke with a casual drawl, and often came to her house, spending entire afternoons in her brother's room playing video games. Whenever she went in to deliver fruit or snacks, he would lazily lift his gaze, smiling devilishly, "Kid, what's up with you? You blush every time you see me."
The supermommy and her genius triplets

The supermommy and her genius triplets

Seven years ago, Nora Taylor was betrayed, stripped of her dignity, and forced to flee after a night of humiliation orchestrated by her wicked half-sister. Pregnant and desperate, she besawed she had lost one of her unborn children to her family's cruelty. With nothing left, she disappeared overseas, vowing to one day return-not as the helpless girl they destroyed, but as a woman powerful enough to bring them all to their knees. Now, she's back. No longer the broken girl of the past, Nora is a global sensation in the entertainment industry, a rising star with beauty, brains, and a thirst for vengeance. Every move she makes is calculated, every step leading her closer to the revenge she craves. But fate has a twisted sense of humor. A chance encounter at the airport changes everything when a frail little boy calls her "Mommy." The child is none other than the missing son she thought was dead-and he belongs to Mason Murphy, the ruthless billionaire she just stole $3 billion from. Mason, a man of power and control, begins to question everything-his marriage, his son's origins, and the woman he once underestimated. As secrets unravel, old wounds reopen, and an undeniable pull threatens to shatter their carefully built walls. With revenge, deception, and buried emotions tangled in a dangerous game, will love be strong enough to rewrite their fate? Or will the past consume them before they can reclaim what was stolen?
My Fake Husband Is A Zillionaire

My Fake Husband Is A Zillionaire

Addie went to her fiancé's corporate office to surprise him, only to push open the door and find a blonde stranger straddling him on his desk. After three years of devotion, Jennings didn't even look guilty. Instead, he scoffed with casual cruelty. "Her pathetic little company depends entirely on my funding. Without me, she'd be bankrupt in a month. After the wedding, she won't have a choice but to spread her legs." Disgusted, Addie ripped her engagement ring from her neck and hurled it at his face. But Jennings was confident she'd come crawling back. He instantly froze her startup's funding, and her own father threatened to disown her if she didn't apologize to the cheating heir just to save their families' corporate merger. Cornered and humiliated, Addie refused to bow. Stepping out of the building, she bumped into a dusty, rugged construction worker. To permanently sever ties and spite her arrogant ex, she grabbed the stranger's arm. "I would rather marry him than spend one more minute with you!" she declared, dragging the penniless worker straight to City Hall. She thought she was just using a quiet stranger for a paper marriage. Feeling guilty, she even gave him her spare key and a bank card so he wouldn't go hungry while she scrambled to save her dying company. But days later, an impossible $50 million investment dropped into her failing account. And when a predatory client tried to assault her during a business trip, the conference room door was kicked off its hinges by terrifying men in bespoke suits who brutally shattered the attacker's bones. Addie stared at the scene, her mind reeling. Her quiet, sweet "construction worker" husband-the man currently spending her pocket money-wasn't just a random guy off the street. She had accidentally married Hurley Slate, the untouchable shadow ruler of Chicago's financial underworld. And he was absolutely obsessed with his new wife.
Her Selfless Love

Her Selfless Love

"You told them you love me ,huh?" He asks with a raised eyebrows, jaw hardened and eyes narrowed at the shy girl he has hated all his life. She was afraid of his tone,he didn't looked happy with her confession. Was her love going to be unrequited one? "I fuck*** asked you something Ezra! Answer me!" His tone made her gulp,his grip on her arm made her flinch in fear. "Yes" She finally answered looking into his emotionless eyes. Smirking he laughed at her confession,not believing her. "Ezra,do you even know what love is,Oh I almost forgot you are an Orphan,how would you know?" His words were sharp as knife, piercing her healed wounds. She fisted her hands, trying to control her tears. He sighed in frustration running his hand through his hair. "Now mom will not stop till she has made you her daughter in law! Fu**! Why you!" He said ,pacing the room . Oblivion to the tears ,she tried her best to hide. He didn't love her. He never did, she was a fool to even think that he for once did. Hate is all he had for her and those who said hate is the beginning of love,were fools mocking her right now. Gathering the little pride left in her she answers back in a quivering voice. "Yes,I love you. But I don't want anything from you." She says and he stares.Confused at her weird confession. Who says that ? "Nothing you say? Are you playing some brain games girl?" She lowers her eyes and leaves but not before whispering the words that made him feel something after a very long time. "Love is not something to learn ,but to feel Aaron. And I know what I feel. You may name it infatuation and lust,but I proudly call it my selfless love" .................................................................... Ezra was not meant to be born,an orphan left on the streets when she was an infant. Mrs Reed an influential women takes her in, to make her live in her castle as the adopted daughter of their household help Mrs Mary She grew up in the castle with Mrs Reed's sons, treated as family by everyone. Except for Aaron, the eldest son of Mrs Reed who despised the orphan girl. Her smile irritated him, her sweet words infuriated him. He hated the sweet girl which everyone was so fond of, while poor Ezra liked him despite his loathe towards her. She selflessly loved him all these years, not expecting anything in return. But how long can an unrequited love survive? How long can the selfless girl find her happiness in the man that only hates her. What happens when Mrs Reed comes to know of the girls feelings towards her Son and forces him to marry her? Can her selfless love melt his frozen heart or will she loose herself trying to get him? Let's find out on this beautiful journey of love, betrayals and hate. That how long can a selfless love sustain?
Your Stolen Dreams, My Rebuilt Empire

Your Stolen Dreams, My Rebuilt Empire

I never thought I'd see David Miller again. For seven years, I' d been the ghost of Ash Carter, the once-promising architecture student whose dreams he' d stolen, whose career he' d sabotaged. Now, a single mom doing freelance drafting to pay the bills, I found myself in a children's museum, comforting my son Leo after a scraped knee. Then, his voice. Theatrically loud, cutting through the din. David, impeccably suited, with a preppy assistant clinging to his arm. He spotted me, his eyes lighting up with a sickening, triumphant gleam. Before a crowd of strangers and his colleagues, he pulled out our old university portfolio, the very project he' d claimed as his own. He draped himself in false sorrow, claiming he' d "never stopped thinking about what we had," implying Leo was his son. He gestured at my comfortable but simple jeans, offering to "help me get back on my feet." His colleagues watched, pitying him, scorning me as the woman who' d let a genius slip away. My past, his crime, was put on public display, twisted into a narrative of my failure and his magnanimity. A cold calm settled over me. How could he be this brazen? This utterly devoid of shame? He truly believed I was still pining for him, still broken by his betrayal. My heart ached for the injustice, for the years he' d condemned me to anonymity. But then, I lifted my hand. The art-deco sapphire ring glinted under the museum lights. "And I'm married," I stated, my voice clear and firm. His confidence wavered, but only for a second. "Ridiculous! Who would marry you?" he sneered. Just as his pitying gaze returned, a quiet voice cut through: "Is there a problem here, Ash?" My husband, Michael Vance, stepped forward, and David' s world began to unravel.