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The fluorescent lights of City General Hospital buzzed overhead as I sat in the sterile consultation room, my hands folded tightly in my lap. Dr. Sarah Mitchell, a woman in her early thirties with kind eyes behind wire-rimmed glasses, sat across from me with my test results spread across her desk like pieces of a puzzle I didn't want to solve. "Mrs. Mills," she began, her voice gentle but firm. "I need you to understand the gravity of what I'm about to tell you." My heart hammered against my ribs. I'd come in for what I thought was a routine check-up—the persistent nausea, the fatigue I'd attributed to stress from my crumbling marriage. Danny had barely looked up from his phone when I mentioned the appointment. "You have stage two stomach cancer," Dr. Mitchell said, each word landing like a physical blow.

"C'mon, Dad, we're going to be late for school!" Noel shouted at his father, who lay motionless on his bed. "Daddy! Daddy! I can't find my toothbrush!" Kayla screeched with excitement. No one knew what was so exciting about that. "Dad! Junior just peed on his bed... and he's crying so hard!" Janietta yelled from the baby's room. Mr. Romeo looked completely frustrated as he listened to their complaints. "What!" he shouted weakly, almost in tears. Gosh. These children were a handful. He pried his eyes open a little and gazed at the wall clock. "Fuc—" He cut himself off the moment he remembered the kids were in the room. It was almost 7:00 a.m. And he still needed to get them ready before eight, dress them, prepare their breakfast and lunch, and also get himself to work… all before 8:00 a.m. He quickly jumped out of bed and tied his robe. "The three of you, take off your clothes and line up in the bathroom. I'm bathing all of you at the same time," he instructed before dashing off to attend to his wailing nine-month-old baby. ?????? Meet 30-year-old David Romero. Father of four beautiful kids. And yes, a single dad. His children: Noel, 8; Kayla, 5; Janietta, 10; and Junior, a nine-month-old baby. They are a handful. He lost his precious wife during the delivery of his last baby precisely nine months ago. He has been taking care of his kids ever since, and trust me when I say it has been hell. His kids virtually have minds of their own. It is very hard for David to cope with all of this and his new job as the supervisor of Duvel Company. The responsibilities are simply more than he can handle. Getting a new wife would be hell, because his kids do not want a new mommy. What about a nanny? Duh. They definitely don’t want one either. To them, it’s supposed to be just them and their Daddy. But David is not ready to do this alone. He definitely needs assistance.

🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞 it contains raw unfiltered sex scene. Prepare to cum in your pants:After she lost her parents to a brutal attack, Liora is taken in by the mysterious and powerful Alpha, Kane. Raised under his protection and his umbrella, she knows how to follow the rules, how to remain obedient, and how to forget her dreams as well. But the closer she gets to her first heat, the more impossible it becomes to resist the body of Alpha Kane. Their instincts spark and the desire they both share for one another explodes, bringing them into a tight embrace and they find themselves unable to let go. Will they be able to resist fate? Or is this a forbidden passion that it set to consume them both?

I sat in the freezing conference room, my knuckles white as I strangled a cheap plastic pen. Outside, Manhattan was weeping in the gray rain, but inside, the air was sterile and dead. I stared at the polished mahogany table, seeing the distorted reflection of a man who hadn't slept in forty-eight hours—a man about to sign his own divorce papers. Across from me, my wife Linda wouldn't even look at me. She was too busy drumming her fingers near a diamond ring that cost more than I had made in the last five years combined. Then the door swung open, and Simon Thorne walked in. The billionaire heir didn't say a word; he just walked behind Linda and placed a heavy, possessive hand on her shoulder, marking her as his. "Let's wrap this up," Simon said, checking his Patek Philippe with the bored tone of a man ordering a coffee he didn't want. Linda finally looked through me like I was a ghost and told me to stop dragging this out. She whispered that I couldn't even afford myself anymore, a physical punch to the gut given I’d lost my job three weeks ago. After I signed, Simon flicked a business card at me, mockingly offering me a job as a doorman for minimum wage. I walked out into the downpour, shivering in a suit I couldn't afford to dry clean. My phone vibrated with a text from my landlord: "Pack your things. Keys by tonight or I’m calling the cops." I stood on the corner of 5th Avenue with exactly $42.18 to my name, watching Simon kiss my wife through the glass wall of the penthouse. I was thirty, homeless, and drowning in a city of lions. I wanted to roar until my throat bled, but I just stood there, a drowned rat in a world of predators. How could I have lost everything so fast? Why was the woman who promised to stay through "for poorer" now leaning into the arms of the man who just humiliated me? Suddenly, my phone screen exploded with a blinding golden light. An app called the Midas Protocol installed itself, declaring poverty a disease and itself the cure. With one tap, a million dollars bypassed a federal hold and hit my account, and a "Nemesis Card" appeared in my digital inventory. I didn't hesitate. I typed Simon Thorne’s name into the vengeance algorithm and hit execute. The game had officially changed.

