Hazmat Suit Stranger Things

Malaking gulo ang nagawa ni Liam na maaaring magdulot ng pagbagsak ng kanilang kumpanya at malagay ang kanyang ama sa kapahamakan. Kaya kailangan niyang gawin ang lahat upang mailigtas ito, kahit pa ang magpakasal sa isang taong hindi niya kilala. Isang hindi inaasahang pangyayari ang nagtulak kay Crystal upang makilala ang sikat na tagapagmana na si Liam Spencer. Ang lalaking nag-alok sa kanya ng kasal kapalit ng malaking halaga ng pera. Noong una ay nag-dalawang isip siyang tanggapin ang kanyang alok, ngunit nang marinig ni Crystal kung magkano ang kayang ibayad nito sakanya ay agad rin siyang sumang-ayon, dahil matagal na niyang hangad ang pamumuhay na mas marangya at komportable kumpara sa kasalukuyan niyang kalagayan. Kahit na walang alam ang dalawa tungkol sa isa't isa, at hindi isinasaalang-alang ang mga kahihinatnan ng isang mahalagang desisyon, ang dalawang hindi magka-kilalang tao ay lumagda sa isang kasunduang kasal. Ngayon, kailangan nilang mabuhay bilang mag-asawa upang maiwasan na madungisan ang reputasyon ng Spencers.

"I-I just married a stranger!" Isang kasunduang kasal ang naganap sa pagitan ng mga estranghero, maisakatuparan lang ang kanya-kanyang layunin. Ang negosyo ng pamilya Alvarez ay unti-unti nang nalulugi na siya ring dahilan ng unti-unti nitong pagbagsak. Isa nalang ang paraan upang maisalba lahat ng pinaghirapan nila, iyon ay ang ipagkasundong ipakasal ang anak nilang si Elle, sa anak ng mag-asawang Martinez. Si Ashton Klyde ang natatanging binata na ipinagkalooban ng naipong mana mula sa angkan ng Martinez. Ngunit, makukuha lang nito ang lahat kung siya ay ikinasal na. At sa kagustuhang maipasa sa kanya ang mana, pumayag siya sa isang kasunduang labag rin sa loob niya... Ang kasunduang ikasal sa taong wala siyang pagkakakilanlan. Dalawang bagay lang ang kailangan nilang gawin upang magtagumpay, ang tumira sa iisang bubong at magpanggap bilang mag-asawang nagmamahalan. Ngunit, may mabubuo kayang pag-ibig sa kasal na wala namang pagmamahal? At, pauusbungin pa ba nila ang mga nararamdaman nila sa oras na malaman nila ang tunay na pagkakakilanlan ng taong pinakasalan nila?

**Contain mature scenes, strictly not for minors** Zandro Fontanella- being labeled as one of the young billionaires by Forbes magazine. His wealth, irresistible charm and good looks makes him the epitome of every woman's dream. Everything happens according to his liking. Well, that's what everyone thinks about him. Because the truth is… there's a void part of him that he's still searching for an answer. Ysabelle Finn- a woman who want a simple life. After all the misery she had been through in the past, all she want is to stay low to hide her biggest secret. A secret that will change everything!

Jimmy James Junior, AKA… Triple J, arrogant son of a billionaire and heir to the Queen Empire. He is as hot as he is short-tempered and easily irritated. Fate plays a silly game on the Queen Empire when their successor is involved in a ghastly accident and falls off a bridge, then his doppelganger is rescued in his place. The new Triple J had suffered from a memory loss and doesn’t remember his identity so he is taken in by the Queen Empire as the heir and only son. However, a month later, the real Triple J shows up at the front door and leaves everyone in shock. After a series of tests that produced baffling results, the question becomes… who is the real Jimmy? But the mystery doesn't end there, this little incident leads to the discovery of many secrets and lies. Two empires with a dark past which is forced into the limelight. Twins who despise themselves so much, how would they cope? What happens when an innocent girl is trapped in a love triangle due to this identity mistake. Now she has to choose one of the twins. The one who put a ring on her, or the one who stole her heart? Find out what happens in this amazing journey with the Queen and Kingston family Empires 

