First-Person POV Web Novels & CEO System Stories

"I need a son, not five useless girls." My billionaire husband said it the moment I gave birth to five daughters. Then he threw divorce papers on my hospital bed, tossed me a black card, and walked away. His mother called my babies jinxes and threatened to take them. I signed to keep them safe. Then a voice spoke in my head. "Congratulations, Host. Super Mom System activated." Now every task I finish pays me millions. I have five little lucky stars to protect, and a system that wants my ex-husband to regret every word he said. He gave me a black card to make me disappear. I'm going to use it to make him kneel. His new wife is smiling. His mother is plotting. But I am done begging. He threw us away. Soon, he will beg to get us back. Too late, Ethan.

Kian was just a rookie actor with dreams of becoming famous. His life changes when his father marries one of the most influential women in the industry, making Kian the stepbrother of Cassian. Despite everything, Kian falls in love with Cassian. But soon, Cassian reveals his true personality. Beneath his charming appearance lies a cruel and obsessive man who is fixated on Kian and will go to any lengths to keep him within his grasp. Did you think this was all? Of course not! This is my story, after all, so there are still some surprises waiting for you in the later chapters.

Six years ago, A doctor told me my newborn daughter didn't survive. I broke into a million pieces. I never truly healed. Desperate for cash, I take a job as a nanny for Alexander Vance-A billionaire whose six year old daughter, Jasmine, is infamous for terrorizing every nanny in the city. She hates me on sight. She locks me out, throws tantrums, and makes it her personal mission to drive me insane. I almost quit. But every time I look into her stubborn, fiery eyes, something pulls me back. Then came the accident. While cleaning a scrape on her knee after one of her stunts, my heart stops. On her inner ankle rests a distinct, crescent shaped birthmark. The exact birthmark my baby had before they declared her dead. My hands start shaking. My breath hitches. "Who gave you that mark?" I whisper, tears blurring my eyes. Jasmine glare at me, pulling her leg away. "Don't touch me! You're not my mom!" Alexander steps into the room, his blue eyes locking onto mine. "Is there a problem with my daughter?" I stare at the billionaire who has no idea his late wife stole my child. My baby didn't die six years ago. She's been living in this penthouse all along. And I will burn the world down before I lose her again.