
THE VALENTINE PROPOSAL
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Liora Jovan's life shatters the moment she catches her boyfriend cheating, her Valentine proposal ruined. In a reckless act of humiliation and fury, she proposes to a stranger in the lobby... who turns out to be Everett Montague, her ex's billionaire boss. Amused and dangerously charming, Everett offers a fake three-month engagement to serve his own needs-and her revenge.
The rules are clear: no real feelings, separate lives, public affection only. When fake turns into something intoxicatingly real, a buried secret threatens to tear them apart.
THE VALENTINE PROPOSAL Chapter 1
Liora
I looked in the mirror, smiling at myself because I knew that my boyfriend wouldn't be able to take his eyes off me, once he sees me. The roses on my left hand were from his favourite fancy florist,a red marigold . In my right hand, a very expensive bottle of champagne, his favourite as well, which, I chuckled to myself, left me a little broke.
I walked down the hallway of Montague tech, and then pressed the elevator button that would take me to the floor of my boyfriend's office. Today was Valentine's Day and I was going to propose to my boyfriend of three years. I know he was the one that was traditionally meant to propose to me, but he was pretty indecisive, and we had soulmate energy. Why wait any longer when we could tie the knot now?
And knowing him, he'd be appreciative that I actually put my foot first, he'd say yes. We were too good together. I could feel it in my bones.
Even at that, my heart was racing. I'd been planning this for two months. Flynn told me it was romantic when women proposed so I'd saved up, bought the ring, booked the ticket to Maldives and planned the whole surprise.
"You're really doing this." I whispered to my reflection as the elevator took me to the fifteenth floor. Flynn worked as an execution assistant in Montague tech, and I was the one who got him the job. I had a friend that worked in HR and I put in a good word. Flynn has been entirely grateful to me ever since, promising he'll make it up to me. I've been with him through difficult times, and now he is financially stable and making good money. It was time for the next step.
Marriage.
The elevator doors opened on the fifteenth floor. I walked down the hallway toward Flynn's office. The door was closed but I didn't knock. I wanted it to be a surprise. I turned the handle, smiling from ear to ear, and pushed the door open.
"Flynn, I'm here..."
I choked on the rest of my words.
Flynn was behind his desk, and Sage, whom I knew to be his assistant, was bent over him, her skirt hiked up, his hands fumbling by the side of her panties, his mouth on her neck, ear, hair.
When she moaned, that did it for me. I flung the champagne bottle at both of them. I missed. It crashed into the walls, shattering on impact, spraying foam and tiny shards of glass directly on them. The sound reverberated round the room.
Flynn and Sage jumped apart, staring at the wall in confusion, then at the door. When they saw me, they pushed each other away, and she yanked her skirt down, her face beetroot red. Flynn's eyes went wide.
"Liora," he stuttered. "This isn't what it looks like."
I stared at him like I was a corpse. "How long?"
When they exchanged glances, I knew then that it was for a very long time. My heart crashed.
"Baby please," Flynn said, stepping over the glass. "Let me explain."
"There's no need." My voice was final." What I saw here was self explanatory." I threw the flowers on the ground, clenching my fists. I made to turn.
"Baby please..." he shouted, grabbing my arm.
"Don't touch me!" I yelled, and the tears I was trying so hard to blink away came pouring down. All these years I've been sacrificing for him, and he was screwing her behind my back?
"Babe please, I didn't mean to hurt you. It just happened. It didn't mean anything. I love you."
"Don't." I took a step forward, my eyes burning from the pain of the betrayal, my index pointed at his chin. "Ever you say that to me. You don't love me. You never did."
Sage grabbed her shoes from under the desk. "I should go."
"Yeah," I said, my eyes snapping to her. "You should."
She ran past me without making eye contact. The door slammed behind her.
I eyed Flynn from the head to his toes. All the love I had for him was replaced by burning hatred.
"Liora please," he begged as I grabbed the door handle again. " We can talk about this. It was a mistake and a stupid one. It won't happen again. You're the one I want to be with."
Three years of my life wasted on somebody that didn't even respect me enough to be faithful.
I ignored him. "We're done."
"You know what?" His voice suddenly turned cold. "I take that back."
I turned back, surprised. The way he switched from begging mode to evil villain had me surprised. "What do you mean?"
"Who do you even think you are?" He glared down at me, the malevolence in his eyes making me shrink back.
"What? Because you got me a job doesn't mean you have exclusive rights to me? I don't belong to you Liora. Or anyone."
Tears itched at the back of my retina but I shoved it down. My voice was like steel. " I do not even want someone like you to belong to me. Go, be free. I'm not holding you back no more."
"We're done." I said, turning and walking out. I made it to the elevator before the tears started. My hands shook so badly I could barely press the button. The ring box was still in my purse. The Maldive tickets were still on my phone.
When the elevator doors opened, I stumbled inside. There were people in, maybe going for their lunch break. I leaned against the elevator walls and cried. I made sure to cry all the tears out, because when I leave this building, I plan to dump all the memories of him back here and move on with my life, no matter how hard it was.
Finally we reached down floor, and all the people in the elevator were giving me concerned looks. I know I looked like a mess. Opposite this elevator was the second one, and my heart fell as I saw Flynn step out of it. Worse still, he was marching towards me, his face contorted in anger. What more did he want?
I broke into a sprint for the front doors, desperate to be out of this building. I looked over my shoulders and he was speed walking towards me. I flipped my head to the doors and that's when I crashed into this...handsome stranger.
He held me from falling and I scrambled back up. He was over six feet tall, dark hair, sculpted face, a dazzling work of art by the Creator himself. He had the aura of old money, someone important.
When I turned back again, I saw that Flynn was in the midst of a crowd, looking everywhere for me.
The next ten seconds was done without thinking. I snapped the man's wrist in front of me, reached into my purse and grabbed the ring box. He arched his brow but he didn't retrieve his hand either.
"What are you doing?" he asked, his voice so smooth, the husky drawl alone making my breath hitch.
I dropped to one knee right there in the middle of the lobby. People around us stopped and stared. I didn't care. I opened the ring box.
"Will you marry me?" I asked.
His face dissolved in an amused chuckle, and a sting of embarrassment tainted my cheeks. Sense then slammed into me and I wondered what the hell I was doing. Worse, the entire hallway was dead silent. I started to slowly get up, when his deep voice shook through the hall. "I will. I'll marry you."
My head snapped up in surprise and behind me, I heard footsteps running. "Liora, what the heck are you doing?"
He came forward and tried to pull me away, he grabbed the stranger's hand to snap the ring off, but then bodyguards came over to stop him, their looks menacing.
That was when he looked up at the stranger. I saw the fear that rippled through his face.
"Mr. Montague?"
Ice water filled my veins and right there was when I recognized the face on so many TV shows and billboards. "Oh god," I whispered.
Mr Montague. The CEO. The man who owned this company, and the conglomerate and sub-chains. The man who was technically Flynn's boss's boss's boss.
I'd just proposed to the "Montague."
Everett Montague looked down on me, a smile on his face. "Hello Fiancee," he said.
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THE VALENTINE PROPOSAL of Contents
Chapter 1 Ch. 1Chapter 2 Ch. 2Chapter 3 Ch. 3Chapter 4 Ch. 4Chapter 5 Ch. 5Chapter 6 Ch. 6
Chapter 7 Ch. 7
Chapter 8 Ch. 8
Chapter 9 Ch. 9
Chapter 10 Ch. 10
Chapter 11 Ch. 11
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8.1
Elinor's frail daughter, Cece, died in a sterile hospital room while waiting for her father to take her to Disney World.
But her billionaire husband, Derick, never showed up. At the exact moment Cece's heart monitor flatlined, the hospital TV broadcasted Derick affectionately holding the hand of his mistress and he has booked a clearance of the entire Disneyland to celebrate mistress's daughter's birthday!.
When Elinor confronted Derick with their daughter's ashes, he sneered and accused her of hiding the child just to get his attention. Elinor's heart was torn to shreds. How could a father be so blind and ruthless? Did Kamryn use his power to steal the very kidney that belonged to Cece? Why did her innocent baby have to die for their sick affair?
The suffocating grief inside Elinor finally crystallized into a sharp blade. She wiped the blood from her lips, canceled the simple divorce, and began her ruthless revenge.

