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The Widowed CEO's Contract Bride

The Widowed CEO's Contract Bride

Love sometimes arrived when people least expected it, and often through the last person they would've imagined. At forty years old, Daniel lived a life built around routine. His days revolved around managing the family company as its CEO while raising his three children alone. After losing his wife, grief slowly consumed him and turned him into a distant, guarded man over the years. Meanwhile, Deanna lived an ordinary life. She worked part-time while studying at the School of the Arts, determined to achieve her dream of becoming an opera singer. With only one year left before graduation, her life suddenly changed when her friend Harry came to her in desperation and begged for help. An old family tradition stood in Harry's way and prevented him from marrying his pregnant girlfriend. According to the family's rules, Daniel, his older brother, had to marry first. In order to help Harry out of the situation, Daniel and Deanna agreed to fake a relationship and enter a marriage of convenience. They were complete opposites, yet the attraction between them slowly became impossible to ignore. Daniel found the warmth and comfort that had long disappeared from his life, while Deanna experienced love again after suffering through a painful breakup. For the first time in years, Daniel finally had a chance to rebuild the family he thought he'd lost forever. However, not everyone wanted to see them together. Hidden motives, outside interference, and countless schemes constantly threatened to drive them apart. Their journey wasn't easy. Aside from dealing with people determined to complicate their relationship, they also had to confront their own fears and insecurities. A fifteen-year age gap was never going to be simple to overcome. Still, the heart followed its own path, and love rarely listened to reason.
Marrying The Mafia Boss

Marrying The Mafia Boss

"Stop running around! I'm exhausted chasing after you, Quiy!" I scolded my child. Seriously, he's so hyperactive. It's like he's a worm sprinkled with salt. He's only three years old, but I feel like I won't even make it to his college years because right now, I already feel like giving up. I wanted this, so I guess all I can say is... just bear with it! Instead of listening to me, he became even more aggressive. I might as well carry him in a basket just to keep him quiet. "I'll leave you here, you’ll see," I threatened, but it seemed to have no effect on this little rascal. "If you weren't so heavy, I'd carry you, but you’re heavier than a sack of rice!" I complained, knowing I’d end up doing it anyway. Even though Quiy is a headache, I still love him, of course! Even if I were offered ten million, I’d still choose my child. We always playfully bicker, but of course, it's all for fun. It would be boring if we didn’t talk, right? There are only two of us, so we’d be wasting our words if we stayed silent. If he inherited anything from me, it's my quick tongue. But his seems to be on overdrive. Mine is still manageable... but his? It’s overflowing. "You're too slow, Mommy. I'm speeding up so we don't miss out," he said, rolling his eyes at me. If this kid wasn't just three years old, I might have done something drastic. "How can you miss out? We're in a grocery store. There’s plenty to buy, so you won’t run out," I explained. He let out a heavy sigh, raised an eyebrow, and crossed his arms. "Then why haven’t you found my diapers yet?" he argued, his eyebrow arching even higher. "They said there's no more stock of your diapers, ma'am!" I sarcastically replied. "See, Mommy? We're out of stock because you're too slow. You're like a pregnant lady. I saw earlier that another mom grabbed the last one of my diaper type. I was going to snatch it, but then I saw her husband. He’s so big, so I kept quiet," the little one shrugged. Why does he know so much? Sometimes I think maybe I’m just a joke to the world, that he’s actually the mommy and I’m the child because he knows more than I do. "I'm not pregnant. Where do you get these ideas? You look like a penguin—did you hear me say anything?" I raised an eyebrow at him. "Yes, you just did," he replied. Sometimes, I just want to put him in my pocket. He’s so annoying! He always has something to say! "Quiyana Louise," I called out his full name. Whenever I do that, he usually behaves because he knows I’m about to scold him. "I won't run anymore, Mommy," he said, pressing his lips together tightly. I nodded in relief. Thank goodness. I'm only twenty-four, but I feel like I’m sixty. It’s exhausting taking care of a mischievous child, especially one who’s always cheeky. If I didn’t love him... Even though he's the most mischievous, headache-inducing, and expensive child, I’d still do anything to give him the good life he deserves. I never experienced these things when I was a child because I wasn't born rich. There were even times when my parents couldn’t afford to buy even a kilo of rice, so the solution was to borrow from the neighbors. For me, there’s no shame in coming from such a life. Even now, I sometimes find myself needing to borrow money, but at least I know how to pay it back. I’ll work even harder to give my child a good life. "You’re smiling again, Mommy. I’m not being naughty anymore," I heard him say. That’s why I love this kid. At least he’s affectionate too. A smile slowly formed on my lips. He even clapped when I did. "My mommy is so beautiful..." he praised, something that probably only happens once a month. Most of the time, I just get insults from him. I don’t even know where he got that attitude from—I’m kind... and so are my parents. "Enough with the compliments, Quiy. I already knew that. Do you think complimenting me will make me buy you chocolate?" I looked down at him. "No. Your teeth will fall out," I added, causing his shoulders to droop in disappointment while pouting. He’s already missing teeth, yet he still wants sweets. Of course, I don’t want him wearing dentures at such a young age! Besides, I can’t afford such things. He stayed quiet, so I focused on the shopping list I had written. I’m the type who thinks of many things to buy while at home, but when I’m actually at the store... I forget. So young and already forgetful. I’d almost bought everything. Only Quiy’s diapers and milk were left. I was about to call him when my heart pounded loudly—I didn’t see him in the aisle where I was. I quickly put down the basket I was holding and took quick steps to search for Quiy. My heart raced even faster with every aisle I passed where I didn’t see him. Where could that child have gone?! "Quiy?" I called, but still no response. I had passed several aisles, but still no sign of Quiy. I must have called out every saint I knew, but still nothing. "Quiy, my child?!" I called out agai
The Virgin Slutty Stripper

