Romance Books for Women
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The Day He Lost Everything
I rushed home, excited for our anniversary, my mind full of plans for our perfect life, our growing family. Then the fall happened. The hospital confirmed the miscarriage. But the real blow came when I saw my husband, Ethan, not by my side, but tenderly looking at another woman, his ex, Liv, in the very same hospital. Worse, the anniversary ring he'd promised me shone brightly on her finger. He covered his tracks with casual lies about "late client meetings" and a fabricated "startup" with his friends, who all gleefully participated in his deception. His mother even called Liv his "honorary little sister," while telling me I was "too suspicious." He came home, oblivious, asking for snacks and telling me to rest because I was pregnant—the baby I'd just lost alone. How could the man I loved, the father of our lost child, be so utterly blind, so heartless? The truth settled in, cold and sharp. All their lies, the endless gaslighting, the twisted loyalty of his family and friends—it was an entire world built on my pain. I packed my bags. My new job in Austin was calling. I left him the divorce papers, the rings, and a voicemail revealing the truth: there was no baby for him to be a father to. Not anymore. I was free./0/86664/coverorgin.jpg?v=b6f787d49eefc038cb1164cd078b1666&imageMogr2/format/webp)
When True Love Costs Everything
My studio was a monument to dust and dreams, haunted by stack of canvases and a growing pile of final notices. Then I saw it: a news notification celebrating Mark Johnson, the tech mogul, philanthropist, and the man I' d saved four years ago when he was dying in a hospital bed. When I called for help, his polished fiancée, Jessica, answered, her voice dripping with condescending sweetness as she dismissed my emergency as a financial ploy and him as "moved on." Mark came to the phone, his voice cold and hard, accusing me of faking my illness and abandoning him for money when he had nothing, throwing scraps of charity at me before hanging up. Later, in our old coffee shop, I saw them, a picture of perfect happiness, until Jessica spotted me and signaled Mark, who humiliated me publicly, snarling that I was a "pathetic, manipulative, greedy liar" trying to cash in on his success. At the gallery where I found work, they ambushed me again; Jessica deliberately poured water on me, and Mark, with icy contempt, declared I deserved even less, driving me to kneel and wipe the floor in a desperate, public act of self-abasement. Overwhelmed, I collapsed, and my best friend, Emily, screamed the truth: I was his anonymous kidney donor, dying because of it, but I, burdened by an inexplicable need to protect him, denied everything, reaffirming his narrative of me as a greedy con artist. His face contorted between Emily' s raw grief and my fabricated confession, he chose the easier lie and transferred a fortune into my account, a monstrous payment to 'buy' my lies and rid himself of me forever, unknowingly funding my funeral. But my dying words shattered his carefully constructed reality, revealing the devastating truth. In a horrifying turn, Jessica, seeking to regain Mark and eliminate me, lunged to smother me with a pillow, only to be stopped by Mark, who, in the ensuing struggle, accidentally pushed her through a window to her death. Overcome with guilt and armed with the truth, Mark then made the ultimate sacrifice, donating his healthy kidney to save my life, fulfilling his promise to "pay me back" and giving me a second chance I would live for both of us./0/83744/coverorgin.jpg?v=6366ecf007082bfba1dadce5593dd7a4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Charity Case's Crown
The whiskey glasses clinked, and the air hung thick with cigar smoke at Ethan' s bachelor party. I was just bringing in another round, playing the supportive girlfriend I' d always been for the man I loved since high school. Then I heard my name. "Anya? She' s an artist. No family, no connections. Marrying her would be a liability for the firm." He laughed. "Besides, after all these years, who else would want her? She' s practically a charity case my family took in. She' s not going anywhere." The crystal tray in my hands shattered on the marble floor, but no one bothered to look up from their celebratory drinks and laughter. He even had the audacity to crawl into my bed that night, reeking of alcohol, whispering about keeping me as his "secret girl" after he married his