7.1
The last thing I remembered was the blinding flash of my starship crashing. But instead of a rescue crew, I woke up tied to a wooden post, surrounded by hostile beastmen.
My universal translator kicked in just in time to hear their priestess, Chelsea, declare that I was a cursed demon who ruined their hunt. To save the clan from winter starvation, I was to be burned alive.
The flames were already blistering my legs, and jagged stones hurled by the crowd gashed my forehead. I barely negotiated a three-day reprieve to find them food, venturing into the deadly primeval forest.
I found a massive supply of wild potatoes and even gained the protection of Bronson, a terrifyingly powerful saber-toothed tiger beastman.
But Chelsea wouldn't stop.
She labeled my food as poisonous, tried to sentence me to starve in a penitent's cave, and when my agricultural knowledge proved her wrong, she invoked an ancient law. She incited the tribe's savage warriors to fight over me, turning me into breeding property.
I was a scientist offering them endless food, yet their primitive ignorance and one woman's vicious jealousy kept pushing me toward a brutal end. I was terrified, completely powerless against their monstrous physical strength.
As five ruthless challengers drew their bone axes to claim me, I begged Bronson to leave me and run.
Instead, he pulled me against his scarred chest and kissed me fiercely in front of the entire clan.
"She is my mate," he roared, unleashing a soul-crushing aura. "Anyone who wants her, come at me together."

