Tears Of A Mistress

How To Become A Billionaire

  "ELLESA WHAT THE HELL WAS GOING ON !!!" I woke up because of that thunderous voice. I got up and looked at the person at my bedroom door. And immediately a blanket covered my body "D-dad?" My answer is shocking. The person next to me moved and I felt stunned by it as well. "YOU'RE A DISGUSTING WOMAN. ANY MAN YOU MAY HAVE BROUGHT HERE! YOU'RE JUST LIKE YOUR MOTHER! YOU'RE JUST GIVING THIS FAMILY SHAME!" He added. I want to cry because of dad's insult to me. I wanted to defend myself but I lost word. I can't talk back to my dad. "Mr. Craig? How did you get here? As far as I know your house isn't here." Dad's Sarcastic Promise. None of us spoke. "A lot of media is out because someone saw you last night in a parking lot at a club. REALLY? OUTSIDE YOU REALLY DID IT? YOU ELLESA! YOU'RE AN EDUCATED WOMAN RIGHT? BUT YOU ACT LIKE A LOWLY SLUT." He is there again for his insult. "I want you two to get married as soon as possible." Authoritative he said. "WHAT? HELL NO! I WILL NEVER DO THAT MR. GIBB!" Nate shouted.   "Whether you agree it or not, you're going to marry my daughter. Or else I'll bring down your company. Don't fight me Mr. Craig." After that dad turned around.

'The Billionaire Ex-wife

I sighed a few more times before driving my car away. I don't care about him anymore. but I forgave him a long time ago even though I was very hurt by what he did before. Oh God! I hope our paths never cross again.

Twisted Fated

"You're really rude! Be respectful!" Dad said angrily. I smiled bitterly because of what he said. "Rude? You're the reason I've been rude! If only you hadn't been so selfish, I wouldn't have been that!" I answer back. "We didn't become selfish children, we did it for you — for your future. We want your life to be peaceful when you graduate." Mom said tearfully. "Is that your solution for my future? You must be stupid then. I can work after I graduate. What you said is that you did it for yourself-so that you can be even richer and be known by all over the world and- " “How dare you talk back to your mother!”-Dad. I winced at what Dad had done. Its the second time he slapped me. I was grabbed by my sore cheek and started crying again. But instead of acting, I wiped away my tears and smiled wryly. "There you are again. Does it feel good to slap your daughter over and over again Dad? Is it comforting? Because I felt like slapping me is becoming your habit." I said to him. Dad didn't speak right away because of what I said. Mom kept crying as she hugged Dad's arm. "I'm sorry daughter." Only Dad said. I ignored them and started walking up the stairs. Mom tried to stretch my hand to stop me but I just tapped her and left. "Do you think you can stop this agreement? Sorry daughter but you have no other way. You need to marry him! Because I say so!" Dad chased after me but I just ignored it. You're wrong Dad, there's still a way.

The Possessive CEO

SYNOPSIS: Ezequiel Joaquin Carrodeguas is a successful business tycoon. For his 29 years of existence, only one thing dripped through his mind, that was to remain a bachelor and never ever get involved in that shitty called relationship again. but, everything has change when he saw this beautiful woman named Gianna Mathilde Monroe, who has a seductive body and paired almond eyes. Would he allow this young lady to enter his life? Or will he ignore her as much as he can?

That Doctor Is Mine

"Mi Señora, can I have this dance?" said the man to Melanie who immediately accepted him. "Bye, Avah. Go have some fun!" Her friend giggled and then they went to dance floor. To the ocean of wild people. Avah sighed and then fumbled with the small cellphone in her pocket. She stood up to get it but in an unexpected event something hit her causing her to throw away her cellphone. "Oh! I'm so sorry, lady! I'm really sorry." The man said  in drunkenness. "It's okay." She reciprocated with a good smile and then knelt down to reach for the cellphone. Just as about to picked her phone up, a masculine hand was fast to gather it from the ground. "Is this yours?" That's a very nice man. She just nods. "You're a collector or classic phones huh? I'm Davien. You are?" Avah picked up her cellphone. "A-Avah. My name is Avah."

