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I'M A ONCE IN A LIFETIME KIND OF WOMAN

I'M A ONCE IN A LIFETIME KIND OF WOMAN

The prestigious Yang Family of the capital, renowned for their immense wealth and influence, is also infamous for their scant number of family members. For six generations, the Yang family has been blessed with only a single child per generation, making Kendrick Yang the sole successor of this powerful lineage. "Kendrick, since you've divorced Amelia, it's high time you find someone to bear an heir; otherwise, our family legacy will end with you!" Old Madam Yang, Kendrick's Grandmother, declared, her voice laced with desperation. "I know what I'm doing," Kendrick replied curtly, his expression an impenetrable mask. "Stop nagging Kendrick! Amelia will always be my only granddaughter-in-law," Old Master Yang insisted with unwavering authority, his eyes glinting with resolve. Kendrick's heart ached at the mention of Amelia. Despite their substantial age difference, he had fallen deeply in love with her at first sight. Their marriage had faced numerous obstacles, including fertility issues and fierce resistance from Kendrick's parents. These challenges eventually led to their painful divorce, leaving both of them heartbroken. Amelia, unaware that she was pregnant with quintuplets, left the country and returned to her family, reclaiming her identity as Amara Ulberti. Nearby, Amelia overheard the conversation, her heart clenching at the mention of her name. Old Master Yang's fierce loyalty touched her deeply. Almost instantly, a bittersweet smile tugged at her lips. She thought, 'Who said Kendrick doesn't have any successors? He has five of them with me; but it's for me to know and for him to find out.' With a determined stride, she walked straight to the banquet hall. Just as Amelia vanished into the crowd, four striking, confident figures appeared before Kendrick and his grandparents. "If we are not his heirs, then what are we?" Aristide, the oldest, asked, with defiant tilt of his chin as he spoke. "Who said my father needed another woman?" Bérenger chimed in, his eyes burning with intensity, his small fists clenched tightly. "If he dares to replace Mom, I'll beat him to a pulp!" Chevalier declared, his small frame exuding fierce protectiveness. "If he dares to find another woman, big brother, just bankrupt his company!" Diedonné suggested, his voice dripping with a cold, calculating tone. Kendrick "...." Kendrick stood there, stunned, his mind struggling to process the presence of the four miniature versions of himself, with his mouth agape. Old Madam Yang's eyes widened in shock. "!!!!" Old Master Yang's jaw dropped. "????" "A, B, C, D! How could you leave me behind?" E, panting and out of breath, complained. But when she saw Kendrick, her eyes lit up with joy. "Daddy! We finally found you!" E, the youngest and only girl among the quintuplets, exclaimed and ran towards Kendrick. She leapt into his arms, wrapping her small arms around his neck. Kendrick, startled, instinctively held her tight, afraid she might fall.
The Neglected Wife's Vengeful Spectacular Comeback

The Neglected Wife's Vengeful Spectacular Comeback

Elissa's world shattered the night she planned to reveal her pregnancy. Instead of sharing the joy of two pink lines, her billionaire husband, Alexander, slammed a divorce agreement onto the table. His first love was back, and Elissa was no longer needed. To force her signature, Alexander systematically dismantled her life. He destroyed her acting comeback, paraded his lover in front of her, and cruelly forced Elissa to photograph them celebrating together on her own birthday. But the deepest betrayal wasn't the infidelity-it was the hidden camera Elissa discovered in their bedroom. Their three years of marriage, every whispered word and intimate touch, had been a twisted, calculated performance to secure his inheritance from his grandfather. Pushed to the brink, Elissa's breaking point arrives when the grandfather unexpectedly gifts her 5% of the company shares. Alexander completely snaps. Pinned to the bed, choking on his fury, he snarls, "You greedy little liar." But in his blind rage, his mask slips. His crisp, standard American accent vanishes, replaced by a flawless, aristocratic British drawl. Seeing the sheer, unadulterated panic flash in his eyes, Elissa's blood runs cold. The man she has shared a bed with for three years isn't Alexander Harvey. He is a complete stranger. Who is the man wearing her husband's face? And what happened to the real Alexander? Touching her stomach, Elissa's despair hardens into lethal resolve. For the sake of her unborn child, she won't just survive this nightmare-she will uncover his terrifying secret and burn his fake empire to the ground.
ONE NIGHT STAND WITH A BILLIONAIRE IN DISGUISE

ONE NIGHT STAND WITH A BILLIONAIRE IN DISGUISE

Pamela Brown is a hardworking young chef who lives in a small coastal town with her sick grandfather. Life hasn't been easy-she lost her parents at sixteen in a strange accident, and now her grandfather needs urgent surgery. With no money and about to lose her café space, Pamela feels hopeless. Just when things are at their worst, she gets invited to cook at a fancy charity event hosted by one of the richest families in California-the Johnsons. There, she runs into Wilfred Johnson, a powerful billionaire... and the same man she had a one-night stand with months ago. She never knew he was a billionaire They feel drawn to each other once again. Wilfred admires Pamela's honesty and warmth, which he lacks in his world of deceit. Time together reveals secrets linking Pamela's troubled past to Wilfred's influential family. Vivienne, Wilfred's cold mother, investigates Pamela's past upon discovering their relationship. What she finds out changes everything: years back, Vivienne orchestrated the accident that took Pamela's parents' lives to protect the Johnson business. Vivienne wishes for Pamela to leave. She gives her money to leave peacefully. Heartbroken, Pamela rejects the offer and breaks up with Wilfred, hiding the full truth. Wilfred feels lost and hurt, so he's looking for answers. He's totally stunned when he finds out what his mom did. He confronts her head-on, cuts ties with her, and promises to fix the mistakes his family made. Pamela has to decide if she can trust Wilfred again or just walk away for good.
Yesterday's Loved

