carmen esparanola
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Ceo First love
Romance inspiration and enthusiasm for the literary world have declined, but the blockage was due to personal problems (between me and myself). I ended up isolating myself from this profile, from writing and reading, I apologize for that, but I was comfortable with this seclusion. It was a necessary break and helped me reorganize my thoughts. I'm still working to improve, however, I can see progress. In the meantime, I dedicated myself to learning crafts, as therapy. I crocheted and macramé (I recommend) I even sold some pieces, oh and I created a brand, but back to writing, I hope you enjoy reading. It was a birth so to speak lol, however, the feeling of accomplishment prevails. Ah, this is my first story set in another country, I did a lot of research and obviously, I used a bit of poetic license to develop the plot, so I apologize in advance if any inconsistencies arise. Furthermore, I want to say that I'm coming back, or trying to come back, without putting too much pressure on myself, and I hope you're still around to read my stories. A big kiss and enjoy the story! SYNOPSIS The first time I saw Elijah Richards, I knew immediately he was going to be trouble, but I've always had an irresistible attraction to trouble. The boy labeled as the 'problem boy' by the city's gossips quickly became my world, only to soon break my heart when he ordered me to disappear from his life. Returning to my hometown was not part of my plans, especially after a failed marriage and a fugitive husband. And rekindling feelings for someone who made it clear that I was just a fling was far from my desires. However, with each encounter, amid intense stares and an almost tangible tension in the air, even at moments when he treated me with hostility, or behaved like a real asshole, it became increasingly difficult to ignore the magnetism that kept drawing us to each other. PROLOGUE Eleven Years Before Elijah Richards was the most unique boy I had ever met, but it was precisely his strange uniqueness that attracted me. I met him once in the cemetery, the afternoon we buried my father. He was a police officer and was killed on duty by a local drug dealer. According to the news that emerged shortly after his death, Dad was corrupt and received what he deserved. People just turned their backs on my mother and me; almost no one showed up at the funeral. That day, I was overcome with irritation, with everything and everyone in that small town. When the funeral finally ended, I refused to get into my mother's car and drove alone down the path that led to the deserted road at the back of the cemetery. — Don't wander around late! — Mom shouted as the car started to move. She walked past me, kicking up dust, and just walked away. It could just be my paranoia, but it seemed to me that she was almost happy... Hot Billionaire
Billionaires Pregnant by the Billionaire I still remember, I
didn't think about having children so soon, but life crossed my path, and changed all my plans. As fate would have it, the man who got me pregnant was a billionaire, which left me in a distressing situation, he could take my baby away from me at any moment. I didn't know the power that man had, I didn't know the people who were on his side and who could greatly harm me. That's why I needed to hide, the less he knew, the better for
me and my son who was growing inside my womb. But chance always seemed to be interfering in my
choices, I knew it, the billionaire had the right to know about my pregnancy, after all I didn't have this child alone; but yes, I was afraid of being one of thousands of women. That's why I ran away, but he found me. It was a stroke of fate that he saw me with a baby in my lap, obviously he was suspicious and sent his men after me. I tried to escape, but I couldn't. I couldn't run away from myself, because the reason I ran away pregnant was that I loved that Billionaire. He was attractive, charming and there were many women after him, he was
super powerful, I was very afraid of having to love him in silence, but at one point that whole feeling was bigger than me, I went to bed with him, and the result was the my pregnancy, but I don't regret anything. I love my son more than my own life, even though I'm pregnant with a billionaire. I love him, but I ran away, I had my reasons, but he found me. In the end he ran after me and my baby. And now I'm torn between telling the truth, that he had a child with me, or keeping this secret, and disappearing forever, but he won't leave me without
knowing about the baby. Getting pregnant by the billionaire was the biggest adventure of my life. Logan – The Dominator I am married, I have always been faithful to my wife, I have always commanded the company, I have always commanded my wife. I've always hated the Oliveira family, just like my father did before me. My brothers are irresponsible, I don't even know how they run their companies alone. I'm the one who should dominate everything, I like everything right, surprises bother me, everything must be in its right place, it's
always been like that. My life went normally, until she appeared, Vivian Oliveira, my biggest enemy, I hate her, I reject her, I disown her. But... but what no one knows is that every time I see her, I am immediately taken by a feeling, when I am in her presence, my p*nis becomes so erect... You might like
Jilted Wife Returns As A Billionaire Heiress
Paula Gardini Chloe had just given birth to twins, lying exhausted in a cramped, bustling hospital ward.
When she called her husband, Julian, he was busy partying with his actress mistress. He coldly hung up on her, having already drafted a brutal divorce agreement that would leave her with a pittance.
Strangers in the next bed loudly mocked her pitiful state, gossiping about how Julian was dumping her. For years, Chloe had erased her own identity to fit into his elite world, only to be thrown away like garbage. She was completely alone, clutching her helpless babies, bracing herself to sign the cruel papers just to survive.
