Life as a celebrity

His Cure (Being His Exclusive Writer)

*My cheating boyfriend from your favorite author has been updated.* A smile appears on his lips. Ten 0' clock. She never misses. ... Gregory Winslow is a young man that suffers from the pain of losing his mother when he was young. However,every day,at exactly 10:00am,he get his cure; A chapter update from his favorite's Author. The author left a note one day, apprising her readers of her sudden departure from the writing community. Gregory was deplored at the news but he made an offer to have her be his contracted writer on her Instagram account; *Hey?. I've got an exclusive offer. Wanna be my personal writer?. I will pay you.* .. Will the Author accept his offer?. Will this contract turn to forever?.

Mr CEO, Don't Love Me!

"Don't tell me you plan on losing your virg*nity to him?!"Helen eyes widened. "Dear Helen, wouldn't it be heartwarming to lose that to a man like John,a man who knows how to make my heart to jump"I traced my fingers on the table as I moved closer to her. "Alright,I know you're not gonna do that. You wouldn't be that crazy,in front of him. He's got all the looks,oh yea,but who knows if he's got the manners?"she rasped. "I don't care. I'm not quite a well - mannered lady either."I smirks. "Helene,here is the man I've been trying to grab his attention,now the best opportunity is here,on a gold plate..."I breathed out a happy air. "I don't care if I become his baby mama tonight."I bit my lips.

Be My Wifey, or Lose Your Job

. "I have found the woman I want to marry. Her name is Janelle Bright. She's the woman I want" George McFarland is one of the ranking billionaire in the city. His mother has been pestering him to get a wife as he isn't getting younger but older. On going to the court to see his employer get indicted,he met Janelle and immediately picks interest in her. "I want to request your daughter from you, ma'am. And,I hope you won't turn me down." George's mother went to Janelle mother convenience shop. When Janelle got to know what was happening,she was told she was going to wed a man she barely knows in the coming weeks.

His Crazy Maid

"Be my maid for a month."the words slipped out of his mouth smoothly. Annie's worst nightmare. Being someone's maid. ★★ Annie John was just an helpless lady that hawks some fruits jn the street. This was to fend for both herself and her mother. Her mom was diagnosed of a diseases and she was told to bring $100,000,000. The doctor seems not to give a damn about where she will get it from. After Annie's pleas,he felt pity towards her and told her to be his maid,so as to pay off her debts. Will Annie accept her worst nightmare?

Dying in silence.

⛸️Dying in silence⛸️ (My savior) Story written by Ajayi Esther. Prologue Are you the lousy type?👄 Or💗 Are you the silent type?🤐 If you're the silent type then you not alone, Fontana is with you. Meet Fontana - an eighteen years old girl. Despite all mistreatment from her class mates,she still kept quiet not standing up to them. She kept all this in her mind,not having the courage to tell it to the face of her bullies. She kept talking to her self in her mind. What happens when the thought is over flood?. Meet 👉 Darrel,a tall good looking guy who is a player. What happens when he comes to Fontana's school? And what happens when Fontana started saying all the mistreatment she has received from her classmates on which she has been keeping in her mind to him unconsciously on his first day in school? Will Darrel listen to her? Find out in this story where Fontana is dying in silence. Let's take a sneak peek 💃💃💃💃💃💃 *You bitch!, you're nothing but a bitch,why did you step on me?* *How dare her spread a gum on my seat* *What?,you spill my milk? 💃💃💃💃💃 This story is base on fiction. Should I continue ? If you want me to,say I'm with you.

Rejected Heiress: My Heartless Family's Regret

For seventeen years, I was the pride of the Carlisle family, the perfect daughter destined to inherit an empire. But that life ended the moment a DNA report slid across my father’s mahogany desk. The paper proved I was a stranger. Vanessa, the girl sobbing in the corner, was the real biological daughter they had been searching for. "You need to leave. Tonight. Before the press gets wind of this. Before the stock prices dip." My father’s voice was as cold as flint. My mother wouldn't even look at me, staring out the window at the gardens as if I were already a ghost. Just like that, I was erased. I left behind the Birkin bags and the diamonds, throwing my Centurion Card into a crystal bowl with a clatter that echoed like a gunshot. I walked out into the cold night and climbed into a rusted Ford Taurus driven by a man I had never met—my biological father. I went from a mansion to a fourth-floor walk-up in Queens that smelled of laundry detergent and struggle. My new siblings looked at me with a mix of fear and disgust, waiting for the "fallen princess" to break. They expected me to beg for my old life back, to crumble without the luxury I’d known since birth. But they didn't know the truth. I had spent years training in a shark tank, honing survival skills they couldn't imagine. While Richard Carlisle froze my trust funds to starve me out, my net worth was climbing by millions on an encrypted trading app. They thought they were throwing me to the wolves. They didn't realize they were just letting me off my leash. As the Carlisles prepared to debut Vanessa at the Manhattan Arts Gala, I was already making my move. "Get dressed. We're going to a party."

