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BILLIONAIRE IN THE NEIGHBORHOOD

BILLIONAIRE IN THE NEIGHBORHOOD

Angel Hendrickson, a young ten year old billionaire's son, who lived with his mother and step mom in the states. due to his richness, his life Still sucks in the hands of his stepmother. His step mother, Ericka Hendrickson, a young woman who derives for money and wealth got jealous of him and bowed to get rid of him no matter the circumstances. Yes, she got rid of him, threw him down the cliff in the Philippines. Made sure he is forever gone and Never to be found. But here he is... Jeremy David, a guy in the neighborhood. Identity; unknown, family; unknown, he is just a Miracle in the neighborhood. He stays with the family of tomboys. A family who acts like boys, even the man if the family is damn dangerous. The family of tomboys ** Keira David, pretty, wild, sassy, crazy, a mad girl with attitude. She is the only daughter of the family, she really meant everything to Jeremy. F*ck sisters, f*ck brothers. They are inseparable. They played together, fights together, sleeps together, bath together. Infact, do everything together. They are just too inseparable.... ********************************************** **15 years ago ** "Oh, common Mom, if his parents find him here, I am sure you know what that means. It means trouble" "Junno, Keira has a point. If his parents find him in our house, we will be in one big trouble. They would send us to jail" "Bompay, I can't just leave him cold and helpless on the street. He would die there" "Mom, since when do you start Caring for people" "Since when I saw the little kid lying beside the gutters and crying" "Mom..." "Bompay, Keira, let's just help the little kid. Just take a look at him" she pointed to the 10 years old kid sleeping on the floor with a blanket around his body. "Okay mom, maybe you should go report to the police" "No way!" "The police might get involved and if they caught us with this boy...."she said and they both turned deaf ears. "Are you people listening to me?" "Yeah, loud and clear." "If the police catch us with this boy, I would run away and leave you two to be in jail for twenty years" "Oh common, Keira, you won't do that" "Try me" "Sir, ma'am," the little boy woke up and went to meet them. "Ugh!!!" Keira grunts. "Ma'am, sir, please let me stay here with you. I don't wanna die on the streets" "Yes child. You will stay here with us as our child. Except some people as a problem with that" She said referring to Keira who kept scoffing. ''Yes kiddo, don't worry. We are here for you" bompay said and they looked at Keira. "Okay, okay, I don't care whatever your name is. You will now have a change of name from now on" Keira said and he smiled. "Jeremy, Jeremy would be your name from now on" she said and he smiled. "Don't smile at me, smile at the people that accepted you' "Thanks Keira" He said and Keira rolled her eyes.
His Other Woman, My Broken Heart

His Other Woman, My Broken Heart

It was our third wedding anniversary, and I sat alone at a dinner table set for two, a positive pregnancy test clutched in my hand. I' d imagined telling Ethan a thousand times, picturing his joy, the final piece of our life together clicking into place. But then headlights swept across the living room window, and relief turned to ice as I watched him help Chloe, his college sweetheart and the ghost of our marriage, out of the passenger door. I knew, in that single, shattering moment, that it was over. Chloe had waltzed back into our lives months ago, claiming heartbreak, and Ethan had swallowed it whole, canceling our plans to "cheer her up." Now, she was in our living room, draped on our couch, with Ethan stroking her hair, a tenderness he hadn't shown me in months. He accused me of being selfish for pointing out it was our anniversary, twisting our wedding vows into a weapon against me, defending Chloe with a venom I' d never seen directed at myself. The fight left me, all hope draining away as I realized the man I loved was gone, replaced by a stranger who saw me with annoyance and disdain. Then Chloe, with a smirk, told me I was just a placeholder, sending a photo of Ethan asleep in a hotel room, a kiss mark on his neck, sealing my fate. My world went silent, the brutal truth hitting me: I had never stood a chance against her, the great love of his life. I found the hidden divorce papers, a secret escape hatch he'd prepared, and signed my name. When he finally stumbled in, smelling of whiskey and her perfume, I showed him the photo, and then he left again, for her, leaving me to pick up the shattered pieces of my life. I was done being the quiet, steady one, the convenient wife. I called my best friend, Sarah, determined to leave, ready to protect the tiny, secret life growing inside me from this poison.
The Penniless Ex-Wife's Spectacular Comeback

The Penniless Ex-Wife's Spectacular Comeback

For three years, I swallowed every humiliation to warm my billionaire husband's frozen heart. But at his birthday banquet, the obsidian cufflinks I spent three sleepless nights carving were crushed into worthless powder. Carly, the woman he truly loved, had intentionally tripped and slammed into my arm. When the velvet box fell, I dropped to my knees on pure instinct. My bare hands were deeply sliced by the jagged shards, warm blood dripping onto the pristine marble floor. But Dominic didn't even spare a single glance at his bleeding wife. He protectively cradled Carly, his voice thick with concern as he asked if she was hurt. He let the entire ballroom laugh at me, calling me a piece of trash that wasn't even fit to touch the hotel carpet. When I later confronted him about the secret estate where he hid her, he nearly broke my jaw. "A toxic bitch like you deserves to rot in a loveless marriage." I finally understood. My marriage was just a cruel prison designed to torture me for a debt I supposedly owed. I didn't shed a single tear. I went back to the penthouse, signed the divorce papers waiving all my assets, and walked barefoot into the freezing New York storm. To survive, I took a job as the personal executive assistant to his biggest enemy on Wall Street. But when I showed up at an industry dinner wearing a stunning designer suit next to another man, the cold tyrant who had thrown me away completely lost his mind.
Billionaire's redemption romance

Billionaire's redemption romance

Jessica Smith is ready for a break following her brief marriage to aloof and conceited millionaire Christopher Clark. In an attempt to relax, she meets Brian brown, another affluent millionaire. She has no idea that she's going to face a completely different set of difficulties. Christopher Clark never acts in a random manner. The decision to wed a poor employee of his company was not made at random; rather, it was made to preserve his family's prestige following the defection of his sweetheart. And the reason he breaks off his relationship with Jessica after less than a year of marriage is to protect her from something that even he finds difficult to understand. Will Christopher and Jessica ever be able to genuinely understand each other, or will they always be entangled in a web of lies, treachery, and love that seems to be waiting around every corner when they're together? Will they ever be able to forgive each other and give themselves the second opportunity they both may very well deserve? [EXCERPT] She muttered, almost beseeching him, "This is not the right time," her voice faltering in spite of her determination to remain solid. She felt the firm muscles beneath his shirt as her hands were pressed up against his chest. Fighting him was a lost strategy. Christopher's lips grazed her earlobe again, his fingers twirling around her waist as his warm breath made her tremble. "There's never a right time when it comes to us," he whispered, his deep voice a low, alluring whisper.