Opposite Attraction

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✓✓ SYNOPSIS ✓✓ Reina Mariposa! The mysterious and captivating owner of MARIPOSA CORPORATION, has it all ~ wealth, power, and beauty. But beneath her perfect mask lies a private and guarded individual, forged by a childhood that demanded perfection. Being the richest woman in the city, Reina's expectations are impossibly high, and those who fail to meet them are swiftly discarded. She is adored by many but feared by all, did I say all? My bad... HE doesn't fear her, infact, he owns her. ≈≈≈≈≈≈ Liam Beckett, the ruthless and cunning trillionaire owner of BECKETT CORPORATION. A meeting with Reina Mariposa sparks a fierce attraction but also awaken an intense possessiveness in Liam. Since that day, he wanted her and decided to relentlessly pursue her until he gets her. In this high stake game of power and seduction, Reina is trapped between her desire for perfection and the burning obsession of Liam.

HIS HEARTBEAT

Angelo Davidson! One word for him....Perfect! A hot, handsome and cute dude. Thick brows, pink lips, pointed nose and a perfect body. He is admired by lots of girls but he had no interest in any of them. He has two best friends named Vince and Kyle. His mother is the richest woman in Los Angeles! She has a company which she built all by herself. She started from scratch but now, the company is known all over Los Angeles. MELINDA'S EMPIRE. His father is late so she took it upon herself to make him happy always. Anything he wanted, he always get. He has a phobia! Gynophobia! Only his mother knows about it. It is the fear of women, the reason behind it is left a mystery. He's attending the richest school in Los Angeles. BLIZZ HIGH.....! A school where bullies have their way with scholarship student. Angelo never for once intrude on any of the bullying until one Monday. Everything changed. →→→→→→→→→→ Camile Andrade! She's innocent looking and calm. She's respectful, quiet and loving. She has bright hazel eyes and a sexy body. She may look innocent and naive but if you get to know her, she's a very crazy girl. She has one friend, Indy. She has a twin, Camila Andrade. Camila is the total opposite of Camile. Camile loves her so much that she can kill for her. They're orphans, their parents died on the same day in an accident leaving them all alone to fend for themselves. Camile made sure Camila had food to eat. She made sure they never go hungry. She does varieties of jobs just so they could finish school. Camila also does some jobs but that's to pay house rent and now they're entering college. They passed the scholarship exam to BLIZZ HIGH. They thought they would have a peaceful life in the school, unknown to them, that's the day their life became miserable. →→→→→→→→→→ What caused his phobia? What happened on that Monday? What will be the fate of Camile and Camila? Will they be able to go through BLIZZ HIGH successfully? What will happen when the twins become.....ENEMIES? Do you wanna find out? Then grab your popcorn and hop on this ride and I promise it's gonna be a blast.

BILLIONAIRE SECRETARY

Dexter Verizon. The only son of his parents who are apparently dead. A wealthy and intelligent CEO of VERIZON, that's the name of the company. He is 25 years old and he's the youngest CEO in Los Angeles. He is cold hearted, handsome, cute and an arrogant person. He has a very painful past that no one knows about. He once had a girlfriend but she ended up leaving him which made him have hatred for all women. Saying they're all the same, women who are only after his money But all that changed when he met her. †††††††† Evelyn Gutierrez. A middle class lady who has only her mother to care for. Her dad died in a car accident and she has been the one taking care of her mother. She had many part time jobs that helped her in her school so she graduated at the end. Now she's looking for a stable job but she hasn't found one yet. She is 22 years old. She is kind, beautiful, caring and innocent looking. She has a touch of crazy in her and she is also curious. Too curious. And that curiosity has landed her into many troubles that almost caused her, her life. ★★★★ What happens when Dexter and Evelyn cross paths? What painful past did Dexter have? Will Dexter ever learn to love again? You wanna find out right? Then grab your popcorn and follow me on this interesting ride and I promise you won't regret it.

