10 Fun Facts About Selena Quintanilla

橋本緒子は意外にも豪門の後継者と結婚し、妊娠が判明したその日に離婚契約書を受け取った。 彼女は結婚した家を偽のお嬢様に占拠され、義母にも権力も地位もないと嫌われていた。 しかし、イケメンでお金持ちの６人が突然現れた。 一人は不動産王で、彼女に数百棟の豪邸をプレゼントしたがった。 一人は人工知能の科学者で、限定版の自動運転高級車を贈ろうとしていた。 一人は外科医で、毎日家で美味しい料理を作ってくれた。 一人は天才ピアニストで、毎日彼女のためにピアノを演奏してくれた。 一人は優秀な弁護士で、彼女の悪評を一掃してくれた。 　一人は有名な俳優で、彼女が本当に愛している存在だと公式に発表した。 　 偽のお嬢様は自慢した。「これらは全て私の兄たちだよ」 6人の兄たちは一斉に反対した。「違う、緒子こそ本物の豪門のお嬢様だね」 彼女は子育てをしながら幸せに暮らし、6人のイケメンからの無限の愛情を享受していた。しかし、ある男は焦って言った。「緒子、復縁しよう！」 彼女は微笑みながら答えた。「私の6人の兄たちが賛成するか、聞いてみて？」 すると、そこに現れた4人の美男たちは言った。「違う、10人であるべきだ！」

離婚を切り出した翌日、慰謝料10億円の書類にサインをし妻は消えた。失踪後、双子の妊娠、父親は別人説、謎の海外送金疑惑が発覚。妻が今まであんなに尽くしてくれたのは嘘だったのか？もう一度、結婚していた頃に戻りたい御曹司社長の後悔

Agatha Diniz era apenas uma bolsista pobre, apadrinhada por Manfredo Borges. Mas ela buscava mais do que caridade — ela queria adrenalina. Mergulhou com um grupo de homens no mar e, entre beijos e toques, começou a sangrar. A corrente arrastou o sangue e um tubarão apareceu. Fui eu quem a salvei, arriscando a vida para tirá-la da água. Disse apenas que ela devia procurar um médico. Ela sorriu, concordou, e, no minuto seguinte, correu até Manfredo, chorando, dizendo que eu havia manchado sua honra. Na fúria, ele me jogou viva dentro de um tubarão gigante ainda consciente. Enquanto eu gritava e socava o ventre da criatura, pescadores horrorizados imploravam: — Senhor, por favor! A sua esposa vai morrer! Ele apenas riu, abraçado à garota: — Dizem que dá pra viver um mês dentro de um peixe. Ela não ama tanto os tubarões? Que vire parte da pesquisa. Na escuridão, com o corpo preso e a alma dilacerada, acariciei minha barriga. Sussurrei ao meu bebê: — Filho, a mamãe não vai conseguir te proteger. Um mês depois, Manfredo voltou. Mas encontrou, na areia… apenas um esqueleto, embranquecido pelo sal e pelo tempo.

*Abandoning ship isn’t my style. It wasn’t hers either, but our circumstances ripped us apart. Now it’s not just a literal ocean standing between us. Francine Chirilova has no direction. After coming out of the closet leaves her without a family at age 18, the quick witted 25 year old has been forced to survive on her connections and kind personality. Throw in a rapidly decreasing appetite and a tendency to gravitate toward abusive women for a epic shit show. While recovering from her latest 4 year long mistake, she makes a strong, yet unlikely connection with her virtual best friend. Que in recovering alcoholic Vasilisa Krovopuskova, aged 26 from Siberia, Russia. After surviving a grueling upbringing on her own, trust is a difficult concept to grasp. Already having experienced heartbreak once before, she wasn’t looking for anything serious when Francine crash landed into her life via an online sanctuary for lesbians. With an ocean separating the two, neither Francine nor Vasilisa know which direction to swim in. Will they stay on their side of the world, or drown trying to get to the other? *Disclaimer* - Strong mature content. 18+, please Book one. To follow is book two: “Our Blank Canvas.”

