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Too Late Mr. Noble: You Can't Afford Me

Too Late Mr. Noble: You Can't Afford Me

I had played the role of Hunt Noble’s perfect partner for three years, a polished asset to his multi-billion dollar empire. But the mask slipped when I saw a photo of him smiling at another woman with an intimacy he hadn’t shown me in months. When I tried to walk away, Hunt didn't beg for forgiveness. He pinned me against a cold marble counter and reminded me that I was his property. "I provide for you. I don't answer to you." At the city's most prestigious gala, I made one final, desperate plea for a real commitment. He laughed, calling our relationship a "merger of assets" and labeling me a "bad investment" with a failed career. He had his lawyers draft a thirty-million-dollar NDA to buy my silence, treating our three years together like a business transaction to be settled and filed away. I signed the papers and threw the keys to his penthouse in his face, desperate to reclaim my soul. But that same night, I was drugged at a high-end club by a predator who thought I was unprotected. Before the darkness swallowed me, Hunt reappeared, a violent shadow who beat my attacker until the floor was slick with blood. I woke up back in the one place I swore I’d never return to: his master bedroom. As Hunt washed the filth of the night off me, his eyes burned with a terrifying, renewed possessiveness that the $30 million check couldn't hide. "You don't go anywhere without my permission." I realized then that the money wasn't my exit fee—it was the down payment on a permanent cage. If I ever wanted to be free, I couldn't just walk out. I had to burn his entire empire to the ground.
SOLD

SOLD

Mackenzie is the daughter of one of the country's biggest businessmen, successful and a role model to the social cream, but what they don't tell you is that from the gates in, her father is a gambling addict and her mother is a compulsive shopper. Mack, affectionately nicknamed by his little five-year-old sister, dreams of the day he will graduate from social work school and leave home taking his little sister Lola out of the toxic home he lives in. But her whole life is turned upside down when her father loses his entire fortune in a game of chance, and in order not to lose the house and his business, he trades in his own daughter. Now Mackenzie will have to marry the owner of the casino, a forty-year-old widower with no character who plans to be elected mayor and who will use this marriage to clean up his image. What the girl can't imagine is that such a "characterless" man may seem like a calm amidst the turmoil her life will become, but his son, Vincenzo Fontana, only twenty-two years old, will be the real hurricane, who will flood her life and present her with an irreverent, electrifying, and passionate world! A game of manipulation, staging, adrenaline, and lots of chemistry! She will have to marry a man twenty years her senior, but the real problem is her son, who can be quite a problem, especially when he is in the next bed, and it is his bed that she wants to be in!
The Trapped by Him

The Trapped by Him

"Get her, bring her to our hidden basement" he said while looking at me with a deadly look Lord! I know I'm a philosophical person but why did I have to end up in this situation? I'm Mary Viatrixe Xylline Monteverde, a philosopher, basagulera and crazy woman but I didn't know this man would be the only one I would fold. "I don't even know that old man, you bastard!" I sneered at them and I was very surprised that a man grabbed my arm, that's why I changed his face when he kicked his balls He immediately groaned in pain and sat on the floor "Fanga, that's just a girl you can't hold tight yet" shouted this man so I looked at him badly "I am not his daughter. I don't know that, are you a fool?" I yelled back at him and I felt a cold aura from him and suddenly signaled. I was very surprised that three macho men grabbed me. I tried to get out of their hands but they were so strong that I couldn't struggle. Their muscles are very big and it's hard to fight with them stubbornly, especially when there are three of them that stop me. "Boss, don't feel sorry for my son, please. I know I'm wrong" suddenly said a man who was by my side and was also held by the men What son is he talking about? I just met that while he was running towards me and then he suddenly said that I was his daughter? Am I being affected by this? "Diě" said this very cold man and he suddenly raised a gun and pointed it at the man's forehead "D-Derick, this is my son, take him instead of me. He can serve the Master. He can be made a maid, a slave or maybe a bed warmer" said this man who made my eyes widen What is it? Bed? Suddenly, my heart beat faster, especially when the smile appeared on the face of this boss. "Hey! I don't even know you and then all of a sudden you're going to give me to this stupid man? Are you crazy? I wonder what's in bed? I'm a decent woman f*ck you!" I shouted angrily at this and at the same time the gunshot hit the old man's forehead I suddenly fell silent and bit my lip as I felt my body tremble. It was the first time I saw someone killed in front of me and I knew I was traumatized here. "Go follow my instruction" ordered this demonic man and the men who held my arm pulled me Even though I was shaking from what I witnessed, I was still able to walk and ride a car. Even though I sympathized with this problem because of his stupidity, I still felt a little pity for him. Yes, it's only about 1%. After an hour, the car I was riding in stopped and they pulled me out of it "What the hell, take it easy oh. I'm a very fragile woman and if you pull me it's like you're pulling a big cow" I yelled at them again "Fragile? You look like an amazon" said the man who made my blood boil as they pulled me. Tsk, thank you for keeping me captive if I hadn't destroyed that skull earlier. I just noticed that I had stumbled upon a large mansion. Is this the basement? It is too big and dirty to be called a basement. That Master looks rich. A few minutes passed again and they brought me into a room and I didn't see even a thing or furniture. Is this really a room? The men holding me violently pushed me to the floor and closed the door on me and locked it I slowly stood up even though my back still hurt from the impact of being hit on my back. What am I going to do here? There is no bed or tv. It's boring here. This mansion is still rich and yet this room is empty. Suddenly the door opened and it revealed a man with a socket of good looks but a terrible posture. Just one look from him is sure that I'm already buried. "Who are you?" I asked him firmly while raising an eyebrow "Are you a daughter of Ronald?" He asked me and I raised my eyebrows even more "Ronald who?" I asked with difficulty "It looks like Ronald fooled me again huh" he said "You're stupid" I said and suddenly his expression changed. "Excuse me?" He said and walked straight towards me "You got fooled fast so basically, you're stupid" I repeat and step back as he approaches me with a sharp gaze "Mary Viatrixe Xylline Monteverde is a beautiful name" he said and he suddenly stopped walking "Of course my mother thought of that." When I'm proud of him. By the way, how did he know my name right away? I haven't said that yet. Tsk, he immediately did a background check on me. "Your name would be fitting if it were written in a tomb" he coldly said causing my smile to disappear "What if I bury you? It's good to be out of there" I shouted "Go on" he playfully said so I prepared myself. I was a black belter in taekwondo when I was in college, so I am confident in my skills. I immediately punched him and accompanied him with strong kicks that would knock anyone down immediately when hit. All of this he avoided quickly which annoyed me. How can he avoid and block my attacks? Should I use my last technique? I suddenly stopped and stared at him "Done already? Tsk weak" he said and I grinned at him I lowered the strap of the shirt I was wearing an