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I wonder if I will ever be delivered from the hell that I have to live everyday. My dad has been a drunk ever since my mother walked out on us. I was only five when I realized that my dad was not like other dads. I had to clean up his messes. There were time I could not even go to school because I did not have any clothes to wear that fit. I knew that if social services got involved my dad would be angry and take it out on me. Things got worse when my dad became involved with the mafia. It was a way to work off his gambling debts. I was worried that one night he would not come home because he had gotten into deep with the mafia. That fear became a reality when my dad walked in with Joseph Rossi, the largest mafia boss in the state. “Selena, pack your things, you are going to be living with Mr. Rossi from now on.” I did not understand what was going on. “Why dad? I do not understand why I am going to live with him.” Mr. Rossi cleared his throat “You are going to live with me now because I own you. Your dad traded you to me to pay off his gambling debts.” I tried not to cry but I could not stop the tears - my dad sold me; I am now officially in hell.

When I open my eyes again, I notice that I'm lying on the bed of my archnemesis, Ashton Ford. Ashton calmly puts on his clothes before tossing a card at me, telling me to get out. He then looks at the caretaker stationed by the door and asks helplessly, "Is Sunny still throwing a tantrum? Tell her that we're going to be engaged soon. She can't leave women in my bed just because she's angry." I'm about to say something when a stream of comments appears before my eyes. "Here comes another one hoping to sleep her way into a prestigious position. Mr. Ford only loves Sunny. If she didn't comfort him, he might have taken his own life after what happened to Elizabeth a long time ago." "Can the author stop trying to force these flings onto him? It wasn't easy for Sunny to achieve success after taking over as the female lead. I want to see them live a sweet married life." "Unless Mr. Ford's dead first love, Elizabeth Miller, comes back to life, no one can possibly touch Sunny's position in Mr. Ford's heart." Confusion is written all over my face. I'm Elizabeth Miller. Since when did I become Ashton's first love?

Hannah Snow: the poor secretary They met for the first time when she accidentally caught him having passionate sex with a hot woman. Since then, their fates have been sealed! After graduating from college, her soft heart led her to be deceived into working like a slave in his company. She had never seen someone so shamelessly promiscuous, changing girlfriends more frequently than clothes—he was basically a playboy! As his indispensable secretary, she not only handled daily tasks but also endured being slapped by his occasional flings. On top of that, she had to memorize all the birthdays and preferences of the ladies in his dating roster! She even had to prepare hotels for him and clean up all the messes he left behind. Late at night, she would receive his calls and rush to hotels without a single complaint, handling his rendezvous affairs. Look around the entire secretary world, and you won't find anyone as versatile as her! Enough was enough!!!! This time, she was determined to say goodbye to him. Charles Smith- the CEO He was the CEO of Universal Pictures, a playboy who never rejected any beautiful woman. No matter what type of woman, they all fell for him easily, surrendering to his charm. However, there are exceptions to his charm, and this cold-faced secretary was simply born to be his undoing. A bet gave him a reason to pursue her! This woman he had been eyeing for so long, he had finally taken her for himself!

Run away from his dad’s decision of fixing him into a marriage with the daughter of a business man, that was the option he supposed to choose for he could follow his dreams together with his current girlfriend. Not wanting his father might get sick due to his rebellion, Att. Rak Angelo De Acusta compelled himself to agree with the arrangement as his girlfriend wanted him to do so before he regretted anything. However, he swore that when the right time came he assuredly cut off the tie between him and Felicity Sandoval, and enjoy the rest of his life with his lover. While finding out the real cause of their marriage, he was confident enough within the marriage contract as he knew he will never fall in love with his drop-dead gorgeous fiancée and it seemed more fortunate of him when he finally saw her personally. As what he expected, luckily, she had most of his turn-offs— she is materialistic, talkative, prodigal, reckless, clumsy, she always wear too appealing and sexy clothes, wears heavy make up on her face, obsess with jewelries, enjoying the wealth, and many more. So there is no reason why he would cheat and betray his lover for that Sandoval heiress. He preferred to be a real man and kept his promise that no one would replace his girl. But what if god has another plan for him? Will he go against the playful destiny for the sake of that promise?

After my husband's first love, Sydney Edwards, used me as a walking blood bank, I died in the run-down rental apartment my billionaire husband, Casper Hawthorne, had tossed me into like it was a blessing for me. Today was the third day since I had died. My six-year-old son, Adam, finally realized something was wrong. He had cut his finger while playing with his toys, yet I did not comfort him. He tore open a packet of crackers and raised one to my mouth to feed me, but I did not stop him. He lay in my arms, clutching my clothes and whispering for me. Still, I did not answer. Lost and panicking, he found my phone and called his father, Casper. "Dad, why is Mom still sleeping?" The man sent back a photo of himself having New Year's Eve dinner with Sydney and said in a cold voice, "She's just sleeping, she's not dead. Today is New Year's Eve. I'm busy. Tell that clueless mom of yours that when she's ready to admit she was wrong, she can come and look for me." After the call ended, Adam stood there frozen for a long time. He picked up the last biscuit in the rental apartment from the trash can, broke it in half, and held one piece to my mouth. "Mom, let's eat too."

