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CEO's Allergy

CEO's Allergy

In my world, Perfection is a luxury I can't afford. Scholarships? Like limited-edition designer bags-I admire from afar, knowing they'll never be mine. Awards? Please. Those are for the lucky. And luck? I used up all of mine just getting into a third-tier college. That was until the unthinkable happened at the Wellington Corporation Group Scholarship Awards ceremony. A moment I wasn't even supposed to be in the room for. I, Phoebe Harper-the girl who barely scrapes tuition and only shows up on the dean's radar when fees are overdue-was called up on stage. Me. Of all people. For a scholarship sponsored by the most prestigious corporation in the city. Students when you hear your names, [Wellington Corporation Group Scholarship Award Ceremony] Please come on stage to receive the award - Our Dean, Mr Lawrence said Environmental Design, Bethany Williams Product Design, Adams Hart [Wellington Corporation Group Scholarship Award Ceremony] Fashion Design, Mandy Swiss. These are the recipients of...... Wellington Corporation Group Scholarship in the year 2017. Please give them a round of applause. Sir, there is still one more person - One of the Cordinators on stage said I'm sorry. I missed out one person. Fine arts and Drawing, Phoebe Harper Is Phoebe Harper here? Phoebe Harper? [Richard Wellington] She isn't Phoebe Harper, of course If Phoebe Harper is half as feminine as Kira, She wouldn't have been single until now Did he say Phoebe Harper? Did I hear it right? She's receiving a Scholarship? - Kira said You heard it right. This is a stage name. There is only one person with this name in the Arts Department. It isn't a rare character. - Chloe said It's impossible to say it wrong for twice. This person who looks like she's good at studying... Isn't Phoebe Harper - Kira said She isn't a student in this University. She only came over to eat in the canteen here. Why is she late today? - Chloe said Phoebe Harper, pls come on stage to receive the award "Phoebe, here. Come here" Kira waved at me immediately I entered into the Hall, not realizing the situation on ground, I rushed to my friends and sat with them Why are you sitting here? Go and take your award. What award? Me? - I surprisingly asked This is frustrating. You received a Scholarship... sponsored by Wellington Corporation Group **That was how it happened on our Award Ceremony....** --- My name is Phoebe Harper-Pheebs to my friends. I'm independent, fiery, and fiercely committed to everything I've built from the ground up. But nothing prepared me for the man whose heart was locked behind a phobia... or for the fight it would take to reach him. Richard isn't just a billionaire with a sharp tongue and an ice-cold stare. He's a man hiding behind a wall of latex and antiseptic, battling a severe misophobia-an allergy to human touch. That's what no one knows Rich, ruthless, always in gloves, and definitely out of my league. I didn't plan to fall into his world. I didn't plan for him to fall into mine. But fate, it seems, is the biggest wildcard of all. Here is our story....
Too Late For Regret, Mr. Billionaire.

Too Late For Regret, Mr. Billionaire.

For three years, Chloe was Cole's perfect executive assistant by day and his secret lover by night. On her birthday, she prepared a candlelit dinner, ready to propose and share the secret of her pregnancy. But a single phone call from his ex-girlfriend, Carroll, ruined everything. Cole rushed out to comfort his ex, leaving Chloe behind. That same night, Chloe got into a horrific car crash. As she lay bleeding on the side of the road, losing their child, Cole ignored all her desperate calls. When she woke up in the hospital, her baby was gone. Dragging her broken body to find him, she saw Cole tenderly feeding Carroll—a woman who shared her exact face. She was never loved, just a cheap substitute. When Chloe tried to quit and leave, Cole threatened her family's company to keep her trapped. Carroll even poured scalding coffee on herself just to frame Chloe. Without even looking at the fresh burn on Chloe's hand, Cole held the weeping Carroll and turned to Chloe with a monstrous demand. "Her blood type is rare. You are going to donate blood to her." He wanted Chloe, who had just suffered a traumatic miscarriage, to act as a blood bag for the woman who orchestrated her pain. Did her life and her dead child mean absolutely nothing to him? The last trace of her love turned to ash, replaced by a blazing, primal hatred. "You will not do this to me!" She wrenched her arm from his grip, refusing to be his caged canary anymore. It was time to tear his world apart.
My Fake Husband Is A Secret Billionaire

My Fake Husband Is A Secret Billionaire

Clara supported her boyfriend Leo for four years, paying his rent and buying his headshots while working dead-end extra gigs. On his twenty-sixth birthday, she caught him in their bed with Veronica, a wealthy producer's daughter who constantly stole Clara's roles. Leo mocked Clara as a "pathetic, poor stepping stone" who was just there until he got his foot in the door. Veronica threatened to ruin Clara's career forever. Clara dumped him, packed her bags, and impulsively entered a contract marriage with a cold stranger she met at City Hall. But her nightmare wasn't over. When her mother suddenly needed a $200,000 emergency brain surgery, Clara was forced to take a demeaning extra gig to survive. There, Veronica and her starlet friend cornered Clara. They mocked her cheap clothes, ridiculed her new wedding ring as fake glass, and intentionally poured scalding coffee on her feet. "Well, maid, you better clean that up." Veronica laughed, forcing Clara to her knees to wipe up the burning liquid while snapping photos. Clara swallowed her burning humiliation, secretly recording their abuse on her phone. She endured the pain, desperate for the $300 day rate to save her mother's life, feeling entirely crushed by their overwhelming wealth and power. What she didn't know was that outside the soundstage, her new contract husband—the man she thought was just a struggling, broke tech worker—was sitting in a sleek black Maybach. He watched his wife kneeling on the floor, and his dark eyes filled with a lethal, terrifying rage.
Jilted Ex: Married To The Blind Tycoon

