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Not a Fiancée, a Resource

Not a Fiancée, a Resource

"What is this, Liam?" My voice trembled, my hands shaking as I held up my phone, a text exchange between my fiancé, Liam, and a nurse flashing on the screen. It screamed, "Proceed with the 400cc draw. Chloe\'s vitals can handle it. Ethan needs it." My stomach lurched. Ethan, my beloved, sat there pale, while Liam, his best friend, dismissed my terror. "Chloe, you\'re overreacting," Liam\'s smooth voice oozed, "Ethan\'s condition is fragile. It\'s better to be safe than sorry." Safe for who? Not for me. Suddenly, years of quiet sacrifice became a crushing weight. The dizzy spells, the constant fatigue I' d blamed on stress – it wasn' t from wedding planning. It was them. My life had been systematically drained, not by love, but by parasitic manipulation. Then, a new text from Liam, meant for Ethan\'s mother, buzzed on my phone. "Don\'t worry, I\'ll make sure Chloe provides enough blood for the pre-wedding \'health buffer.\' We can\'t have Ethan looking anything less than perfect on his big day." A health buffer. My blood, my very essence, reduced to a cosmetic accessory for his wedding photos. I was a walking blood bag, not a fiancée. Just as the humiliation burned, Ethan texted from the other room, unaffected: "Liam just told me I\'m feeling faint again... One more small donation before the wedding... Can you come to the hospital tomorrow?" The audacity was breathtaking. The room spun. Black spots danced. My phone slipped, clattering to the floor. The last thing I heard was my name being called as darkness swallowed me whole. I woke to sterile white walls, a nurse informing me I was severely anemic. "You can\'t donate blood again for a very long time, if ever." It was a death sentence for my old life. And a declaration of war for a new one. I picked up my phone, ignored their frantic calls, and dialed my friend. "I'm going to find a new boyfriend."
MY BABY'S DAD IS THE BILLIONAIRE I SAVED

MY BABY'S DAD IS THE BILLIONAIRE I SAVED

They were jealous of her, her friends were jealous of her and set her up to make her be like everyone else. Oma's perfectly planned world shattered when she discovered she was pregnant after a set up by her friends on the night of their school's sign out gala party. Before she had time to think of what to do, her father callously threw her out of the house into the rain with a warning never to return till she had found the father of her unborn child. Frustrated and dejected, she found shelter in her best friend's family house, only to accidentally learn that the same friend and her boyfriend were the ones who betrayed her by setting her up for a one-night stand with an unknown guy. This realization broke her more and she made a life changing decision to leave for a city where she was not known with determination to begin a new life and live for her unborn child. By a dramatic turn of event, she met Richard Jones, a billionaire corporate lawyer, whom she saved from an accident that could have taken his life. He admired her exceptional show of integrity and was drawn to her. What begins as a simple 'chase' and impulsive support and protection, blossomed into a serious friendship and eventual romance that will threaten the status, affluence and entire Richard Jones' existence. Will Richard give up his inheritance for a girl he barely knew? Will her pregnancy serve as determent for finding true love and fulfilling her dreams? Find out in this intriguing romance story.......
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.