Yesterday's Loved

"I can't stay still, walking back and forth. If only someone was with me now, I know their eyes would hurt watching me. I've been waiting for him since earlier, but he took so long to come. Feeling tired, I sat on the couch, but I stood up immediately as the front door opened, and he walked in. He's finally home. "Where have you been?" I asked my husband as he arrived late. Yes, I've been waiting for him. It's already 2:03 in the morning, and he just decided to come home now. Nothing new in his actions. I even get home earlier than him – from work, while he comes from his school. No emotion showed on his face, and he just continued walking without responding to me. "Lazel Hyrroz," I sternly uttered his name. I followed him into his room. He unbuttoned his uniform after casually dropping his backpack on the bed. "I'm tired. Don't bother me now," he said coldly, avoiding eye contact. "That's why I'm asking why you're only coming home now and where you've been at this hour," I questioned him firmly. He took off his white polo, leaving only his undershirt. "You know? You have a lot of roles in my life," he sarcastically remarked, facing me. His face remained emotionless, and the way he looked at me seemed indifferent. "You're not just a mother, sister, or brother. Now, your role is a strict father who waited for his son who didn't come home last night but decided to show up now," he added, grinning. "You've grown up, Lazel Hyrroz. Even if you're no longer under your parents' care, remember that there's still someone who cares about you," I stated. "You? Do you care about me? I'm just your husband on paper, and I never asked you to worry about me. I told you from the beginning not to interfere, and I'll do the same to you," he said sternly. That's just how he is – hard-hearted and indifferent to me or my feelings. "Lazel Hyrroz..." "If you have nothing else to say, leave, Lola," he insultingly called me Lola this time. I sighed, acknowledging his disrespectful behavior. I turned away as he removed his white undershirt. "You've seen my body. So, why are you still avoiding me? I know you liked what we did last night, didn't you? You took advantage of me while I was drunk," he insinuated, and those words felt like a slap. My chest tightened violently. "Before you sleep, take a bath or wash your body. If you haven't eaten, just heat the food that I cooked earlier," I said, hearing his mocking laugh and the creaking of the bed as a sign that he sat down. "Yes, Manang," he said mockingly, using another insult this time. I closed his room door gently, pausing for a moment before leaning against it. Tears threatened to spill, weighing heavily on my chest. Is this the reason he came home so late? Because in over a year, something happened between us only once? We were both drunk, and I can't remember anything about that night. I questioned myself. How long will we be like this, Lazel Hyrroz? *** When I wake up every morning, my uniform is neatly prepared on the sofa bed, and my black shoes are polished. In the kitchen, there's food ready, with a sticky note on the fridge. I took it and read the neat handwriting. Despite that, I still dislike it. "Don't forget to eat your breakfast before you go to school, Lazel Hyrroz." -Calysta After reading it, I crumpled the paper and threw it in the trash bin. I opened the fridge, grabbed a cold water bottle, and finished its contents. I glanced at the prepared breakfast on the table, but as usual, I left it untouched. I entered the university with an empty stomach, but it's okay; Hanemira usually shares her food with me. That's where I usually have my breakfast. "You didn't have breakfast again, huh?" I just smiled at her question and slowly smiled. Simultaneously, she held my hand, handing me a spoon. She also had my lunch box. "I still cooked it." Her cooking wasn't the best, but I appreciated it because she's the girl I like. *** When I got home, I expected to find her in the living room, busy with her laptop, drinking coffee. "You didn't eat your breakfast again. You didn't even touch them," she greeted me. I raised the corner of my lips. I've memorized those words since she always says them to me. "Who told you to cook my breakfast?" I asked, hearing her sigh again. Honestly, I don't feel anything for her. I don't like her, and I will never love a woman ten years older than me. We only got married because she's wealthier than my family, and our company needed her. That's the only reason I endure living in this cramped house. That's what I feel. I ignored her and went upstairs, but before that, I stopped to ask her about this. "For you, what is love?" She furrowed her brows, confused by my question. "Why are you asking me that?" she asked back. "I just want to know your opinion. What does love mean to you?" I asked, genuinely interested in her perspective on love. "Love ruins a person's life." I raised an eyebrow at her statement. How does it r
My one-sided Love

My one-sided Love

“Kill him.” The moment the words were out of his mouth, she dropped the gun in shock and took a back step. “I can’t,” she said, stuttering. “Why?” he asked. “It’s a sin,” she whispered. Before she could step away, he grabbed her wrist, pulling her closer. She gasped seeing him so close to her and was struggling to move away from him. “What will happen if you sinned?” he asked, leaning close to her ear. “Please,” she begged. “I will tell you what will happen. If you sin," he leaned closer before adding, "you burn in hell,” he said, his hot breath fanning her skin. “And this is hell.” Before she could stop him or pull her hand away, he pulled the trigger, followed by the gunshot, and she shut her eyes tightly. One mistake, and it cost her a price she was not ready to pay. If only she knew a night was all needed for her life to go from good to worse, she would never have stepped out of her house. If only someone had warned her not to cross his path she would never have served herself to him on a silver platter. Adah Malik made one mistake and it cost her a price she was not ready to pay. What was her mistake? She crossed her path with the mysterious Aryan Abdullah. Aryan Abdullah, an aloof businessman, held power and money yet nothing seemed to interest him. He enjoys facing death more than life but one night and one intruder changed him. She came into his life as a puzzle but soon she became his only restorative. He knew she was a walking disaster for him and she knew he was nothing but a danger yet that one night was enough to intertwine their fate.