fiancée. Marry his fiancée, Chloe, for a business merger to save his family. Then he actually asked me to be his mistress, offering me a life of comfort as if that erased the disrespect. "Ungrateful," he spat, calling me "an orphan with nothing" when I refused. My heart shattered, then hardened. How could I have been so blind, so stupid, to trade everything for someone who saw me as a pet, a liability, a charity case? The next day, as I stood by the bench where we' d carved our initials, I saw him and Chloe, his new initials gouged over mine. My love, my future, my very identity… all erased by him. But on that very day, receiving a call from a billionaire I' d once shown a small kindness to, I turned away from the Hamilton mansion for good. It was time to show them what this "charity case" could become./0/77904/coverorgin.jpg?v=e4a2b1647b1418b418abd7af330060ae&imageMogr2/format/webp)
THE WIFE HE NEVER WANTED
Isla Calloway's marriage was never built on love, it was a carefully orchestrated alliance between two families, and she had accepted it with quiet strength. Despite Adrian, her husband, being cold and distant, Isla carried on with dignity, hoping someday she would be seen for more than just the woman chosen for him. But when Adrian hands her divorce papers, Isla realizes she can no longer cling to an illusion. She signs without protest, choosing peace over a love that was never hers to begin with, and walks away carrying a secret: she is pregnant with Adrian's child. Betrayed and abandoned, Isla sets out to build a new life on her own terms, determined to protect her baby from a world that never valued her. Unknown to her, Davis Calloway, Adrian's elder brother, has been quietly watching, his guilt for his brother's cruelty mixing with feelings he can no longer deny. When Davis discovers Isla's pregnancy, a truth even Adrian is unaware of , he vows to find her before it's too late. As Isla fights for her future, she must navigate betrayal, family expectations, and an unexpected connection she never saw coming. In a world where she was once powerless, Isla will choose her own destiny, and perhaps find the love she was once denied./0/84393/coverorgin.jpg?v=d5308972123b87f8fdf60de6f1989b2e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Love, Her Leverage
My ribeye was getting cold as I sat alone at Vince's Steakhouse, waiting for Nicole on our one-year anniversary. I' d booked her favorite corner booth, even checking myself out of the hospital despite cracked ribs, all for her. Then her text came: "Stuck in chem lab. Won't make it. Raincheck?" My heart sank. But just as I was about to signal for the check, a group was led past my table. My world stopped. It was Nicole, in the dress I bought her, laughing with her college roommate and her high school sweetheart, Luis-the one who' d ghosted her when her life fell apart. I watched, frozen, as her roommate quipped about me being "a sweet, dumb rich kid" wrapped around Nicole's finger. Nicole just shrugged, saying, "Can we not talk about him? He's ruining my mood." The woman I loved called me an inconvenience, while celebrating "new beginnings" with the man who' d abandoned her. I swallowed the bitter truth: I wasn't her boyfriend; I was a transaction. A debt repaid with her time. The pain was worse than any broken bone. Why was I always the fallback, the savior, never the choice? The next morning, her call came, a soft apology, promising to meet. A foolish part of me hoped, until Luis sat beside her at the coffee shop. This wasn't an apology; it was a shakedown for half a million dollars. And that' s when I finally said, "No."/0/87962/coverorgin.jpg?v=68e76d72a208225d2607e15320e9e1bf&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Five Years, A Fading Love
For five years, I was Grafton Mcleod's shadow. I wasn't just his assistant; I was his alibi, his shield, the one who cleaned up his messes. Everyone thought I was in love with him. They were wrong. I did it all for his brother, Justen—the man I truly loved, who made me promise on his deathbed to look after Grafton. The five years were up. My promise was fulfilled. I handed in my resignation, ready to finally grieve in peace. But that very night, Grafton's cruel girlfriend, Cherrelle, dared him to a deadly street race he couldn't win. To save his life, I took the wheel for him. I won the race but crashed the car, waking up in a hospital bed. Grafton accused me of doing it for attention, then left to comfort Cherrelle over a sprained ankle. He believed her