One Night With The Wrong Brother

I thought I was waking up in the arms of Arthur, the man I loved. But as the morning light hit the Hamptons estate, the man buttoning his cuffs by the window turned around with eyes like chips of ice. It was Augustus Riddle, Arthur’s cruel younger brother, and I had just spent the night whispering confessions of love into the wrong man's ear. The night I thought was a beautiful beginning turned into a devastating nightmare. Instead of comfort, Gus treated me like a stain on his expensive carpet, scribbling a check for "services rendered" before shoving me into a dark service corridor to hide my existence from his brother. "How much does it cost to buy your silence?" He sneered, before leaving me barefoot in a torrential downpour while he drove away in a luxury Cadillac. Four years later, I am a struggling actress in Los Angeles, working double shifts as a barista just to keep the lights on. My life was finally stable until my roommate dragged me to a high-end dinner to meet her new "influential" boyfriend. The man sitting at the table, looking more arrogant and lethal than ever, was Augustus. He spent the entire night humiliating me, calling me a pathetic amateur and a social climber in front of my only friends. When I fled into the rain and collapsed on the sidewalk, skinning my knee until I bled, he watched from his car. He saw me clutching a plastic baggie containing the taped-together pieces of that four-year-old check—the only proof of my shame. He looked at me like roadkill, rolled up his window, and drove off into the dark. I couldn't understand why he was doing this. Why did he hate me enough to crush me, yet remember that I couldn't handle the smell of cigarette smoke? Why did he leave me bleeding in the street, only to send expensive medical supplies and coffee to my door the very next morning? "I'm moving out." I told my roommates, realizing that Gus Riddle didn't just want to destroy me; he wanted to haunt me. I grabbed my suitcase and walked out with eighty dollars to my name, finally ready to disappear into the city before he could burn the rest of my life to the ground.

Craving The Wrong Brother

She spent ten years chasing after the right brother, only to fall for the wrong one in one weekend. ~~~ Sloane Mercer has been hopelessly in love with her best friend, Finn Hartley, since college. For ten long years, she's stood by him, stitching him back together every time Delilah Crestfield-his toxic on-and-off girlfriend-shattered his heart. But when Delilah gets engaged to another man, Sloane thinks this might finally be her chance to have Finn for herself. She couldn't be more wrong. Heartbroken and desperate, Finn decides to crash Delilah's wedding and fight for her one last time. And he wants Sloane by his side. Reluctantly, Sloane follows him to Asheville, hoping that being close to Finn will somehow make him see her the way she's always seen him. Everything changes when she meets Knox Hartley, Finn's older brother-a man who couldn't be more different from Finn. He's dangerously magnetic. Knox sees right through Sloane and makes it his mission to pull her into his world. What starts as a game-a twisted bet between them-soon turns into something deeper. Sloane is trapped between two brothers: one who's always broken her heart and another who seems hell-bent on claiming it... no matter the cost. CONTENT WARNING: This story is strongly 18+. It delves into dark romance themes such as obsession and lust with morally complex characters. While this is a love story, reader discretion is advised.  

The Convict Heiress: Marrying The Billionaire

The heavy thud of the release stamp was the only goodbye I got from the warden after five years in federal prison. I stepped out into the blinding sun, expecting the same flash of paparazzi bulbs that had seen me dragged away in handcuffs, but there was only a single black limousine idling on the shoulder of the road. Inside sat my mother and sister, clutching champagne and looking at my frayed coat with pure disgust. They didn't offer a welcome home; instead, they tossed a thick legal document onto the table and told me I was dead to the city. "Gavin and I are getting engaged," my sister Mia sneered, flicking a credit card at me like I was a stray dog. "He doesn't need a convict ex-fiancée hanging around." Even after I saved their lives from an armed kidnapping attempt by ramming the attackers off the road, they rewarded me by leaving me stranded in the dirt. When I finally ran into Gavin, the man who had framed me, he pinned me against a wall and threatened to send me back to a cell if I ever dared to show my face at their wedding. They had stolen my biotech research, ruined my name, and let me rot for half a decade while they lived off my brilliance. They thought they had broken me, leaving me with nothing but an expired chapstick and a few old photos in a plastic bag. What they didn't know was that I had spent those five years becoming "Dr. X," a shadow consultant with five hundred million dollars in crypto and a secret that would bring the city to its knees. I wasn't just a victim anymore; I was a weapon, and I was pregnant with the heir they thought they had erased. I walked into the Melton estate and made an offer to the most powerful man in New York. "I'll save your grandfather's life," I told Horatio Melton, staring him down. "But the price is your last name. I'm taking back what's mine, and I'm starting with the man who thinks he's marrying my sister."

