The sweetest billionaire mistake

Unwanted desire

I fell down on my bed. My body aches from practice. It's only four o'clock in the afternoon, it's shocking. Is this how Mommy suffered at HTS? If I only knew, I wouldn’t have bothered to join yet. I struggled to get up and picked up the phone on top of my side table. "Mother Martha," I began tiredly and she answered me with full concern. "Please. Can you just bring me some food up here. Even if you just order another maid. The pain is over. My body really, I can't really go down. All right, thank you. " I immediately removed my bra and stretched. Even maybe opening a social media account is boring to do. I've only been in training for two weeks but I'm tired, I don't want to. I closed my eyes, waking up, tired and tired. I was startled by a noise coming from a cell phone, as if a gunshot had been fired. I seem to have fallen asleep tired. I turned to the person next to me and focused my eyes on his cellphone. My vision was blurred but it didn’t take long and I saw who was next to me. "Calyx!" I slapped him with a lampshade. "Hey! Don't! ” he blocked her face with his arm and immediately left my bed. "Why are you here? And ... And it's still here in my bed! " "I don't know about you. I just delivered your food and then you took advantage of my weakness," she replied and threw my bra on my bed, apparently hanging from her hair. Immediately warmed my face to what he did. I know there was no malice in what he did but I couldn't help but be ashamed. In the crowd, why Calyx yet? "The thickness of your face! Get out of here!" I repel while averting my eyes. "Why are you the one who delivered?" "I volunteered," he answered simply so I turned to him. “I would like to talk to you. I would have woken you up just because you are sound asleep so I would have planned, just wait for you to wake up. ” "So who gave you the right to sit on my bed?" I raise my eyebrow. ” “I am not comfortable on the floor. ” "The thickness of your face, get out!" I rock him a pillow. He also left my room immediately. I just wiped my face. We are now facing each other in the living room as he rubs the lump on his forehead that was hit by the lampshade I hit. "I didn't invite you," he complained. "Don't play the victim. Anyone who sees our position before will think it's ugly." "Ja, you're the one who hugged the two of us. Why are you still angry? Shouldn't I? I feel like I took the wrong course, I should be a politician so I can pass a law that also aims to protect men from your women . " I was amazed at his reasoning. I don’t know if he has a saltik or what. I closed my eyes tightly and whispered to him. "Hey. Calyx Napoleon Tan De Jesus, let's be clear. If you don't want to marry me, make sure no one knows what happened." "You're beautiful. It's not bad to marry you," he smiled mischievously and raised his eyebrows so I threw the magazine at him. I was even more annoyed when he laughed out loud. "Get out of here!" I hit the magazine. "Ja, let's talk," he laughed at my blows. "Let's talk about the two of us— ouch!" he rubbed his forehead and quickly sat down next to me. "What's ours? There is no U.S!" I stomped on him. I sighed as he pulled my two legs closer to him, causing me to lie down on the sofa. He put one arm around my head and brought his face close to mine. I couldn't breathe or even move when our noses came together. I stared into his eyes moving my eyes and my lips. I sighed again when his finger stuck to my forehead as he parted my hair. I closed my eyes tightly and slapped him so he moved away from me. I immediately stood up and walked away from him. I felt my blood boil when I saw him smiling while holding his blushing cheek. "Strength," he said, shaking his head and smiling at me. “But Ja, didn't you crush me then. I was just wondering, why? "Calyx growled. "Can I have Calyx. It's a memory I want to forget," I replied angrily and he laughed. I was about to stone him with the magazine when I heard the doorbell ring. Our assistant hurried to the gate to open the door for the visitor. I focused my eyes on the door of the house. "Are you expecting someone?" he asked in front and lay down on the couch. "It's none of your business. Can you just leave first because it's embarrassing for the visitor. ” "Wow! Heavy! ” he applauded. I turned angrily to the man who was just staring at me. He immediately ‘kissed me. "Fuckboy," I whispered. “Hey, that hurts. You are a judge. ” "Truth hurts, Calyx," I smiled sarcastically. "Ms. Jayesa," the maid approached me. "She's supposed to be your visitor. Keshaun Medrano. Shall I let her in?" “Keshaun? That’s a boy’s name, and you’re still a guest? Are you misleading? ” Calyx stood up and got serious. “What are you doing? You also said, I'm beautiful, ”I replied. I looked back at the maid and ordered him to let Keshaun in. "Jayesa, I know you're 18 but you're still a baby in our brother's eyes." "Why are you interfering?" "I'm just concerned." "Concern? Stop me," I