The Billionaire Wife

"Candice, when's the orientation?" I asked when we got to the dorm. "This afternoon, then tomorrow enrollment in the club you want then next day is the first day of classes and on Friday and Saturday try outs on the sports you want to join when intramurals are over. Because their intramurals are early here and they are prioritized They do it now. Don't you want to join the cheerleading squad? " I nodded. "The try-outs are also on Friday. And believe me, they were very strict to the point that almost 50 tried outs but they only took three, that's what happened last year." I nodded. "Let's eat first, before we go to the Auditorium." I just nodded again at what he said. "What club are you in, Candice?" I asked, because he has been studying here since 7th Grade while I was just a transferee. "Actresses and Actors, you? What club are you in?" He asked. "Outcasts" I answered and it stopped. "I trip to outcast so you stop." He sniffed at me. "Are you sure you're in the outcasts, and not in the Groovers?" I shook my head. "I would have loved the Groovers but I'd rather trip to the Outcasts." My answer. "You're saying Damien Jefferson, which club is that?" I will ask. "Of course it's The Bands, as usual. It's mostly men." I winced. "Is that part of the Academy Basketball Team?" I will ask. "Of course, that's the MVP. All-Time-MVP, since he joined the Basketball team, he's always been the MVP." He replied.

I Slapped My Fiancé-Then Married His Billionaire Nemesis

Being second best is practically in my DNA. My sister got the love, the attention, the spotlight. And now, even her damn fiancé. Technically, Rhys Granger was my fiancé now-billionaire, devastatingly hot, and a walking Wall Street wet dream. My parents shoved me into the engagement after Catherine disappeared, and honestly? I didn't mind. I'd crushed on Rhys for years. This was my chance, right? My turn to be the chosen one? Wrong. One night, he slapped me. Over a mug. A stupid, chipped, ugly mug my sister gave him years ago. That's when it hit me-he didn't love me. He didn't even see me. I was just a warm-bodied placeholder for the woman he actually wanted. And apparently, I wasn't even worth as much as a glorified coffee cup. So I slapped him right back, dumped his ass, and prepared for disaster-my parents losing their minds, Rhys throwing a billionaire tantrum, his terrifying family plotting my untimely demise. Obviously, I needed alcohol. A lot of alcohol. Enter him. Tall, dangerous, unfairly hot. The kind of man who makes you want to sin just by existing. I'd met him only once before, and that night, he just happened to be at the same bar as my drunk, self-pitying self. So I did the only logical thing: I dragged him into a hotel room and ripped off his clothes. It was reckless. It was stupid. It was completely ill-advised. But it was also: Best. Sex. Of. My. Life. And, as it turned out, the best decision I'd ever made. Because my one-night stand isn't just some random guy. He's richer than Rhys, more powerful than my entire family, and definitely more dangerous than I should be playing with. And now, he's not letting me go.

The Queen Returns: Pampered By Her Three Powerhouse Brothers

After five years of playing the perfect daughter, Rylie was exposed as a stand-in. Her fiancé bolted, friends scattered, and her adoptive brothers shoved her out, telling her to grovel back to her real family. Done with humiliation, she swore to claw back what was hers. Shock followed: her birth family ruled the town's wealth. Overnight, she became their precious girl. The boardroom brother canceled meetings, the genius brother ditched his lab, the musician brother postponed a tour. As those who spurned her begged forgiveness, Admiral Brad Morgan calmly declared, "She's already taken."

Phoenix Rising: The Scarred Heiress's Revenge

I lived as the "scarred ghost" of the Stephens penthouse, a wife kept in the shadows because my facial burns offended my billionaire husband’s aesthetic. For years, I endured Kason’s coldness and my family's abuse, a submissive puppet who believed she had nowhere else to go. The end came with a blue folder tossed onto my silk sheets. Kason’s mistress was back, and he wanted me out by sunset, offering a five-million-dollar "silence fee" to go hide my face in the countryside. The betrayal cut deep when I discovered my father had already traded my divorce for a corporate bailout. My step-sister mocked my "trashy" appearance at a high-end boutique, while the sales staff treated me like a common thief. At home, my father threatened to cut off my mother's life-saving medicine unless I crawled back to Kason to beg for a better deal. I was the girl who took the blame for a fire she didn't start, the wife who worshipped a man who never looked her in the eye, and the daughter used as a human bargaining chip. I was supposed to be broken, penniless, and desperate. But the woman who stood up wasn't the weak Elease Finch anymore; she was Phoenix, a tactical predator with a $500 million secret. I signed the divorce papers without a single tear, walked past my stunned husband, and wiped the Finch family's bank accounts clean with a few taps on my phone. "Your money is dirty," I told Kason with a cold smile. "I prefer clean hands." The cage is open, the hunt has begun, and I’m starting with the people who thought a scar made me weak.

