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The Billionaire's Blueprint
Sci-fi One night. One mistake. One billionaire who won't let her walk away.
When Bella Bluefield agrees to a spontaneous night out, she never expects to wake up next to Xavier Louis - the cold, ruthless CEO of LV Group with a reputation as unbreakable as his empire. It was supposed to be a one-night stand. But weeks later, when she shows up at his office for a job interview... their worlds collide.
And then she drops a bombshell:
"I'm pregnant, sir."
What starts as an impossible situation spirals into a high-stakes war of secrets, sabotage, and shattered loyalties. With powerful enemies closing in - including Bella's own manipulative mother - and a multi-billion-dollar scandal threatening Xavier's legacy, the line between business and desire begins to blur.
As love ignites, betrayal strikes - and someone wants Bella silenced.
Forever.
In a world where every choice could cost them everything, Bella must decide if she's strong enough to fight for her child, her truth... and the man who just might break her heart.
My Crush
Young Adult Olivia Davies had it all. Beauty, brains, and an ego big enough to match. With heads turning wherever she walked, she ruled Royal Kids High like a queen, perfectly content living with her mother and causing just enough mischief to keep life interesting.
But then he showed up.
Brian Kings, the quiet, effortlessly charming new guy - and the son of a billionaire no one at school seemed to recognize. Simple, humble, and totally unfazed by her attitude, Brian was everything Olivia couldn't stand... and maybe, deep down, exactly what she needed.
She swore she hated him. He was a rude bastard, after all.
But he couldn't care less what she thought.
So how did they end up tangled in a love story neither of them saw coming?
"How did I fall helplessly in love with you?"
"Because we were always meant to be." You might like
Rising From Ashes: The Betrayed Queen Returns
My Sweet Super Wife I woke up strapped to a freezing operating table, a gaping hole crudely sutured over my heart.
Joi Rocha, my supposed guardian, stood nearby holding a glowing vial that contained my freshly extracted Phoenix gene sequence.
"Don't blame me, sweetheart. Gayla's body is just too weak. She needs this sequence more than you do."
In my past life, I endured years of illegal biological harvests for this family. My fiancé Brennon watched with cold eyes as they ripped the gene from my chest, while the elite academy students filmed and mocked my bleeding, broken body. They stripped me of my status, drained every drop of my worth, and left me to die in a freezing tomb just so their precious fake daughter could thrive.
Until my dying breath, I didn't understand. I had given them my absolute loyalty, so why was I treated like disposable medical waste? Why did my life mean absolutely nothing to them?
But opening my eyes again, I realized I had returned to the exact day they stole my core.
This time, I didn't cry or beg. I stared dead into Joi's eyes and smiled.
I detonated the residual energy in my chest to incinerate Gayla's stolen sequence, faked my own flatline, and injected myself with a hidden dark matter drive to completely rewrite my DNA.
If they wanted to play God with my life, I was going to burn their entire world to ash. The Galaxii Series Omnibus 1
Christina Engela Just think about it.
As frontiers go, this is probably the most final of them all, not because it may be the last
frontier, but because as long as we try to cross it and explore it, we take it with us. No
matter how far we go, the frontier will always be just that much ahead of us, tantalizing our
curiosities. Thus, we can never really cross it in so far as just push it back a little.
The universe is so vast, so immense, we can never expect to explore it all. It is in effect,
not so much a final frontier as an ultimate frontier; the ultimate frontier – as wide as it
is deep. Stars shine coldly in the unimaginable blackness. Out of the darkness, a tiny speck
caught the distant light of stars – a tiny gray speck that, as it moved, seemed to grow
larger, catching the light just so until it revealed itself to be a ship.
Mykl d’Angelo groaned where he sat slumped in his chair. The irritating noise was unsettling
his pet dog lying on his lap. The wickerwork garden chair creaked pleasantly under him and
some native Earth birds made pleasant sounds above while the cool wind wafted over him as he
lazily …
Wait-a-minute! His Twisted Game, Her Rebirth
Luo Chengfeng The fluorescent hum of the deserted office was my constant companion, a symphony to my late-night grind as an architect, building dreams one blueprint at a time.
Then, out of nowhere, text shimmered in the air, a chilling heads-up display only I could see: "[Target acquired: The Architect. She' s working late again. Perfect.]"
My blood ran cold as more lines appeared, taunting me with plans for a "Chivalry Challenge" at a $5,700 prize.
It finally clicked-Mark Johnson, that slimy social media influencer who' d turn women' s fear into profit, had found me.
He came, smooth as ever, with a drugged coffee, mocking me while I fought through a fogged mind, my desperate calls for help swallowed by his practiced lies to the security guard.