lies when she said I pushed her, shoving me against a wall so hard my head wound split open again. He stood by while she forced me to drink glass after glass of whiskey he was deathly allergic to, calling it a test of loyalty. The final humiliation came at a charity auction. To prove his love for Cherrelle, he put me on the stage and sold me for the night to another man. I had endured five years of hell to honor a dead man's last wish, and this was my reward. After escaping the man who bought me, I went to the bridge where Justen died. I sent Grafton one last text: "I'm going to be with the man I love." Then, with nothing left to live for, I jumped./0/85042/coverorgin.jpg?v=7e06fca82513417516c08c7f9adfe9b7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Betrayal's Embrace: Frozen in Love
The charity auction was supposed to be my triumph, a celebration of my late father' s legacy. Instead, it became the shocking public display of my fiancée, Olivia, seven months pregnant with my best friend Mark' s child, brazenly bidding against me for my father' s most prized work. This wasn' t their first betrayal, or their second. I had forgiven Olivia endlessly, only for her to smash my heart and trust into a million pieces. I proposed a separation, seeking one sliver of dignity, but Olivia brought Mark to live in our home and shredded the agreement, claiming I was still hers. Then, the inconceivable happened. Mark poisoned Olivia' s unborn child and framed me, leading to her miscarriage and my imprisonment in our wine cellar. Chained and freezing, I overheard Olivia and Mark engaging in muffled intimacy just outside my icy prison. "Ethan," Olivia whispered, "This really is… the last time." Those words, that betrayal, extinguished the last spark of my existence. I froze to death, a statue of despair in my own wine cellar. My soul watched as Olivia discovered my frozen body and unleashed a terrifying retribution, torturing Mark to his death in a hospital morgue. But even with my revenge served, her desperate pleas for me to "come back" held no sway. I had been trapped for too long. It was time to finally be free./0/18530/coverorgin.jpg?v=12bcc192a0a4e94398599e9a3e6217f8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Trial Of The Senses
Seven years ago, a night with a mysterious man brought Ashley a child. However, she suffered an accidental miscarriage. What was worse, her boyfriend cheated on her with her younger sister, and the two of them kicked her out of the house. In order to make a living, she became a member of the paparazzi. Life never stopped making fun of her. Finally, she got herself involved with a boss in the entertainment industry. To her surprise, the boss didn’t trouble her but instead turned her into a superstar. And even more amazingly, it turned out that this powerful boss was none other than the mysterious man she had met seven years ago! Where will their story go?/1/117487/coverorgin.jpg?v=9544407b991c2eee0312aed47403bcf5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Waking Up My Comatose Tycoon Husband
My adoptive father forced me to sign a marriage agreement with a comatose billionaire just to keep my grandmother's life support running. The Sinclair family looked down on my humble background, shoving me into a dusty closet while my new husband, Hadley, lay in an opulent medical shrine. I thought I was just a cheap pawn in a wealthy family's superstitious bid to wake their phantom heir. But then my underground contact sent me a message. The Sinclairs were the ones who stole my antique locket—the only clue to my true identity—just to cut off my funds and force me into this trap. Worse, while bathing my "vegetative" husband, I noticed a subtle blue tint on his nail beds and a dangerously slow pulse. He wasn't just in a coma from a car crash. Someone in this sprawling mansion was actively, slowly poisoning him with a neurotoxin. Why did they steal my past to drag me here, only to murder the man I was supposed to save? What dark secret was this powerful family hiding? I didn't know the answers yet, but I was done being their helpless victim. I calmly ground up a homemade antidote from the kitchen herbs. "I'm going to wake you up," I whispered, slipping the paste into his mouth. Little did I know, the comatose man I was trying to save was fully conscious, coldly analyzing my every move. But it didn't matter. I would cure this billionaire, take control of his fortune, and burn everyone who had wronged me to the ground, piece by piece./0/85691/coverorgin.jpg?v=1b57ae5b8c3c21dcdc88c3017b4da597&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Her Betrayal, His New Horizon
