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Ruthless Ex-Husband
Romance "Blue, let's talk." My husband responded coldly to me.
I smiled before answering "About what Sean?"
I was going to say something to him too but he got ahead of me so he will go first.
"I have something to tell you too, but you go first" when I offered to him.
He took something from the drawer and placed it on the table, he's giving me this cold look again.
"Sign this." I looked at the brown envelope before I took it.
Something is telling me not to open this, I nervously opened the envelope, and guess what i wasn't wrong.
A divorce paper.
I looked at Sean as if to indicate what this meant.
"Sign it." He pointed out the brown envelope.
"B-but why? What did I do?" I asked with a trembling voice.
"Blue, let's get over this, we didn't like it" he answered.
"I made a promise to Brianna" he took a ballpoint pen and placed it on the side of the brown envelope.
"Brianna huh? You really like women, what can I do?" I have to let go.
As for who would like someone like me, Sean was right.
There were tears in the corner of my eyes, I was looking at the divorce paper, thinking if I should sign this or no
Considering that he is a famous actor and owns a large company, how will Sean's fans react if they find out that his girlfriend is a man? They'll probably just bash him, his career means a lot to his family and to him.
Actually he is Sean Gilo Falva and I'm just a normal fan, Blue Carvaro.
"Before I sign it, can we hug you at least for the last moment?" I saw confusion in his eyes.
Why did I say we? Because I'm pregnant, I'm 2 weeks pregnant, I want to tell him not to throw away our future child.
"Sure..? I thought yo-"
"Nevermind that, I also forgot to tell you" I cut him off.
He nodded, you can still see the confusion in his eyes.
I smiled bitterly, I came to him and hugged him tightly, he hugged me back.
After that he signed the divorce paper.
I then packed my things and left the house, he was just outside the house, he's watching me leave.
I rubbed my tummy "sorry baby I can't do anything, your father doesn't want us so I'll hide you from him" I didn't realize I was crying, I wiped my tears before getting inside the car. Secret Relationship With My Teacher
Romance Good morning everyone I'm ma'am Cheska Marie Alfonso
23 years old major in math.
Are you the boys in the back room?
Jusko just stares at the five people as if they are about to eat a person,
What's your name Mr. I call in blue.
It looked at me from head to toe.
good right,
hot bro,
Is Nash a sexy new toy?
Yup, our new toy, smiling at the same time.
I heard their conversation so much that I was nervous and my knees were shaking.
New I'm new to teaching I guess I'm still unlucky I promised myself.
Ma'am Cheska, don't pay attention to them. They are gangsters. That's what one of my students said.
I came closer and bowed down. How many years have they been? That's their male person ohh I promise that it's almost a whisper.
They are 23, ma'am. They are going back and forth. They are their servants. We are here in the room and if we don't obey, we will be punished.
I was surprised by what he said, what kind of punishment will they award to their fellow students who are studying here.
What's the use of the teachers here if it's not even a name
Questions in my mind.
Excuse me miss hot
miss sexy
Miss wet
What the fuck
Don't stop yelling at us
Don't fight us anymore
Because next time all the boys inside this room our touch all the parts of yours hmmm let me try He said as he approached
Don't promise I'm in tears
Ok but next time taste it with a smile
They have come out since I apologized to my student
I picked up all my things and was about to leave
Ma'am please don't leave us Iwan ni Isa No one stays here since the opening. Until now, we haven't learned anything, they said.
They are poor. I was saddened by what I found out, but I'm afraid to stay here any longer.
Please miss cheska help us they promised at the same time
Little by little I nodded because of their smile The Killer Obssession
Romance "Who is the traitor to you?" I kindly asked the three men kneeling in front of me, I know them. they are the traitors in my company‚ even if I know the truth I want to ask them first, so it won't be boring.
"No one to speak?" I raised the gun I was holding and pointed it at the man in the middle.
"Sir" my staff called me but I ignored it.
"Sir" he called again.
"Sir! Sir Red is here!” shouted my staff, I immediately let go of the gun I was holding and ran out of the basement‚ fuck! what is he doing here?
