Competitions With Cash Prizes

When my husband accompanies his childhood sweetheart to the vet to treat her pet fish, my son accidentally spills his drink on her. My husband watches as his childhood sweetheart's eyes redden. Then, he slaps my son hard and throws a stack of cash at him. "This is your chance to make up for your mistakes. Buy Wendy a dress—make sure it's white!" My son dries his tears while holding onto the money. He roams the streets, searching for a white dress in the middle of the night. When he finally finds one, he ends up getting beaten to death by some drunk hooligans. Even in death, he clutches the bloodied skirt tightly. I burst into tears of despair as I hold onto his body and call my husband over a dozen times. However, he's too busy with his childhood sweetheart's fish. He blocks my number. When he finally calls me back, he sounds icy and angry. "Wendy is still waiting for that dress! Where has the little brat gone to? Can't he even handle such a simple task?"

Sometimes being outnumbered is a good thing--a very good thing! Harper When I signed up for an app that let me make some extra cash attending events with single men, I had no idea it would lead me to fall in love--four times! Scott is a caring organic farmer with muscles like no other. Damien is one of the richest men in the world who knows how to spoil me. Rafe is a famous quarterback who always hits me in the right spot. And then there's Tomas, my former professor turned Latin lover. It's scary dating four men, but they don't mind. In fact, they like how happy I am this way. Jack, however, my ex, is not exactly happy to find out my new situation. He'll stop at nothing to have me as his own--and share me with no one. When he goes too far, will my men be able to save me? If you love steamy reverse harem books, this new series from the author of Realm of the Chosen and Ember's Flames is perfect for you. Why choose if you don't have to?

​"I bought you for three years, Spring. That means for 1,095 days, your body, your soul, and your very breath belong to me." ​To the world, Spring Willow is the luckiest woman alive—married to the legendary billionaire August Harrington. To August, she is nothing but a shadow of the woman he lost, a scapegoat for a tragedy she didn’t cause. ​The terms of their "marriage" are written in blood and cold hard cash: -​$300,000 a month for her grandmother’s life. ​One hundred rules she must never break. And most important ​rules of all: Never expect his heart. Spring was prepared for his coldness. She was ready for his cruelty. But she wasn’t prepared for the moment his hatred turned into a suffocating obsession—one that threatens to keep her bound to him long after the 1,095 days are up. ​Just as Spring prepares to break under his weight, a new shadow emerges. Another power player, equally ruthless and twice as determined, offers her a way out. ​The contract was signed in pain, but the ending will be written in fire. When revenge turns to possessiveness, who will Spring choose: The man who owns her, or the man who wants to steal her away?

"Say you love me, Calantha," Favian demanded, those oceanic blue eyes piercing deep into hers. "Uhmm... No, thanks. The deal was to get married for a year. Smile before those fucking cameras and pretend to be absolutely in love with, after which you pay me my fucking money. So Mr Drake, cash or transfer?" Her indifference and cold response caught him off guard. A week ago, he could have sworn she was hopelessly in love with him. Or was it all a show? **** Calantha Donovan’s life takes a devastating turn when she’s fired from her dream job, leaving her drowning in debt and with no way to save her brother’s life. Desperate, she crosses paths with the mysterious and aloof billionaire, Favian Drake, who offers her a shocking proposition: A one-year contract marriage. No strings attached, no love—just a business arrangement to save her from her spiraling fate. But when the lines between duty and desire blur, Calantha finds out about Favian's haunting past. Will the price of their passion be more than either of them can bear?

Ever since my CEO husband returned from his business trip, he's been acting strange. His hugs are stiff, and his kisses are empty. Even when we're intimate, something just feels off. When I ask him why, he just smiles and says he's tired from work. But everything falls into place the moment I see his first love stepping out of his Maybach, her body covered in hickeys. That's when I finally give up. I don't argue or cry. I just smile… and tear up the 99th love coupon. Once, he wrote me a hundred love letters. On our wedding day, we made a promise—those letters would become 100 love coupons. As long as there were coupons left, I'd grant him anything he asked. Over the four years of our marriage, every time he left me for his first love, he'd cash in one. But what he doesn't know is that there are only two left.

A hell-recycle world within the modern world, designed for death or near-death individuals. With the greenhouse effect resulting in instability in hell, access to hell becomes restricted, and the game keeps the new souls busy while offering them a second chance to return to their lives before death, depending on their performance. A six-digit cash prize is awarded to the winning participants, with rewards ranging from reversed choices and time manipulation to wealth and more. The 100 Doors Challenge System was designed purposely for this world, to keep the growing audience (already existing souls) entertained. Chosen participants must die beautifully at each door. The fancier and more tragic the death, the higher the views. The story alternates between real-world broadcast control rooms, digital death arenas, and fragmented dreamlike worlds designed from Author Willa’s traumas, fears, and regrets and those of the participating ghosts. 100 Doors: Die Fabulously for the Audience. This story contains graphic adult themes, including explicit sexual content, psychological tension, dark humour, trauma, and scenes of coercion and moral ambiguity. It explores mature, disturbing, and emotionally intense situations within a fantasy-system setting. Reader discretion is strongly advised.