"I need you to be understanding, Ethan." Chloe' s voice barely registered as she packed, her thumb flying across her phone screen. My girlfriend of three years, who I' d poured my heart and soul, and every penny I earned, into building her company, was leaving. Not for a business trip, but for her ex-boyfriend, Jake. His father had just passed away, and apparently, only Chloe truly understood him. "He needs me," she' d said, as if that explained everything. I sat on the edge of our shared bed, the words like a physical blow. Then came the kicker. "And my dad," she continued, "You know his health is fragile. He needs to see that I'm with a man who is supportive and understanding." This wasn' t just about Jake' s grief; it was a twisted test for me to prove my worth by financing her emotional affair. My money was good enough for her father' s exorbitant medical bills, my time good enough to build her empire, but my feelings? An inconvenience to be suppressed. A cold clarity settled in my gut: it was over. She didn't even say thank you when I handed her all the cash I had and the keys to my car-the car she demanded, along with money for Jake' s "funeral expenses." "I knew you'd understand," she' d said, just before walking out the door, leaving me in the sudden silence of the apartment I paid for, heading to comfort another man. The second the door clicked shut, I moved. Not with anger or hurt, but with a cold, clear purpose. I packed my work, my clothes, everything I owned-leaving behind every trace of her. Then, I canceled every payment to her and her demanding father. "It' s over, Chloe. Don' t come back to the apartment. You are on your own." I blocked her number, her social media. I felt only profound relief. For the first time in a long time, my future was mine./0/22099/coverorgin.jpg?v=954a0df85a32e6a0c2c283a3bdea6d12&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Wedding Day Vampire
In this thrilling fabrication, watch how a young woman gets an unexpected bloody surprise on her wedding day! Joana, a young lady plans to get married immediately after high school to the love of her life, Andrew on her 18th birthday. She is unaware that she descends from a historical line of vampires, and she has lived her whole life as a human, with no knowledge of the supernatural. Many years ago, her ancestor, Marylin Lou gave up her immortality to become a human. The sacrifice that was given by Lou to the supreme council to become human will become obsolete once the 200th descendant turns 18, and all of Lou's descendants will be born as humans until that time. Joana just happens to be the 200th descendant, and is fated to become a vampire on her 18th birthday, the day she plans on getting married. Will Joana be able to give up her plans of getting married to join the vampire world?, will she be able to adapt to the new life she is about to encounter? This is a story of love, mystery, drama, and more importantly, Vampires! Find out how Joana handles her fate in "Wedding day Vampire" This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, organizations, events, or locales is entirely coincidental./1/114567/coverorgin.jpg?v=c29e715637c41b72ce012883027e864e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Widow to His World: Claimed by the CEO
Five years ago, I, Claire Parker, ran away for love with Daniel Carter, the broke boy everyone looked down on. But on the very day we were supposed to leave together, he abandoned me. Overnight, I became the laughingstock of the entire city and was forced into a marriage alliance with a terminally ill man, Ryan Cooper. Five years later, my husband died, the marriage arrangement fell apart, and the Cooper family threw me out without a shred of mercy. Meanwhile, Daniel, the man everyone once sneered at, returned home in glory and became the hottest rising name in the business world. And somehow, he ended up becoming my boss. I wanted nothing to do with him, yet he kept closing in on me, cornering me with sarcasm sharp enough to draw blood. Then one day, Daniel caught me on a date with another man. His eyes reddened instantly as he pinned me against the wall. "Claire... are you abandoning me again?"/0/92829/coverorgin.jpg?v=1329c681dab9396a5e00306aeeaac50c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From His Pawn To Her Queen