The Scars She Hid From The World

The heavy iron gates of the Wilderness Correction Camp groaned as they released me after three years of state-sponsored hell. I stood on the dirt road, clutching a plastic bag that held my entire life, waiting for the family that claimed they sent me there for "rehab." My brother, Brady, picked me up in a luxury SUV only to throw me out onto a deserted highway in the middle of a brewing storm. He told me I was a "public relations nightmare" and that the rain might finally wash the "stink" of the camp off me. He drove away, leaving me to limp miles through the mud on a snapped ankle. When I finally dragged myself to our family estate, my mother didn't offer a hug; she gasped in horror because my muddy clothes were ruining her Italian marble. They didn't give me my old room back. Instead, they banished me to a moldy gardener’s shack and hired a "babysitter" to make sure I didn't embarrass them further. My sister, Kaleigh, stood there in white cashmere, pretending to cry while clinging to her fiancé, Ambrose—the man who had once been mine. They all treated me like a volatile junkie, refusing to acknowledge that Kaleigh was the one who planted the drugs in my bag three years ago. They wanted to believe I was broken so they wouldn't have to feel guilty about the "wellness retreat" that was actually a torture chamber. I sat in the dark of that shed, feeling the cooling gel on the cigarette burns that covered my arms, and realized they had made a fatal mistake. They thought they had erased me, but I had returned with a roadmap of scars and a hidden satellite phone. At dinner, I didn't beg for their love. I simply rolled up my sleeves and showed them the price of their silence. As the wine spilled and the lies crumbled, I sent a single text to the only person I trusted: "I'm in. Let them simmer." The hunt was finally on.

After Divorce: My Arrogant Ex Regrets Calling Me Trash

Aurora woke up to the sterile chill of her king-sized bed in Sterling Thorne's penthouse. Today was the day her husband would finally throw her out like garbage. Sterling walked in, tossed divorce papers at her, and demanded her signature, eager to announce his "eligible bachelor" status to the world. In her past life, the sight of those papers had broken her, leaving her begging for a second chance. Sterling's sneering voice, calling her a "trailer park girl" undeserving of his name, had once cut deeper than any blade. He had always used her humble beginnings to keep her small, to make her grateful for the crumbs of his attention. She had lived a gilded cage, believing she was nothing without him, until her life flatlined in a hospital bed, watching him give a press conference about his "grief." But this time, she felt no sting, no tears. Only a cold, clear understanding of the mediocre man who stood on a pedestal she had painstakingly built with her own genius. Aurora signed the papers, her name a declaration of independence. She grabbed her old, phoenix-stickered laptop, ready to walk out. Sterling Thorne was about to find out exactly how expensive "free" could be.

His Twisted Game, My Dangerous Love

Vesper's marriage to Julian Sterling was a gilded cage. One morning, she woke naked beside Damon Sterling, Julian's terrifying brother, then found a text: Julian's mistress was pregnant. Her world shattered, but the real nightmare had just begun. Julian's abuse escalated, gaslighting Vesper, funding his secret life. Damon, a germaphobic billionaire, became her unsettling anchor amidst his chaos. As "Iris," Vesper exposed Julian's mistress, Serena Sharp, sparking brutal war: poisoned drinks, a broken leg, and the horrifying truth-Julian murdered her parents, trapping Vesper in marriage. The man she married was a killer. Broken and betrayed, Vesper was caught between monstrous brothers, burning with injustice. Refusing victimhood, Vesper reclaimed her identity. Fueled by vengeance, she allied with Damon, who vowed to burn his empire for her. Julian faced justice, but matriarch Eleanor's counterattack forced Vesper's choice as a hitman aimed for her.