A Day Like This

In a luxury boutique, a male influencer and I are eyeing the same watch. I'm about to give it up when I hear the salesperson yell at me in a shrill voice, "Get your filthy hands off it right now! Mr. Parr saw it first. How dare you compete with him? He's an important customer of our store!" I freeze and see Alan Parr staring at me with utter disgust, his arms crossed. "You think a country bumpkin like you deserves that watch? Do you even know how much its accessories cost? A pauper like you definitely can't afford it!" he snaps, then holds up a card and signs the receipt. However, the name he signs is my wife's. The supplementary card he's holding is the one I gave my wife for her allowance.

Years ago, Calla Ward was coerced into signing a contract that changed everything. She was a soft-hearted, naive girl who had been head-over-heels for Norman King for as long as she could remember. While she was seen as nothing, he was a powerful billionaire who was untouchably out of reach and a man she shouldn't have fallen in love with. But in fleeting moments when he looked at her and smiled at her, he made her feel seen, important and wanted. When she was told he wanted to have a child with her, she believed it was because he loved her and wanted a future with her. What started as a dream come true slowly turned into a nightmare that ended on unforgivable terms. She gave him everything, but she was given nothing in return. Heartbroken, shattered, and disposed of like trash, Calla must find a way to make him pay for everything he did to her. She thought revenge would be easy and sweet, but it had other plans. What happens when they both fall into a dangerous game of seduction and manipulation? Norman does not recognize her as the same woman in the past and his curiosity is piqued the moment she gets his attention. He sees her as a challenge, a puzzle to unravel, and a code to crack. Now, the game is on, and he is hooked. Can Calla keep her true identity and intentions hidden while they both play the dangerous game of cat and mouse?

It was the day of our marriage. We were supposed to meet up at the City Hall, but my fiancee stood me up. I waited for her the whole day, and the only answer I got was a picture from her assistant. My girlfriend sat astride on his lap, and her arms were wrapped around his neck while they were locked in a deep kiss. "Sorry, Mr. Terraton. Sophie insisted on comforting me. You don't mind, do you?" I demanded answers from my girlfriend, but that only made her impatient. "He donated his blood to me. Yeah, I was with him, but so what? Man up, will you?" That killed any love I had for her, and I called my soon-to-be ex-girlfriend's sister. "Hey, Sylvie. Yeah, about your proposal. So will you marry me?"

"Sa sandaling matakpan Ng Araw Ang liwanag Ng buwan, Isisilang Ang maestro Ng tatlong kaharian." Ang isang tagnang labis na kinatakutan ng tatlong kaharian!!! Subalit ang tagna nga ba ang dahilan ng pag-bagsak ng kaharian? O ang Wagas na PAG-IBIG ang magsisimula ng matinding HIDWAAN...

"Mommy, you have to be the first person to come pick me up, okay?" These are my daughter Dorothy Grant's final words to me when she walked me out of the house this morning. But when I stand at the kindergarten's entrance with a box of Dorothy's favorite strawberry shortcake in my hands, the security guard just stares at me as though I lost my mind. "Ma'am, this place might be where Sunflower Kindergarten is located, but it has already closed its doors for three years. This place is now a retirement home." I rush into the "kindergarten" instantly. The spot where the slide used to be is now replaced by a row of flowerbeds. The room that used to be the classroom now hosts a bunch of elderly people, who bask in the sunlight. With trembling hands, I call my husband, Chester Grant, on the phone. He sounds very exasperated and exhausted over the phone. "Honey, we've been married for five years, and we choose to be childless. You've never given birth before."

The day I land a hundred-million-dollar deal for the company, my girlfriend—Paisley Needham, the CEO—finally agrees to marry me. The next day, I wait at the city hall until it closes. She never shows up. Instead, what I get is her official announcement with her assistant, Jude Grayford. In the photo, she nestles in his arms. A crisp marriage license sits in her hand, impossible to miss. The caption reads, "My CEO, Ms. Paisley Needham, couldn't bear to see me going on blind dates, so she just went ahead and got the marriage license with me today. I'm so happy!" My colleagues gossip, assuming I'll be jealous and furious. I don't. I just like the post and comment, "So, when's the ceremony? Don't forget to invite me!" Paisley calls immediately, cursing me out. "I just didn't want to see him being pressured into blind dates by his parents, so I agreed to get married on paper to keep them off his back. It's not like we're actually married. Do you really have to be so petty? "Delete your comment right now and get on your knees to apologize to Jude. If you don't, I'll never marry you." I laughed bitterly. "Even better," I say. "I hope you two have a long, happy life together… and have lots of kids."

This is the second book of The Billionaire’s Wife and the Mistress (Book 1) IMOGEN WARREN She caught her fiancé cheating. Luckily, she wasn’t stupid — she had signed a contract: whoever cheats first loses everything. Now her ex is bankrupt and furious, spreading nasty rumors. Rumors that say Imogen is cold. Frigid. A woman who doesn’t know how to satisfy a man. Fine. If they want to humiliate her? She’ll find a man to prove them wrong. But the stranger she chooses… feels dangerously familiar. Handsome. Dangerous. Cold. Why does she feel like she’s met him before? And why can’t she remember? ADAM WILSON Once a bastard who cheated on his sweet, patient wife — Maya. Karma came for him in many ways. The worst? Erectile dysfunction. A punishment he accepted without complaint. “She’s dead. My dysfunction is a blessing. I’ll raise my twins alone and focus on work.” But what happens when he meets Imogen? A woman with Maya’s face… A woman who makes his so-called dysfunction instantly disappear?

I've been kidnapped for ten years. When I finally get to go home, I find out that my parents have adopted a new son. In order to prevent me from bullying the adopted heir, Jake Ewing, my parents decide to enroll me in a popular transformation reality show. Every day, I have to compete with the pigs for food and a spot to sleep. Before I go to bed, an instructor will make me recite a hundred times how good my parents and Jake are. If I ever make a mistake, I'll face harsh public punishment in front of the camera. I also have to apologize repeatedly until the director is satisfied with me. Once the reality show is over, I finally transform into the perfect son and brother my family prefers. But on the day the reality show is set to air, I choose to jump off the TV station's rooftop, killing myself once and for all. That's when my parents lose their minds.

The day I found out I was pregnant with twins, Vincent Castellano celebrated like a man who had been handed heaven. Fireworks over Brooklyn. Vows whispered against my stomach. Promises that his empire, his loyalty, and his life were mine. That same day, I found out the hospital built in my name had been sheltering his affair. While I was throwing up and fighting to keep our babies safe, he was holding another woman in the next room. So I made my choice. I would keep the twins. But Vincent Castellano would lose all three of us.

My dad collapsed from a sudden heart attack and died. The shock hit my mom like a freight train, and she blacked out cold. By the time I raced home from college, his body had already been reduced to ashes in the crematorium. Grief barely had a chance to sink in before the debt collectors pounded on our door. That was when the ugly truth emerged. My dad had secretly racked up billions in loans, saddling my mom and me. A year later, the relentless harassment from those goons drove my mom to despair. She ended her life, and I was forced to drop out of school, scavenging dumpsters just to scrape by. But fate had a cruel twist in store. I spotted my "dead" dad, alive and thriving, hosting an extravagant birthday bash for his secret son. I stormed in, desperate for answers, only to be hurled out by security. My head cracked against the pavement, and everything went black. When my eyes fluttered open again, I was inexplicably back on that fateful day of my dad's heart attack.