Novelas y relatos de Breadwinners

sister—the one who smoked off-campus, the one with the reputation, the one who succeeded in being everything Monica wasn't. “The great thing is, it’s not a zero-sum game,” Christian continued, tapping a hand on his desk, which held nothing but two high-end computers and an autographed baseball. “Everyone can win. You just have to play it right. So, Mrs. Vicky Betancourt, how can I help you?” He said with a smile “I’m interviewing financial advisers.” Genevieve pulled out the business cards of the three men she’d met earlier and fanned them out on the steel surface. “I’m about to come into some money.”

I muttered under my breath, though I wasn't sure who I was pleading with him or myself. The truth was, I was being selfish. I despised the fact that my motivation wasn't just about matchmaking or ensuring a perfect union, it was about money. The loans were crushing me, weighing down on me like a constant shadow, and no matter how much I tried to ignore it, I couldn't. I needed this. A Livingstone-Rutherford wedding would be a goldmine for me, not just because of the prestige but because it meant financial stability. Organizing an event of that scale while successfully finding Ethan a wife? That kind of success would change everything.

My twin sister, Lea Conte, and I married two brothers from a powerful mafia family. When I'm seven months pregnant, I'm ambushed by a group of thugs. Desperate, I call my husband, Vincenzo Bellini, for help, but he hangs up on me five times. On the sixth try, he finally answers, but his voice is cold. "Ingrid's having a breakdown and trying to slit her wrists. Do you really have to pull a cheap stunt like this right now just to get my attention? Stop calling!" Ingrid Ferri is the Bellini family's adopted daughter and the childhood sweetheart of the Bellini brothers. I fight back with everything I have, but one of the thugs still drives a blade straight into my stomach. As I lie bleedin

The rigid machine had broken, and in its place was a woman who was brave enough to throw away her entire corporate empire just to build a real life with me. Our independent firm, Salvador & Clemente, was thriving in the Poblacion studio. We had more city contracts than we could handle, and the municipal development board still treated our joint blueprints as the gold standard of urban design. But the victory didn't belong to the office. It belonged right here, on this wooden deck, surrounded by the wild, unpredictable growth of the garden we had planted with our own hands.

It’s Dawson’s case, my twin. I’ve always been so proper. I try to do what’s best for everyone, and it turns out that the common and popular adage is true: everything happens to good people, both good and bad. However, I’m beginning to believe that bad things happen to good people because they are so focused on trying to help others that they neglect their own backs. They ignore those supposed to care for them and protect them, to look out for their health and peace of mind.

"I didn't want to tell you this, but I've been searching for a job, we're almost out of cash, what's left is to pay rent and and buy us a week's worth of grocery. So I have to find a job and when I do, I don't want you waiting for me at the door." "Bu—" "No buts Lexie, promise me." He held out his pinky finger to Lexie who wrapped hers around it. "Pinky promise." She whispered. "Good." Zheme commented. Lexie wiped at her tears, then laid against his chest. "Do you really have to work though? I don't want to stay here alone." "I know, but it's a must Kitten, I have to take responsibility, you're carrying my baby." Lexie didn't want to agree, but she nodded anyway. After all, he would never ha

He wondered if Maya and Tony would make any suspicious attempts to reconnect or share a romantic moment. To be continued... Will James see anything suspicious in the restaurant? Twin Billionaires Sikeperez Non-exclusive English

“You don’t owe anyone, Star. It’s me and only me, who owes this debt.” “No, everything that happens to you, happens to us.” My voice sounds louder, more secure. I can already feel my backbone straightening with steely determination to make it right. I’m like my Nan. When bad things happen, I pick myself up, dust myself off, and I’m ready to carry on with the journey. Yes, it’s a setback to my lovely plans, but we’ll work through it. We’ll get professional help for Nigel to beat his addiction. We’ll get back on our feet in time.

Brianna Quirini. Eventually, when Mrs. Brianna decided to retire, the company was taken over by Mrs. Claire. As Mrs. Claire grew tired of running the business, leadership was passed on to Mrs. Claire's niece—Abigail, an international model who had decided to take a hiatus. And when Abigail chose to retire, Ignazio, who was still in college at the time, assumed leadership of the company. Ignazio had a passion for music, that's what Olivia had heard. Perhaps because of this, since Ignazio took charge, Kralligimiz had flourished. Within seven years, Kralligimiz became a sought-after company for aspiring actresses, singers, and other entertainment enthusiasts.

We finally made it to the County Clerk's Office with only fifteen minutes to spare before they stopped processing marriage licenses. Our friends were already gathered at the bottom of the steps, urging us to go inside. "Come on, get in there! After everything you two have been through, you finally made it in time for the eighth try!" My best friend, Ryan Chapman, had red-rimmed eyes as he reached over and straightened my tie for me. I was just about to walk inside when Chester Snyder, Melissa's childhood friend, suddenly spoke from the back seat. "Wait. My lucky bracelet broke. I need to fix it first." I stopped. Melissa stopped, too. "Okay. No rush." Chester lowered his head and be