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He Chose The Nanny, I Chose Revenge

He Chose The Nanny, I Chose Revenge

Clara came home from a fourteen-hour board meeting to the sound of a piercing scream in the playroom. When she rushed in, she found her husband, Chadwick, kneeling on the floor in a panic. But he wasn't looking at their five-year-old son, Leo, who had a massive bleeding welt on his forehead. Instead, Chadwick was trembling as he held the nanny's daughter, Autumn, who barely had a microscopic scratch. "She needs ice. And antibacterial ointment," Chadwick snapped, carrying the nanny's daughter away and leaving his bleeding son behind. From that moment, the nightmare only escalated. Chadwick ordered Clara to cook a three-hour meal for the nanny's kid, threw away Leo's favorite toys because Autumn sneezed, and even secretly took the nanny and her daughter on Leo's promised Disney trip. The final humiliation came at the Met Gala. Right before their sponsor speech, Chadwick received a frantic call from the nanny claiming Autumn was having a panic attack. He abandoned Clara in front of hundreds of flashing cameras, sprinting out of the ballroom. Clara stood completely alone, the humiliation eating through her veins like acid. She couldn't understand how a father could call the nanny's kid his "little princess" while watching his own son cry. Why was he treating his own flesh and blood like garbage just to play savior to another woman's child? Suddenly, the blinding camera flashes were blocked by a massive shadow. Erasmo Chase, the heir to New York's largest financial dynasty, stepped out of the darkness and shielded her. "A man like that is unworthy of your grief, Ms. Best," he whispered, pressing a silk handkerchief into her trembling hand. Looking at the sharp profile of the powerful man beside her, Clara's shock hardened into a lethal, cold fury. She was going to dump her family's shares, crash the board, and make Chadwick lose absolutely everything.
Marrying the devil billionaire-

Marrying the devil billionaire-

I was looking at a room full of people. All patients gossiped inside. "Woi! Misaki? What are you just staring at, disobey them." Ms. Chin complained to me so I frowned and walked away. "Why ?! Come back here Misaki!" Ms. Chin shouted and who are you even though she is still a head nurse. shit he, he knows my break time then this is my time of what else bwahahaha! Bebetime is real my real friends Kyaaah, my baby Zhero texted me. Sama kilig to the bones hahaha. [From Bebe Zhero koh: How are you my habibi?] Tsang*na ghurll! I don't know the habibi but there is a bibi, so baby. Bwahahaha there is nothing too lacking in the sweetness of our love even shutang*that we met in RPW. then who carr, most important I have my baby. I tapped the voice message then spoke. "Hihihi here I'm thinking what is the meaning of habibi, baby koh." you shit girl! Walastikman ipit na ipit boses ko don ah! Let's just see he hasn't been fall in love to meh bwahahaha. there's a message - kyaaah owss pakk ghurl voice message she made. he love me! [Bebe Zhero koh: "I'm falling inlove to your voice, so cute my habibi. Did you eat already?"] I was so bitten that I just jumped with excitement. No one cares about what I do because I have my own world so they can enjoy their own world. I already have a cell phone do not disturb them yet? "Misaki, Ms. Chin is calling you to her office. Hurry up!" Irine shouted to make me frown. Guess why? "Don't worry baby koh I've already eaten I've left more space in my stomach for you mwehehehe dessert cherry on top of your packs, boom love yow my baby!" Hahahaha I'm really crazy about my rp boyfriend. As in literally wanting me to like him, I don't know even if he has a hook as long as he has time for me edi gows lang. "Oh there's Misaki Riego who ran away from me just now." Ms. Chin whispered as I entered the office. I sniffed. "Is it my fault that you messed up my lunch break Ms. Chin eh I was already cleaning up the clutter in room 104." I replied respectfully to Ms. Chin. "Oh my gosh Nurse Misaki Riego! Bebetime?" he said so I smiled foolishly. "What else." at the same time the hair that intercepted my face on my back of teynga. "Stop that Nurse Riego." Ms. Chin disobeyed me so I was pissed. "By the way, your personal patient will be here from now on until he is discharged of course." Ms. Chin promised. I looked behind me where the door was and waited for it to open. The man in the wheelchair also entered. Looks like the patient's companion. The two men looked at me and I smiled. "Mr. Seo, she's the one we're saying will be your personal nurse from now on. She's the one your father chose, Nurse Misaki introduce yourself." then why you look like angry Ms Chin, hmph! "Hello, my name is Misaki Riego. Even though I didn't know that I would be a personal patient now, I will say that I hope we can get along immediately, Mr Seo." I said with a smile on my face. He looked me head to toe. I think my patient will be as bad as it is literally true. "Are you single miss-" asked the companion when Mr Seo was in a wheelchair. I shook immediately. "I had a bebetime earlier, just broke the other one." where am I in the word one jan. "Nurse Riego." Ms. Chin disobeyed so I just sniffed. "It's true." I whispered. "My personal maid looks so ugly." What? I looked at the man who would be my patient and he stared at me so I looked at Ms. Chin who tried to calm me down the most. "Atleast not flat." I whispered so bad presence he gave me so I stared at him too. "I'm changing this ugly b*tch Ms Chin-" "Ahh ugly b*tch ?! Woi for me to tell you I have a baby with eight pandesal and I have dessert with cherry on top! Tse!" go be stupid again! Oh my life nurse really!
Breaking The Chains Of Toxic Marriage