Our Black Friday sales broke ten million. I allocated a budget of $100,000 and told my deputy to organize a celebration dinner for the team. However, after the party ended, everyone in the team looked at me in disdain. I only realized the reason when I heard their complaints in the break room one day. “Ms. Heaton is such a cheapskate. We made ten million in sales, and she treated us with a $3.99 budget takeout for the celebration.” “Seriously, I heard from Ms. Reiser that Ms. Heaton kept the money for herself! She just didn’t want to spend it on us.” My assistant even showed me a post circulating online, accusing me of exploiting employees and lining my own pockets. I summoned my deputy manager, Casey Reiser, to my office. She fell to her knees in tears and confessed everything. “I’m so sorry, Ms. Heaton! My daughter needed emergency heart surgery. In a moment of weakness, I misused the funds!” However, I had clearly seen her daughter sign up for a dance class just yesterday! Since everyone was so quick to judge without knowing the truth, I would retract the team’s monthly budget of one million then!

My wife—Nancy Valente—had been "missing" for three months after some fake skiing accident. I spotted her at a bar. She was draped over Finley Bennett's shoulder, laughing like she hadn't wrecked my life. "Good thing you came up with this plan. I almost forgot what freedom felt like." Her crew kept clinking glasses, asking when she planned to pop back up. She glanced down. "Maybe in a week. I'll show up once he's lost his mind." I stayed in the shadows, watching her bask in her little escape act. Then I grabbed my phone and called a buddy at the Vital Records Office.

Randy’s mother, Monica, was on her dying bed. Her only wish before she died was for him, my alpha boyfriend, to perform our marking ceremony before she passed. When Monica looked at him eagerly, Randy agreed to mark me. But after we left her room, Randy said that he was going to marry Alina. “Alina’s mother is critically ill. She also wants to watch her undergo the marking ceremony before she passes. We can wait a little longer before we conduct our own marking ceremony, Emma.” “But what about your mother? She wants to witness us undergo the marking ceremony too!” “My mother can hang in there a little longer. Don’t worry.” Randy then grabbed the ring that Monica had given to me. It had acted as a symbol of me being her daughter-in-law, but Randy gave it to Alina. Unbeknownst to him, Monica was already at Death’s door, and she was feigning a picture of health in front of him. On the day Monica passed away, Randy performed the marking ceremony with another woman. After I made preparations for Monica’s funeral, I vanished from Randy’s world. To my surprise, he started begging me to become his mate after I left.

Year Malkame returns to her hometown after ten years of exile. She came back following pieces of a puzzle she really needed to find in order to meet her Secret santa, the man or woman who had been gifting her lonely childhood Christmases with joy and music. Being sent away from her home at the age of fourteen, she had lost the trail of the person she was looking for. But now, she wants to finally find him. But in her journey, she finds her childhood best friend Justin. A misfortune leaves her under the same roof with this man. What happens when long-time friends come together after ten years? What happens when she realizes who her secret santa is? And what the hell happens when a billionaire decides he suddenly wants her to not only work for him but also be his woman?

As the college entrance exams approached, I paid the top student in our class to tutor me. But the day she came over, she brought along her childhood sweetheart and insisted that he join our study sessions. I declined her request politely, and she did not press the matter further. The boy left my house in defeat and was struck by a car, suffering injuries so severe that they left him crippled. He could no longer continue his education and was forced to drop out, taking on grueling manual labor to survive. The girl continued tutoring me nonetheless. We both gained admission to the same university, grew close over time, fell in love, got married, and started a family. But on the night of our wedding anniversary, Sharon slipped poison into my soup and watched impassively as I began to convulse and vomit blood, the crimson stain spreading slowly across the floor. "This is what you owe Harry," she said with cold venom. "Taste what it's like to lose all hope." It turned out that she had harbored resentment toward me for all those years. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day she first came to my house with her friend.

Right after I die, my wife goes on a date with her first love. I once told her, "If I die, I swear I won't love you in the next life." She scoffs. "Gladly. But people like you live forever, don't they?" Just as she wishes, I die. However, right then, she holds my urn close, whispering, "Are you still mad at me?"