8.6
Today was my father's grand second wedding, but for me, it was the anniversary of my mother's death.
My new stepmother, Marley, who was only four years older than me, cornered me. To establish her dominance as the new Luna, she ordered her servants to force me to my knees and violently ripped my late mother's necklace from my neck.
It was the only memento my mother had left me. Marley sneered, threw it to the ground, and shattered the gems. When I scrambled to pick up the broken pieces, she dug her high-heeled shoe into the back of my hand, mocking me as dirty trash. No one stepped in to help. My father was too busy celebrating his new marriage under the dazzling lights, completely erasing my mother's memory and leaving me to be abused in my own pack.
My heart was full of grievance and despair. Why did my mother's lifelong devotion end with her grave desolate and her daughter humiliated? I swore I would never become a weak, discarded she-wolf whose life depended on a man.
Desperate to escape the suffocating wedding, I ran outside and stumbled right into the chest of a terrifying stranger.
"No one should ever touch what is precious to you."
His golden eyes blazed with fury as sparks instantly shot through my veins. He was Kade Blackwood, the ruthless Alpha of the feared Blood Moon Pack—and my fated mate.

8.9
Ava Kidd just wanted to escape her abusive stepmother when she got drunk at a high-end club and stumbled into the wrong hotel room.
She woke up the next morning in a luxury penthouse, lying naked next to a terrifyingly handsome man covered in her scratch marks.
Recalling rumors of the hotel's secret underground concierge, she immediately assumed she had accidentally slept with an elite male escort.
Desperate to settle the bill, she offered him her only debit card with a pathetic $1,800.
But the man, who was actually Garrison Terry, the ruthless billionaire CEO, was deeply insulted by the cheap plastic.
He trapped her against the bed, coldly demanding a half-million-dollar service fee.
When Ava frantically offered her dead mother's tarnished locket as collateral, he cruelly dismissed it as worthless junk.
Ava was humiliated, her heart pounding with absolute terror.
She didn't understand why this arrogant gigolo was acting like a deranged extortionist, demanding a fortune from a broke girl who had clearly made a mistake.
Furious and refusing to cower, she sneaked out, put on his oversized designer shirt, and aggressively ate his $800 truffle breakfast.
Having no money left, she grabbed her cheap red lipstick, wrote a defiant IOU on his expensive linen napkin, and fled the hotel.
She thought she had escaped a criminal, but upstairs, the billionaire traced her lipstick-stained name with a predatory smile.
"Ava Kidd, I will absolutely find you."

8.5
Aileen transmigrated into a dark, unfinished novel as the villainous, abusive wife of a powerful billionaire.
The moment she opened her eyes, her husband's calloused hand was crushing her throat, and her six-year-old stepson was pointing a box cutter at her face, screaming for her to die.
A cold system voice suddenly exploded in her brain, forcing a mandatory mission: save the villainous father and son, or face immediate death.
To survive the system's strict Out-Of-Character warnings, Aileen had to keep playing the role of the deranged, hateful wife.
She was despised by everyone. Her husband threatened to drag her to an asylum, and her terrified stepson scrubbed the floor with his own pajamas just to avoid her wrath.
Things escalated when the novel's original female lead publicly framed Aileen in Central Park, throwing herself onto the grass and clutching her pregnant belly.
"She pushed me. She tried to hurt the baby!"
Archer rushed over, shoved Aileen aside with absolute disgust, and looked at her with the eyes of a murderer.
Aileen felt a bitter wave of exhaustion. She had discovered the original owner's hidden antipsychotic pills; the woman wasn't just evil, she was severely mentally ill and completely broken by this loveless marriage.
Yet, no one cared, and her husband would always choose to believe his childhood sweetheart's fake tears.
Since everyone in this world was convinced she was an unpredictable lunatic, she decided to give them exactly what they expected.
Aileen turned her back on the ridiculous scene, a cold smile forming on her lips.
She was going to stage a massive, undeniable psychological breakdown, using her "insanity" as the perfect shield to play the system and rewrite her fate.

9.0
Seventeen years after going missing, Brooklyn was finally brought back to her ultra-wealthy biological family.
But instead of a tearful reunion, her parents and sisters treated her like infectious garbage, mocking her cheap clothes and calling her a country bumpkin.
They dumped her into a remedial class to hide her away, cut off her allowance, and threatened to lock down her trust fund to force her into absolute submission.
One night, Brooklyn stood in the shadows of the estate and overheard a conversation that shattered everything.
She hadn't wandered off as a child.
Her parents had deliberately thrown her away because a fake fortune teller claimed her birth chart was a jinx to the family's wealth.
They felt zero remorse, only plotting to banish her again the moment she turned eighteen.
Her biological father thought he was putting a leash on a helpless, uneducated girl by cutting off her pocket change.
He had no idea that Brooklyn was the anonymous VIP who casually dropped sixty million dollars on an emerald at the city's most exclusive auction.
He didn't know she was the elusive medical genius that the world's most powerful billionaires were currently tearing the city apart to find.
The last microscopic shred of hope for a family withered into cold ash in her chest.
"Lock down my trust fund?"
She pulled out her encrypted phone and activated her shadow networks, severing herself entirely from their pathetic surveillance.
Since they believed she was a jinx, she was going to show them exactly what a real curse looked like.







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