"Come this way." A man forward his hand towards the girl who looked confused over what was happening. She looked at his hand and then at him. "We need to go back." She took a deep breath and pleaded to him knowing what ever she will do he is not going to change his mind. The man smiled and took a step towards her closing their distance and cupped her face. "My Luna, you need to listen to your alpha, not to care about the pack. Now, should we go or you want me to you until the sun rises." The girl turned red and hit on the of the man who chuckled and pulled her closer, quickly leaving a peck on her lips. "Let me shift first." He winked at her and freed her arms.The girl turned her head towards the opposite side as a shy smile appeared on her face. Soon a t shirt fell on her head and she heard a chuckle.  "Stop teasing me." She pouted and folded the shirt in her hands. She hugged the t-shirt and waited for sometime to get the remaining clothes but there was silence around her. "Gavin." She softly called her husband's name but didn't get any reply. There was something wrong. This wasn't how this all happened. She quickly turned and saw her husband lying on the ground in a pool of blood. His eyes were lifeless and blood was still ozing out of the sharp wound on his .

She needs money. He wants sex. Circumstances threw them in each other's arms. Thus, a battle began. -------------------------------------------------------------------- The girl turned and ran away with the guy running after her. The other girl smirked at the scene. Once again, mission complete. But then again, failure's not in her vocabulary. The girl looked at herself in the mirror. A lazy smirk curved her lips once again. Who would have thought that her face would serve as a ticket to her dream, to a life she never had? Who would have thought indeed when before, she hated her face? She hated her beautiful cursed face for always causing her troubles. But now, she was appreciating it. Her face helped her break those hearts and ruin all those relationships. Just a few more hearts to break and a few more relationships for her to ruin and she will finally be off the hook. Does the word GUILT bother her at all? Sometimes yes, sometimes no. If she would think of others first before herself, she won't survive at all. She won't be able to eat, to have a place to live in, to buy clothes or to finance her education. Life taught her that. Life taught her to put herself first before anything or anyone else. Selfishness it is, true. But it is also selfishness that made her survive life. That's Hazel Wyatt – a working college student. Occupation? She's a home wrecker for rent.

My boyfriend passed away from illness. Before he died, he asked me to look after his only younger brother—Callum Ressler. I put Callum through college, and helped him build his company from the ground up. Then one night, after a round of drinking at some work function, he ended up in bed with me. While I wrestled with what we were to each other, I noticed something on his office desk: a photo of me, framed neatly beside an engagement ring. My heart stirred. I pushed open the lounge door, ready to finally talk about us. But just as the door creaked open, a white camisole fell at my feet. I froze. Callum pulled the covers tightly around a shocked female assistant. "Diana, ever heard of knocking?" he snapped. Face pale, limbs suddenly uncoordinated, I started backing out. But the assistant's timid voice stopped me. "Diana… could you hand me my clothes?" I ignored the hostility behind her eyes, grabbed the garment, tossed it onto the bed, and left in a hurry. Once I stepped outside the company building, Callum called. "Diana, you should really stop barging into my room like that." I laughed and agreed. From that moment on, I never stepped into his world again.

Arielle knows na hindi lahat nang bagay ay kaya niyang makuha,she needs to work hard for it ikanga nang dad niya. After having two failed relationships,ay nagpasya na ang daddy niya na i- arranged siya nang kasal,embes na magalit ay natatalon pa siya sa tuwa at kilig nang malaman kung sino. It was no other than Blake Huxley,.her long time,crush and obsession a two years contract of marriage ngunit hindi siya papayag na matapos ang relasyon nila sa dalawang taon lang, she's planning on spending her whole life with him. But the problem is, kabaliktaran nang plano niya ang plano ni Blake,he didn't like her he was cold and sarcastic to her he was sometimes mean at hindi maiwasang masaktan siya. But she was desperate to win his heart over, she's willing to do what his ex- girlfriend can do,even if her body is vulnerable ay gagawin niya just to win his heart even if it means hurting herself in the process. She even stripped her clothes in front of him while dancing seductively para lang maakit niya ito. She wanted him,but his ex- girlfriend returns at sinampal siya nang katutuhanan.. Blake still cares for his ex and it's breaks her.

Fresh out of college, Clara Stewart asked me to take on a $500,000 mortgage for her. When I refused, she turned around and bought an $800,000 villa in full, for another guy. Holding up the property deed, she told me: "Jayden, the truth is, I'm actually rich. I've been pretending to be poor to test you. Unfortunately, you failed. I'm disappointed in you. Let's break up." I simply smiled and walked away without a second thought. The irony? I'm the son of the richest man in the country. I was pretending to be broke, too. Fast forward four years, we met again at the National Wealth Summit. Clara had just barely made it into the top 50 on the list, clinging to the arm of Henry Brown as they entered. She spotted me in simple clothes with no visible brand, holding a child in one arm and the keys to a Porsche Cayenne in the other. Thinking I was someone's driver, she sneered: "Jayden, you really went all out just to see me again? Let's be real, you're just a driver now, and I'm on the wealth list. We live in completely different worlds. Don't waste your time fantasizing." I did not bother replying. Honestly, I was only there because my billionaire dad insisted. I had finally cleared a day to spend with my son and now I had to waste it on that.