I was Kennedy Hall, the rebellious journalist of a political dynasty. My only escape was a secret, passionate affair with Elliot Solis, a powerful CEO carved from ice and logic. He called me his "beautiful disaster," a storm contained within the walls of his penthouse. But our affair was built on a lie. I discovered he was only "taming" me as a favor to another woman, Camille-the fragile daughter of my father's chief of staff, to whom he owed an unpayable debt. He publicly chose her over me, wiping her tears with a tenderness he never showed me. He protected her, defended her, and when I was cornered by a predator, he abandoned me to rush to her side. The ultimate betrayal came when he had me thrown in jail and beaten, hissing that I needed to "learn my lesson." The final blow came during a car crash. Without a second's hesitation, he threw himself in front of Camille, shielding her with his body and leaving me to face the impact alone. I wasn't his love; I was a liability he was willing to sacrifice. Lying broken in a hospital bed, I finally understood. I wasn't his beautiful disaster; I was his fool. So I did the only thing I could. I burned his perfect world to the ground, accepted a marriage proposal from a kind billionaire who promised me peace, and walked away to start a new life, leaving the ashes of our love behind./0/83420/coverorgin.jpg?v=5f8c78c7abb97ebacdc8b786c3741b41&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Secret Shame
My ten-year relationship with Liam, born in a UT Austin dorm, was slowly dying in our Zilker apartment. He' d been distant, but the real alarm rang when he slapped a privacy screen on his phone. Then I saw the text, shining briefly on his kitchen counter: "Thinking of you" from a woman named Chloe. My heart hammered, a bitter sense of betrayal rising until I discovered a chilling Venmo payment to her: "$200 for your acting skills 😉". It wasn't paranoia; it was a setup, orchestrated to make me look insane while he planned his exit. As I scrolled through months of their flirty DMs, I realized he hadn' t just cheated; he had stolen our future, even swapping Chloe's name onto the ACL festival tickets I' d bought him. The man I loved weaponized my deepest pain against me, twisting my infertility – a consequence of the accident that took my parents – into his excuse to leave, claiming I was "selfish" and only caring about my "tragedy." Lying heartbroken on the living room floor next to his passed-out form, something inside me ignited. I was not a victim, not anymore. My old life disappeared piece by piece: I cut my hair, quit my dead-end job, and moved into a new apartment. Now, the only question was how publicly I would dismantle the calculating man who had pretended to be my anchor while plotting my demise./0/51624/coverorgin.jpg?v=f7760b193126c15b01909383c73fff86&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Captured By The Mafia Boss
Unbeknownst to Heaton , the man she met that fateful day would alter her life in the most dreadful manner. She was on the verge of being forcibly wed to a ruthless loan shark, courtesy of her conniving uncle's family. Just when she found a way to escape, everything crumbled as Noel , the dreaded kingpin of the underworld, ensnared her, robbing her of the one thing she cherished most—her freedom. Noel basked in the fear, respect, and reverence his name commanded in the city. But his reputation faced an unexpected trial when a familiar stranger brazenly pilfered from him right under his nose. A simmering anger fueled his relentless pursuit to hunt down the audacious pickpocket. Once he captured Heaton , Noel was determined to make her pay for dHeaton ng to cross him. Meanwhile, Heaton harbored an intense loathing for him and would stop at nothing to break free from the clutches of the menacing Mafia. Little did they know that amidst the chaos, an unexpected twist of fate might lead to a heart heist like no other. Read on to unravel the captivating tale./0/23397/coverorgin.jpg?v=ae82b6119922daef777f79be18aadc0f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Seduced By The Mafia King