"B-babe‚ what are you doing here?" I asked nervously, he turned to me with his two hands behind his back.
He approached me with a smile on his face, his smile. I know those smiles.
“Ouch!” I complained because he slapped me, he didn't slap me hard.
"What have you done Calix Damien?" he asked with raised eyebrows, making me swallow my own saliva.
Fuck! I'm a killer but I'm very afraid of our red.
"answer!" he shouted at me.
“Um—”
"Do you answer now?" he asked me with wide eyes.
"Didn't you say"
"Answer, that's the right answer. Now, you can go outside tonight!" he shouted at me and left in front of me, leaving me speechless.
“Fuck”
"Oh go ahead and swear, I'm going to lie in your mouth" he turned his gaze sharply at me.
I wanted to complain but I chose to keep quiet, fuck! what is wrong with our man and I'm so scared of him?
"You're nervous, sir, aren't you? Me too" my staff Aries whispered to me, even my staff are now afraid of him too You might like
Shielded By The Ruthless Military Boss
Mo Yufei I was an intern nurse working exhausting shifts, yet my mother constantly forced me into blind dates with wealthy, arrogant men to secure our family's social standing.
During a terrifying hospital lockdown, an assassin disguised as a doctor held a scalpel to my throat. I was almost killed, but a high-ranking military colonel threw his own body down a flight of concrete stairs to shield me.
I survived with cuts and bruises, but when I went home, my mother didn't care about my near-death experience. She was only furious that I had rushed out on my blind date with Preston, a rich financial analyst.
She forced me to meet him to apologize. When Preston grabbed my arm, bruised me, and mocked my attack as a pathetic lie, my mother still took his side.
"Men get angry," she told me coldly. "It's your job not to provoke them. You will beg for his forgiveness, or you are no longer welcome in this house."
I had narrowly escaped an assassin, yet my own family was willing to feed me to a monster just for a fat paycheck and neighborhood gossip.
My heart went completely dead.
So, when the intimidating Colonel appeared, offering me maximum military protection through a sudden marriage, I didn't hesitate.
I walked back into my parents' house and calmly slapped a crisp marriage certificate onto the coffee table.
"I won't be apologizing to Preston. I got married today." Flash Marriage To My Best Friend's Father
Madel Cerda I was once the heiress to the Solomon empire, but after it crumbled, I became the "charity case" ward of the wealthy Hyde family. For years, I lived in their shadows, clinging to the promise that Anson Hyde would always be my protector.
That promise shattered when Anson walked into the ballroom with Claudine Chapman on his arm. Claudine was the girl who had spent years making my life a living hell, and now Anson was announcing their engagement to the world.
The humiliation was instant. Guests sneered at my cheap dress, and a waiter intentionally sloshed champagne over me, knowing I was a nobody. Anson didn't even look my way; he was too busy whispering possessively to his new fiancée. I was a ghost in my own home, watching my protector celebrate with my tormentor.
The betrayal burned. I realized I wasn't a ward; I was a pawn Anson had kept on a shelf until he found a better trade. I had no money, no allies, and a legal trust fund that Anson controlled with a flick of his wrist.
Fleeing to the library, I stumbled into Dallas Koch-a titan of industry and my best friend's father. He was a wall of cold, absolute power that even the Hydes feared.
"Marry me," I blurted out, desperate to find a shield Anson couldn't climb.
Dallas didn't laugh. He pulled out a marriage agreement and a heavy fountain pen.
"Sign," he commanded, his voice a low rumble. "But if you walk out that door with me, you never go back."
I signed my name, trading my life for the only man dangerous enough to keep me safe. While I Was Bleeding Out, He Lit Lanterns For Her
Katie Oettgen As I lay on the floor of our manor, bleeding out from a ruptured ectopic pregnancy, I used my last ounce of strength to call my husband, Cole.
I begged him for help, my vision blurring.
But the only thing I heard was the clinking of champagne glasses and his mistress's giggle in the background.