She couldn't understand why her absolute devotion was met with such chilling indifference. Why did she have to suffer this ultimate humiliation while he celebrated with the woman who ruined her life?
But then, a senior doctor noticed a unique mole on her wrist and ran a secret DNA test. The results were staggering: Chloe was the long-lost daughter of the billionaire Beaumont family. With her fiercely protective parents and three powerful brothers suddenly forming an impenetrable fortress around her, Chloe picked up her phone and texted her arrogant husband.
"City Hall tomorrow at 10 AM. If you don't show up, my lawyer will handle everything. And trust me, you won't like their terms." Shielded By The Ruthless Military Boss
Mo Yufei I was an intern nurse working exhausting shifts, yet my mother constantly forced me into blind dates with wealthy, arrogant men to secure our family's social standing.
During a terrifying hospital lockdown, an assassin disguised as a doctor held a scalpel to my throat. I was almost killed, but a high-ranking military colonel threw his own body down a flight of concrete stairs to shield me.
I survived with cuts and bruises, but when I went home, my mother didn't care about my near-death experience. She was only furious that I had rushed out on my blind date with Preston, a rich financial analyst.
She forced me to meet him to apologize. When Preston grabbed my arm, bruised me, and mocked my attack as a pathetic lie, my mother still took his side.
"Men get angry," she told me coldly. "It's your job not to provoke them. You will beg for his forgiveness, or you are no longer welcome in this house."
I had narrowly escaped an assassin, yet my own family was willing to feed me to a monster just for a fat paycheck and neighborhood gossip.
My heart went completely dead.
So, when the intimidating Colonel appeared, offering me maximum military protection through a sudden marriage, I didn't hesitate.
I walked back into my parents' house and calmly slapped a crisp marriage certificate onto the coffee table.
"I won't be apologizing to Preston. I got married today." The Silent Heiress's Million Dollar Gambit
Maui My stepmother’s bodyguards were seconds away from dragging me back to a life that was essentially a prison cell wrapped in silk. I couldn't even scream for help because the words always died in my throat—a clinical condition called selective mutism that felt like drowning on dry land.
I had just discovered the sickening truth: my father was planning to sell me to a sleazy investor named Sterling to cover his company’s bankruptcy. They were going to drug me, ship me off to a private island, and strip away the only thing I had left—my late mother’s multimillion-dollar art trust.
When I arrived at the manor, my stepmother Lydia handed me a glass of wine laced with bitter sedatives, her smile sharp as a razor.
"Drink up, darling. It’ll make the transition to Mr. Sterling much easier."
My stepsister Harper stood in the corner, wearing a dress bought with my mother’s stolen money, mocking my inability to speak. My father didn't even look me in the eye as he calculated my price tag, treating his own daughter like a piece of damaged, mute inventory.
They thought because I didn't speak, I didn't hear them laughing about the "accident" that killed my mother or how they planned to burn her final restoration work. They assumed my silence was a sign of surrender, a white flag waved by a broken girl who would never fight back.
How could the people who were supposed to be my family treat me like a commodity to be traded? Did they really think my silence meant I was weak, or that I didn't know every dirty secret they were hiding in their ledgers?
I didn't drink the wine. Instead, I burst into the VIP suite of Carlisle Pierce, the most cold-blooded billionaire in New York, and slammed a crumpled napkin on his table with a desperate, last-second gambit.
"MARRY ME. NOW. $1 MILLION." The Neglected Wife's Vicious Comeback Game
Xiu Luo On our third anniversary, my husband canceled our dinner, claiming a sudden work emergency.
I tracked his phone to an exclusive French restaurant, only to find him tenderly fastening a blessed bracelet—one I had flown across the world to get for him—onto his college ex-girlfriend's wrist.
The sheer shock triggered a violent placental abruption. Bleeding out in my car just across the street, I frantically called his number. Through the window, I watched him glance at his screen, frown in annoyance, and press decline to focus on his lover. While I was wheeled into a freezing operating room for an emergency C-section utterly alone, he took his mistress back to our marital bed.
He didn't even bother to check if I was alive, completely oblivious that our premature daughter was fighting for her life in the NICU. I soon discovered our entire marriage was a sham. He had used my family's wealth to save his company, and now he was trading me to secure a massive business deal with his ex's father. The man I loved didn't exist; he only saw me as a disposable asset.
"I'm going to make him wish he had never been born."
After secretly securing my baby in a private retreat, I ordered a medical-grade silicone pregnancy belly to hide my flat stomach. I stepped back into our penthouse, ready to burn his precious empire to the ground. While I Was Bleeding Out, He Lit Lanterns For Her
Katie Oettgen As I lay on the floor of our manor, bleeding out from a ruptured ectopic pregnancy, I used my last ounce of strength to call my husband, Cole.