Hunter King, the king of the underworld, has been designed to drive any woman beyond seven sensations of pleasure. His body is carved to perfection. His biceps clench and flex, and his abs tighten with his every movement. He is powerful and elegant. He is drawn to danger and a determination to conquer. Raven is determined and ready to play at any man's level. She is King's rival which makes her forbidden. As the heir to the Sloane Family, she stands on the opposite of Hunter King. One night on a very chance encounter, Hunter's path crosses that of Raven. Immediately there are drawn, yet they do not know who the either one is to each other. Hunter sets on a ruthless path to make Raven his own, but he is yet to discover who she really is. Can this beauty fall for Hunter's advances? Will they be able to see past their differences and unite as one?/0/74660/coverorgin.jpg?v=f7760b193126c15b01909383c73fff86&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Day He Saved Me
« It's you and me. Together, » he says, his voice soft yet unwavering. « Us against the world. » In that moment, I want to believe him. I want to believe that someone like him - untouchable, adored, the golden boy of our school - could really mean those words. That the universe could be kind enough to let someone like me hold on to someone like him. But life isn't a fairy tale. I know that better than anyone. Growing up, I learned to fear men. To distrust their words, their smiles, and their promises. My stepfather was my first lesson - a cruel man who used his fists and his words to break my mother and me into pieces too small to repair. I watched her endure him, and I told myself I'd never give anyone that power over me. I would never let anyone get close enough to hurt me. And then came that morning. The day Jake Spencer - star quarterback, school heartthrob, a boy who lives in a world so far from mine it might as well be another galaxy - saw me. Not just looked at me, but *saw* me. It was the day he saved me. Maybe he didn't realize what he was doing, but it didn't matter. That small act of kindness cracked something open inside me, like sunlight slipping through the shutters of a locked room. But Jake Spencer doesn't remember that day. How could he ? To him, it was nothing - a fleeting moment in a life full of glory and victories. But to me, it was everything. It was a lifeline, a flicker of hope in a world I thought would always be dark. It doesn't matter. I tell myself that every day. He's the golden boy. I'm the invisible girl. We belong in two different stories, and I'm better off blending into the background. It's safer there. For both of us. But fate has never cared about what I want. When it brings us together again, it isn't gentle. It strikes like lightning - sudden, fierce, and utterly unstoppable. He crashes into my life, turning everything I thought I knew into chaos. He tears down my walls, breaks through my defenses, and leaves me exposed in ways I never thought possible. He destroys me. And just like the first time, I'm the only one who remembers. But what I don't realize is that this time, he's breaking too./1/103536/coverorgin.jpg?v=22723574459d7daa780c3b16c91ac702&imageMogr2/format/webp)
MARRIED BY MISTAKE
She never meant to become his wife. Aria Hale had only stepped into the marriage registry to deliver her sister's documents. Yet somehow, she walked out as the legal wife of Leon Mercer-the city's most ruthless billionaire. One signature. One mistake. One furious husband determined to make her regret it. "You trapped me," he growls, ice lacing every word. "You'll pay for this." But Aria isn't who he thinks she is. She carries secrets he could never imagine-an identity carefully hidden, a fortune he never suspected, and a strength that refuses to break under his cruelty. He assumes she's a gold-digger. She lets him believe it. When he insists she stay until the divorce is finalized, she agrees-but only because she has her own plans. And then he notices. The way she never begs. The subtle power in her laughter. The way other men glance at her... and how his chest tightens in ways he can't explain. By the time the truth comes crashing down-when he finally discovers who she really is-it's too late. Aria is gone. Now the hunter becomes the hunted. The billionaire married the wrong woman by mistake. And losing her will be his greatest regret./0/56491/coverorgin.jpg?v=e07f203525618a6f8d7e40b58e3f2b5b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Unwanted desire
