dump My Ex Dive Into Love With His Billionaire Uncle Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Miss Camille Davidson, what a small world?" A chill went through me when I heard his dark, yet sexy, voice. I lifted my chin to look at him. Once my eyes locked with his, I couldn't stop myself from shivering. He was no longer the man he was eight years ago. He appeared to be formidable and cruel. His blue eyes nearly looked dark due to rage. As I gripped the serving tray, I retreated my steps, my cheeks burning from humiliation. Everyone was watching us with keen interest. There was a time when Scott Martinez used to work for me, and now I am working for him. I was fully aware of his intentions. I knew why he was there and what he wanted from me. This time he would never let me go after all I was the one who had destroyed his small world. I murdered his brother.

Her blank and emotionless eyes was staring at his soul, he has never seen her behaving so cold and detach but why ? He has to find out .... something broke inside him to see her in this state. ************************************************* This is the story of two childhood friends, Faith Miller and Asher Creed ,who got separated at the age of 14 and after 11 years they met again but the situation wasn't same as before. The book cover is not mine. I take it from pinterest.

After twenty-one years trapped in a toxic marriage to a controlling monster, 45-year-old Caroline Everett finally breaks free. But peace doesn’t last. The moment she rents a quiet apartment from Harrison Reed, his arrogant, 29-year-old son Bryce sets her body on fire. One smoldering look turns into stolen touches… then raw, filthy nights where Bryce fucks her like no man ever has, deep, relentless, and shameless. For the first time in decades, Caroline is dripping wet, moaning, and addicted to a younger man’s cock. She knows it’s dangerous. Her children would be disgusted. Her violent ex-husband is still watching. And dark secrets from her past, betrayal by her own parents and her closest friend, are closing in. Will Caroline risk everything for the kind of mind-blowing pleasure that leaves her thighs shaking and her pussy aching for more? Or will her forbidden hunger destroy her?

When my mother-in-law was poisoned and clinging to life, my toxicology knowledge was her only hope. I ended the call and grabbed my coat, ready to rush to the hospital. My husband blocked my path. "Hold on! It's the opening of Ella's haunted castle today. You're bailing to play ghost?" I stared at him, telling him about the dire situation. The poison needed to be neutralized within thirty minutes, or it would be fatal. He rolled his eyes. "Your janitor mom can drop dead for all I care. I'll toss some Monopoly money on her grave if it shuts you up. Don't try to cross me here." His best female friend draped herself over him. "In a hurry to chase some side guy? Girl, your face is longer than Herbert's when he is all revved up. Right, buddy?" Their shamelessness was almost laughable. The kicker? Herbert thought it was my mom dying.

"Shaydon.." She whispered in a desperate tone, he looked directly at her, taking his steps towards her, speaking dominantly. "Sir." ** After the past incident which left him shattered, it turns out that years later none other than he is the CEO of the company she just joined. His urge from years to take his revenge will blind him, as he shows his other side to her. All the secrets and intentions behind everything will come into question with this process, as every countless denials reach him unaware of his feelings. What happened in the past that he found himself covered in hatred towards her and lacked the trust of love? Will that moment ever come when his love would no longer be deniable for him? Or, never?

“I'll marry you,” Andrea Thompson said in utter desperation. Marrying Colton Hudson, a man she had never met until that day, was something she never imagined doing. But when her boyfriend Anthony cheated with her step sister Evelyn, Andrea didn’t care. This was her only chance to regain her mother's company which was taken away from her by the people she loved most. Colton Hudson lost his mother in a hit-and-run accident, leaving him motherless at the age of ten. Sent abroad to study, Colton returned to Hillsdale twenty years later to take over his grandfather's company. The only woman he ever loved and trusted was his girlfriend, Evelyn—his savior. He cherished her with his whole heart, but to his dismay, she never showed up for their court wedding. That’s when he met Andrea Thompson. How will Andrea cope with the aftermath of her impulsive decision? What happens when Colton demands intimacy as payment for helping her regain her mother's company? If their one-year marriage works out, what will happen when dark pasts begin to surface?

“Did you have sex with him?” “Yes.” “Are you really going to marry him?” These were the questions Lala’s boyfriend, John, asked when he found out Lala was about to marry his uncle—after John cheated on and betrayed her while secretly planning to marry Lala’s best friend. But when Lala learned the truth, she turned to John’s uncle. His touch was fire, and every moment with him ignited a passion she couldn’t get enough of. One passionate night turned into walking down the aisle with the man who made John lose all sense—abandoning his fiancée and spiraling every day in front of Lala. Her choice shattered her heartless boyfriend’s heart into a million pieces.

I glue my back to the door hoping it would swallow me up as a whole. “Is my feisty kitten scared now?” his 6’2 tall figure towering over me. Pulling up his right hand from his pocket, he grips onto my nape, bringing my face infront of his, mingling our breaths. I attach my hands to his chest in an attempt to put some distance between us. My efforts turn futile when he won’t budge but instead shoves his face into the crook of my neck inhaling my scent. “There is no point in running away now, kitten. You are already trapped” he speaks against my skin. Sparks erupt through my body, travelling down my spine and settling between my legs. Another hand going around my waist pulling me closer to dig his face deeper into my neck. “No wonder you always had men swarming around you all the time!” his deep growls affecting me in a way it shouldn’t.

I was just eighteen when I mistook a business deal for a fairy tale, letting a schoolgirl crush blind me to the truth. My prince charming? He turned out to be more of a wolf in an Armani suit. Now, five years and a thousand broken pieces later, I've rebuilt myself into someone I barely recognize, a CEO, a survivor, and most importantly, a mother to my beautiful son Griffin. I thought I'd buried the naive girl who once dreamed in a garden. Apparently, the universe had other plans. My ex-husband's back, claiming he's changed and wanting a second chance. And then there's James Drake, a billionaire with scars that match my own, who makes me wonder if my heart remembers how to beat for something other than revenge. Between poisoned flowers showing up at my office and threats creeping too close to my son, I'm learning that success is the best revenge, if I can stay alive long enough to enjoy it. They say love is sweeter the second time around, but can I trust it when betrayal wore the face of love once before? One thing's certain: I'm not that naive wife anymore. And this time, I'm playing for keeps.

The day I married Vincent Sorrentino, Lena, the Sorrentino family’s adopted daughter, threatened to jump off the steeple of the family church. Vincent left me standing at the altar in my custom wedding gown, no hesitation, just bolted after her. With every New York crime boss, politician, and oligarch staring at me, I looked out at the crowd and said loud and clear: “Any man who walks up here right now and says ‘I do’? I’ll marry you.” Three years later, Vincent was back into the Sorrentino family’s Long Island estate, Lena on his arm. I was sitting on the leather couch in the main living room, watching my favorate TV show. Vincent’s eyes locked on my huge pregnant belly, his jaw tight, growling through his teeth: “Whose bastard is in there?” I took a sip of orange juice, curled my lip into a smile, and said: “It's a Sorrentino baby, of course.”