Stupid mistake

"Whooo! Let's drink! Ali shouted. Yes, we're in the bar, been here with friends since earlier. Ali's broken; her boyfriend cheated on her. Thought he was handsome, but well, 'Whoo, let's drink!' she exclaimed, taking a swig of her beer. "Listen, Cally, never fall for handsome guys; they're all cheaters," a friend advised, and I just chuckled. "Okay, enough of that," I said. "No! Let's drink more! It hurts so much!" Ali insisted, drawing attention from others in the bar. "Stop them," I instructed Sam. "Hey, easy! I told you, I'm here for you," Tom chimed in. "Eww, Tom, we're just friends," I retorted. "Shut up," he replied. "You're just drunk, gaining confidence," Tom teased. "Well, we graduated; maybe I have a chance now, right, Ali?" Ali scoffed, ignoring him. "Handle them; I need the restroom," I said, feeling a bit dizzy. Hi, I'm Cally, short for Cllane Avarri Joy. Apologies for the length – blame my mom's preference for sophistication. We all graduated with a Business Administration degree; I didn't like the courses for the "smart" ones. I'll just find my engineer, right? We're a group of not-so-responsible friends, as you can see. We enjoy each other's company before facing life individually. My parents scold me due to my friends, fearing they might influence me. They don't know I'm the leader. Annoyingly, I'm constantly compared to my cousin Amanda, the golden child. I washed my face; alcohol works fast. Exiting the bathroom, I couldn't stand seeing couples kissing. "Why can't I find someone good-looking?" I complained. "Hey, Cally!" my friends called. "Later!" I replied, feeling a bit woozy. "Focus, Cally, I need to find someone tonight," Tim said. "Looking for someone?" I asked. "Yeah, and I was hoping to see you," he replied. "So, what do you want?" I quickly retorted. He grinned. "I'll give you the room number; follow me later." "Here we go again. Where's the number?" He handed me 143. "Okay," I said, taking a sip of his beer. "It feels like you're in the mood, huh?" he teased. "You wish," I playfully responded. He left, and I continued drinking. A few hours passed; I was a bit drunk. "Nice!" I muttered, heading towards the rooms. I found the door with the number 143, knocked, and waited. It took a while to open; I was getting sleepy. "Oh, still drinking, Cally?" I muttered to myself, entering the room. "What are you doing!?" someone exclaimed. "Let's sleep," I said, placing my hand on their shoulder. They looked at me, and my vision blurred. I burst into laughter for no apparent reason. "You're really drunk, Cally! Seeing all kinds of handsome people," they remarked.

My lady boss

Like almost every dramatic romance novel, Bella’s story begins with a bad grandfather, a treacherous sister, and a stupid boyfriend. At the age of twenty, he fell victim to their grand scheme and became the laughing stock of the country. A piece of news about her boyfriend’s reunion has brought Bella hard into a state of poverty. However, an accident happened ... Bella rose from the ashes. In the blink of an eye, Bella has become the Ladyboss of the strongest and most powerful in the underworld.

His CEO's unwanted desire

I am thankful that there is such a tradition in our family, because that's why I recovered my wealth. The attorney also knows this very well because all of his ancestors have served us up to them and her next son. Because Mrs. Diaz's ancestor swore to serve the Chuas for the next generation until their race was exhausted. That's all Papa told me then, and he didn't tell me what happened or why Mrs. Diaz's ancestor made that promise. What did my ancestor do to make all of Mrs. Diaz's clan serve us?

The dragon kingdom

"Huh?" I asked confusedly. Mr. doctor's answer? "C-come again? I'm what… now?” "Pregnant Lady Ca-" “Pregnant!?! I!? HOW!?” I shouted at him. He raised an eyebrow at me and stared at me like some sort of a weirdo. "By having an int*rc*urse of course Lady Candace." I looked at him, well, doctor, I'm not in the mood to joke here, what? How am I pregnant!? I'm not even from here! I'm literally not from here, I'm from planet earth! E-A-R-T-H EARTH! From the Philippines, Cebu City! I was drinking with some friends because there was a celebration... But, I got drunk and I don't know what happened. When I opened my eyes, my environment was different. I woke up on some sort of small house and when I came out the people were dressed fancily. Their set-up is ancient but fantasy themed? It's like a peg only in fantasy books. That's it! I really don't know what's going on- maybe I'm just pranking but it's not really. The way they talk is weird, my h-ngh-ng friends don't speak that fluently. So I'm convinced that I'm no longer a prank and I woke up in another world. Maybe that's possible, I'm listening to lessons and watching Isekai anime. (Our character here is quick to believe in magic so he quickly adapts what is happening. Then I also read reincarnation stories, be it manwha or manga. Maybe I was de-ds when I drank too much? I know that's not the only problem I have. My hair color also changed, I still have the same face and all but- I DON'T HAVE A FROST BLUE HAIR! My uncle's life was gone when he saw me coloring. Also what is with my eyes!? I don't wear contact lenses either!? I didn't even know what was happening and then I just found out that I'm pregnant?! I know the kid is from j-gj-gan but duh!? I'm a virgin! One hundred percent! Not a single man moved my flower! My beautiful flower is well protected by me! But new?! I suddenly found out that I'm pregnant!? Then I still don't know the child's father juskooo- forgive me father for I have really s-nned. Mamang will slap me left and right when he hears this! I haven't even graduated from college yet and I'm already doing kerengkeng. Huh. What if I suddenly got pregnant? What is magic? But magic exists here- because eehh! I really can't process what's happening to me. I'm still adjusting to this because I just reincarnated and then I found out that I'm pregnant without knowing who the father is. I mean- I don't have memories whatever. Not really! as in none! Nothing! Is this how you wake up in another world? I have read fantasy books, why aren't my scenes the same as theirs? They woke up because they remembered something from their past self chuchu. Why am I not there? Does this body have amnesia? This may not be my body even though we have the same face. What the h-ck is happening? Not only do I have no memories, I suddenly got pregnant. I bit my lip, seriously, if I am reincarnated in another world, I must also have memories so that I can catch up on events. But nothing really, I was not blessed. I scratched my head while looking at my stomach, whatever. I'm gonna take care of this child. I, Candace Dulce will be raising this baby! With or without someone! Well, I'm such a strong independent woman!

