Deku In A Maid Outfit

The day Ken Bowen and I finalized the divorce, I walked out wearing only the outfit I had worn on our wedding day. I let Ken keep the house, the cars, the money, and the kids. He looked genuinely surprised, then let out a mocking laugh. "Are you sure about this? You raised the girls yourself, and you're just giving them up? If you really don't want anything, then you won't need to pay child support either. That's fair, right?" I signed the papers without hesitation and said calmly, "Yeah. That's fair." Ken paused, then slowly signed his name. "If you regret this later, you…" I lifted a hand and cut him off. I didn't look back as I walked out. Ken used to say I married him for money and status, that I used our three daughters to tie him down. Whatever. The day he saw my dead body, he would finally understand.

WRONG BRIDE - CORRECT BRIDE Regardless of being a self- made Billionaire, the untamed billionaire Antonio is the heir apparent to his Father's stinky wealth. On the contrary, his Father has decided to make life difficult for him or he will risk losing his entitlement to be the CEO of the RODRIGUEZ EMPIRE to his not so favorite cousin Andre. Megan has to work hard to make sure she manages to send her only little sister Mitch to school and help her achieve her dream. Unfortunately, the only job she could get for now is being the maid to the untamed billionaire Antonio. "Unfortunately, whilst saving the model for a bride, the maid has got to be the bride". Antonio must get himself a wife quickly before the clock turns red. His maid could be his only desperate option for now, since his model goddess is not available for the marriage right, but is that all she's going to be... Apparently from being a desperate option to being the mother of his son and the woman he can't live with. Warning: This contract marriage which starts with no love gets to be a steamy romance as our hero takes over the life of our heroin who doesn't want to be his. Grab your best drink and cozy up with this sweet treat.

She has made us proud and today she will make history. Her name is Jedidiah Aaro. Come up to the throne and receive your crown my daughter.” There was a sudden hush in the entire hall. For a second, even I thought I had heard wrong and just stood rooted to my spot, a frown etched in my face, my brows furrowed. Jedidiah? Someone suddenly pushed past me and I almost fell If I hadn't stood my ground, only for me to watch as Jedidiah cat walked towards the throne. Her outfit, unlike the suit I had worn was a skimpy revealing gown with pink stiletto heels. She sat down proudly on the throne and right before my very eyes, my father lifted the crown- MY crown and placed it right on her head. The crowd resumed cheering, but this time it wasn't as cheerful and loud as it was before. Infact, it felt like they were being forced to give the mandatory standing ovation. I was still rooted to my spot, hoping and believing everything was a dream, but it wasn't. My step sister, Jedidiah was sitting on the throne, wearing the crown. Alpha Jedidiah? What a joke.

Haera Mycroft’s already disastrous life suddenly takes a different turn from the usual when she becomes mated to a deranged wolf who carries more than the title of an Alpha; an unmarked child, a son born out of a forbidden relationship and who is nothing short of a curse. But when Heara would rather be with such a man than stay as a flimsy and hated maid at her own pack, she soon realizes that her life is worth more than what she thinks. For a worthless maid whose only significance in her pack is being born on the same day as the Alpha princess, her whole life is about to change as she knows it. And it’s all starts by being mated to Alpha Zachary of the Imperial pack.

My parents, the wealthiest couple in the country, were famous philanthropists. I had to ask them for permission if I wanted to spend more than five bucks. The day I was diagnosed with terminal cancer, I asked them for 100 dollars, but instead of helping, they yelled at me for three hours. "What kind of disease could you get at your age? If you're going to ask for money, at least come up with a better excuse." "Do you know that 100 dollars could support children in poverty-stricken areas for a long time? Your sister is more sensible than you." I dragged my sick body for miles, back to the small basement I called home. But as I passed the mall, I saw my parents, live on a huge screen, spending a fortune to rent out Disneyland for my sister. I couldn't hold back the tears anymore. A hundred dollars wouldn't even cover one round of chemotherapy. I just wanted to buy a new outfit and leave with some dignity.

Everything Lucia wants was a divorce after being treated like trash for two years. Just when she asked for the divorce , her husband was all over her and was not ready to let go of her, he is ready to do anything to make it up to her but one person who had waited to have her husband wasn’t going to let go of him, his girlfriend Sofia. To make things worse, she showed up with a pregnancy offering Lucia’s husband a choice. Will Lucia and her husband ever get back?

Camie has run away from his Amish community in search of freedom, and she will find him in the arms of Sky Tagger, a famous actor-singer whose scandals in his life follow each other at a hellish pace. But soon she will discover that the affection shown to her by Sky and which she naively believed to be love was just a bet.....she decides to run away...except that she discovered to be pregnant and to protect her reputation Sky was forced to marry her. How will these two, with different principles and lifestyles, manage to keep up appearances and get along? When only a baby and a mutual hatred united them? Between religion, tradition, the media, secrets and the opposition of their relatives... Sky and Camie get bogged down. But they agree on one thing. Everything would have been simpler if they weren't so scandalously attracted to each other...

Richard, a young and handsome billionaire in his thirties finds himself in a marriage that contrasts the imagination of what he desires. His wife, Barbara, a young and influential lady becomes a thorn on his flesh, always pushing up arguments at any slightest instance. He gets fed up with the marriage, especially when he meets Emily: his young maid who he calls his “goddess”. He is caught up between love and dignity. In order to maintain his name in the society, he has to be a responsible man with one wife. However, how long can he hide the secret affairs with his maid who he has fallen in love with?

Three years ago, my husband’s brother took a bullet for him. So Gwen brought his brother's widow, Eliza, into our home. I was the Donna in name only. I had to step aside for Eliza in everything. Once, Eliza faked slitting her wrists. She said I drove her to it. Gwen grabbed my throat. Murder flashed in his eyes. "Get out. The Falcone family has no place for a venomous bitch like you." He gave her the family's art foundation to "make it up to her." It was supposed to be mine. This time, I said nothing. He was signing a stack of business contracts. I just slipped the divorce papers in with them. A few days later, he noticed I wasn't home. He searched all over Chicago. He couldn't find me. That's when he saw the divorce decree. He finally understood. I was gone. For good. That day, the untouchable king of the Chicago Outfit… shattered.

The Rossi family has a rule. If you want to be the next Donna, you have to prove yourself. Make three hundred million dollars, clean money, in a single year. All on your own, no family help. I spent ten years trying to do it for Vincent. I built ten companies from the ground up. But every single time, just as I was about to cross that finish line, something would go wrong. Everything would just… collapse. This year, I finally did it. I ran to his study, audit in hand, my heart hammering against my ribs. I thought I’d finally won. Instead, I learned my entire life was a lie. He handed my entire empire to Ava—my father's bastard. All because she supposedly saved his life once, and he wanted to make her the real Donna. I gave up. On him. On my family's dream of rising with his. Then I picked up the phone and called the Outfit in Chicago. "Your marriage proposal," I said. "I accept."