Draft

Aliyah Haven was only 17 when her struggling family made the difficult decision to give her away to Pedro Perez, a cold and calculating billionaire heir. This transaction was disguised as a marriage, but it was filled with underlying motives. In exchange for money and a better future, her family sacrificed her innocence. Pedro was in need of a male heir to secure his dying father's empire, something his barren wife could not provide. Aliyah became the perfect pawn in his plan. After giving birth to a son, Andre, she was cast aside — her baby taken, her life shattered. Left to rot while Pedro returned to his wife, she swore revenge. Ten years later, Aliyah returns as a new woman — refined, brilliant, and wealthy in her own right. She’s no longer the naive girl who was bought. She's here to burn the empire Pedro built — from his business to his heart. What Pedro doesn't know is that the woman he’s falling for is the same girl he once destroyed. And when the truth explodes, everything he built starts to crumble — from media scandals to corporate collapse, to a vicious divorce from his manipulative wife. But love, twisted and torn as it may be, isn't done with them yet.

The day I decided to file for divorce, Dean Potter couldn’t wait to draft the divorce agreement. Five years ago, he had been forced to marry me, and now he was finally free. On the day we were finalizing the divorce, Dean arrived with his new flame, radiating delight mixed with a hint of mockery. “Veronica Byrd, look at you—you’re miserable.” I watched his figure fade into the distance, my vision blurring. Miserable? In the next life, it wouldn't happen again.

This book was released back when I was trying to get traction on it a very long time ago. I’ve never made a single dime from this company, but they’d like to keep my book forever. Even when I did the writing every single day thing and should’ve gotten a “publishing bonus.” It never happened. So they don’t get to keep making money off of me and my writing. This was a much older draft than what I’m currently trying to publish anyway.

The night before the design competition, my husband took my design draft, promising to secure a patent to protect my work. In the intense competition, my work stood out and won first place. During the award ceremony, I walked on stage wearing the necklace that my daughter and I had made together. Suddenly, my seven-year-old daughter rushed up to the stage, screaming, "Mom, how could you steal Veronica's necklace? That's horrible and embarrassing. Just come down and go home with me."

The World, detached into two realms. Same space but different dimensions. The Magic and The mortal Realm. The dominant Realm of immortals is led by "God" Prominent to provide peace and coexist with the mortals. The descendants of Heaven, as the immortals' reign peacefully for thousands of years. The faith of the two realms will alter when a legend who'll fix the glitch in the realm has been born. In the East, at the green continent of the Berhalksawn Family, Alkhun Berhalksawn. A descendant of an elite family with the most potential. A genius, a warrior, a seeker, and the brave. With no purpose, go on a journey, searching for the reason for his existence. (THIS BOOK IS WORKING IN PROGRESS--1ST DRAFT)

Evie Harrison is a top student in her senior year of college. She is the heir of a wealthy family, studying law at Harvard in order to take over her father's company. Alexander Lockwood is the youngest and most successful lawyer in New York. He is what most people would call arrogant and he'd do anything to be on top. So he makes a deal with his rival company. In order to become the most prestigious lawyer on the East Coast, he has to marry his rival's daughter, Evie Harrison. Is Evie going to oblige at her father's request or not? 💢This is a first draft of the book! For the complete and updated version go to Webnovel! Same title, same pen name!💢

"Hello, I want a divorce." In the third year of her marriage, Roxanne Levine decided to file for divorce. But she did so without telling her husband. Across the desk, the lawyer, Nathaniel Shepherd, responded in a formulaic tone after hearing her intent. "If you wish to proceed with a divorce, both parties need to sign the divorce agreement. After that, there will be a one-month cooling-off period before the divorce is finalized. Did your husband not come with you today?" Roxanne paused for a few seconds. "I'll make sure he signs it." "Very well. I'll draft a divorce agreement for you."

After five years of marriage, my husband, Abel Brooks goes on a business trip that lasts half a year. When he returns, he brings his first love, Cora Garrett, back. She's already three months pregnant. Abel says that life is tough for her and wants her to move in with us temporarily. I object, and he tells me to know my place. His tone is scornful—it seems he's forgotten that the villa we live in was one of my wedding gifts. He and his family have leeched off me all this while. This time, I'm going to stop providing for them. I smile and call my assistant. "Draft a divorce agreement for me now. To think a live-in son-in-law would have the nerve to bring his mistress home like this."

Celeste Lodge has been married to Terence Ford for three years. He's hated her guts the whole time. The day Winona Ford returns, he finally can't take it anymore and begins planning to fake his death so he can run away with her. "I'll fake my death in one month. I'll give up my position as heir to the Ford family and be with Winona forever." Hearing this from outside the operating room, Celeste Lodge immediately contacts a lawyer to draft divorce papers. Then, she calls her brother, Hayden Lodge, who lives abroad. "Hayden, I'm done with Terence. I'm ready to leave and live overseas with you."

At a dinner party, my genius painter of a husband, Henry Shepherd, used his hands, hands insured for millions, to shell crabs for his young assistant, Tamara Lee. This was all to coax her into eating a few bites when she claimed she had no appetite. Meanwhile, I drank myself into a bloody mess, trying to secure investments for him. When I asked him to hand me some antacids, he refused without even looking up. “These hands are for painting. Use your own.” For ten years, he couldn’t even be bothered to change the way he treated me. That night, as I sobered up in the cold wind, I asked my lawyer to draft a divorce agreement. "Henry, in this vast, chaotic world, our paths end here," I said inwardly