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MY CRUSH, MY NEIGHBOR

MY CRUSH, MY NEIGHBOR

MATURE CONTENT/ R18+ Only In which a guy asked his neighbor for her wifi password in return for a kiss. Meet Kim Yoo-Mi, a young girl who has been inlove with her neighbor since she's 10, since she saw him through her window in her room. But he is a snob. He never talks to her and even takes a glance on her. And now that she's 16, she was surprised when he tried to communicate with her only to get her wifi password because his internet was cut off. She thought he was making friends with her, but she's wrong. Will she give him what he wanted? What if he'll found out that his name was her wifi password? Meet Yoon Jeonghan, the arrogant and snob basketball player in the school. He's the most popular guy in the campus and a playboy one. He always finds his neighbor cute so after 4 years of snobbing her, he tried to communicate with Yoo-Mi by getting her wifi password. What if Yoo-Mi found out that it's not true that his wifi was cut-off? That he only made an excuse just to kiss her? Yoo-Mi and Jeonghan entered in a relationship but he soon left her because Jeonghan saw a photo of Yoo-Mi kissing her bestfriend Josh. Jeonghan left her without knowing that she was carrying his child. After 6 years, they meet again. Jeonghan as the CEO and Yoo-Mi as his personal assistant. Yoo-Mi tried to hide her daughter from Jeonghan because she's scared he might take her daughter away from her. Jeonghan soon found out that Yoo-Mi has a daughter but she heard the kid calling Josh, daddy and that gave him the idea that Yoo-Mi really betrayed her. And he planned to make a revenge by making her life hell and miserable.
Bound To The Ruthless Billionaire Captor

Bound To The Ruthless Billionaire Captor

Jocelyn Yang lived in the grand Turner Mansion, not as a guest, but as a prisoner. Ever since her father's death, the ruthless billionaire Elam Turner forced her to atone for sins her father never committed. On her nineteenth birthday, a male classmate secretly sent her a diamond necklace. Elam, who had flown back from London overnight, flew into a psychotic, jealous rage at the sight of another man's gift. He mercilessly crushed the delicate necklace into the marble floor with his custom leather shoe. "Did you forget what you are?" Elam hissed, dragging her into a pitch-black storage room. "You take gifts from other men behind my back?" He pinned her to the dusty floorboards and violently assaulted her. The next morning, a wire transfer of $500,000 hit her bank account. He had humiliated her, broken her spirit, and was now casually trying to buy her silence. Later, when a broken bike left her walking miles through a freezing rainstorm, he just shoved scalding tea into her bleeding hands. "Look at you," he sneered. "You look like a stray dog ruining my floors." Jocelyn curled up in the cold, her lips bleeding and her heart shattered. She couldn't understand his terrifying obsession. If he hated her so much, why did he refuse to let her go? Why did he look at her with such manic hunger while systematically destroying her life? Staring at the massive sum of hush money on her phone, a desperate spark of vengeance flared in her chest. Jocelyn wired every single cent back to Elam's account. She picked up her charcoal pencil, vowing to win the upcoming art competition and buy her escape from this monster forever.
Beyond The Broken Heart: Stella\'s Vengeance

Beyond The Broken Heart: Stella\'s Vengeance

My boyfriend, Caleb, was my family, my everything, for nearly two decades. He worked as a security guard for a spoiled tech heiress, Gabrielle, but our Fourth of July plans were finally just for us. Then a frantic call from his client shattered everything. Suddenly, we were on a deserted road, fireworks popping in the distance, when a "carjacking" erupted. As masked men attacked, Caleb didn't hesitate. He sprinted past me, sacrificing my safety to shield Gabrielle, whispering, "If anything happens to you, I can't live with myself." His words, and the knife searing my side, were a shock that cut deeper than any blade. I bled out on the asphalt, while Caleb fussed over Gabrielle's minor scratch. I woke up in a hospital, alone, only to hear nurses describe Caleb as the "devoted guard" who hadn't left Gabrielle's side. He eventually appeared, reeking of her perfume, offering pathetic excuses and blaming me for being "in the wrong place at the wrong time." Just then, Gabrielle, pristine and smug, was wheeled in. "We both had our panic buttons," she purred, "We were going to see who he'd save." She confirmed the carjacking was a setup, a twisted bet I never knew I was in. My world imploded. How could the man I loved, my family, orchestrate such a cruel betrayal, then abandon me for a sick game? He chose her, leaving me broken. But I wouldn't stay broken. This was just the beginning of my reckoning.
A Mother's Sacrifice, A Billionaire's Game