The hundred years villainess Reincrinate as a princess

She died due to overworking as a popular web writer, she never thought she could die like that in an appropriate state. But they did say, if only you could be given another chance to live again and alas, she was reicarnated as a child! She is not just merely a baby, but the youngest and only princess of an Eryndor Empire! How a 30-year-old unmarried and virgin woman could survive this? Especially her family where she belongs are famous as a heartless and tyrant royal family?

The Convict Heiress: Marrying The Billionaire

The heavy thud of the release stamp was the only goodbye I got from the warden after five years in federal prison. I stepped out into the blinding sun, expecting the same flash of paparazzi bulbs that had seen me dragged away in handcuffs, but there was only a single black limousine idling on the shoulder of the road. Inside sat my mother and sister, clutching champagne and looking at my frayed coat with pure disgust. They didn't offer a welcome home; instead, they tossed a thick legal document onto the table and told me I was dead to the city. "Gavin and I are getting engaged," my sister Mia sneered, flicking a credit card at me like I was a stray dog. "He doesn't need a convict ex-fiancée hanging around." Even after I saved their lives from an armed kidnapping attempt by ramming the attackers off the road, they rewarded me by leaving me stranded in the dirt. When I finally ran into Gavin, the man who had framed me, he pinned me against a wall and threatened to send me back to a cell if I ever dared to show my face at their wedding. They had stolen my biotech research, ruined my name, and let me rot for half a decade while they lived off my brilliance. They thought they had broken me, leaving me with nothing but an expired chapstick and a few old photos in a plastic bag. What they didn't know was that I had spent those five years becoming "Dr. X," a shadow consultant with five hundred million dollars in crypto and a secret that would bring the city to its knees. I wasn't just a victim anymore; I was a weapon, and I was pregnant with the heir they thought they had erased. I walked into the Melton estate and made an offer to the most powerful man in New York. "I'll save your grandfather's life," I told Horatio Melton, staring him down. "But the price is your last name. I'm taking back what's mine, and I'm starting with the man who thinks he's marrying my sister."

The Billionaire's Blind Bride: No Mercy

I married Clive Harrington, the coldest billionaire in Manhattan, under a strict contract that forbade any emotional burdens. When I needed a high-risk surgery to save my sight, I checked into the clinic alone, hiding the procedure from a husband who saw me as nothing more than a legal asset. I thought I could handle the darkness in silence. But while I was blind and bandaged in my hospital bed, my biological mother called, screaming that if I didn't produce a Harrington heir by the end of the fiscal year, she would cut off the life-saving treatments for my disabled sister. I was crawling on the cold hospital floor, desperately feeling for a cane I had dropped, when I touched a pair of expensive leather shoes. It was Clive. He was supposed to be in London closing a multi-million dollar deal, but there he was, watching his "contract wife" groveling in the dark like a beggar. He didn't walk away in disgust. He carried me to a five-thousand-dollar-a-night VIP suite and sat by my bed, listening in chilling silence as another voicemail from my mother filled the room, calling me a "useless broodmare" who was only worth the trust fund disbursements my marriage secured. I expected him to remind me of Clause 34B or hand me divorce papers now that I was "damaged goods." Instead, I felt his thumb brush a stray tear from my cheek, his presence shifting from a statue of ice into a predatory shield. "I thought I was just currency to you," I whispered, my voice trembling behind the gauze. "Just an investment." Clive didn't answer with words. He picked up his phone and called his head of legal with a single, terrifying command: "Kill the Douglas family’s credit lines. Every debt, every lien—trigger them all. If they want a war, I’ll give them a massacre." As he leaned down to kiss my bandaged forehead, I realized the contract was dead. My husband wasn't protecting an asset anymore; he was hunting the people who had dared to touch what belonged to him.