His Unwanted Wife, The World's Coveted Genius

Rumors said that Lucas married an unattractive woman with no background. In the three years they were together, he remained cold and distant to Belinda, who endured in silence. Her love for him forced her to sacrifice her self-worth and her dreams. When Lucas' true love reappeared, Belinda realized that their marriage was a sham from the start, a ploy to save another woman's life. She signed the divorce papers and left. Three years later, Belinda returned as a surgical prodigy and a maestro of the piano. Lost in regret, Lucas chased her in the rain and held her tightly. "You are mine, Belinda."

He Chose First Love, I Chose the Alpha King

I gave him three years of silent devotion behind a mask I never wanted to wear. I made a wager for our bond-he paid me off like a mistress. "Chloe's back," Zane said coldly. "It's over." I laughed, poured wine on his face, and walked away from the only love I'd ever known. "What now?" my best friend asked. I smiled. "The real me returns." But fate wasn't finished yet. That same night, Caesar Conrad-the Alpha every wolf feared-opened his car door and whispered, "Get in." Our gazes collided. The bond awakened. No games. No pretending. Just raw, unstoppable power. "Don't regret this," he warned, lips brushing mine. But I didn't. Because the mate I'd been chasing never saw me. And the one who did? He's ready to burn the world for me.

Too Late: The Spare Daughter Escapes Him

I died on a Tuesday. It wasn't a quick death. It was slow, cold, and meticulously planned by the man who called himself my father. I was twenty years old. He needed my kidney to save my sister. The spare part for the golden child. I remember the blinding lights of the operating theater, the sterile smell of betrayal, and the phantom pain of a surgeon's scalpel carving into my flesh while my screams echoed unheard. I remember looking through the observation glass and seeing him-my father, Giovanni Vitiello, the Don of the Chicago Outfit-watching me die with the same detached expression he used when signing a death warrant. He chose her. He always chose her. And then, I woke up. Not in heaven. Not in hell. But in my own bed, a year before my scheduled execution. My body was whole, unscarred. The timeline had reset, a glitch in the cruel matrix of my existence, giving me a second chance I never asked for. This time, when my father handed me a one-way ticket to London-an exile disguised as a severance package-I didn't cry. I didn't beg. My heart, once a bleeding wound, was now a block of ice. He didn't know he was talking to a ghost. He didn't know I had already lived through his ultimate betrayal. He also didn't know that six months ago, during the city's brutal territory wars, I was the one who saved his most valuable asset. In a secret safe house, I stitched up the wounds of a blinded soldier, a man whose life hung by a thread. He never saw my face. He only knew my voice, the scent of vanilla, and the steady touch of my hands. He called me Sette. Seven. For the seven stitches I put in his shoulder. That man was Dante Moretti. The Ruthless Capo. The man my sister, Isabella, is now set to marry. She stole my story. She claimed my actions, my voice, my scent. And Dante, the man who could spot a lie from a mile away, believed the beautiful deception because he wanted it to be true. He wanted the golden girl to be his savior, not the invisible sister who was only ever good for her spare parts. So I took the ticket. In my past life, I fought them, and they silenced me on an operating table. This time, I will let them have their perfect, gilded lie. I will go to London. I will disappear. I will let Seraphina Vitiello die on that plane. But I will not be a victim. This time, I will not be the lamb led to slaughter. This time, from the shadows of my exile, I will be the one holding the match. And I will wait, with the patience of the dead, to watch their entire world burn. Because a ghost has nothing to lose, and a queen of ashes has an empire to gain.

Celestial Queen: Revenge Is Sweet When You're A Zillionaire Heiress

After being kicked out of her home, Harlee learned she wasn't the biological daughter of her family. Rumors had it that her impoverished biological family favored sons and planned to profit from her return. Unexpectedly, her real father was a zillionaire, catapulting her into immense wealth and making her the most cherished member of the family. While they anticipated her disgrace, Harlee secretly held design patents worth billions. Celebrated for her brilliance, she was invited to mentor in a national astronomy group, drew interest from wealthy suitors, and caught the eye of a mysterious figure, ascending to legendary status.

After Betrayal, She Claimed Her Empire

Serena Vance, an unloved wife, clutched a custom-made red velvet cake to her chest, enduring the cold rain outside an exclusive Upper East Side club. She hoped this small gesture for her husband, Julian, would bridge the growing chasm between them on their third anniversary. But as she neared the VIP suite, her world shattered. Julian's cold, detached voice sliced through the laughter, revealing he considered her nothing more than a "signature on a piece of paper" for a trust fund, mocking her changed appearance and respecting only another woman, Elena. The indifference in his tone was a physical blow, a brutal severance, not heartbreak. She gently placed the forgotten cake on the floor, leaving her wedding ring and a diamond necklace as she prepared to abandon a marriage built on lies. Her old life, once a prison of quiet suffering and constant humiliation, now lay in ruins around her. Three years of trying to be seen, to be loved, were erased by a few cruel words. Why had she clung to a man who saw her as a clause in a will, a "creature," not a wife? The shame and rage hardened her heart, freezing her tears. Returning to an empty penthouse, she packed a single battered suitcase, leaving behind every symbol of her failed marriage. With a burner phone, she dialed a number she hadn't touched in a decade, whispering, "Godfather, I'm ready to come home."