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Billionaire sextuplets

Billionaire sextuplets

Billionaire S€xtuplets s€xtuplets are six kids born at once. Who will get such a blessing? Let's meet Erica Johnson a 23 year old Mexican girl. Petite blonde and overly cute. She is the type of cutie you wouldn't resist hugging when you see her in the streets the type that you would fall in love with immediatetly. But her family is a different situation the Johnson's are quite well off the only problem is her step mother and sister. Her younger sister hates her cute face and voice. Especially when she stands besides her. Her dad is also a huge j€rk who spoils her stepsister to d€ath making her the slave. Her stepsisters anger is not so hard to detect but what's even worse is that.... Her six children will be made by her stepsister {Nelly}. A one night stand made her lose her family move to another country and live completely new life . From being a slave princess to the working class. But her six little cuties help her go through all hardships so much that she just wishes to live till eternity no matter what happens her kids are hers alone. But who was the father? Erica didn't know of this just yet but she hoped the man wouldn't take her babies away. How gentle can the man possibly be? And to make matters worse she didn't remember a thing about that night. The night she lost her pride her virginity and the night that gave her six little babies. But she will always remember the hardships she suffered in the hands of her step mother and sister and she is out for revenge. TBC Grab your popcorns and buckle up your seatbelts for the next chapter babies.
Elysian Ruin: A Husband's Reckoning

Elysian Ruin: A Husband's Reckoning

I spent hours preparing Thanksgiving dinner, the turkey golden and perfect, a silent testament to the quiet life in our upscale suburban home. My wife, Izzy, was supposed to be home, but her booming lifestyle brand, Elysian Living, always came first. I was the unacknowledged foundation, the silent partner in a world she claimed to have built alone. Then I saw it—an Instagram story from Kev, her slick "Brand Strategist." He was grinning next to a brand-new Aston Martin, with Izzy by his side, her ring finger conspicuously bare. His caption, "Izzy knows how to treat her MVP," twisted the familiar knot in my stomach tighter. Moments later, Izzy called, not with an apology, but a sharp accusation about company gossip, hanging up before I could even defend myself. My phone buzzed again, this time a direct message from Kev, a taunting video tour of the car's interior. His voice smugly called me "old man." While her calls relentlessly flooded my screen, I thought of every late night. I thought of every bit of seed money, every crucial contact I leveraged to build "her" empire. None of which she ever acknowledged. The weight of her ingratitude, the blatant affair I was too "stupid" to notice, and the constant disrespect finally hit me with a chilling clarity. I was tired of being her silent safety net, her unappreciated fool. Something inside me snapped. I recorded an audio message for Kev, cold and precise. It exposed him as the parasite he was. Then I blocked him and turned off my phone. A new, definitive strategy for my own life was finally forming.