Booty Call Agreement

Serena willie, a lady in her late twenties who was just as innocent as her face looked like. The naive Serena had just found out she would be getting married to old Gonzalez who had helped her father in sorting her mother’s hospital bill. It was an agreement and they had failed to come to terms with it. There was nothing anyone could do rather than embrace the changes that was about to come. Leaving the house to enjoy her last night of freedom, she gets caught up with a guy after being offered a drink which got her drunk leading them to the same bed that night. What happens when she finds out he was going to be her stepson.

I was found by my biological parents only to become a mobile blood bank for their adopted daughter Leila, expected to sacrifice myself to donate blood—even my heart—whenever she fell seriously ill... My parents despised me, and my own brother drugged me, threatening my life to force me to marry a dying man as Leila's substitute. Having lost all hope in my family, I signed a severance agreement, cutting all ties with them, and took a large sum of money for marriage investment. What they didn’t know was that I was the mysterious Nobel Prize-winning doctor in medicine, possessing the world’s most advanced medical research technology...

In the labyrinth of a tumultuous marriage, Hazel Stewart had grown accustomed to the biting edge of Benjamin Lucas's sarcasm, weathered the storm of his recurrent divorce threats, and reluctantly tolerated his secret liaison. For three long years, she believed she could navigate this tempest indefinitely. Then, a twist of fate brought an unexpected life into the equation—Hazel found herself pregnant with a child Benjamin vehemently disowned. In a moment of despair, Hazel inked the divorce agreement, seeking an escape from the toxic bond. Little did she anticipate that leaving would be the beginning of a haunting chase. While she hoped to vanish into the shadows of separation, Benjamin, refusing to accept defeat, became an enigmatic pursuer, leaving Hazel to wonder if her liberation came at the cost of a relentless, ominous pursuit.

At the dinner on the third day after our wedding, my husband Ryan Lawson's adopted sister, Zelda Lawson, shoved a baby into my arms along with a legal document. "Victoria Sullivan, I know you can't have children, so I had one for Ryan. This baby is my wedding gift to you. Sign this custody agreement, and we can all still be one family." I did not take it. Instead, I turned to look at Ryan standing beside me. He stepped in front of Zelda protectively and said coldly, "Just sign it, Victoria. I can't let the family line end with me." As I looked at his matter-of-fact expression, I suddenly laughed. Since that was the case, this marriage was no longer worth keeping.

The day my husband, Lucas Maxwell, helps his childhood sweetheart—Cecilia Brown, who has cancer—lose her virginity, I leave behind a divorce agreement and walk away. Before I leave, I drop a comment beneath a photo of them on his social media. Their fingers are tightly interlocked in the photo. "Let's get divorced. I wish you both a lifetime of happiness." A minute later, he calls me. "How did I end up marrying someone as selfish as you, Fiona Sinclair? Do you really have the heart to let her die without leaving anything behind?" I sneer, "You're no longer my husband. How is that my problem?" That's when he panics.

On their seventh wedding anniversary, Kimberly Williams discovered a divorce agreement in Richard Munoz's nightstand drawer. It was covered in scribbles and cross-outs, as if he'd agonized over the decision time and again. [If I fall in love with someone else during the marriage, I voluntarily give up all my assets and leave with nothing. Here's the list of properties.] He'd originally vowed to walk away penniless for her sake, but in the asset section, he'd crossed things out one by one. First, he struck through the house he planned to give her, then changed the $50 million to $500,000. Finally, in a ruthless scrawl, he added: [Better if Kimberly leaves with nothing. Can't help it. Lotta is pregnant.]

"Luna, the surgery to remove the Alpha’s mark is excruciating. After that, you’ll be treated as a packless Rogue. Are you absolutely sure you want to go through with this?" "Yes. I want to be a Rogue." The black market healer was utterly astonished. The entire werewolf world believed Alpha Ethan was head over heels in love with me. Just days ago, he'd spent a hundred million gold coins to buy me 'Moonlight Manor,' filling it with my favorite moonflowers. Countless she-wolves dreamed of being marked by such a passionate and powerful Alpha. But I didn't hesitate. After removing the mark, I printed out a Mate Bond Severance Agreement and booked a flight to the European pack a week later. Goodbye, Ethan.

The day Bryan Abbott received the World Philanthropist Award, the doctors told me I would not live for long because I could not afford to replace my artificial heart. The TV host asked Bryan to call the person he regretted being with the most. Without hesitation, he dialed my number. I answered the call. Bryan asked, “Do you regret leaving me for money back then?” Staring at the astronomical bill for the artificial heart, I chuckled softly, “Bryan, you’re so rich now. Could you lend me $200,000?” The call cut off abruptly. I watched as Bryan icily said on TV, “Now, I have no regrets.” He did not know that back when his heart had failed, I had donated mine to him secretly so that he could live.

When I get mutilated by the killer, my Mom, who works as a forensic doctor, is currently shopping with my older sister, Winona Langdon. After the killer gouges out one of my eyes, he unlocks my phone and sends Mom a video call invitation. But the video call only rings a few times before Mom rejects it. When the killer tries calling her again, he finds out that my number has already been blocked. He merely shoots me a mocking smile in return. Once the police have discovered my body, Mom can't help but curse at the killer for his brutality after seeing how badly I was decimated. But what she doesn't recognize is that the twisted-looking corpse actually belongs to me, her unloved daughter.

Hillary-Williams is a struggling physiotherapist whose life is not so beautiful. After losing her father to cancer, she gave up on the word called forever. But everything changed when she saved Loukas from falling to his death. An act of kindness that leads to her forever Loukas-Whitemore had it all: money, looks, and a large fortune, but he led a miserable life. After surviving a ghastly accident fourteen years ago, Loukas's life has been far from ordinary. The accident left half his body paralyzed, and he considered his condition a curse. One night, he decided to end it all, but he was saved by a girl who wanted him to live. The agreement opens a new chapter in their lives. A secret was revealed, and enemies were created.