Favourite Food List

Dia adalah pria tampan,seksi dan juga kaya.seorang pria yang diimpikan dan diincar oleh banyak wanita diseluruh dunia ini kecuali aku. kenapa?....satu karena dia playboy,dua kerena dia brengsek dan tiga dia adalah bajingan ulung yang licik. awalnya saat pertama kali bertemu dengannya aku begitu mengagumi penampilannya yang maskulin dan keren tidak salah bukan aku juga wanita normal tapi bosku langsung memberiku informasi mengenainya yang memiliki sikap yang sangat buruk dan melarangku untuk mengangguminya ataupun tertarik dengannya. Tapi saat mata kepalaku melihatnya sendiri betapa brengsek dirinya membuatku menyetujuhi ucapan bosku dan memasukkannya dalam daftar list orang yang harus aku jauhi. "Dia adalah Dimitri Sean Zander pria panas yang diincar oleh semua wanita didunia ini dan paling sering dibicarakan dimajalah bisnis karena prestasi dan sensasinya tapi percayalah dia adalah orang yang berbahaya yang harus kalian jauhi tapi aku tidak menampik bahwa ia sangatlah menggoda."Alina. "Kau terlalu cepat menilaiku dengan sisi buruk yang aku miliki,bagaimana jika kau mencoba bersamaku untuk sesaat akan kujamin kau pasti akan merasakan sensasi yang berbeda didekat seorang pria panas dan dicintai oleh banyak wanita."Dimitri.

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.

Loverina, a lonely girl trained by her poor grandmother, unexpectedly got into a shitty mess with the heir of the Oscars' family. To pay the price of her deeds, she was taken by the heir as a slave to satisfy his sexual urge. What power does a low class commoner have over such high status? *** Loverina was about to eat the food Alexis brought earlier when Jayden came out of the bathroom, naked. Seeing that, her fork dropped back in the plate and her mouth wide opened. Their eyes met and she looked away immediately as her cheeks got hot. He was just too perfect. And she wished he would come over and touch her, she was already daydreaming when his voice brought her back to reality. “Is it your first time seeing me like this?” He was in front of her with a towel in his hand, drying out his wet hair. He would have just tied the towel around his waist but instead, he came out naked with the towel on his hand. That’s hot! She swallowed hard, inwardly praying in her mind for anything. She didn’t even have a particular thing in mind. “No.” she finally mumbled.

"This is ridiculous," she said with a puzzled look on her face. "A contract marriage?" … Serena Mundt was a young woman in her late 20s with no dreams. She was either at home all day or helping her mother out in the bakery. Well not until her mother got diagnosed with cancer and was bedridden. Now she has to strive for herself, her ailing mother's hospital bills, her son's tuition fees and other expenses. She stumbles upon a job in a food company and gets hired due to reasons unknown to her yet. Serena didn't know that this would change her life forever. On getting to her workplace, she realises that the owner of the company, a wealthy businessman and a billionaire was Frederick Sullivan who was an old friend of hers… perhaps a lover and the father of her secret child too?. Well what's worse, a marriage contract comes in line and she is left with no choice but to accept the offer as she needed the money not to say it was an interesting price too. But it wouldn't be easy being a fake wife to the famous billionaire and hiding her child too. Together they discover secrets that had been buried in their past, face the problems life tossed at them, and well, maybe renew lost, lingering feelings too?

Young Immanuel Gonzales roamed the streets at age seven. His mother died when he was three years old, while his father was accused of killing his co-worker at a construction site. His relatives did not bother to take him but instead, made a vagabond out of him. Hungry and tired, he met a young girl who gave him food to eat. He was grateful and told himself that someday he would show his appreciation for the good deeds done to him. Living alone, he had encountered lots who had hurt him, but he continued to live came one person who had helped him finish his studies and he became a lawyer. One rainy night, he helped a woman who got scared from a homeless person. The first time they met, both felt that there was something that would bind them together which would make or break them apart. He was a lawyer who came from a poor family, handsome and smart, whose father was a victim of injustice....and she, a rich and pretty heiress, who had been engaged to be married to a wealthy person. Both fell into the abyss of deep affection....a love that caused them to be apart...living their lives with regret and loneliness

"Why are you angry?" I asked him. "It's not like we're a couple." He stopped, and stared at me, boring my eyes with his emerald eyes. "If we are…" He paused, clenching his jaw, "then am I allowed to be angry?” I looked at him like he was insane. “Then we'll take it to that level." He continued. "I'm serious. I want you.” Leizel Snow Garcia Waterstrings is not just fierce. She's more than that. Ending up as an ice cream worker in a local ice cream shop, it was her one step of becoming a strong and independent woman. And that's when a cold-hearted stranger came in view. Eion Aurelio Hudson. Out of seven billion people in the world, the two hard-headed people crossed paths, making her "strong and independent woman" facade slowly fall apart. With all the dramas, free food, forgotten birthdays, Robot handling, idiots around, and emotional crisis, will she be able to melt his winter heart with her blazing fire or will this fire be put away instantly? ``` ``` One Blazing Head. One Winter Heart. Two Hard-headed people. A huge disaster. (Book 1 of Hearts Series but can be read as standalone)

