Casamento Turbulento Com A Bilionária

Casada há cinco anos, Luísa jamais imaginou que o próprio marido teria coragem de pedir que ela o "compartilhasse" com outra mulher. — Ela é muito importante para mim. Quero que você aceite a existência dela. — Disse ele. E ainda completou. — Contanto que você concorde, será para sempre a Sra. Monteiro. Ninguém jamais vai abalar a sua posição. Ela o conheceu quando estava no auge da desgraça. Rodrigo se casou com ela, a mimou, a encheu de cuidados. Luísa sempre acreditou que ninguém poderia amá-la mais do que ele. Mas agora descobria que tudo não passava de uma grande piada. Rodrigo nunca pensou que a mulher que ele havia cuidado com tanto carinho teria a ousadia de pedir o divórcio. Ele não a impediu, cedeu à teimosia dela, certo de que, ao não conseguir viver sem ele, ela voltaria para implorar seu retorno. Mas Luísa, apesar de ter um nome delicado, tinha um gênio forte. Preferiu se chocar contra a vida até sangrar, do que olhar para trás. — Você não consegue ceder, nem uma vez? — Perguntou ele. Mais tarde, Luísa cedeu. E foi justamente nessa vez que desapareceu por completo do mundo dele. Depois disso, Rodrigo, que nunca havia sentido medo antes, descobriu o que era estar aterrorizado. Mais adiante, Luísa apareceu diante dele de braços dados com outro homem. — Luísa, como você pode ser tão cruel? — Com os olhos vermelhos, Rodrigo disse, a encurralando contra a porta, tomado pela loucura da saudade.

As my murderer's claws tear into my abdomen inch by inch, my father and brother are seated in our family's banquet hall. They're celebrating Carly's 18th birthday and coming-of-age. "You'll always be my little girl." "Happy birthday, Carly." They light 18 pink candles for her. On top of the exquisite red velvet cake is a wolf figurine that they carved for her, and there are well wishes and laughter all around. Meanwhile, I'm curled up in a sewer filled with liquid silver as I bleed to death. My phone has been crushed, and I can't get out. I can only cry for help. A few days later, my father and brother show up together at the autopsy room. My brother stands by the operating table with a scalpel. He slices open the body and sews it back up like it's nothing. My father just covers his nose as he shoots a disgusted glance at my body. He urges my brother to hurry up with the autopsy report. "The victim is a young female wolf presumed to be of pure lineage. Before her death, she was subjected to prolonged captivity and torture. Her throat is nearly severed, her cervical spine is dislocated, and her chest cavity has collapsed. She was also injected with liquid silver before death." Hearing the report, my father looks so calm that it's just like a case study of no consequence. Neither of them can recognize that the body belongs to me—their daughter and sister!

By the time I return home from a business trip, it is past midnight. However, my wife, Celeste Beaumont, isn't home. A man's shirt that isn't mine is lying on the couch. When I call her, she tells me that she's working late at the office. "Whose shirt is it on the couch?" I ask, cutting straight to the point. She playfully scolds, "Who else would it be? It's a gift for you, so hurry up and try it on." I skeptically put it on and immediately feel how tight and uncomfortable it is across my shoulders. "This is an L, babe. I've always worn XL." Celeste runs a clothing company. She's the one who handles all my clothes and even uses my body measurements for her menswear line. There's no way she doesn't know my size. The line goes quiet for half a second before she thoughtfully says, "It's from my new menswear collection. "I had pieces custom-made for you and Felix, so I must've grabbed the wrong piece. I'll swap it tomorrow." A beat later, her voice carries a little sob as she continues, "Babe, I've been so exhausted without you these past few days. I've missed you so much…" It's past midnight. As I listen to the undeniable weariness beneath her affectionate, playful words, my heart aches in distress. I can't help chiding myself for overthinking. However, after hanging up, realization hits me. Her brother, Felix Beaumont, and I are about the same build. He's always worn XL.

on hold ~ on hold ~ on hold Two totally different people... complete opposite to each other. He is selfish. She is selfless.

Chloe finds out she has been betrothed to the eldest son of the Benjamin’s family, a very influential family in America since she was a child, and it made her extremely angry. She has always been an obedient and dutiful daughter who always put her parents’ wishes before hers since she could remember, and feeling rebellious in her own way, she decides to do something for herself for once. And so, Chloe ends up in a club, which led to her having a one night stand with a hot, dark stranger. Chloe was happy to pretend that night never happened, if she hadn’t realized she was pregnant – a week to the date of her scheduled wedding. Nothing was more shocking for Chloe when fate leads her to her dark stranger once again, and he turns out to be the younger brother of whom she was supposed to be getting married to. That leads to Chloe being forced into a marriage with the father of her child, Nathan– who detests the thought of marriage to begin with. Would the contract marriage and a baby be enough to hold them together?

