Be My Wifey, or Lose Your Job

His Cure (Being His Exclusive Writer)

*My cheating boyfriend from your favorite author has been updated.* A smile appears on his lips. Ten 0' clock. She never misses. ... Gregory Winslow is a young man that suffers from the pain of losing his mother when he was young. However,every day,at exactly 10:00am,he get his cure; A chapter update from his favorite's Author. The author left a note one day, apprising her readers of her sudden departure from the writing community. Gregory was deplored at the news but he made an offer to have her be his contracted writer on her Instagram account; *Hey?. I've got an exclusive offer. Wanna be my personal writer?. I will pay you.* .. Will the Author accept his offer?. Will this contract turn to forever?.

Mr CEO, Don't Love Me!

"Don't tell me you plan on losing your virg*nity to him?!"Helen eyes widened. "Dear Helen, wouldn't it be heartwarming to lose that to a man like John,a man who knows how to make my heart to jump"I traced my fingers on the table as I moved closer to her. "Alright,I know you're not gonna do that. You wouldn't be that crazy,in front of him. He's got all the looks,oh yea,but who knows if he's got the manners?"she rasped. "I don't care. I'm not quite a well - mannered lady either."I smirks. "Helene,here is the man I've been trying to grab his attention,now the best opportunity is here,on a gold plate..."I breathed out a happy air. "I don't care if I become his baby mama tonight."I bit my lips.

His Crazy Maid

"Be my maid for a month."the words slipped out of his mouth smoothly. Annie's worst nightmare. Being someone's maid. ★★ Annie John was just an helpless lady that hawks some fruits jn the street. This was to fend for both herself and her mother. Her mom was diagnosed of a diseases and she was told to bring $100,000,000. The doctor seems not to give a damn about where she will get it from. After Annie's pleas,he felt pity towards her and told her to be his maid,so as to pay off her debts. Will Annie accept her worst nightmare?

Life as a celebrity

Geum bi is a crazy but lovely girl. She is jobless,lives with her friend - Lily who is already telling her to get a job. Lily works in a coffee shop. One day, Lily told Geum that there's a job vacancy at a young billionaire's place. Geum was reluctant to go first as the billionaire in question is just someone she dislikes. As she got there,the billionaire told his manager to shut the gate so no one will come in again as there's a lot of participants already. What then happens? Find out!!

Dying in silence.

⛸️Dying in silence⛸️ (My savior) Story written by Ajayi Esther. Prologue Are you the lousy type?👄 Or💗 Are you the silent type?🤐 If you're the silent type then you not alone, Fontana is with you. Meet Fontana - an eighteen years old girl. Despite all mistreatment from her class mates,she still kept quiet not standing up to them. She kept all this in her mind,not having the courage to tell it to the face of her bullies. She kept talking to her self in her mind. What happens when the thought is over flood?. Meet 👉 Darrel,a tall good looking guy who is a player. What happens when he comes to Fontana's school? And what happens when Fontana started saying all the mistreatment she has received from her classmates on which she has been keeping in her mind to him unconsciously on his first day in school? Will Darrel listen to her? Find out in this story where Fontana is dying in silence. Let's take a sneak peek 💃💃💃💃💃💃 *You bitch!, you're nothing but a bitch,why did you step on me?* *How dare her spread a gum on my seat* *What?,you spill my milk? 💃💃💃💃💃 This story is base on fiction. Should I continue ? If you want me to,say I'm with you.

The Ghost Wife's Billion Dollar Tech Comeback

Today is October 14th, my birthday. I returned to New York after months away, dragging my suitcase through the biting wind, but the VIP pickup zone where my husband’s Maybach usually idled was empty. When I finally let myself into our Upper East Side penthouse, I didn’t find a cake or a "welcome home" banner. Instead, I found my husband, Caden, kneeling on the floor, helping our five-year-old daughter wrap a massive gift for my half-sister, Adalynn. Caden didn’t even look up when I walked in; he was too busy laughing with the girl who had already stolen my father’s legacy and was now moving in on my family. "Auntie Addie is a million times better than Mommy," my daughter Elara chirped, clutching a plush toy Caden had once forbidden me from buying for her. "Mommy is mean," she whispered loudly, while Caden just smirked, calling me a "drill sergeant" before whisking her off to Adalynn’s party without a second glance. Later that night, I saw a video Adalynn posted online where my husband and child laughed while mocking my "sensitive" nature, treating me like an inconvenient ghost in my own home. I had spent five years researching nutrition for Elara’s health and managing every detail of Caden’s empire, only to be discarded the moment I wasn't in the room. How could the man who set his safe combination to my birthday completely forget I even existed? The realization didn't break me; it turned me into ice. I didn't scream or beg for an explanation. I simply walked into the study, pulled out the divorce papers I’d drafted months ago, and took a black marker to the terms. I crossed out the alimony, the mansion, and even the custody clause—if they wanted a life without me, I would give them exactly what they asked for. I left my four-carat diamond ring on the console table and walked out into the rain with nothing but a heavily encrypted hard drive. The submissive Mrs. Holloway was gone, and "Ghost," the most lethal architect in the tech world, was finally back online to take back everything they thought I’d forgotten.