I stared at the half-packed suitcase on our bed, my fingers mechanically smoothing the edges of a sundress I'd bought specifically for Hawaii. The digital clock on the nightstand glowed an accusatory 3:00 AM, its red numbers burning into my retinas as I sat alone in our darkened Manhattan apartment. Eight years of marriage. Eight years of promises. Eight years of slowly disappearing. "Just one more call," I whispered to myself, the sound of my own voice startling in the pre-dawn stillness. My thumb hovered over Jason's contact photo—his confident smile now seeming more smug than charming—before pressing dial. One ring. Two rings. Three.

One childhood crush. One unbreakable rule. One mansion where every hallway feels like a trap. For fifteen years, Leighton Hayes has loved Noah Knight from afar, the untouchable older brother of her best friend Chloe. Now twenty-three, broke, and freshly homeless, Leighton has nowhere to go but the sprawling estate of the man who once barely noticed her. Noah remembers her all too well. The billionaire who built an empire from nothing has spent the last six months trying to become a better man, and the shy girl in oversized hoodies who just moved into his guest wing is the most dangerous temptation he's ever faced. Chloe's single rule was always clear: her friends are off-limits. Especially to Noah, the reformed Playboy who used to burn through supermodels and headlines. But late nights, shared secrets, and one stolen shirt ignite a fire neither of them can extinguish. What begins as whispered confessions and almost-kisses explodes into a secret affair neither wants to end, even as the lies stack higher. When Chloe discovers the truth, the betrayal threatens to destroy the only family each of them has ever known. Leighton must decide if love is worth losing her best friend. Noah must prove he's finally ready to risk everything for the one woman he swore he'd never touch. Some rules are made to be broken. Some hearts refuse to stay forbidden.

The insulated bag felt heavy in my hand as I made my way through the sleek glass doors of Anderson Tower. My husband's favorite meal—lemon herb chicken with roasted vegetables—was carefully packed inside, still warm. Eight months pregnant, my movements were slower, more deliberate, but I refused to let that stop me from surprising Everett today. I smoothed down my maternity dress, a designer piece that had been altered to accommodate my growing belly. Even in my condition, I maintained the elegance expected of an Anderson. Mother had drilled that into me since childhood: "Appearance is everything, Sabrina. Never let them see you unravel." The lobby buzzed with activity as employees scurried about their morning duties. Several stopped to offer smiles that didn't quite reach their eyes. "Mrs. Brooks!

"I, Julius Armstrong, reject Doris Charles as my mate." The laughter came right after. This was the second time my mate rejected me because I cannot talk. In the pack, they call me dumb not because I am stupid, but because I am mute. When I turned eighteen, my first mate rejected me for that reason. Today, it was the Gamma. He is twenty-one, the same age as the Alpha and Beta. This was his third rejection. The first girl was too fat, the second was too short and now, I was dumb. I never wanted to attend the mating ceremony. I knew how it would end, but my stepmother forced me to go, and my stepsisters came just to watch me get mocked again. The next day, wolves who had found their mates returned to officially claim them before the Alpha and pack leaders. I went only because I was forced, just to stand there and watch my stepsister get chosen. Then something happened that no one expected. The Alpha claimed me as his mate in front of everyone. Was I shocked? Yes. Did I believe him? No. Did I think it was a cruel joke? Absolutely. Because no Alpha would choose a rejected, mute girl like me.