On our first wedding anniversary, my husband came home with a woman who was six months pregnant. He introduced her as his cousin, someone who had fallen on hard times, and asked me to take care of her. I was just about to agree when fragments of imaginary commentary floated through my mind: [She's just my 'cousin'. Uh-uh, that's a cliche.] [Poor supporting female character! A maid by day, the husband's bedwarmer by night.] [But she totally deserved it! If she hadn't broken up the main couple, they'd have a whole soccer team of kids by now!] Wait—what? Supporting female character? Me? And what's this about breaking them up? So now these two get to cheat under my roof, and somehow I'm the villain? Before I could process it all, my husband was already dragging her luggage inside. "Alice doesn't like fried food," he said matter-of-factly. "And nothing too salty or spicy. Make sure you keep that in mind when you're cooking. "Oh, and pregnant women love sweets. Go out now and buy a cherry cake. The one from that bakery in the suburbs."

The Rogue King disguises himself as a food delivery person to assassinate my mate—Lucas Wolfgang, the Alpha of Moonbane pack. It's Valentine's day, but Lucas is spending it with his childhood sweetheart. When the Rogue King's assassination fails, he threatens me with my daughter Tina and forces me to ingest wolfsbane. I speak to him to drag things out while contacting Lucas through our mind-link. "Lucas, Tina and I need you…" However, Lucas has cut off our mind-link. He doesn't respond, and I have no choice but to take the wolfsbane. Before the Rogue King leaves, he mocks me for being a failure. I'm the Luna of Moonbane pack, yet I don't have my husband's heart. Tina calls Lucas. "Come home, Daddy! Mommy's bleeding everywhere!" He merely says coldly, "I've told you this many times, Tina. Stop being a liar like your mother!" I've never lied to him, and neither has Tina. Ultimately, he kneels before my grave in tears, looking like a poor little puppy. He begs me not to abandon him.

My boyfriend belonged to the untouchables among the capital's elite, with a family fortune worth tens of billions. To "test" me, he spent seven years never buying me a single gift, never spending a cent on me. Even a stop at a convenience store for condoms had to be split down the middle. Then, my mother fell critically ill. I borrowed from every friend and relative I could, but I was still two thousand short to cover the surgery fees. No matter how much I pleaded, he refused to lend me the money. I arranged my mother's funeral on my own. When I went back to pack my belongings, I accidentally found a list of gifts he had bought for the young woman next door. A private luxury estate. Designer handbags. Jewelry worth hundreds of millions. There was also a voice chat with his friend. "Caleb, is it true Jessica actually humbled herself and begged you for two thousand?" Caleb Brooks let out a low, amused laugh, his tone lazy and indifferent. "Nevaeh wasn't wrong. Anyone who goes around begging over two thousand — what else is she if not a gold digger? "We've only been together seven years and she's already trying to get money out of me." So that was the truth. Seven years of so-called testing, it seemed, had been sparked by nothing more than a few manipulative words from a young woman next door. However, it no longer mattered. The moment my mother passed away, I had already decided to leave him.

Everyone in New York knew that Don Lorenzo Capone loved his wife dearly. At the height of our love, he shielded me from a bullet that went straight through his chest. The hospital issued eleven critical condition notices. I cried myself hoarse at the door of the emergency room. "Lorenzo, don't you dare die on me, or I'll instantly find a pretty boy to marry and have children with!" He survived the ordeal, and the first thing he did when he opened his eyes was to marry me. After the marriage, he ruled over New York's largest underground empire with an iron fist, but never allowed any woman to get close to him. On our third wedding anniversary, I went to his private dock to give him a surprise. There, I saw him holding a pair of twins, teaching them how to shoot. The man who could kill without batting an eye was looking at the children with eyes full of affection. The children's mother was Elena Tribbiani, the daughter of an arms dealer who was his equal. "Lorenzo, what if Vivian finds out?" Lorenzo dismissed it casually. "A fragile porcelain doll like her is only fit to be displayed in a glass case. Only a she-wolf like you is worthy of bearing my family's cubs." It turned out, what I thought was true love was merely a carefully-woven lie. I did not confront him. Instead, I sent a text message to an FBI special agent. "Agent Smith, I have a list of the arms deal you’re investigating."