She was drowning in debt, she needed to pay off her mother's medical bill, but working, schooling and paying bills the same time was just too much for her, and her insurance could not cover it, she was contracted to marry a psycho for five years, to help him buy enough time to get over the loss of his wife, but she fell inlove with him in the long run, and he treats her so well, that she also fell for him. Unsure of what he feels truly feels for her, for he only calls her by the name of his dead wife. She tries to make herself relevant in his life. But What happens when he regains his senses, and realize he has been living with his wife's look alike, and not his wife?

The fake daughter married my boyfriend. My mouth was taped and I was being chopped into pieces by her admirer. The entire family took turns to call me. My mother said, "How ungrateful you are. I should not have brought you home back then." Father added, "Don't bother coming back if you do not attend Samantha's wedding." Brother said, "Let me tell you, you shall root in hell if you choose not to attend the wedding." At that moment, I didn't even have the energy to shout for help due to excessive blood loss. Everyone lost their patience, "Speak up! Are you dead or what?" I could only see the calls being disconnected. One thing they did not know, I was really dead.

Isang salita para ilarawan si Leah Olaer: Mataba. At dahil sa kanyang matabang katawan, nagtaksil ang kanyang fiancé na si Kyle at ang babaeng pinagtaksilan siya ay tinawag siyang ugly fat duckling. Hindi lang puso niya ang nasaktan kundi pati ang pride niya bilang isang babae. Kaya naman nang gabing nalaman niya na niloloko lang siya ng kaniyang fiancé, pumunta siya sa isang bar at nilunod niya ang sarili sa alak. That night, Leah was so down, hurt, in pain and depressed, then she came across Achilles Williams. Ang gwapong lalaki na walang kahihiyang hinalikan siya sa harap ng maraming tao. Sa sobrang kalasingan niya, naulit ang halik na nauwi sa mainit na pagtatalik. Saka lang niya narealize na mali ang ginawa niya ng magising siya kinabukasan at wala na ang kalasingan niya. So Leah did the most reasonable thing to do. Tumakas siya. At napatunayan ni Leah na ang kasabihang 'Kahit anong iwas mo, ang kapalaran ay hahabulin ka.' Dahil kahit saan siya tumakbo, naroon si Achilles at naghihintay sa kanya para akitin siya. Maniniwala ba siyang iba si Achilles sa manloloko niyang fiancé? Hahayaan ba niya ang puso na mahalin ang isang makisig at guwapong lalaki na alam niyang hindi bagay sa kagaya niyang ugly fat duckling? O babaguhin niya ang sarili niya para maging bagay siya rito?

Cherry Lyn Moreau, at the peak of her acting career, has finally tasted the sweet fruits of five years of relentless hard work. Her star is on the rise, her future a dazzling expanse of red carpets and flashing lights. But one reckless night, fueled by champagne and a devastating heartbreak, shatters her carefully constructed world. A single, drunken mistake with a stranger leaves her facing an unexpected pregnancy that threatens to derail everything she's fought so hard for. As whispers and rumors spread, Cherry's growing career drops, leaving her grappling with the devastating consequences of her actions—a shattered dream, a hidden secret, and a life that completely changed.

A deep bone-melting groan vibrates from his chest. “I want to see you malyshka.Every inch of you.”  I shiver in anticipation as his fingers trail down my back, lowering the zipper of my dress, the fabric pooling at my waist. My tits come into view as cool air kisses my bare skin. His sharp intake of breath makes my stomach flip.  “Damn,” the word is rough, almost reverent as his large hand cups my left tit, squeezing softly. “They look even better than I had imagined.” His grip tightens slightly.   “A perfect fit for my hands.” ☦︎☦︎☦︎☦︎☦︎☦︎☦︎☦︎☦︎☦︎☦︎☦︎☦︎☦︎☦︎☦︎☦︎☦︎ Serafina had only one dream: to take center stage at the New York Opera. But if wishes were horses, even beggars would have a ride. Thrown into an arranged marriage, She is determined to hate him but soon discovers that there’s a thin line between love and hate. Adriko has no use for love. His focus is power, his goal is revenge.But what do you do when your greatest threat is your most sinful desire? A pawn in the game… A Bride for a truce…