Angela Samota Apartment

Vanessa’s life was falling apart. Her marriage has failed, her company made her redundant and the lease on her apartment is up and the landlord plans to sell. Fed up, miserable and alone, she buys a country manor and vows to start a new life. When she arrives, she discovers a house almost in the same condition as her life. The roof needs fixing, the plumbing is older than some countries and the draft blowing up her skirt seems to be the only thing brave enough to go near her lady parts for years. Then comes Clay. Gorgeous with smouldering green eyes and a V that can make any girl forget the rest of the alphabet, but 15 years younger than herself. Clay seems to be the handyman she needs to get everything sorted, including between the sheets. But with the town gossip ladies against them due to the age difference and Vanessa’s ex dead set on destroying her, could handyman Clay be the fresh start her heart desperately craves?

Alpha Revan Blank has a problem—his werewolf pack is on the brink of instability, and without an heir to carry the Blank bloodline, everything his family built could collapse. Pressured by the pack elders and threatened by rival wolves waiting to seize power, Revan agrees to an unconventional solution: hire a surrogate to carry his child. Paris Helton never expected that losing her apartment would lead her to the strangest job offer of her life. Desperate for money and a fresh start, she agrees to become a surrogate for a mysterious and powerful client. The catch? She must live with him during the pregnancy. Thrown together in a secluded compound, Revan and Paris quickly clash. He’s controlling, secretive, and used to getting his way. She’s stubborn, independent, and refuses to be intimidated. But as secrets unravel and danger from rival packs grows closer, the line between business and something far more dangerous begins to blur. Because carrying the Alpha’s child might not only change Paris’s life—it might start a war.

“I've never loved you. You were just a warm body I used to pass time. Lilith is the one I love!” Those are the words my ex spat at my face on the day I proposed to him after dating for 6 years. Instead of the loving surprise I planned, I catch him cheating on me instead. He throws me out of his apartment with a sneer. Unable to take it anymore, I get drunk and find myself in the bed of another man. Deimos Escarrá, my ex's uncle. A billionaire CEO who proposes a contract marriage and more money than I could ever need. After all the things I went through, I won't let them get away so easily. It's my turn to come out on top and show the Escarrás that I won't be pushed around. If it's a wife he wants, then I'll be The Billionaire's Naughty Christmas Bride.

My girlfriend and I were reborn, returning to the cramped basement apartment we rented right after graduation. We silently walked out the door together, neither of us mentioning staying together. She went abroad with her childhood sweetheart to further her studies while I stayed behind, grinding away at my company. Seven years later, she became a rising young designer with a bright future and a happy family. I was still grinding away at the same company. When we met again, she clung to her childhood sweetheart's arm, looking down at my slightly disheveled state with a mocking smile. "Long time no see. How did you end up looking like a beggar?" I ignored her. However, later, when the powerful, world-renowned CEO of a top design firm clung to my arm, acting sweetly, her face twisted with panic. "Alex Prescott! How can you be so close with another woman?!"

Lily Morgan is a 24-year-old woman crushed by her father's suicide and the three million dollar debt he left behind. She lives in a tiny apartment with her disabled younger sister Sophie, working multiple low-wage jobs while loan shark Vincent Shaw threatens them daily. Lily has always been invisible, plain, and suffers from crippling low self-esteem after years of being overlooked and dismissed. She believes she deserves nothing good in life. Alexander Hunt is a 32-year-old hotel magnate, cold and emotionally unavailable after being raised by a stern father who taught him that feelings are weakness. He built his empire through ruthless business decisions and has never let anyone close except his ex-girlfriend Cassandra Vale, who he keeps in his life as his VP and secret lover. His dying grandmother Margaret is his only soft spot, and her final wish is to see him married before she passes.

In the brutal world of Manhattan's finance, Cassius Thornfield ruthlessly controls a $200 billion fintech empire. However, a sudden impact in the rain leaves him with amnesia and a nameless wound, his entire identity erased instantly. A panicked Ella Cross tells him he is her fiancé, "Noah." Cassius is forced into a completely unfamiliar world: a dilapidated Brooklyn apartment, unpaid bills, and a woman's seemingly gentle care. When his memories return, he should send this woman to jail—damn it, why can't he do it? Watching her lips continuously utter lies, he only wanted to punish her severely with his body.She thought she could tame a wounded predator. But a predator, even broken, still knows how to hunt.As layers of deceit fracture and raw truth seeps through, two confused hearts spiral into a passion neither can control.But who is the real Noah? And when the final mask falls, will Cassius be able to accept that he was loved only as a reflection？

Twenty-five-year-old Cheryl Moore is faced with a dilemma when she hits rock bottom. Cheryl either has to take the advice of her best friend, Kathleen Martins, to have a marriage of convenience with breathtaking Russell Walker (son of popular Texas billionaire, Jeffrey Walker who needs a wife urgently) or face criminal charges for an alleged debt of $300,000 which she's unable to pay. Cheryl has just two weeks left to pay her debt, and Russell Walker needs a wife within fourteen days. Rumour has it that his need for a wife is tied to his father, Jeffrey Walker. All of Texas believe that Jeffrey's condition for Russell to emerge as the CEO of Turner and Walker Corporation is that he gets a wife. Things get worse for Cheryl when her uninsured apartment catches fire. What will happen when Scorp Enterprise, the company she owes comes to get her? Will she consider Kathleen's advice? What about Russell? Would he choose her?

I roll my eyes. "Why are you being nice to me? Did your therapist say it was good for your mental health?" *************** Jeanet and James have been together for four almost blissful years. Two years ago, James bumped into his ex-girlfriend and realized he still had feelings for her, but every time Jeanet asked him, he denied this, until one morning when he does something that makes Jeanet finally lose it. She moves out of their shared apartment, but she has nowhere to go. She can barely afford rent with her failed business, and no company wants to hire her due to her past. She ends up forced to work for Damien, the Italian hotshot who barely smiles, who is also her best friend's uncle, and who has always despised her, but she never cared, because she despised him back even more. How are they supposed to share space when they are a true definition of a cat and mouse?

To save up for my wife’s expensive asthma medication, I worked the dangerous high-rise job around our apartment complex, even on a day with winds strong enough to knock someone off their feet. However, that was when I accidentally witnessed my wife cheating on me with her ex-boyfriend, and to entertain him, she picked up a fruit knife and slowly cut through my safety rope. My body slammed into the ground so hard that the impact shattered the bones in my leg. Only later did I learn the truth: the one with asthma wasn’t my wife at all—it was her first love. All the money I’d been saving for her? She had been giving him every cent. Eventually, the same cold, proud woman I once married ended up on her knees in front of me, begging for help. I called the building security over and had them drag her out. “Get that filth out of here,” I said. “It’s hurting my eyes.”

I endured hundreds of injections just to give Stanley Brighton a child. He was moved to tears and held me, promising that even if we couldn't have children, he would love only me. I diligently followed the doctor's advice and underwent treatment. The day I confirmed my pregnancy, I was so excited that I wanted to rush home and share the good news with Stanley. But what awaited me was unimaginable. Stanley and the female tenant we shared the apartment with were lying naked together in the bathroom, sharing an intimate bath. He was behind her, holding her close, his lips incessantly biting at her earlobes. "I'll give you as many children as you want! Ten, eight—whatever it takes! Just divorce her!" "Alright, just give me some time. I'll divorce her for sure!" Hearing their whispered entanglement, I turned away, stepping into the rain, determined to leave. I would disappear to a place where Stanley could never find me, not in this lifetime.