I begged him for help, my vision blurring.
But the only thing I heard was the clinking of champagne glasses and his mistress's giggle in the background.
"Stop the drama, June," Cole snapped, his voice cold. "We're about to go on stage. Don't call again."
He hung up, leaving me to die alone on the Persian rug while he accepted an award with another woman on his arm.
I woke up in the hospital days later. My baby was gone. They had removed my fallopian tube.
Cole finally arrived, smelling of expensive scotch and his mistress's perfume. He didn't hug me. He didn't cry.
Instead, he leaned over my hospital bed, pressing his knee into the mattress until my fresh stitches tore open and bled.
"You embarrassed me by calling an ambulance," he hissed. "My mistress, Alycia, says you're faking it. Clean yourself up."
He left me bleeding again to go announce a $10 million donation to Alycia's "groundbreaking" medical research.
I stared at the TV screen, numb. The research Alycia was taking credit for? It was mine. I wrote that patent years ago under a pseudonym.
They thought I was just a poor, orphan housewife who needed Cole's money to survive.
They had no idea I was actually a billionaire scientist hiding my identity.
I pulled the IV needle out of my arm. A drop of blood fell onto the divorce papers I had been hiding.
I didn't wipe it off. I signed my name right over it.
Then I walked into the bank, reactivated my dormant account with $128 million, and bought the penthouse directly overlooking Cole's house.
The mourning widow is dead. The avenger is born. His Tamed Wife, The Wild Heiress
Whisper 119 She married him out of desperation, becoming the perfect docile wife while he treated her like dirt beneath his shoes. But everything shattered the night she overheard him mocking her with his friends-and discovered the necklace she'd cherished, her only link to the boy who once saved her life, didn't even belong to him.
It was all a lie.
No longer the doormat he married, she discards her fake identity and reclaims her birthright as the hidden heiress of Salvadore City. Now she's on a mission: find the necklace's true owner among his circle of friends, no matter how many hearts she has to break along the way.
But her husband isn't ready to let go. Convinced she's playing games to make him jealous, he's blindsided when divorce papers land in his hands. By the time he realizes the woman he dismissed was never who he thought she was, she's already moved on-living her truth, chasing her destiny, and leaving him choking on regret.
Some cages, once opened, can never be closed again. Flash Marriage To My Best Friend's Father
Madel Cerda I was once the heiress to the Solomon empire, but after it crumbled, I became the "charity case" ward of the wealthy Hyde family. For years, I lived in their shadows, clinging to the promise that Anson Hyde would always be my protector.
That promise shattered when Anson walked into the ballroom with Claudine Chapman on his arm. Claudine was the girl who had spent years making my life a living hell, and now Anson was announcing their engagement to the world.
The humiliation was instant. Guests sneered at my cheap dress, and a waiter intentionally sloshed champagne over me, knowing I was a nobody. Anson didn't even look my way; he was too busy whispering possessively to his new fiancée. I was a ghost in my own home, watching my protector celebrate with my tormentor.
The betrayal burned. I realized I wasn't a ward; I was a pawn Anson had kept on a shelf until he found a better trade. I had no money, no allies, and a legal trust fund that Anson controlled with a flick of his wrist.
Fleeing to the library, I stumbled into Dallas Koch-a titan of industry and my best friend's father. He was a wall of cold, absolute power that even the Hydes feared.
"Marry me," I blurted out, desperate to find a shield Anson couldn't climb.
Dallas didn't laugh. He pulled out a marriage agreement and a heavy fountain pen.
"Sign," he commanded, his voice a low rumble. "But if you walk out that door with me, you never go back."
I signed my name, trading my life for the only man dangerous enough to keep me safe. You Treasure Her, While Ten Tycoons Spoil Me
Chen Ziluo My husband of three years suddenly brought his mistress and her son into our home.
Without a hint of emotion, Jude threw a divorce agreement at me and told me to pack my things immediately so they could move in.
I signed the papers and walked away without taking a single penny.
But just hours later, a black SUV intentionally ran me over in a dark alley, shattering my leg.
The men who did it sneered, saying their boss wanted me out of New York permanently.
At the hospital, I was prepped for an emergency surgery to save my leg from permanent disability.
But Jude, who owned the hospital, ordered my operating room shut down.
He forced the entire surgical team to abandon me just to treat a minor cut on his mistress's finger.
Lying there in agony, I couldn't understand how the man I had loved for three years could be so monstrous.
He didn't just want to erase our marriage; he wanted to destroy my life completely.
When I finally woke up after being saved by a friend, Jude was standing by my bed, trying to explain.
I looked at him calmly and spoke.
"I'm sorry, do we know each other?"
I vowed right then that I would stay in New York and take back everything he owed me.
And just a few hours later, his precious new son mysteriously disappeared.