Jilted Ex: Married To The Blind Tycoon

Elliana Castillo spent eight years being the perfect fiancée-the quiet, graceful woman who planned the parties, wore the right jewelry, and never asked questions. Then she saw the video. Her fiancé Preston, laughing on a yacht with another woman in his arms. "She'll just be at home, waiting for me. Like a good little canary in a cage." The words shattered eight years of devotion in a single breath. Elliana walked out that night. No tears. No screams. Just the cold, steel click of her engagement ring hitting the coffee table and the final swipe of her thumb blocking his number forever. But freedom came with a price. Her mother disowned her. Preston's thugs showed up at her door. She had nothing-no money, no allies, nowhere to run. Until the Marshall family came calling. Marry their heir, Julious Marshall. Ten million dollars. Unwavering protection. It sounded insane. A marriage to a complete stranger, arranged by a witch's prophecy about their "fate compatibility." But Elliana had learned the hard way that desperation and opportunity often wear the same face. She signed the papers. Now she lives in a gilded cage-a sprawling estate, designer clothes she didn't choose, and a husband she's never met. The staff speaks of Julious in whispers. The doctors rush into his room at all hours. And at night, through the heavy oak door that separates them, she hears the sound of a piano-haunting, powerful, filled with a pain that echoes her own. Then she finally sees him. Stooped in a wheelchair. His face devastatingly beautiful. His eyes- Empty. Clouded. Blind. The truth crashes down: her husband is dying. A brain bleed, inoperable. And he's been refusing food, refusing therapy, slowly surrendering to the darkness. But Elliana has been a prisoner before. She knows what it feels like to be treated like a fragile thing, a decoration, a canary in a cage. She's done being anyone's canary. She walks through the door. "I am his wife. It's my responsibility to take care of him." For the first time, the words feel true.
From Jilted Assistant To Zillionaire Queen

From Jilted Assistant To Zillionaire Queen

For ten years, Ran hid in the shadows as Hollywood star Jincheng Lu's secret girlfriend and assistant, starving herself to pay for his acting classes. On their tenth anniversary, she sat in a cheap apartment with $9.87 in her bank account, watching him slide a massive diamond ring onto a wealthy heiress's finger on live television. When she called the number she had memorized for a decade, she only heard a cold busy tone. He had blocked her. Despair swallowed her whole. She forced down a handful of sleeping pills with stale whiskey and died alone on the cold bathroom tiles. His mother found her rotting body three days later, calling her a "filthy bottom-feeder" before ordering a cleanup crew to dispose of her existence like industrial waste. Jincheng didn't even ask if she suffered. He just ordered his PR team to digitally erase her ten years of sacrifice from the internet. "Make sure the press release is airtight. She was an unstable former assistant. She had a history of mental illness. That's it." Until her heart stopped completely, she didn't understand. She had abandoned her status as the hidden heiress of the wealthy Qin family to build his empire from the ground up. How could he erase every trace of her without a second thought, using her corpse as a PR shield for his perfect new life? Opening her eyes again, the sharp smell of hospital antiseptic burned her lungs. She hadn't just died. She had woken up in the body of a notorious, D-list reality TV influencer who shared her exact name. Looking at her new face in the mirror, a cold smile spread across her lips. She was going to tear his perfect life apart, piece by bloody piece.
D.E.A.F

D.E.A.F

Fate , destiny , Divine Decree and so on.People believe , depend on it and some who refuse to do it. Some say it is God's will.However, the lives of a few are centered around a person who draws and connects their destiny. A young girl called by the name Jxuddi Clend Cea , who grew up sweet and gentle. However , her life will take a huge turn day all her dreams became a unforgettable nightmare.That happened after meeting Jyller Ford Vansmith , a kind and strong young man.Who rely his life to fights , strength and title doesn't even really know on how his path became empty and filled with uncertainty. He whose life crumbles and has a big change leads him to a life that either he will be grateful with or regret it. The both of them will struggle ups and downs , even death at most of their journey in finding their way linking them to each other. Along with their friends and family who either help them get through every obstacle or be the wall separating and bring them down further. A story which does not flow only to the main character but also tells the events of the people surrounding the protagonist;Story of past , present and how each one of them move forward to write their own future. As they continue their life , will they be able to accomplish whatever they desire? When they learn about the nightmare that dwells in their "Fate Maker"? As well the struggle she was through caused as she encountered every single one of them. How would they feel? How will they handle it? What sort of way will they help her surpass the terror she hid deep within their precious friend? Are they strong enough? Are they brave enough? What kind of risk would they be able to bet to keep the promise they've bestowed themselves? Will they be able to save her or will they let her suffer furthermore?