Gianna Windsor and Brandon Baker have been married for two and a half years. Since it was an arranged marriage, Gianna accepted the fact that Brandon would never love her, but she was satisfied with the respect and care he showed her. That was until Brandon's best friend, Bailey, announced her pregnancy with his baby. The bubble Ginanna had created for herself shattered and she had no choice but to divorce him and make room for the child. A few weeks after leaving, she finds out she's pregnant as well. When Brandon sees a child that resembles him a few years later, he is determined to get back in Gianna's life and take care of her and their child. Will Gianna allow him back into her life? Will she fall for him again?

The morning light streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the exclusive Fifth Avenue bridal boutique as I arrived for my final dress fitting. The anticipation I'd felt all week had pulled me from bed before dawn, eager to see myself in the custom gown I'd spend months designing. In less than forty-eight hours, I would be Mrs. Marcus Kane—the culmination of five years pretending to be someone I wasn't, all for love. "Ms. Sterling, I—" Madame Beaumont, the boutique's owner, rushed toward me with an expression I'd never seen on her typically composed face. "There's been a... situation." Something in her voice made my stomach drop. "What kind of situation?" "Your gown," she said, wringing her hands. "It's not here." "Not here?" I repeated, my voice unnaturally calm despite the panic rising in my chest.

After seven years of scrubbing floors to escape my past, my doctor fiancé convinced me to attend the Met Gala. It was supposed to be a one-night trip back to a world I hated. But then the doors crashed open, and the monster I.d left for dead rolled in on a wheelchair. Within twenty-four hours, Fielding Hancock.s shadow had poisoned everything. My fiancé, Nathan, saw a photo of Fielding touching my arm and completely shattered. He got me fired, drained our joint bank account of my life savings, and left me homeless on a sidewalk in Queens. I thought I had hit rock bottom, but then the hospital called. My mother had suffered a stroke, triggered by an envelope Fielding sent her. The insurance Nathan had just reported as fraudulent wouldn.t cover the ICU, and I was broke. With my mother.s life on the line and two hours to find five thousand dollars, I was out of options. He had systematically destroyed every piece of my new life, cornering me until there was nowhere left to run. I made the only call I could. Fielding picked up on the first ring. "You win," I said, my voice dead. "I'm yours."

"Please have sex with me once, I want a baby." Seeing that time was running out, she urgently called out to him again, "Brother..." As Dashiell's sister-in-law, she shamelessly rode on his lap. Oddly enough, Dashiell was reacting at that moment. He even raised his eyebrows a few times imperceptibly. "In bed, obey me in every way." Liora's purpose was to get pregnant, and she nodded without objection, "Good." ****Liora makes secret deals with her husband brother Dashiell, this ruthless billionaire is like a beast in bed. But when she finally got pregnant, he refused to let her go. Warning: Include BDSM content

"I'll marry you" Lauren Greene said the words in utter desperation. Getting married to a disabled man whom she had never seen until that day was not something she had ever imagined she would do but when her mother had a cardiac arrest and needed an emergency surgery, she didn't care. This was her only choice. Alexander Magnus lost his parents in a hit and run accident which left him disabled at the age of ten. He went abroad to study afterwards, returning after twenty years to take over his father's company. The only person he ever talked to was his childhood friend and saviour, Melissa McCarthy. He cherished and loved her with his whole heart but much to his dismay, she never showed up for their court wedding. There he met Lauren Greene. Lauren Greene who is desperate to get her mother out of her deadly condition. She's ready to stoop low and get married to the disabled Billionaire if it means saving her mother. But what happens when Melissa gets bored and decides to claim back Alex as hers? Will she fight for his love or flee just like she has always done? Will Alex and Lauren ever get to have a happy ending or would her mother's sudden death which ties Alex has a suspect destroy them completely? Or will the new man who happens to be Alex's rival, Tom Devon, the billionaire who has set his eyes on her and vow to claim her, succeed in making her his forever? Find out in this tale of a woman caught up in a love triangle.