"Stop the drama, June," Cole snapped, his voice cold. "We're about to go on stage. Don't call again."
He hung up, leaving me to die alone on the Persian rug while he accepted an award with another woman on his arm.
I woke up in the hospital days later. My baby was gone. They had removed my fallopian tube.
Cole finally arrived, smelling of expensive scotch and his mistress's perfume. He didn't hug me. He didn't cry.
Instead, he leaned over my hospital bed, pressing his knee into the mattress until my fresh stitches tore open and bled.
"You embarrassed me by calling an ambulance," he hissed. "My mistress, Alycia, says you're faking it. Clean yourself up."
He left me bleeding again to go announce a $10 million donation to Alycia's "groundbreaking" medical research.
I stared at the TV screen, numb. The research Alycia was taking credit for? It was mine. I wrote that patent years ago under a pseudonym.
They thought I was just a poor, orphan housewife who needed Cole's money to survive.
They had no idea I was actually a billionaire scientist hiding my identity.
I pulled the IV needle out of my arm. A drop of blood fell onto the divorce papers I had been hiding.
I didn't wipe it off. I signed my name right over it.
Then I walked into the bank, reactivated my dormant account with $128 million, and bought the penthouse directly overlooking Cole's house.
The mourning widow is dead. The avenger is born. Too Late, Mr. CEO: Watch Me Shine
Nieves Gómez Kayla stood outside the CEO suite, holding a custom suit for her fiancé, Brennon. They had spent seven years building a tech company from a freezing garage into a billion-dollar empire.
But through the cracked door, she heard the breathy laugh of Evelin, the newly hired director. Then came Brennon's low, careless voice.
"The wedding's a PR milestone for the IPO, nothing more."
Kayla's blood turned to ice.
"She's comfortable. Makes sense on paper," Brennon continued. "But you, Evelin. You understand ambition."
The betrayal hit her like a physical blow. She had written the core code that made him a billionaire. She had stayed up until 4 AM debugging while he slept on a futon. Now, he was mocking their relationship to his mistress and handing over her life's work to a woman who couldn't even read a data log.
Seven years of loyalty, reduced to a PR stunt. She didn't cry. Instead, a cold, violent clarity washed over her. Why should she let him keep the crown she forged?
Without a word, she pulled the three-carat diamond off her finger and dropped it into her bag. She walked out of the building, drafted her resignation, and accepted a VP position at his biggest Wall Street rival. It was time to show Brennon what happened when the real genius behind his empire decided to tear it down. One Night With My Billionaire Boss
Nathaniel Stone I woke up on silk sheets that smelled of expensive cedar and cold sandalwood, a world away from my cramped apartment in Brooklyn.
Beside me lay Ezra Gardner-my boss, the billionaire CEO of Gardner Holdings, and the man who could end my career with a snap of his fingers.
He didn't offer an apology for the night before; instead, he looked at me with terrifying clarity and proposed a cold, calculated business arrangement.
"Marriage. It stabilizes the board and solves the PR crisis before it begins."
He dressed me in archival Chanel and sent me home in his Maybach, but my life was already falling apart. My boyfriend, Irving, claimed he had passed out early, yet his location data placed him at my best friend's apartment until three in the morning. When I tried to run, I realized Ezra was already ten steps ahead, tracking my movements and uncovering the secret I'd spent twenty years hiding: my connection to the powerful Senator Grimes.
I was trapped between a CEO who treated me like a line item on a quarterly report and a boyfriend who had been using me while sleeping with my closest friend. I felt like a pawn in a game I didn't understand, wondering why a man like Ezra would walk up forty flights of stairs on a broken leg just to make sure I was safe.
"Showtime, Mrs. Gardner."
Standing on the red carpet in a gown that cost more than my life, I watched my cheating ex-boyfriend's face turn pale as Ezra claimed me in front of the world. I wasn't just an assistant anymore; I was a weapon, and it was time to burn their world down. Too Late: The Masked Heiress Returns
Annabell Seto Chloe Beaumont's adopted sister, Victoria, handed her a glass of champagne with a sweet smile right before the violent car crash.
