Lady Prim
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Controlling Mr. Coopers
Short stories "You need to stay away from me to stay alive. Am I clear, Miss Bell?" He glowered at me and pulled the water gun from my hands.
Well, what wrong did I do? I am just giving presentation with few realistic examples.
One second... why are you spared of him, Rainbow!
He is just a mere CEO and you are a ten letter long chairwoman.
"Ahem... And you should stay in you limits to stay in the pompany at all." I finally pompleted the statement with ponfident stance but God bless me, I am so spared of this man from inside.
Oh Lord, why did you throw me here?
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Keenan Coopers, who lived a life of royalty, born with a silver spoon and got everything he wanted. What will happen when nobody-like Rainbow comes into his life and turns it upside down?
Rainbow Bell, a nurse by profession, is a kind and meekly spicy girl who aspires to become a doctor. What will happen when she unexpectedly gets under Keenan's skin, not to mention the way she addresses him.
The mistakes in the above paragraphs are not really mistakes, it is how Rainbow speaks. To know more, follow the journey of the opposite poles. An Italian's Escort Lover
Short stories "Why did you follow me, Nicco? We are nothing to each other now." I whispered with so much pain and sorrow coating over my voice.
"Few months ago, time was favorable to you and you chose to leave me." Nicco inched towards me with furious red eyes and clenched jaws in anger, but held my hand ever so gently like he always does. "Now my time has come. See, I found you and now I will make sure you never leave me again. If I need to glue you to me, so be it." He declared firmly and crashed his lips on mine.
Phoebe Smith, an escort of thirteen years sweet and gentle, fell in love with Niccolo Russo who was her only master and the only person who ever touched her. He was her first best friend, her first kiss and her first in everything. So why did she run away from him if she loves him so much?
Niccolo Russo, CEO of Russo empire, Arrogant and bad tempered yet so understanding; felt his heart skip a beat several times only for one woman. Phoebe. She was his friend, his adviser and his sanity. Then what had he ever done to make her run away from him?
Follow the journey of two people bind by promises, duties and responsibilities pulling them apart and how love binds them together forever. The Mafia Monk
Young Adult "I kill for living" I said seriously expecting the beauty before me to back away in fear. I leaned close towards her and brought my face just inches away from her beautiful pinkish face.
"Kill? Kill what?" She frowned. I internally hit my forehead at the raising annoyance. She didn't back away from the closeness, in fact she did not observe it at all. She was too much into the conversation.
"Of course I Kill people. I'm not into poultry to raise and kill chicken." I scoffed and leaned in closer to intimidate her.
I was expecting her to shriek, cry, yell and run away far from me but What I got in response was what exactly you expect from the beauty. The unexpected answer.
"So you clean too. Nice." She told herself with a smile and a appreciative nod.
"Goodness, What and why would I clean?" Furrowing my brows in confusion and utter disbelief, I shook my head to compose myself.
"You said you kill people. You kill bad people to do welfare to the Earth so you are cleaning away dirt right?"
That did it. I, Demyan Lev Petrov, the most powerful, ruthless and dangerous king of Mafia, accept that I lost the argument to her.
Zinnia Mae White, the most innocent and a mental girl I ever got lucky to meet. That crazy girl doesn't know whom to fear and whom not to. The day she entered my life was the day my happy, bloody, dangerous life, she turned it, crushed it and made me lose my sanity with everything she does and says.
But Damn, I love that in her so much.
I love her
This mental, fickle minded, school teacher of mine!
My Zinnia, My insane solace. You might like
The Skydiving Betrayal: His Steep Fall
Elizabeth I spent months overcoming my fear of heights, just so I could go skydiving with my boyfriend on our anniversary.
But on the plane, Cole strapped my safety harness onto his "best friend" Giselle, telling me to wait for the next trip because she had just gone through a breakup, was feeling down, and needed this thrill to bounce back.
She didn't care about my efforts at all, trying to brush me off with just a few words.
Cole desperately defended her, accusing me of being petty and making a mountain out of a molehill.
"She's fragile, Cathy! You're just jealous of a bond between us that you could never understand!"
He actually expected me to accept being an outsider in my own relationship, while my family kept pressuring me to drop my so-called pride.
For eight years, I poured everything into our relationship, only to finally realize I was nothing but a placeholder, expected to exit the stage whenever Giselle needed him.
His constant emotional manipulation and blatant favoritism left me utterly exhausted.
So, I packed my bags, paid him back every single cent he ever spent on me, and left without looking back.
It was time for me to take over the multi-million dollar corporate project he was about to ruin.
He really needed to see how I would step to the peak of my career! My Husband Murdered Our Unborn Baby
Jun Wen When I was eight months pregnant, I collapsed suddenly from a severe pregnancy complication.
In the hospital, my husband, Easton, refused to approve my emergency C-section.
Standing beside my bleeding body with his mistress, Colette, he held a postnuptial agreement in his hand.
He forced me to give up all our assets and take on Colette's massive debts. He even called the police and falsely accused me of stealing a fake luxury watch, trying to stop me from paying for my own medical care.
"Sign it, and you get the surgery. Otherwise, don't expect to live."
Because of his delay, my baby's heartbeat stopped.
I completely broke down, grieving the child he had killed. He thought he had won. He thought I was a housewife he could manipulate however he pleased.
But he forgot — I was the Chief Financial Officer who helped him build his entire corporate empire. And I had evidence of every single one of his financial crimes. He Chose Her Over Our Baby
Rafaela Kokkotou asked my husband a silly TikTok challenge question: if it weren't me, who would he have married?
He didn't hesitate. He said one name — Chloe, my once-closest best friend, the same woman who stole my first love years ago.
This wasn't a joke. I soon found out he'd lied about a business trip. While I was in surgery, he was secretly vacationing with her, leaving me alone in the hospital.
When I confronted them, my husband — to protect her — shoved me hard onto the cold floor. The violent impact made me lose our two-month-old baby.
Just as my world was completely falling apart, Chloe leaned in with a victorious smirk and whispered her darkest secret: she had deliberately deleted my dying mother's final voicemail, making me miss my last chance to say goodbye.
My husband knew exactly what kind of vicious person she was, and he still chose to protect her in front of his bleeding wife.
Looking at the man now kneeling before me, crying and begging for mercy, I calmly pulled out the divorce papers.
"Sign it. Then leave." Guest User: My Marriage's Betrayal
CHRISTINE ROBINSON I sacrificed my career and endured agonizing IVF treatments, all just to give my husband's wealthy family an heir.
But when I checked the smart ring app his company had launched, I discovered my personal profile was labeled as a "Temporary User"—all data automatically wiped every 90 days.
And positioned right above me, the name of his junior employee, Katerina, was glaringly listed as the "Primary User," complete with a detailed log tracking her 24-week pregnancy.
When I confronted him, Calvin didn't apologize. Instead, he brought his pregnant mistress home.
He actually demanded that I act as her caretaker, while his mother sneered, calling me a disposable ornament and ordering me to leave the marriage with nothing.
My husband had merely used my painful fertility struggles to beta-test his algorithms, while secretly using our marital assets to fund his new family.
In this marriage, I was nothing but a temporary data point.
They thought I would silently accept being treated as a disposable "guest."
But I handed over the evidence of his severe data privacy violations to a shrewd, ruthless lawyer, and then decisively exposed the truth to the world.