Une fois tombée enceinte, on m'a saluée comme la femme la plus précieuse du monde souterrain. Mon mari, le nouveau Parrain de la famille Jenkins, a fermé toute la zone de service d'un hôpital privé pour mes examens, tandis que mon père, le Parrain Collins, a convoqué tous les chefs étoilés Michelin de New York dans le manoir, juste pour que je puisse choisir ce que je voulais. Le bébé que je portais était destiné à être l'unique héritier des deux familles mafieuses les plus puissantes. Mais le jour où nous devions signer les papiers garantissant l'héritage de mon enfant, ils sont tous les deux disparus. « Une affaire familiale urgente est survenue », a dit mon mari, Vincent, en m'embrassant le front. « Nous pourrons finaliser l'héritage de l'enfant à notre retour. » Peu de temps après leur départ, j'ai reçu le lien anonyme vers un live. La voix de mon père est sortie de la vidéo, plus froide que je ne l'avais jamais entendue. « Vous dites que votre contrat de mariage avec Evangeline n'a jamais été valable. Cela ne fait-il pas l'enfant illégitime ? » Vincent, allongé dans une boîte, a soufflé un anneau de fumée. Bercée dans ses bras se trouvait ma demi-sœur, Sarah. « Evangeline a toujours eu tout l'amour et l'affection. Son enfant ne manquera de rien. » « Sarah a été moquée de son statut pendant des années. Je dois arranger les choses pour elle, donner à notre enfant un nom légitime. » À cet instant, mon cœur s'est serré, et j'ai à peine pu respirer. Puis mon téléphone a sonné à nouveau. C'était un texto : « Bienvenue dans la famille Gallo, ma reine. » « Adressez simplement votre parole, et l'enfant que vous portez portera le nom de Gallo et deviendra l'héritier le plus puissant du monde souterrain américain. »

Spending the last night of my vacation by partying and drinking into oblivion was the highlight of my master plan. Waking up, in my birthday suit and tangled up in the sheets with a sinfully handsome stranger was definitely not. Curious? Then I have to disclose about how I met him in the first place. Beware, you are all in for one hell of a delicious ride.

A contract. A night. A mistake that turned into something more. Naia Isadora Lastra never believed in second chances—especially not after catching her boyfriend red-handed and breaking down in the arms of a dangerously charming stranger at a bar. One night. One decision. One unforgettable mistake. She never expected to wake up sore, breathless, and tangled in the sheets with a man who disappears before dawn… only to reappear days later in a designer suit, announcing: "You're going to be my bride... on paper." Ammir Alejandro Silvestri is a cold, calculating CEO, forced to fake a perfect marriage for the sake of his dying grandmother—and the woman he shared a bed with becomes his only option. Now, all eyes are on them. The press, their families, and the ticking clock of a six-month contract. But the longer they pretend, the harder it gets to remember what's fake and what’s not. And when secrets surface, hearts aren't the only things at risk—because falling in love was never part of the deal.

At sixty-five, I got served divorce papers. The same day, my husband Sebastian — decked out in his wedding suit, of all things — popped a handful of sleeping pills in a suicide attempt. For years, we were the perfect couple. The kind of pair neighbors whispered about with envy. I couldn't wrap my head around it. The divorce. The pills. None of it made sense. Not until I found the photo and letter in his pocket.

The day I went to try on my wedding suit, a stranger stormed into the VIP fitting room and drove a knife into my gut. "Sleeping with my woman, and you dare wear a suit this expensive?" He ripped my shirt into ribbons with a wild grin and threw sulfuric acid straight at me. The knife was buried deep in my abdomen. Pain ripped through me as I collapsed. He yanked my hair, forcing my head up. "Susan Lefebvre is my wife. What the hell are you? Just some filthy side piece hiding in the shadows!" Blood dripped from my fingertips as the truth sank in. The fiancée I'd loved for seven years had been cheating on me all along. "What are you staring at?" He sneered. "Even if I kill you, no one can touch me. My wife runs this city!" Watching that arrogant face twist in triumph, I took out my phone with a trembling, blood-soaked hand and dialed my sister. "Allison," I said, my voice cold and calm. "Come pick me up at the bridal salon. And tell the Lefebvres that the engagement is off."

"M-Master… I-I want to…" "Touch yourself? No. You're not allowed to." It's now lunchtime, and I'm hiding in one of the bathroom stalls at the office, video calling a stranger who isn't showing his face. He's dressed mysteriously in a suit and tie, nonchalantly toying with the remote control in his hand. Meanwhile, I am at my wit's end on the bathroom floor, feeling the foreign item inside me pulsing rapidly and sending me straight to the edge. None of this is consensual. It all begins with the mysterious "Love Mission" app I accidentally downloaded and installed on my phone.