My brothers came back for me, their faces illuminated by flashing lights, my last-ditch effort to crash his car paying off just as I succumbed to the drug.
But the nightmare wasn' t over; Mark walked free, his lawyer spinning tales of my "manic episodes," leaving my brother Chris to face assault charges for defending me.
The injustice burned, fueling a rage that cleared the haze: he wouldn't win, not if I could help it.
"This isn't over," I declared, my voice steady, eyes fixed on my brothers, ready to dismantle his empire.
Then Michael sent me the link-Mark' s new video, painting me as the aggressor, a "crazy" woman.
Scrolling through the venomous comments, one caught my eye: "DesignDiva88," my colleague Lisa Chen, claiming she' d told him to "back off."
She was complicit, a willing accessory, and with that, I knew exactly how to begin. Love's Betrayal, A Mother's Vow
Xiao Youzi Ava stepped off the jet, eager to finally hug her daughter, Lily, after eighteen months away on a critical mission.
A familiar face, her handler, handed her a tablet, saying, "Welcome home, Ava. Everything is ready for your debriefing tomorrow. Tonight is yours."
Her eyes immediately landed on a headline: "Tech Prodigy Lily Thorne Exposed as Fraud, Groundbreaking AI Code Auctioned Off by Estranged Husband Mark Vance."
And then the photo. Lily, bound to a chair on a brightly lit stage, her face pale, a mixture of shock and utter devastation.
Her estranged son-in-law, Mark Vance, stood beside a woman Ava didn' t recognize-his new fiancée, Chloe.
He was sneering into the camera, declaring Lily would be finished, blacklisted, her future one of "menial jobs and constant public humiliation."
The tablet shattered in Ava' s hand, cracks spiderwebbing across the screen.
Her blood ran cold. The rage was a physical force, shimmering in the air around her.
How could he do this? How could a man she once trusted betray her daughter so completely, so publicly?
This wasn't just a betrayal; it was an execution.
"The mission isn' t over," Ava declared, her voice unnaturally calm, her gaze fixed on something far beyond the horrified handler. "It just began." The Butcher's Heart, A Boy's Hope
Qing Cheng The acrid smell of disinfectant and old wax assaulted my seventy-year-old nose.
One moment, I was Butcher Betty, cleaver in hand, surrounded by the familiar scent of my shop.
The next, I was a stranger in a sterile, enormous kitchen, wearing a stiff uniform, feather duster in my hand.
Then, a cold, mechanical voice boomed directly inside my head: "Transmigration successful. Welcome, Host 734."
My new identity: Betty, the cruel and sycophantic housekeeper of the Anderson family, tasked with following a novel' s plot.
My first directive: lock eight-year-old Liam, the biological son, in the dark, damp basement without dinner to solidify my loyalty to the adopted son, Kevin.
I looked at the small, terrified boy cowering in the corner, his eyes wide with a wariness that shouldn' t be in a child.
This wasn' t a character. This was a scared, hungry kid.
The system blared warnings, demanding I adhere to the script, that I become the villain.
But I was a butcher. I fed people. I didn't starve them.
"The plot can go to hell," I muttered, grabbing a saucepan. "This boy is getting a hot meal." Their Betrayal, Her Billions
Jiuye Fenglin My world was a bland digital prison, my consciousness shunted into OmniVerse after their "Full Dive VR Consciousness Upload" experiment went belly-up, leaving me stuck in a hideous default avatar.
I streamed as SeraphSix, a voice of calm in the chaos, but I was constantly battling the insidious rumors calling me a "catfish" and a fraud.
Rival streamer JessiByte, more cleavage than content, fanned those flames, and "KevlarKing," my biggest tipper, arrogantly challenged me to turn on my face cam for a pathetic five hundred dollars, clearly wanting to impress her and humiliate me.
He'd even stooped to leaking a blurry, out-of-context screenshot of my plain default avatar, trying to make me look bad.
The constant accusations, fueled by their jealousy and entitlement, were draining.
Living as merely a voice behind a mask, fighting off attacks from those who sought to expose me as a "fraud" because my forced avatar didn't match the allure they imagined from my voice and intellect, felt like a constant insult to my true self.
My real life had been about beauty and presence; this default skin was a torment, and the whole situation entirely unfair, festering with cold anger.
Why was I stuck fighting in this superficial world that judged only surface, while my intellectual contributions were dismissed? Why did they so desperately want to expose a "plainness" that wasn't even mine?
Just as I prepared to end another exhausting stream, a private notification from the System flashed: "Host compensation protocol initiated. Restitution package available. Replicate original biometric signature onto current avatar?"
My breath caught.
My real face. The one I thought I' d lost forever.
The game was about to change.