The Scars Behind My Golden Dress

I spent four hours preparing a five-course meal for our fifth anniversary. When Jackson finally walked into the penthouse an hour late, he didn't even look at the table. He just dropped a thick Manila envelope in front of me and told me he was done. He said his stepsister, Davida, was getting worse and needed "stability." I wasn't his wife; I was a placeholder, a temporary fix he used until the woman he actually loved was ready to take my place. Jackson didn't just want a divorce; he wanted to erase me. He called me a "proprietary asset," claiming that every design I had created to save his empire belonged to him. He froze my bank accounts, cut off my phone, and told me I’d be nothing without his name. Davida even called me from her hospital bed to flaunt the family heirloom ring Jackson claimed was lost, mocking me for being "baggage" that was finally being cleared out. I stood in our empty home, realizing I had spent five years being a martyr for a man who saw me as a transaction. I couldn't understand how he could be so blind to the monster he was protecting, or how he could discard me so coldly after I had given him everything. I grabbed my hidden sketchbook, shredded our wedding portrait, and walked out into the rain. I dialed a number I hadn't touched in years—a dangerous man known as The Surgeon who dealt in debts and shadows. I told him I was ready to pay his price. Jackson and Davida wanted to steal my identity, but I was about to show the world the literal scars they had left behind.

Pregnant and Divorced: I Hid His Heir

Vivian clutched her Hermès bag, her doctor's words echoing: "Extremely high-risk pregnancy." She hoped the baby would save her cold marriage, but Julian wasn't in London as his schedule claimed. Instead, a paparazzi photo revealed his early return-with a blonde woman, not his wife, at the private airport exit. The next morning, Julian served divorce papers, callously ending their "duty" marriage for his ex, Serena. A horrifying contract clause gave him the right to terminate her pregnancy or seize their child. Humiliated, demoted, and forced to fake an ulcer, Vivian watched him parade his affair, openly discarding her while celebrating Serena. This was a calculated erasure, not heartbreak. He cared only for his image, confirming he would "handle" the baby himself. A primal rage ignited her. "Just us," she whispered to her stomach, vowing to sign the divorce on her terms, keep her secret safe, and walk away from Sterling Corp for good, ready to protect her child alone.

THE LYCAN KING'S TREASURED LUNA

Narine never expected to survive. Not after what was done to her body, mind, and soul. But fate had other plans. Rescued by Supreme Alpha Sargis, the kingdom's most feared ruler, she finds herself under the protection of a man she doesn't know... and a bond she doesn't understand. Sargis is no stranger to sacrifice. Ruthless, ambitious, and loyal to the sacred matebond, he's spent years searching for the soul fate promised him, never imagining she would come to him broken, on the brink of death, and afraid of her own shadow. He never meant to fall for her... but he does. Hard and fast. And he'll burn the world before letting anyone hurt her again. What begins in silence between two fractured souls slowly grows into something intimate and real. But healing is never linear. With the court whispering, the past clawing at their heels, and the future hanging by a thread, their bond is tested again and again. Because falling in love is one thing. Surviving it? That's a war of its own. Narine must decide, can she survive being loved by a man who burns like fire, when all she's ever known is how not to feel? Will she shrink for the sake of peace, or rise as Queen for the sake of his soul? For readers who believe even the most fractured souls can be whole again, and that true love doesn't save you. It stands beside you while you save yourself.

Jilted Bride's Revenge: The Valkyrie Awakens

I had been a wife for exactly six hours when I woke up to the sound of my husband’s heavy breathing. In the dim moonlight of our bridal suite, I watched Hardin, the man I had adored for years, intertwined with my sister Carissa on the chaise lounge. The betrayal didn't come with an apology. Hardin stood up, unashamed, and sneered at me. "You're awake? Get out, you frumpy mute." Carissa huddled under a throw, her fake tears already welling up as she played the victim. They didn't just want me gone; they wanted me erased to protect their reputations. When I refused to move, my world collapsed. My father didn't offer a shoulder to cry on; he threatened to have me committed to a mental asylum to save his business merger. "You're a disgrace," he bellowed, while the guards stood ready to drag me away. They had spent my life treating me like a stuttering, submissive pawn, and now they were done with me. I felt a blinding pain in my skull, a fracture that should have broken me. But instead of tears, something dormant and lethal flickered to life. The terrified girl who walked down the aisle earlier that day simply ceased to exist. In her place, a clinical system—the Valkyrie Protocol—booted up. My racing heart plummeted to a steady sixty beats per minute. I didn't scream. I stood up, my spine straightening for the first time in twenty years, and looked at Hardin with the detachment of a surgeon looking at a tumor. "Correction," I said, my voice stripped of its stutter. "You're in my light." By dawn, I had drained my father's accounts, vanished into a storm, and found a bleeding Crown Prince in a hidden safehouse. They thought they had broken a mute girl. They didn't realize they had just activated their own destruction.

Too Late For Regret: The Genius Heiress Who Shines

Blinded in a crash, Cary was rejected by every socialite—except Evelina, who married him without hesitation. Three years later, he regained his sight and ended their marriage. "We’ve already lost so many years. I won’t let her waste another one on me." Evelina signed the divorce papers without a word. Everyone mocked her fall—until they discovered that the miracle doctor, jewelry mogul, stock genius, top hacker, and the President's true daughter… were all her. When Cary came crawling back, a ruthless tycoon had him kicked out. "She's my wife now. Get lost."