Who Founded The Kurt Vonnegut Memorial Library?

Kourtney Elijah is the eldest daughter of the Elijah family in New York. Due to her stepmother's scheme, she was sent to the countryside by her despicable father at a young age. When the patriarch of the Elijah family celebrated his 60th birthday, they brought her back. She returned quietly, only to be mocked as a rural underachiever and poor girl, which angered the influential figures. A professor from a prestigious university said, "Underachiever? That's a joke! Let me introduce you to the genius who top universities worldwide are vying for!" A billionaire exclaimed, "Poor girl? Nonsense! All my wealth is thanks to Kourtney's contributions!" A certain man declared, "This is my wife. Whoever dares to mock her, I will annihilate them!"

Sequel to My Marriage is a Contract and Messed with my Arrogant boss. "What if I refuse?" She asked and Lucas chuckled. "That, my dear, is not an option," Lucas replied as he dropped a pen on the file. "Sign it or you can say goodbye to ever working,” he reminded her. Kiandra Aidan's life gets turned upside down when she gets drugged, has a one-night stand with a handsome stranger who turns out to be none other than a dangerous billionaire and gets pregnant with his child. Kiandra swore to raise her child alone after finding out that the father of the child tried to kill it just because he didn't want it. Five years pass and she and her child bumps into the devil once more after swearing that they would never meet. Her relief that he doesn't remember her is cut short when Lucas gets her fired from her job for unknown reasons. What happens when Lucas Valencia forces her to work for him after he feels an attraction to her and her child? Will the secret she had hidden remain a secret, or will Lucas find out that the baby he thought he had killed is alive? Find out in The Billionaire's Hidden Legacy.

A My Stepbrother spin-off. Amaija Klein is all grown up! After a heart break she decides to forget the man and have a baby non-traditionally. But after meeting her donor one night she realizes maybe fate has something else in store. She's having his baby but it's none of his business.

I gave Julian Marchetti thirty years of my life after the war ended. I built his empire, raised his children, and held the family together behind the scenes. But when he died, his will didn’t even mention my name. Half his fortune went to our children. The other half went to Lydia Carter, the daughter of the man who’d saved his life in Normandy. The same Lydia who’d stolen my identity.The same Lydia who’d built her entire life on the ruins of mine. All he left me was a single note, scrawled in his familiar handwriting. I loved you. We had thirty good years. But I owe Lydia. This is the least I can do. I dropped dead of a heart attack right there in his study, clutching that pathetic piece of paper. When I opened my eyes again, I was reborn in 1945, when the war had just ended This time I will not swallow my anger and suffer in silence; I will fight back. And I will take back every single thing that is rightfully mine.

Our daughter was diagnosed with a genetic illness. To save her, my husband founded a charity in her name. To raise the funds, he pushed himself to the brink—working three hundred days straight, surviving on three hours of sleep a night. His relentless drive moved countless people. The media hailed him as "Father of the Year." Everyone congratulated me on having such a devoted partner. Then came the day he rallied the entire nation, securing pledges for millions in donations to fund our daughter's cure. At the gala, with over ten million dollars moments from being transferred, I suddenly hit the pause button. "And now, we'll take a brief intermission for a signing," I announced. The room erupted. They shouted at me, called me selfish, a monster. My husband stared at me, utterly stunned. "Have you lost your mind? Children around the world are waiting on this money to survive! What in God's name are you talking about?" I lifted my gaze to meet his. "A divorce agreement."

Some people have a good life, some people have a great childhood, well some people have a roof on top of their head. But not me, I’m different than most people, I lived in my car, worked in the local library, I was no one, add to that being a little doesn’t really help my case at all. It was all going to downward to hell, until I met them, I’ve met her first, then her husband and they wanted me, homeless, bookworm and all. This our story, our adventures, and our love. Contains ddlg and mdlg, you’ve been warned. Apologies for any misspelling and grammar mistakes.