B Project

“I will take my revenge on you Daemon, I will make you pay for everything you did to me!” …. When Elena Royal, a rich heiress awakens from her four-year coma with no recollection of her past, she is forced to rely on the kindness of a stranger— the enigmatic and handsome Alexander Bianchi. In exchange for his help, Elena agrees to a contract marriage with Alexander, unaware she just married the Don of the most powerful and dangerous Mafia family. As Elena struggles to regain her memory and navigate the new reality of being a Don’s wife; she is confronted with secrets, betrayal, and her Ex-Husband. When her memories return, Elena is hell-bent on taking her revenge. Will Elena’s thirst for revenge consume her or can Alexander’s love overpower her need for revenge?

Kaya built the perfect quarterback to break her ex. She never expected him to steal her heart… again. After sacrificing everything to help her arrogant ex-husband Tom rise as captain of the nation’s biggest football team, Kaya is left humiliated and betrayed by her husband But Kaya isn’t just anyone. She is the hidden heiress of the very team Tom plays for and a Tech genius undermined by everyone, only known for her precise physics and game play. Determined to destroy him where it hurts most, Kaya uses her family’s cutting-edge tech to build Tom 2.0 a flawlessly handsome AI quarterback robot programmed to dominate the field… and drive Tom mad with jealousy. But when Tom 2.0 starts acting strangely, showing tenderness, jealousy, and even calling her by a name only one boy ever knew, Kaya’s world unravels. Because inside the steel and circuits is there a heart that beats? As secrets crack open and passions ignite, Kaya faces an impossible choice: Will she finish her revenge? Or risk everything to love what she thinks is a robot?

Niki ardana atau natan smith, seorang pria dari kalangan terpandang, sebuah konflik dengan ayahnya memancing niki untuk meninggalkan rumah, sebenarnya bukan karna hal itu saja, rasa penasaran dihatinya tentang pasukan revolusi yang banyak diceritakan dimedia media seakan mambuat dia semakin ingin tahu, karna dia paham betul seperti apa media saat ini, dia sangat ingin tau mereka mengorbankan semua ini untuk apa dan dengan tujuan apa, secara garis beras ini akan sulit, bisa dikatakan niki seperti masuk sarang musuh bagi orang orang kaya, dan juga sebuah kisah cinta seorang adik kaka yang sangat rumit, kita akan angkat kisah cinta yang sangat berbeda dari umumnya kisah romantis, sebuah pengorbanan yang besar, dan kita akan belajar tentang cinta dari sudut pandang yang lain

Fehintola Racheal Bankole, is sent by her wealthy, corporate family at Christmas to secretly convince Damilare Nathan Ajayi, to sell his struggling small-scale Winery. The plan is to transform it into a high-end winery as a new project for the New year. What Fehintola doesn’t expect is to fall in love with the small town, the small winery, and the man who runs it.

Am Amanda Ezra, 24, lives alone, an orphan and very broke at the moment . I work as a human resources manger in a company owned by a young billionaire "Mr Richard Okafor". I have been appointed to spend 7 days at my boss mansion in other to get his finger print and signature for a very important project for the company. This is my story.

Amber is the daughter of a bête, but she's different from other wolfs. Her older brother is next in line to be bête, and as strict as her father is. Only her mother and best friend understand her. At the age 17 she's supposed to become more serious and put childish things behind her, but all she really wants to do is run free and enjoy her teenage life before she becomes an adult. So one day after getting so angry with being different and people yelling and fussing at her to follow rules, she goes for a run to clear her head and get some peace and quiet, but what she doesn't know is there's a surprise that waits for her there, and this surprise she just might like.

Trahie. Brisée. Prête à tout réduire en cendres. Isabella Rossi pensait tout avoir : un mari milliardaire issu de la mafia, un bébé en route, une vie de luxe. Mais lorsqu'elle surprend Alessandro DeLuca avec sa maîtresse et que ses mensonges mènent à une attaque brutale qui lui coûte leur enfant, son monde s'écroule. Dans un monde de mensonges, de balles et de secrets de famille, Isabella parviendra-t-elle à renaître de ses cendres pour détruire l'empire d'Alessandro, ou son cœur la trahira-t-il en premier ?