Kathern was forced out of her sister's home by her abusive brother-in-law, who violently demanded she pay half the rent or get out. To protect her sister from his rage, Kathern agreed to a six-month paper marriage with a stranger—an old woman's grandson, Bronson—in exchange for a simple apartment. But her new husband treated her like a scheming gold digger from the very first second. He showed up to City Hall in a cheap suit, shoved a brutal prenup in her face, and dumped her in a completely empty, dust-filled apartment. "Just don't cause any trouble," he warned coldly, before leaving her alone. When Kathern politely texted him to ask if he was coming home for dinner, he immediately blocked her number. Kathern was furious and baffled. She didn't want a dime of his money, nor did she care about his boring middle-management job. She had only agreed to this marriage for a place to sleep, yet this arrogant man treated her like absolute garbage. Refusing to swallow the insult, Kathern immediately dialed his grandmother to expose his behavior. She was going to build her own independent life, completely unaware that her "cheap corporate loser" of a husband was actually the ruthless billionaire CEO of the Vaughan empire.

The very moment Leila Mercado met her neighbor, Hunter Black, she knew that the man was totally enigmatic and, well, attractive. Not until he almost throws away her baked cookies! The nerve of the man! He is a snob and coldhearted – but due to her nosiness, she discovers more about Hunter. And no matter how much she tried to stop her foolish heart from falling for the man, she just couldn't. Not especially when fate would always bring them together. Leila knew that her heart was in danger. But she is willing to take a risk. She knew that Hunter was all worth it. But is it? What if she discovers more about Hunter? What if she discovers that her neighbor is a werewolf? Would she still love and accept him?

The silk gown felt foreign against my skin as I sat alone in our Beverly Hills mansion, the TV blaring the Golden Globe Awards ceremony I should have been attending. The dress—a midnight blue Valentino that cost more than my first car—was supposed to be my victory attire. Seven years of building Grayson's career from nothing, and tonight was supposed to be our crowning achievement. I smoothed my hands over the fabric, wondering if the alterations would have been worth it. The dress had been tailored to perfection, just like Grayson's career. Just like our life together. At least, that's what I'd thought. "Faye?" Harrison's voice crackled through my phone. "Where are you? The ceremony's starting." "I'm watching from home," I replied, my voice steadier than I felt.

A man like Travis Sinclair wants nothing more than a woman who matches his sexual prowess and is used to getting everything he wants. A cold-hearted billionaire ,he lives by one rule — love, no commitment. Ayanna Davies isn’t looking for a relationship. She’s focused on her work and the financial security it brings. As a high end escort, her client is full of filthy rich men who are willing to pay handsomely for her services. But when Travis Sinclair becomes one of her clients, she begins twice about mixing work with pleasure. Not knowing that he is an old acquaintance whom she despises.

I am Joanna Haney, heiress to a New York real estate empire. I had a perfect life with my husband, Brad, and our three-year-old daughter, Chloe. Then, a single sentence from a doctor shattered my world. "Chloe isn't your daughter." The truth was a nightmare. My husband and my best friend, Carla, had swapped our babies at birth. My real daughter was abandoned while I unknowingly raised theirs. They plotted to have me declared insane and locked away. At Chloe's birthday party, they publicly humiliated me, turning the child I raised against me until she screamed that she wished Carla was her mother. My husband and best friend saw me as nothing more than an obstacle to be permanently removed. But they underestimated me. With the secret help of Brad's own mother, I orchestrated my escape to Paris. Now, I will find my real daughter, and they will pay for every single lie.

I had just given birth, thinking it was a fresh start. But then I found two tickets to France-not for us, but for him and Angela, his colleague. I had forgiven his infidelities before, but this was the breaking point. I had never told him the truth about who I really was-someone from a wealthy family. Heartbroken, I left with our baby and returned to my parents. He begged me to come back, but once again, he chose Angela, leaving me with a sick child. That was the last straw. I walked away, determined to inherit the billion-dollar company my father left behind. By the time he realized his mistake, it was too late. I was gone, and I was never coming back.