A Mother's Sacrifice, A Billionaire's Game

For three years, I, Sarah Miller, poured my heart into my relationship with Ethan Hayes, believing we were a team facing his mounting debts and recent job loss from a struggling tech startup. My loving mother, Mary, despite her own battle with severe emphysema, tirelessly worked extra shifts and sacrificed her precious few savings to help us. In a final, heartbreaking act of selfless devotion, Mary even cashed out her life insurance policy, giving every last penny-$60,000-to Ethan to settle his financial woes, just days before she tragically succumbed to her illness. Her dying wish was for me to use that money to help Ethan, to ensure his future, to be happy. But at my administrative job, a subsidiary of a company called Innovate Solutions, a conversation overheard from a conference room plunged my world into a nightmare: Ethan was a "tech scion," talking about the "Hayes fortune" and a "test" of my loyalty. He wasn't broke; he was a multi-billionaire CEO, and his fabricated poverty was a cruel, elaborate psychological experiment. My mother's agonizing death, her ultimate sacrifice, had been nothing more than a pawn in his sick game. Every act of kindness, every sacrifice we made for him, was a lie. How could the man I loved, the man my mother gave her very life for, be such a manipulative monster? Overwhelmed by grief and a betrayal so profound it choked me, I refused his fake explanations and lavish offers. I walked out of his opulent office, resigned from my job, and cut every tie, determined to find a future free from his monstrous deceit.
A DASH OF TEMPTATION.

A DASH OF TEMPTATION.

"You are one stubborn lady, you know that?." His raspy tone sounded close to her ear, sending gooseflesh up her arms. And her emotions must have been closer to the surface than she'd wanted to admit, because she could feel the sting of tears behind her lids. Not wanting David to know how he affected her, she hid her face in his shoulder and tried a laugh. It sounded a little wobbly, but it was the best she could produce. "You hardly know me, David. And you already made it clear to me that you don't want to…i understand" He rocked her from side to side, and she could hear the smile in his voice when he spoke. "Well, you are making it difficult for me to stick to that" Bonnie squeezed herself closer, loving the solid feel of his chest against her cheek, the strength of his arms around her. She couldn't recall ever feeling so safe. "It wouldn't be so bad if you let yourself. Forget about whatever reason brought us together. Let go, and live in the moment" David groaned, and then his hand was beneath her chin, tilting her face up. Bonnie smiled, thinking he had a few more questions for her, when his mouth closed over hers and she couldn't think at all. —---------- Bonnie Rimmer is in danger, and David Stewart knows that it's all his fault. He had made more than a few enemies over the years, but a creepy stalker kidnapping the woman he was meant to protect is an entirely different matter. All of this could have been avoided if he had kept to one rule: don’t protect anyone you want to screw. Don't get emotionally involved with your client. But with Bonnie, he’s caught between his job and his increasingly hard libido. The woman is way out of his league, but David wants nothing more than to take the hot volcano of a woman in his hand. To make her writhe in pleasure, until she’s at his complete mercy. She needs protection. He needs satisfaction. And the moment the line is crossed, all hell will break loose…
Buried Alive With My Fake Husband

Buried Alive With My Fake Husband

I woke up in total darkness, the air smelling of stale chemicals and dying flowers. When I tried to sit up, my forehead slammed into solid wood just three inches from my face. I was trapped in a coffin, buried alive next to the cold, stiff body of my fake husband, Cedric. My stepmother, Hermina, had poisoned our champagne at the gala to seize my trust fund, and now she was hosting a lavish memorial service for us right outside the lid. I found a faint, erratic pulse in Cedric's neck, but I couldn't just scream for help. If Hermina realized the dose wasn't lethal, she'd finish the job with a lethal injection under the guise of medical assistance. To survive, I bit my tongue until I tasted blood and tore my hair into a tangled mess. When I finally kicked the lid open and spilled onto the marble floor, I didn't act like a rescued heiress; I crawled like a broken doll, shrieking about poisoned bubbles and "the bad man" while Manhattan's elite watched in absolute horror. The betrayal was suffocating. My own family watched as Hermina tried to sedate me back into silence, playing the role of a grieving saint while her eyes remained cold as ice. Even more shocking was Cedric, who rose from the casket like a predator, commanding the room with a terrifying authority that proved our entire marriage had been a lie. I couldn't understand how many secrets were buried in that house, or why my "boring" husband was suddenly acting like a man who owned the city. After kneeing Cedric in the stomach to break his iron grip, I bolted out into the torrential rain. I didn't care that I was barefoot or that the world thought I was insane. I had the key to my father's secret safe in my hand, and I was going to make sure Hermina paid for every second of darkness she forced me to endure.