Victoria and Chloe's fiancé, Asher, left her in the freezing rain with broken ribs and a dislocated arm, certain she would die.
When Chloe dragged her bleeding, mud-caked body back to the estate three days later, her family didn't offer a shred of comfort.
Instead, Victoria squeezed out fake tears, claiming Chloe had gone insane.
"Mother! Chloe came back and started saying these crazy things, and then she attacked me!"
Her stepmother slapped her, her brothers called her a disgrace, and her father coldly watched as they accused Chloe of faking her horrific wounds for attention.
They even conspired to marry her off to a dying, reclusive heir just to clear the path for Victoria's grand engagement.
Looking at their disgusted faces, Chloe's usually warm eyes turned to ice.
She finally understood that her own family never cared if she lived or died; they only wanted her out of the way.
But she wasn't the weak, naive girl they thought they had broken.
Using her hidden skills, Chloe meticulously painted a grotesque, permanent-looking burn scar across her cheek.
She picked the lock of her bedroom door and headed straight for Victoria and Asher's lavish engagement party.
If they wanted to treat her like a ruined monster, she would use that mask to tear their perfect, glittering world to shreds. Pampered By The Cold Mind Reading Tycoon
Hen Bu I woke up from a coma in the hospital, universally condemned as the vicious daughter who pushed the beloved fake heiress, Georgina, down the stairs.
My ruthless billionaire brother, Angelo, stood over my bed with cold eyes, ready to destroy me for hurting his precious sister.
But as I looked at him, a terrifying prophecy from my coma flooded my brain. Our entire family was doomed.
In the original timeline, Georgina would team up with corporate rivals to bankrupt the company, frame Angelo, and send him to federal prison, while our parents would abandon me to die miserably.
Lying there, I didn't dare speak. I just desperately cursed my idiot brother in my head.
"This stupid brother is still yelling at me for that fake heiress. He doesn't even know he's going to be framed and sent to prison next month!"
I just wanted to stay quiet, let them ruin themselves, and run away from this toxic family.
But strangely, Angelo didn't strangle me. Instead, his attitude took a shocking turn.
He abruptly fired the driver plotting to kill him, destroyed the abusive fiancé of a family ally, and publicly humiliated Georgina at a high-society gala.
He even shielded me from our abusive parents, declaring to the world that I was the only sister he would ever protect.
I was completely terrified and confused. Why was the tyrant brother suddenly acting like a protective beast?
It wasn't until he flawlessly crushed a massive corporate attack using the exact financial secrets I had just complained about in my mind that a horrifying realization hit me.
He could hear my inner thoughts! Bought The Billionaire For One Night
Cait A week before my wedding, I went to the airport parking garage to surprise my fiancé with a luxury watch.
Instead, I caught him having sex in his car with my best friend and maid of honor.
Devastated and desperate to forget, I went to an exclusive club and blew my $50,000 trust fund to buy a one-night stand with a gorgeous stranger.
But the nightmare was just beginning.
At work, my cheating best friend stole my hard-earned promotion, and my ex shamelessly defended her.
Worse, the escort I had paid for sex turned out to be the ruthless new CEO of my airline.
He tormented me on a flight to Paris. When I was robbed of my passport and wallet on the freezing streets, he forced me to be his gala date just to get my life back.
But the ultimate trap was waiting for me in New York.
A secretly taken photo of me leaving the CEO's penthouse leaked on the company forum.
"I knew she got that Paris trip for a reason."
My ex and my former best friend led the charge in the comments, framing me as a shameless gold digger who slept her way to the top.
I was stripped of my flying credentials, suspended from the job I loved, and publicly humiliated.
I didn't understand why the CEO was playing these cruel games, or who had orchestrated this perfect trap to ruin my life.
Standing outside the airport with my career in ashes, I realized crying wouldn't save me.
I wiped my tears, accepted my mother's invitation to a high-society mixer, and prepared to make everyone who set me up pay the price. 
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