Ibunya dibu-nuh secara misterius dan jasadnya jatuh ke jurang tidak pernah ditemukan. Ayahnya menikah lagi tak lama setelah ibunya meninggal. Dia terusir, rumahnya dikuasai ibu dan adik tirinya, hidupnya terlunta-lunta dan ayahnya tidak peduli. Hazel Adeline—memendam benih dendam selama belasan tahun. Kesempatan pun tiba, dia nekat menjebak kekasih adik tirinya—Hexa Cash River, pada malam panas penuh g4irah. Hexa murka di pagi harinya begitu mendapati dirinya tanpa busana—satu ranjang pula dengan calon kakak ipar tirinya. “Sial! Kau mejebakku, huh?” “Hm,” jawab Hazel santai. Ia kemudian menunjuk perutnya yang tak terlapisi apapun, “Aku ingin benihmu tumbuh di sini.” Sebuah takdir penuh keterpaksaan membuat mereka tinggal dalam satu atap yang sama, menjalani kontrak pernikahan tanpa cinta dan kasih sayang. Hingga suatu ketika, semua berubah begitu saja. Hexa mulai membuka mata dan juga hatinya. Keadaan itu memaksanya untuk memilih, bertahan atau ... lepaskan.

"apa aku semurah ini?" mata tajam itu menatap uang seratus ribuan sepuluh lembar di atas meja kecil. "bukankah sesuai dengan kesepakatan kita semalam? Satu juta untuk permaian mu semalam" "jadi hanya satu juta kamu menghargai pengalaman pertamaku?" "jujur saja, permainanmu masih kurang, perlu di asah kembali. Skill mu masih amatir, ciuman mu cukup" senyum gadis cantik bernama Lea yang sedang merapikan pakaiannya. Ardian berdiri tanpa memperdulikan miliknya yang masih bebas tanpa sehelai benang dengan tatapan tajam, merasa harga dirinya di injak injak. "stop, aku sudah tidak punya uang lagi untuk membayar jasamu tuan" tahan Lea sebelum Ardian mendekat. "hargaku satu juta dollar, bukan satu juta rupiah. Mau bayar cash atau transfer?" seringai licik Ardian. Lea membelalakkan kedua matanya tak percaya. "jangan memerasku tuan, aku tidak memiliki uang sebanyak itu" "jika tidak di lunasi, kita selesaikan di pengadilan" Ardian mengambil pakaiannya, memakainya dengan santai.

Maria Gemma Mendoza is an exceptional student and the student's head at Amarillo University. However, due to an allegation that his father may have embezzled cash from a large corporation. Amarillo pupils tarnished gemma's reputation. Until she ran across the King in an unforeseen circumstance, she later discovered her father, Edward, was the King's closest friend. The King pledged to help Gemma cleanse her father's name and return all they had lost.  In exchange for becoming the personal maid of the selected future King, Prince Augustus Cynfael Clemente, the unknown prince. The King admitted Gemma to the same school as the prince. Borstal International School, an exclusive school for boys, where Gemma was the sole female student. Many people were taken aback by her arrival, but Gemma's existence in Prince Augustus' life infuriated him. Prince believed harming and torturing Gemma would be the best way to get rid of her. That will ultimately lead to him falling for Gemma. Tormenting to caring, from caring to love ... Will you breach the King's sacred rule? Can you say I do if he wasn't meant to be with you?

When I went to buy a new house, all I found was crumpled newspaper where my savings should've been. I almost called the cops—until I found out Tony Jarrett, my own husband, had blown seven years of my hard-earned cash on a shiny new motorcycle. For Pauline Schmidt. His ex. I asked why. He just shrugged. "She's a single mom. Life's tough. This way, she won't have to walk so much." I wanted to scream, but I swallowed it down. Made him at least get an IOU from her. While I was busy sourcing stuff for the factory, a flood warning hit our town. And Tony? Out buying toy cars with Pauline and her kid. Our son was home alone, trying to stay above water. I was back. Like life hit rewind and dropped me into that exact day. The day he gave her the motorcycle. I saw them—laughing, tight, like their own little picture-perfect family. But I didn't cry this time. Didn't beg. Just turned and walked off.