Despicable Me Freeze Ray

Isabelle couldn’t stop drinking as the music pounded through the club. She was trying to drown out the image of her best friend, Aurora, who was pregnant with her fiancé’s child, on what should have been Isabelle’s engagement night. But fate had other plans. When an employee calls in sick, Isabelle volunteers to fill in, unaware she is about to walk straight into the arms of Don Miller—the club’s most powerful and dangerous client. He was ruthless, commanding, and known for treating women as playthings. Don doesn’t believe in love… until Isabelle. One glance, one reckless touch, and something shifts. She stirs a hunger in him he thought he’d buried forever. And when he learns what broke her, Don makes Isabelle an indecent offer: He promises to mend her shattered heart and destroy everyone who betrayed her—if she surrenders to him completely. Two broken souls. One dark deal. Isabelle is about to learn that submission might just be the sweetest form of revenge. What begins as a dangerous bargain soon spirals into something deeper, darker, and far more intoxicating than either expected. Maybe love isn’t always gentle. Sometimes it’s an obsession. Sometimes it’s surrender. And sometimes… it’s the most exquisite kind of ruin.

In the third year of her marriage, Natalie Shepherd decides to screw it all and flee from her husband while pregnant.But why does Henry Chase keep pestering her right after she serves him the divorce papers?When Natalie goes to the restaurant for a nice meal, Henry stares at her from the table next to hers. He's the judge of the competition she participates in, and he keeps staring at her with a small smile on his face the whole time.But Henry loses his cool instantly when Natalie's about to mingle with other young and handsome men."That's enough, Natalie! Come home this instant! It's time to change our baby's diapers!"

It was summer break and after the craziest semester of her life, Lilly had decided to spend it with her mom and her new family in Malibu. When she arrives in Malibu, her mother and her mother’s new husband have to leave for a medical retreat, and Lily is left in the care of her hot and sophisticated older stepbrother, Mason Coleman. It had all started as responsibility but when desire creeps in and responsibility turns into possessiveness Lily is left to fight the tormenting desires. But what if Mason doesn’t want that?

In a world where love's course is never predictable, Anastasia Perry's life took a dramatic turn on her wedding day. Upon discovering her groom, Matthew Smith had been cheating on her through a video. She made a heart-wrenching decision: to run away, leaving her own wedding in chaos. Now, two years later, Anastasia returns. Anastasia is now married to Matthew's uncle, Harry Smith. Her unexpected reappearance rocks Matthew's world. Harry and Anastasia are involved in a secret contract marriage in order to save his inheritance. The question lingers: Can Anastasia prevent herself from falling for Matthew all over again? As Harry finds himself falling for Anastasia, can he convince her to make their one-year contract permanent? Will Matthew's secret plans to destroy his uncle succeed? With emotions running high and a web of complicated choices to navigate, their story unfolds in a captivating dance of secrets, forgiveness, redemption, and the ultimate question: Can love truly conquer all?

"You were just a tool, Imogene." Her heart stopped. "And I was foolish enough to believe you cared." *** Imogene Scott had always known her place—by Damien Shaw’s side, even when his love was a distant dream. Marrying her only because of an unexpected pregnancy, Damien’s affection never blossomed. Instead, her devotion turned him from a mere sales manager into the billionaire CEO of IMU, one of Europe’s most powerful tech empires. But her sacrifices weren’t enough. After losing their baby, Damien’s coldness deepened, sealing their marriage with an unspoken “no meddling” rule. Imogene’s reward? Watching Damien parade countless mistresses, all while she buried her own dreams to fuel his. She believed, naively, that one day he’d see her worth. But when he fell in love with her stepsister and served her with divorce papers, Imogene’s world shattered. Realizing she was nothing more than a pawn in Damien’s game, she vanished—pregnant and determined to protect her unborn child. Three years later, Imogene returns, not as the broken woman who fled but as a renowned artist and mother to their two-year-old daughter. Now, Damien realizes what he’s lost and wants her back. But this time, Imogene is ready to fight, and she’s not making the same mistake twice.

