How Does Poldo Spend His Money?

My life was a living hell after my mother died. My father was the Don of the Rossi family, but you wouldn't know it from the way I lived. My stepsister and stepmother treated me like a maid. When the family faced a crisis, they didn't hesitate to sell me off to Caspian, the heir to the Valerius family, for their own gain. The word on the street was that Caspian was a monster—a butcher with a face torn apart by scars. I refused, but my father threatened me with my mother's keepsakes, forcing me to sign a three-year marriage contract. On our wedding day, Caspian didn't even look at me. He slid the ring on my finger, his touch like ice. "Remember," he said, "you're my wife in name only. Don't expect anything more." I wasn't hurt. That was what I wanted, too. I thought we'd spend three years as strangers, and then I'd be free. But I never expected the day he'd look at me with those possessive eyes, kiss me hard, and declare, "You're mine. My wife. Forever." And damn it, my heart actually skipped a beat.

Bought by the Bratva Boss Sofia Petrova has spent her life surviving in silence under the control of her abusive stepfather. But when his gambling debts spiral out of control, he makes a choice that destroys everything. He sells her. Dragged into a secret trafficking auction where powerful men bid on women like property, Sofia is forced onto a stage and stripped of every choice she has ever had. Just when the bidding spirals beyond control, one man ends it with a chilling offer. Ten million dollars. Alexei Volkov is a feared Bratva Pakhan, a man known for his cold control and ruthless power. He doesn’t buy Sofia for pleasure, he buys her for leverage. Her stepfather holds information about a murder tied to a dangerous network, and Sofia is the key to getting it. Taken to his penthouse, she is forced into a deal: pretend to be his wife and stay under his protection, or be thrown back into the world that already sold her once. But nothing about Alexei is simple. The closer Sofia gets to him, the more the lines blur between fear and something far more dangerous. What begins as a transaction slowly turns into obsession. And as secrets unravel, Sofia realizes the trafficking ring that sold her is tied to Alexei’s own world. Now she isn’t just leverage. She’s a target. And when enemies come for her, Sofia is forced to face a terrifying truth… The man who bought her might be the only one who can save her.

Before Mom's surgery, Mason—yeah, the Mason Leonhart from one of Brighton's big-name families—suddenly "had" to go on a business trip and couldn't be at the hospital. A few hours later, Judy Yeager blasted a video on social. There was Mason, Mr. Born-With-A-Silver-Spoon, recycling bottles with her. Caption: [If we work hard together, no hardship can scare us.] I couldn't resist. [Future Leonhart heir, worth ten billion, still helping his girl recycle bottles to trade in for cash—heartwarming.] It vanished in seconds. My phone lit up. Mason's voice? Ice cold. "Shiloh Harrington, what was that? Call Judy. Tell her you were joking." I laughed. "Keep playing your little poor-boy cosplay without me." Hung up. Three days till the divorce cooling-off ended. Then Mason could be the broke man he was pretending to be.

Once your world crashes down, and who you consider a sister, sells you to the first comer just for cash to pay her debts, this is when you understand that no one can be trusted, not even your biological mother... ....... Xavier Ford, a Mafia lord, alias Gladimir, a man who had given up on love and sex... Who thought, that sex would never, ever have the same taste as before due to his bad experiences, a man who had searched for an eternal and ultimate sexual pleasure in every woman that came his way all in vain, asked Mr Blaine for an obedient amateur stripper with no much experience that could effortlessly adapt to his fondness but instead of that, he was given a complete non-stripper and virgin girl. However, this didn't stop Xavier from forging her according to his desire... “When you have money, --- I mean abundant money, you can do everything you wish, you can have everything you and everyone one is at your feet; men like women” . . I have no right over the image

My husband, Theo Hudson, is known for being very frugal. After marrying him, my only hobby is to keep buying branded bags, just to get back at Theo for being extremely stingy with his money. When our son, Oliver Hudson, is seven years old, he has successfully inherited the tendency to be overly frugal from Theo. Both father and son look very out of place in the sprawling manor. I, on the other hand, love wearing anything from the haute couture selection of the season while admiring the heartbroken expressions on Theo's and Oliver's faces when they see the bill. But one day, live comments begin streaking across my eyes. "Wait, this wasteful woman is still splurging on bags? Does she have no idea that her husband's company is about to file for bankruptcy?" "The poor male lead has already worn his T-shirt so many times to the point it's starting to fray just to sustain that vampiric wife of his! Thank goodness the female lead, who's brilliant with finances, is about to enter his life!" "I shall wait for Theo to bring up divorce and kick that useless hag who does nothing but spend his money out of his life! Let's see how she's going to fight for scraps with the strays beneath the bridge in the future!" I'm so shocked that I hurl the limited Hermes bag I was clutching in a random direction. Unfortunately, Theo, who's crouching on the floor while opening the packages for me, and Oliver, who's flattening the boxes by stomping on them, get hit by the bag. Scared out of my wits, I quickly snatch the cardboard from Oliver's hands and hug it tightly. "I… I'm not buying these bags anymore! Let's get a refund! But keep the cardboard boxes and don't sell them! I… I want to use them as makeshift mattresses for when we're about to sleep under the bridge in the future…"

On the day we receive our bonus, one of the staff members of the finance department gives me 500 dollars worth of vouchers for the fast food restaurant downstairs. He tells me that my wife, Jillian Dunn, who is also the company's president, specifically ordered him to do so. In utter disbelief, I seek out Jillian and question her. "Didn't we agree that whoever secures the project will get a 50,000-dollar bonus? Stop messing around! I still need to pay for Freya's cochlear implant!" "I'm not messing around with you," Jillian answers seriously. "These vouchers can last you for a whole month. I wouldn't even give them to you if you were anyone else. "Money is tight right now at the company. Besides, Freya has been deaf for more than a decade now. She can survive being deaf for another decade." The next day, Jillian gives one of the interns a sports car that's worth 50,000 dollars. I look at the photo she uploads of her and the intern grinning widely as they sit in the car and give it a like. Jillian must assume that everything is proceeding smoothly since she has signed the contract. However, she misses the additional condition that's printed on the last page of the contract. I dial her rival's number, asking, "Ms. Swan, are you interested in Project Charlie?"