À neuf mois de grossesse, j'étais dans la phase finale de mon terme, et mon corps était lourd d'un bébé qui devait naître d'un jour à l'autre. Mais mon mari, Victor Falcon, sous-chef de la famille, m'a enfermée. Il m'a retenue dans une salle médicale souterraine stérile et m'a injecté un agent suppresseur de l'accouchement. Alors que je hurlais à l'agonie, il m'a froidement dit de le supporter. Parce que la veuve de son frère, Charlotte, devait accoucher exactement au même moment. Un serment de sang qu'il avait fait avec son défunt frère stipulait que le fils premier-né hériterait du lucratif territoire de la famille. « Cet héritage appartient à l'enfant de Charlotte. » a-t-il déclaré. « Gabriel étant parti, elle est totalement seule et démunie. Tu as tout mon amour, Élisa. J'ai juste besoin qu'elle puisse accoucher en toute sécurité. Ensuite, ce sera ton tour. » La drogue était un tourment constant et angoissant. Je l'ai supplié de m'emmener à l'hôpital. Il m'a prise à la gorge, me forçant à croiser son regard glacial. « Arrête de faire semblant ! Je sais que tu vas bien. Tu essaies juste de voler l'héritage. » « Pour devancer Charlotte, tu ne reculeras devant rien. » Mon visage est devenu cendreux, mon corps s'est convulsé et j'ai réussi à murmurer désespérément. « Le bébé arrive, je me fiche de l'héritage, je t'aime et je veux que notre enfant naisse en toute sécurité ! » Il a ricané. « Si tu étais vraiment si innocente, tu n'aurais pas forcé Charlotte à signer ce contrat, renonçant aux droits d'héritage de son enfant. » « Ne t'inquiète pas, je reviendrai te chercher quand elle aura accouché. » Il a veillé toute la nuit devant la salle d'accouchement de Charlotte. Ce n'est qu'après avoir vu le nouveau-né dans ses bras qu'il s'est souvenu de moi. Il a finalement envoyé son second, Marc, pour me libérer. Mais quand Marc a appelé, sa voix tremblait. « Patron... la madame et le bébé... ils sont partis ». A ce moment-là, Victor Falcon s'est effondré.

The project I had poured my heart and soul into earned the company over a hundred million in profit, yet the credit was handed to the vice president's nephew. I stood in a corner, the stack of source code documents trembling in my hands, nearly crushed by my grip. That nephew—who couldn't even get Hello World to compile—was now on stage, smiling brightly as he accepted the award. The vice president came over and draped an arm around my shoulder like we were old friends. "You're just an outsourced worker," he said casually. "These honors wouldn't mean anything to you anyway. Jason is new. He's got limitless potential. From now on, you'll be responsible for mentoring him properly." Only then did I realize that decades of struggle had been nothing more than laying out a red carpet for someone else's glory. That very night, while reviewing the project's code repository, I discovered a massive flaw—one serious enough to bring the entire system crashing down within three days.

A contract is desperately needed for the company to close the deal on a project, so I head over to the administrative department to lodge a request for printing paper. However, the administrative employee, Lydia Reed, slaps on an arrogant expression. "In order to prevent bottom feeders like you from taking advantage of the company by stealing the company's resources, the company's rulebook has already stated that you must bring your own paper to work!" I just point at the pile of boxes containing A4 paper behind Lydia before asking coldly, "Then who are those resources meant for?" Lydia rolls her eyes at me. "Well, they are meant for people who truly are worthy of this company's resources, duh! "You're just a meager project manager who keeps asking for money without making any contributions at all, so you can forget about getting your hands on anything that belongs to the company!" I nod in return. After leaving the department, I dial a number. "I'm sorry, Mr. Cross. It seems that we shall not be participating in the 200-million-dollar bid after all."