The Virgin Slutty Stripper

Antonia Mela Cruz the heir to the Rodford's empire, a rich business woman, a CEO to a multimillionaire Fashions industry, a mother to a amazing little girl and not just being a mother but a pure still virgin. How right...... A woman whom having been embittered by her past came into a decision of hating the male folks as a whole and for being made to go through pains of motherhood at an early age of 21 decided to pay back in her own revengeful pattern by being a sex worker but because of her class in the society she has to go under guised with a mask to torment every man she lays with and of course she did succeed by giving them a deadly diseases, with her sexy figure and shape it was way easier to book a night with her. A man who hated the mere thinking that he has been bethroted to some to a woman whom he very much hated to the core. Finally had a reason to smile when the engagement between both parties was called off by his father the King. Raymond the first born child of the King lost his entitlement to his very much detested half younger brother which then made he... Ronaldo the heir to the throne and not just that but the very best existing Fashion designer finally embarded on a trip to Texas not just for a business Fashion but to claim his woman. And in that simple trip a whole lot of truths were revealed..... Finding out that at first gaze with the woman whom he merely saw on a photo made a spark enlighten inside him making him feel a strange connection between them and just by staring at the eyes made him feel possessive. Now what happens when two strangers world apart discover they both have a connection and that is with a child when they have never met.... His once bethroted bride, what happens when she vows never to back down with out a fight for the humiliation she feels was caused her.... And what secret does she have locked up in her cupboard how is she the cause for Antonia bitterness... And Antonia is she ever willing to accept a new Lover.... A one night lesbian mistake made her feel good would she follow up that gender or otherwise.... How is she a virgin and still she birth a kid... A sex worker but yet she never sleeps with the men or touches them but they reach a finite climax.... How does she now pass the disease when they spend a night but she comes out paid but yet untouched..... How right..... How possible was she impregnated yet never had an intimate relationship How and where did the male spermatozoa get in her..... A Virgin Slutty Mother
Spoile Me With Your Love