My husband, Jacob Morris, wrongly believed that I had pushed the woman he loved down the stairs. So, he locked me in the basement to make me reflect on my actions. He hired people to punish me, trying to break my spirit. I suffered inhumane torture. My tendons were cut, and my face was disfigured. Four years later, he finally remembered me and let me out. But by then, I was too broken to love him anymore.

El día que papá asistió a una fiesta con su ex y se volvió tendencia, todos se burlaban de mi mamá. Decían que había dejado atrás una gran carrera para entrar en una familia rica, pero después de treinta años seguía sin nombre ni lugar, sin siquiera el valor de reclamarle a la amante. Después de tanto llorar, mamá me miró cansada. —Él me falló primero, así que yo tampoco lo quiero. —Amanda, ¿te vas conmigo? Justo entonces sonó mi celular. Era un mensaje de mi novio de siete años: "Amanda, solo es un acta de matrimonio. ¿No podemos seguir como novios?" Guardé silencio unos segundos antes de asentir. Así fue que, el mismo día de su boda, mamá y yo desaparecimos entre las llamas de la mansión.

El hotel me llamó para recordarme de forma sutil que anoche olvidé pagar los condones que usé, y que ya habían descontado el importe de mi tarjeta de membresía. Yo estaba algo confundida; ayer trabajé horas extras hasta muy tarde, ni siquiera estuve en un hotel. Pregunté a mi esposo, el único que sabía el número de mi tarjeta, sobre qué demonios había pasado. Él me miró con cara de total desconcierto. —Cariño, esa habitación cuesta más de diez mil la noche, ¿cómo iba yo a gastar eso? Seguro que fue un error del sistema. —Habrá sido alguien que ingresó mal el número de la membresía. Mañana iré a poner una queja. Ya no perdí el tiempo hablando con él. La inversora de ese hotel es Ángela, mi mejor amiga. Le llamé directamente. —Querida, ayúdame a revisar con quién demonios se registró Víctor Soto anoche. ¡Voy a pillarlo en la infidelidad!

Mi novia, Isabel Sánchez, es la heredera de la familia más poderosa de la capital. Su fortuna supera los cien mil millones de dólares. Para ponerme a prueba, durante siete años de relación, nunca me regaló nada, nunca gastó un solo centavo en mí. Ni siquiera cuando iba a comprar parches anticonceptivos: insistía en pagar a medias. Después, mi madre se enfermó de gravedad. Les pedí dinero a todos los familiares y amigos que pude. Solo me faltaban dos mil dólares para cubrir el costo de la cirugía. Le supliqué, le rogué. Pero Isabel no me prestó ni un dólar. Tuve que pagar yo solo los gastos del funeral de mi madre. Cuando regresé a casa para recoger mis cosas, encontré por casualidad una lista de regalos que le había comprado a Marco Aguiñaga: una villa de lujo, bolsos de marcas exclusivas, trajes de gala masculinos de alta costura… También encontré los audios en el grupo con sus amigos: —Isabel, ¿es cierto que César se arrodilló para pedirte dos mil dólares? Isabel se rió con frialdad; su voz sonó despreocupada, casi divertida. —Marco tenía razón: quien se arrodilla por tan poco dinero no es más que un interesado. Apenas llevamos siete años juntos y ya está desesperado por sacarme dinero. Resultó que siete años de "prueba" no valieron más que un comentario venenoso de su vecinito de al lado. No importa. Desde el momento en que mi madre murió, ya lo había decidido: desaparecer de su vida para siempre.

He slid the divorce papers across the table like I was nothing. Three years of marriage, three years of me thinking he loved me, gone because his first love was back. I walked away pregnant, alone, disappearing from his life without a trace. Years later, I raised my son, I've built my life from scratch, away from him, Until my estranged father dies. Sudden, I'm the heiress to a multi- billion-dollar empire. He learns about it, and now he's sorry, wants me back, and our son, realizing too late what he lost. But I didn't owe him. Not my heart. Not my son. Not my life. Then Maxwell Kingston appears with a deal I can't refuse: a contract to protect my son, secure my empire, and put a claim on me in ways I've never expected. Every look, every word, every touch sets me on fire. Now I'm stuck between the man begging for redemption and the one who already owns me. So who do I choose before everything I've fought so hard for burns to ashes?