Sienna Jones only wanted a one week escape in Miami but woke up one morning legally married to a stranger who happens to be Eric Macmillan, a British Billionaire heir. Before Sienna can process the disaster she accidentally signed up for, the internet has crowned her the mystery wife of a billionaire. Now, stuck navigating lawyers, paparazzi, angry parents, and a marriage they never meant to happen, can Sienna and Eric keep things civil until they quietly annul it?

On our tenth mating anniversary, I stood outside my Alpha husband's office with his favorite coffee, only to be hit by the cloying scent of rotting peaches—a female in heat. Through the mind-link, I heard him promise his mistress he'd deal with the "boring formalities" regarding me tonight. I walked in to find him plotting with his pregnant assistant, Jami. Instead of apologizing, Dustin sneered at me. "She gave me in three months what you couldn't give me in ten years. A strong lineage." He conveniently forgot that I was the one who built his empire, designed his impenetrable wards, and funded his lifestyle by selling my own family heirlooms. When I confronted him about the betrayal, he didn't just dismiss me; he shoved me. I crashed into a silver nightstand. For a normal wolf, silver is an irritant. For me, a descendant of the White Wolf bloodline, it is acid. As my flesh sizzled and blood poured down my face, blinding me, Dustin didn't even flinch. He stepped over my convulsing body—his wife of a decade—to ask his mistress if she was stressed. Lying on the floor, watching him comfort the woman wearing my mother's stolen ring, the bond finally died. He thought I was a broken, barren Luna who would accept his scraps just to keep her title. He was wrong. I didn't call the police. I called a specialist extraction team. "I am the architect of this pack's security and financial systems," I told the crew. "Decommission everything." I wasn't just leaving. I was taking my empire with me.

**Fortune between Us** is a fast-paced, dramatic tale of ambition, love, and power in the glamorous world of billionaires. Isabella Carter, a brilliant and determined strategist, navigates high-stakes corporate intrigue, rivalries, and sabotage while forging a complex, slowly unfolding romance with the enigmatic Alexander Blackwood. As secrets, betrayals, and crises threaten to unravel everything, Isabella must rely on intelligence, courage, and intuition to survive-and thrive-in a world where wealth, influence, and desire collide.

The Sullivan family estate glittered like a diamond against the night sky, hundreds of fairy lights twinkling in the garden while champagne flowed freely inside. I stood at the edge of the grand ballroom, watching the crowd of Manhattan's elite mingle beneath crystal chandeliers. Everyone was here—business tycoons, socialites, and old money families—all expecting the same thing: an announcement of my engagement to Rey Sullivan. They had no idea what was coming. "Are you ready?" Diana whispered beside me, squeezing my hand. As my best friend and wedding planner, she was the only person who knew what I was about to do. I nodded, smoothing down the silk of my emerald gown. "I've been ready for fifty years." The orchestra finished their piece, and a hush fell over the crowd as Margaret Sullivan—Rey's mother—approached the microphone. Her silver hair was swept into an immaculate chignon, her smile practiced and perfect. "Ladies and gentlemen," she announced, her voice carrying across the room, "tonight is a special evening for our family.

I curled up on the company sofa waiting for Ayden Martin when I casually clicked into a video that was only a few seconds long. A hand with distinct knuckles was hooked by slender fingertips in an utterly intimate way. The caption read like the girl's soft murmur. "While the grown-ups discussed business, I quietly reached out to his hand. I didn't expect that he, who was rational and composed in work matters, couldn't stay rational with me." I smiled and gave it a like. "Ayden, look at how girls these days love writing these CEO romance stories, claiming that presidents like you secretly hold hands during business talks. Is it real or fake?" Ayden did not even lift his head and only said faintly, "Stop watching these." I asked with my mouth, but in my heart I knew the Ayden I knew would never do that. After five years of marriage, every time there was a social event he only pushed me into the lounge, let alone stage these idol drama scenes. I lowered my head and suddenly noticed the watch on the hand in the video. A luxury watch. The anniversary gift I gave Ayden was also the same luxury watch.