Spoile Me With Your Love

He hurriedly looked for the Restroom because he felt it was too hot inside that party. But before he could enter the Restroom, someone pulled him and made him enter a staff room. In shock, he almost screamed but when he saw the man's bulk, he was just as shocked "H-Hades? What are you "Hi Darling, don't you miss me?" he asked while coldly looking at her "H-Hades, I have to go back." I'm slowly getting up in fear "Why baby? I thought you're glad to see me here!" he said and rested his hand on the wall while the different looks that he shot at him little by little "If you ask me now, I will tell you that I don't want to see you anymore!" he cares "Oh come on!" "Why? Is the man you replaced me with better in bed, sweetheart? So you don't want me anymore? Is that so?" he answered with a smile but you could see the burning anger in the young man's eyes "Stop it Hades I'm going home!" "Is he better than me?" he continued and grabbed her shoulder Fuck you Asshole! You turned your back on me! "Did he fuck you harder than I did?" anger can be heard in its voice "Oh!" He screamed at the weight of what he was saying "Oh yeah!" "That's how good you growled Namy, Was he also attracted by that so the man you're with now is also crazy about you!." the eyes it was staring at him were almost glaring "You're insane!" he asked the young man while looking up at him and was about to slap him but the young man immediately grabbed his hand and smiled "Yes! I'm a crazy Asshole Namy!." "And you will see even more how crazy I am Namy." he said while grinning I tried to take my hand that he was holding but Hades just tightened it even more. In an instant, he locked her in his own arms so that he couldn't let go at the same time his lips were on hers The young man's kiss pressed her, at first she was hurt by his kiss so she struggled even more but when he stopped and gave up on struggling with the man, she just gasped. He opened his mouth at the same time as his kiss gradually eased. His lips were warm and soft. They parted slightly, allowing my tongue to slip inside. That kiss became familiar to him from the man, that was a kiss five years ago and he always wished he could feel that again in the past year. How I miss this kiss! How I miss this man! On the other hand, she felt relieved again because she felt the kiss of the man she loved the most.
If the duke desires

If the duke desires

What happens when the spoiled and incredibly sexy future Duke of Angelford tricks an incredibly ambitious and wild African-American law student into dating him? Hervé is convinced it's just what he needs to get his parents off his back about marrying and settling down, but Sadie is nowhere near as harmless as he thinks she is. If the Duke desires, Sparks start fires... ******************************************************************************************** She is going to be perfect for this! She's walked out of a class that isn't through! Told me I need indicators attached to my ears and doesn't even thank me for picking her papers up! Sadie! Her name is Sadie! 'What's wrong with how you look? I think it's fetching.' I announce as she starts to walk away. Eliciting no response from her I follow her, taking her elbow unconventionally 'I feel really bad about bumping into you like that. Maybe I should drop you in town. I have an appointment there too.' I announce as she stares at her elbow like she is about to do something eccentric like slap the wits out of me. I hold my turf though. It should be worth it! She looks from my hand clutching at her elbow to my face, her temper a tad doused by the dominance of my height I suppose, or maybe the irritating tanzanite of my eyes; I'm not sure which. 'What do you drive?' she inquires as if to gauge her response from my own 'a Bentley.' I announce. She smiles 'a car?' she pries 'a car.' I confirm 'I guess that's as good as anything.' She shrugs freeing her elbow 'is that disappointment or a recompense for my bumping into you so ungraciously?' I inquire lightly, finding it intriguing that she hadn't flinched at the sound of Bentley as most women had before 'are those the terms for having an opinion?' she replies handing me her files like I was Hughes! 'I'm Herve by the way.' I introduce myself 'Sadie.' She says with a smile
Fired By The Father Of My Child

Fired By The Father Of My Child

Six years ago, Breanna was shoved into a pitch-black hotel suite by her own uncle. She was forced to endure a brutal night with a drugged stranger just to keep her grandmother's ventilator running. Nine months later, she gave birth in a cold underground clinic. But her uncle immediately snatched the crying newborn from her trembling hands, coldly announcing the baby had died. For six years, Breanna lived in agonizing grief, working as a lowly hotel cleaner just to survive. But a cruel setup threw her directly into the path of Elliot Finch, the arrogant billionaire from that dark night. He did not recognize the woman whose life he had completely ruined. Instead, he looked at her like she was rotting garbage, had his guards drag her into a wet alley, and mercilessly got her fired. "If I ever see your face again, I will make sure you cannot get a job cleaning toilets." Breanna was suffocating from the injustice, stripped of her dignity and her family's only lifeline. Yet, when she instinctively protected a traumatized little boy from bullies, she discovered he was Elliot's son. The boy clung to her neck, crying and desperately begging his father to let her stay. But Elliot just threw a massive check at her chest, violently accusing her of brainwashing a sick child for a meal ticket. Looking at the toxic disgust in his eyes, something inside Breanna finally broke. She picked up the check, ripped the millions into tiny shreds, and let them rain down on his expensive shoes. "Keep your dirty money." She turned her back on the crying boy and the stunned billionaire, deciding she would no longer be their victim.