Marrying Her Was Easy, Losing Her Was Hell

"Stella once savored Marc's devotion, yet his covert cruelty cut deep. She torched their wedding portrait at his feet while he sent flirty messages to his mistress. With her chest tight and eyes blazing, Stella delivered a sharp slap. Then she deleted her identity, signed onto a classified research mission, vanished without a trace, and left him a hidden bombshell. On launch day she vanished; that same dawn Marc's empire crumbled. All he unearthed was her death certificate, and he shattered. When they met again, a gala spotlighted Stella beside a tycoon. Marc begged. With a smirk, she said, ""Out of your league, darling."

I Slapped My Fiancé-Then Married His Billionaire Nemesis

Being second best is practically in my DNA. My sister got the love, the attention, the spotlight. And now, even her damn fiancé. Technically, Rhys Granger was my fiancé now-billionaire, devastatingly hot, and a walking Wall Street wet dream. My parents shoved me into the engagement after Catherine disappeared, and honestly? I didn't mind. I'd crushed on Rhys for years. This was my chance, right? My turn to be the chosen one? Wrong. One night, he slapped me. Over a mug. A stupid, chipped, ugly mug my sister gave him years ago. That's when it hit me-he didn't love me. He didn't even see me. I was just a warm-bodied placeholder for the woman he actually wanted. And apparently, I wasn't even worth as much as a glorified coffee cup. So I slapped him right back, dumped his ass, and prepared for disaster-my parents losing their minds, Rhys throwing a billionaire tantrum, his terrifying family plotting my untimely demise. Obviously, I needed alcohol. A lot of alcohol. Enter him. Tall, dangerous, unfairly hot. The kind of man who makes you want to sin just by existing. I'd met him only once before, and that night, he just happened to be at the same bar as my drunk, self-pitying self. So I did the only logical thing: I dragged him into a hotel room and ripped off his clothes. It was reckless. It was stupid. It was completely ill-advised. But it was also: Best. Sex. Of. My. Life. And, as it turned out, the best decision I'd ever made. Because my one-night stand isn't just some random guy. He's richer than Rhys, more powerful than my entire family, and definitely more dangerous than I should be playing with. And now, he's not letting me go.

The Mute Bride Is The Secret Mastermind

I was the titan of Wall Street until an indictment and an ankle monitor turned my penthouse into a gilded cage. To save face, I was forced into a marriage with Elza, a "mute" girl from the Schmidt family whom I treated as nothing more than a silent piece of furniture while my empire crumbled. The night I was poisoned at a high-society gala, a mysterious server in an oversized uniform saved my life with terrifying, clinical precision. They disappeared into the night, leaving me with a silver cufflink and a burning obsession to find the shadow who held my life in their hands. Back home, I took my frustration out on Elza, telling her she was "exhausting to look at" and "smelled like sickness" after her charity visits. Her own family treated her like a stray dog, trying to humiliate her at the next gala by dressing her in what they claimed was a cheap knockoff while whispering to the press that she was nothing but a high-end escort. "Stay out of my way," I would growl at her, never noticing the steel in her eyes. I sat at my table, watching my rivals' stocks plummet and wondering who "The Zero"—the legendary financial ghost—really was. I never suspected that the woman I ignored was the same one solving the equations that were currently burning Manhattan to the ground. The injustice peaked when Elza stood before the city's elite, not as a victim, but as a queen. She dropped over a hundred million dollars to buy back her family’s legacy, revealing a secret fortune that made my own empire look like pocket change. As I grabbed her wrist and saw the small red mole hidden beneath her watch, the truth hit me like a physical blow. The silent wife I had despised was the savior I had been hunting, and she was finally done playing the victim. "We have a lot to talk about, wife," I whispered, realizing I had been sleeping next to the most dangerous woman in the world.

Seven Years A Fool, One Day A Queen

Everyone knew Kristine loved Colton. Still, his heart clung to a woman overseas-someone he spent most days with, now pregnant with his baby-and Kristine still asked him to marry her. On their registration day, however, he never came; his "true love" had flown back. Seven years of loyalty later, Kristine walked away, blocked him, and left his city. Colton didn't blink-until he saw her at the courthouse, arm-in-arm with another man, and the proud CEO went pale. He went after her, desperation overtaking him. "I'm sorry. Please give me another chance." She snapped, "Could you stop? I'm already married."