Breaking The Chains Of Toxic Marriage

Emma brought her husband his favorite bourbon late at night, hoping to ease the lingering tension in their marriage. Instead, she opened his study door and found his adopted "sister," Ashlea, intimately feeding him strawberries. When Emma confronted them, Darius didn't show a hint of guilt. He called her a jealous shrew and fiercely defended Ashlea. Checking the home security footage, Emma watched months of them cuddling like lovers, and heard Darius confess that marrying Emma was his biggest mistake. Even her stepdaughter, whom Emma had raised with all her heart, screamed that she hated Emma and wanted Ashlea to stay. The final straw came on the anniversary of Emma's parents' death. Knowing Emma's mother had died from a severe rose allergy, Ashlea deliberately baked rose cookies and presented them with a feigned innocent smile. "Come on, Emma. Try it. It's Ashlea's way of saying sorry." Darius smirked, fully aware of her trauma, cruelly forcing her to accept the venomous attack. Emma stared at the pink cookies, her heart turning to absolute ice. She had spent years walking on eggshells, playing the perfect wife, only to be gaslighted, replaced, and tormented in her own home by the people she loved. When Darius raised his hand to slap her into submission for throwing the cookies away, Emma finally woke up. She didn't cower. She grabbed his wrist, slammed him hard onto the floor, and walked out the door to start a scorched-earth divorce.
Sweet Revenge: Marrying My Ex's Ruthless Nemesis

Sweet Revenge: Marrying My Ex's Ruthless Nemesis

I worked eighty-hour weeks on Wall Street just to keep my sick brother alive, enduring endless humiliation from the wealthy family that adopted us. But when I went to surprise my boyfriend of three years, I found him kissing my spoiled adoptive sister, Tatum. They were celebrating their engagement to merge their powerful families. To keep me quiet, my adoptive mother, Eleanor, threatened to freeze my brother's medical trust fund unless I attended the party to play the supportive sister. Instead, I discovered Eleanor had been embezzling from my brother's life-saving fund to cover her own bad investments. The nightmare worsened when a drunken Ryder cornered me in my apartment stairwell. "Once I marry Tatum, Eleanor is giving me control of Liam's trust fund to buy out my father's board members." He planned to drain my brother's medical money, dump Tatum, and keep me as his mistress. For a decade, I suffered their abuse hoping for a shred of decency, only to realize they were plotting to leave my brother to die on the streets for corporate greed. Calling the police wouldn't stop these billionaires. I needed absolute power. Remembering the dark, predatory gaze of Jaren Jarvis—the ruthless billionaire who had watched me fight back at the party—I canceled my call to 911. If they wanted to destroy my only family, I was going to use the devil himself to crush theirs.
The Captive Heiress: Trapped By Him

The Captive Heiress: Trapped By Him

I finally stepped onto American soil after four years of exile, clutching my suitcase with white-knuckled desperation. My plan was simple: get to Manhattan, start my job, and stay as far away from the Newton family as possible. But the moment I turned on my phone, Sterling Newton’s voice cut through the air like a blade. He had already sent a car; he didn't care about my plans, my apartment, or my freedom. He wanted me back in that suffocating mansion, and he expected me to obey. When I arrived, the house felt like a mausoleum. My adoptive mother smothered me in a desperate, suffocating embrace, while my father and sister acted as if my departure had never happened. Then, the heavy front door thudded shut. Barron Newton had arrived. He didn't greet me with warmth; he looked at me like a piece of furniture that had been moved out of place. He spent the entire dinner dismantling my resolve, using my deepest guilt as a weapon to force me to stay, making it clear that I was merely a prisoner in his gilded cage. I felt like I was suffocating. How could he have so much power over my life? Why was he so determined to keep me trapped in this house, and what was he truly waiting for in the shadows of the night? I retreated to my room, feeling the invisible chains tightening around my throat. Just as I thought I had found a way to fight back, a message from Fernando flashed on my screen, warning me that our original plan was in ruins. I realized then that I wasn't just fighting the Newtons—I was fighting a war on two fronts, and the countdown to my destruction had already begun.