The Billionaire's Secret Triplets: Mom's Revenge

Six years ago, I was a naive girl sold by my father to the powerful Sanders estate, only to be tossed onto the streets after a brutal assault they labeled "marital infidelity." I fled the country pregnant and broken, hiding from the shadow of a husband I had never even met. Now, I’ve returned to New York with my triplets to sign the final divorce papers and disappear forever. But Archibald Sanders—the man I was told was a crippled recluse—intercepted us with the cold precision of a predator. He didn't see the woman his family destroyed; he saw a gold-digger who had shamed his name. His security team hunted us to a grimy motel, using tactical force to snatch my children away and drag me to his glass-walled empire. In his office, he loomed over me, demanding a DNA test and threatening to throw me in prison while my babies were lost to the foster system. He was convinced I’d cheated, yet he stared at my sons with a haunting confusion, unable to ignore the stormy blue eyes that were a perfect mirror of his own. I stood there, paralyzed by his scent—the sharp tang of rain and expensive leather that triggered the icy dread of my worst nightmares. How could he accuse me of betrayal when he felt exactly like the monster who had shattered my life in that dark hotel room? "I'll sign anything," I sobbed, "just give me my kids." But the game changed when my five-year-old son hacked the tower’s security, holding the skyscraper hostage to save me. In the chaos, a fragile, silent boy—Archibald’s secret son—wandered into the room and reached for me as if I were his missing soul. Archibald’s face turned to stone as he tore up the agreement and locked the doors. "Until I find out why my son is looking at you like that," he growled, "you aren't going anywhere."

I'm Divorcing with You, Mr Billionaire!

I received a pornographic video. "Do you like this?" The man speaking in the video is my husband, Mark, whom I haven't seen for several months. He is naked, his shirt and pants scattered on the ground, thrusting forcefully on a woman whose face I can't see, her plump and round breasts bouncing vigorously. I can clearly hear the slapping sounds in the video, mixed with lustful moans and grunts. "Yes, yes, fuck me hard, baby," the woman screams ecstatically in response. "You naughty girl!" Mark stands up and flips her over, slapping her buttocks as he speaks. "Stick your ass up!" The woman giggles, turns around, sways her buttocks, and kneels on the bed. I feel like someone has poured a bucket of ice water on my head. It's bad enough that my husband is having an affair, but what's worse is that the other woman is my own sister, Bella. ************************************************************************************************************************ "I want to get a divorce, Mark," I repeated myself in case he didn't hear me the first time-even though I knew he'd heard me clearly. He stared at me with a frown before answering coldly, "It's not up to you! I'm very busy, don't waste my time with such boring topics, or try to attract my attention!" The last thing I was going to do was argue or bicker with him. "I will have the lawyer send you the divorce agreement," was all I said, as calmly as I could muster. He didn't even say another word after that and just went through the door he'd been standing in front of, slamming it harshly behind him. My eyes lingered on the knob of the door a bit absentmindedly before I pulled the wedding ring off my finger and placed it on the table. I grabbed my suitcase, which I'd already had my things packed in and headed out of the house.

Trading A Fake Marriage For A Real Vow

Bryson once gave Helena his whole heart, yet betrayal followed when he wed another. He claimed her absence forced his hand, insisting the other woman was only a substitute. Helena refused to accept this false marriage or any more of his excuses. She gathered evidence, secured much of his fortune through court, then stunned everyone by marrying Bryson's own brother. Rumors whispered that Callum longed for someone out of reach, until one day, he posted a picture of intertwined hands, bands matching. On a trip, he introduced Helena as his beloved wife. When Helena wasn't around, one of his friends asked, "What about the girl you've loved for so many years?" Callum's gaze fell upon Helena's silhouette. "She stands right beside me."