I fell down on my bed. My body aches from practice. It's only four o'clock in the afternoon, it's shocking. Is this how Mommy suffered at HTS? If I only knew, I wouldn’t have bothered to join yet. I struggled to get up and picked up the phone on top of my side table. "Mother Martha," I began tiredly and she answered me with full concern. "Please. Can you just bring me some food up here. Even if you just order another maid. The pain is over. My body really, I can't really go down. All right, thank you. " I immediately removed my bra and stretched. Even maybe opening a social media account is boring to do. I've only been in training for two weeks but I'm tired, I don't want to. I closed my eyes, waking up, tired and tired. I was startled by a noise coming from a cell phone, as if a gunshot had been fired. I seem to have fallen asleep tired. I turned to the person next to me and focused my eyes on his cellphone. My vision was blurred but it didn’t take long and I saw who was next to me. "Calyx!" I slapped him with a lampshade. "Hey! Don't! ” he blocked her face with his arm and immediately left my bed. "Why are you here? And ... And it's still here in my bed! " "I don't know about you. I just delivered your food and then you took advantage of my weakness," she replied and threw my bra on my bed, apparently hanging from her hair. Immediately warmed my face to what he did. I know there was no malice in what he did but I couldn't help but be ashamed. In the crowd, why Calyx yet? "The thickness of your face! Get out of here!" I repel while averting my eyes. "Why are you the one who delivered?" "I volunteered," he answered simply so I turned to him. “I would like to talk to you. I would have woken you up just because you are sound asleep so I would have planned, just wait for you to wake up. ” "So who gave you the right to sit on my bed?" I raise my eyebrow. ” “I am not comfortable on the floor. ” "The thickness of your face, get out!" I rock him a pillow. He also left my room immediately. I just wiped my face. We are now facing each other in the living room as he rubs the lump on his forehead that was hit by the lampshade I hit. "I didn't invite you," he complained. "Don't play the victim. Anyone who sees our position before will think it's ugly." "Ja, you're the one who hugged the two of us. Why are you still angry? Shouldn't I? I feel like I took the wrong course, I should be a politician so I can pass a law that also aims to protect men from your women . " I was amazed at his reasoning. I don’t know if he has a saltik or what. I closed my eyes tightly and whispered to him. "Hey. Calyx Napoleon Tan De Jesus, let's be clear. If you don't want to marry me, make sure no one knows what happened." "You're beautiful. It's not bad to marry you," he smiled mischievously and raised his eyebrows so I threw the magazine at him. I was even more annoyed when he laughed out loud. "Get out of here!" I hit the magazine. "Ja, let's talk," he laughed at my blows. "Let's talk about the two of us— ouch!" he rubbed his forehead and quickly sat down next to me. "What's ours? There is no U.S!" I stomped on him. I sighed as he pulled my two legs closer to him, causing me to lie down on the sofa. He put one arm around my head and brought his face close to mine. I couldn't breathe or even move when our noses came together. I stared into his eyes moving my eyes and my lips. I sighed again when his finger stuck to my forehead as he parted my hair. I closed my eyes tightly and slapped him so he moved away from me. I immediately stood up and walked away from him. I felt my blood boil when I saw him smiling while holding his blushing cheek. "Strength," he said, shaking his head and smiling at me. “But Ja, didn't you crush me then. I was just wondering, why? "Calyx growled. "Can I have Calyx. It's a memory I want to forget," I replied angrily and he laughed. I was about to stone him with the magazine when I heard the doorbell ring. Our assistant hurried to the gate to open the door for the visitor. I focused my eyes on the door of the house. "Are you expecting someone?" he asked in front and lay down on the couch. "It's none of your business. Can you just leave first because it's embarrassing for the visitor. ” "Wow! Heavy! ” he applauded. I turned angrily to the man who was just staring at me. He immediately ‘kissed me. "Fuckboy," I whispered. “Hey, that hurts. You are a judge. ” "Truth hurts, Calyx," I smiled sarcastically. "Ms. Jayesa," the maid approached me. "She's supposed to be your visitor. Keshaun Medrano. Shall I let her in?" “Keshaun? That’s a boy’s name, and you’re still a guest? Are you misleading? ” Calyx stood up and got serious. “What are you doing? You also said, I'm beautiful, ”I replied. I looked back at the maid and ordered him to let Keshaun in. "Jayesa, I know you're 18 but you're still a baby in our brother's eyes." "Why are you interfering?" "I'm just concerned." "Concern? Stop me," I/0/69469/coverorgin.jpg?v=597dd43262c57322d1ef5c9604479560&imageMogr2/format/webp)
