Hello Neighbor Enzo

During a game of truth or dare, my boyfriend, Ryan Patel, chose to kiss his childhood friend, Michelle Woods, for three minutes to save her from a penalty. When I found out, I was furious. I called him in tears, confronting him about the unbearable intimacy between them. He remained silent for a long time before speaking coldly, "Are you done crying?" Then, he drove Michelle home. I crouched in the rain, watching couples huddle under umbrellas, and from that moment on, I never contacted Ryan again. Three months later, at an auction, I bought a men's wristwatch. When Ryan heard about it, he chuckled. "Forget it. In three days, I'll go and coax her back myself. She just needs a way out." His friends all sent me messages, congratulating me on how well I had him wrapped around my finger. I didn’t reply to any of them. I simply posted a picture in my feed—my newly issued marriage certificate.

"Go on Hailey, be a good girl and give daddy your best." I could not believe it when I walked in on my husband with his secretary. This happens to be the upteenth time that I would catch Emilio in the act of cheating which makes me wonder if he ever really gets tired of it. But each time I try to walk away, Emilio finds a good reason to make me stay. We have not even had any form of intimacy in the last two years since I lost the baby. I know he secretly hates me but it was not my fault that he happened to be away when I needed him the most. However this time I would not just run away. Perhaps it's high time two plays at the game. **** **** **** Samantha DeGeneres might have played the house wife to her narcissist husband Emilio for quite the while now but it was perhaps high time she levels up on the game and get the revenge she long craved for. It was also at this point that she decided to take up a job at the poles in one of her husband's numerous clubs under a different name, Kitty.

"I, Grace Hawthorne reject Logan Harper,” I announced with steel in my voice. The hall fell into deep silence, I could hear the sound of sweat dripping from Logan’s forehead or my father’s increasing heartbeat. Logan's face contorted with a mixture of anger and disbelief. "Grace, what are you doing? This is our wedding!" “Not anymore. I reject you.” I announced once again. My father, Daniel, standing nearby, was seething with rage. He stepped forward, his face contorted with fury. In a fit of madness, he raised a hand as if to strike me, but before he could make contact, a commanding voice rang out, stopping him in his tracks. "How dare you lay a hand on my Mate?" Xander had appeared in a flash of power, his presence filling the room. His eyes bore into Daniel’s with an intensity that sent a chill down everyone's spine. Everyone’s face paled seeing the Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack, anger rushed through Daniel’s features and he roared. "Not your mate, she is my daughter." Xander cut him off with a wave of his hand. "You dare to touch what’s mine and I will show you what a real Alpha can do for his mate." Xander’s growl had an intensity that shook even The wolf council. His deep blue eyes bored into mine and a slow smile grazed his features, he gestured to me to come toward him and I did. “Miss me Darling.” he purred, and a chill ran down my spine.

While Estelle Stafford is waiting in the emergency room in a bloodied state, Nathaniel Lockhart and Kathleen Lockhart are with Nathaniel's first love, Lynette Jefferson. In the end, Estelle decides to divorce Nathaniel. Everyone mocks her for shamelessly clinging to Nathaniel, but none of them know that Estelle is actually the rumored genius jewelry designer. She's also "L", the famed trader of Wells Street. Even her name is included in the list of suppliers who can provide the specific medicine that Nathaniel has been searching everywhere for to cure Lynette's illness. After they've gotten divorced, Nathaniel claims that Estelle is just doing this to gain his attention, while Kathleen says that she's just making things difficult for herself. Everyone's waiting to see Estelle make a fool of herself. But then a simple sketch of a wedding ring that Estelle drew without much thought is auctioned off at a sky-high price, and an aircraft belonging to the Allied Nations medical team lands at Lockhart Manor to pick her up because she's needed to perform a highly classified surgery. Kathleen's hands are shaking as she holds onto the consent form from the medical staff. "They've checked the database, and Mommy is the only person who's compatible enough to be the bone marrow donor." On a stormy night, Nathaniel kneels on the ground as Estelle walks across the red carpet. With a veil adorned with blue diamonds covering her face, she parts her lips. "Mr. Lockhart, I want 51% of Lockhart Group's shares as payment for saving your lover's life."

Sophie thought she had everything she ever wanted—an incredible life and a boyfriend, Aaron, who was her entire world. Or so she believed. After all the sacrifices and unwavering love she gave him, Aaron repaid her with the ultimate betrayal. He didn’t just cheat—he had the audacity to look down on her afterward, completely unremorseful. Should Sophie crumble in heartbreak and misery? Absolutely not. If Aaron thought he could discard her, he was dead wrong. And what better way to reclaim her power than by using his irresistibly powerful uncle? It wasn’t her original plan, but marrying Damien Cavanaugh turned out to be the best impulsive decision she had ever made. And her heart? That belongs to no one. Not ever again. And Damien Cavernaugh? He new Sophie before she even knew herself, and he's something dangerous she was never meant to collide with. What happens when their unknowingly intertwined lives spiral into something unpredictable? Will Sophie ever be able to stand the dark past and grave secrets of the man she thought she could simply use to get back at her ex? _________________ This book is a sequel of “Mommy, Please Spare Daddy!” Though it can be read as a standalone.

After losing her family in a tragic incident that tarnished their reputation, Camilla's life is shattered. Once a privileged heiress to a multimillion-dollar company, she is now reduced to the status of a commoner. Forced to stay with a family friend, she takes on the role of a maid in their mansion. As she grapples with the fallout from her family's downfall, Camilla is unaware of the challenges ahead, especially when Alpha Enzo, the eldest son of the family she’s living with, returns after years away. She is assigned to be his personal maid. Complicating matters, Camilla discovers that Alpha Enzo is the stranger she had a one-night stand with six months ago—an encounter that ultimately destroyed her relationship with her boyfriend. To make things more complicated, he is also her mate. How will she cope with this revelation? Will Alpha Enzo's presence in her life bring further chaos or lead to new beginnings? *** Alpha Enzo is one of the three prominent Alphas in the city—a billionaire and mafia don who has achieved much in life. With his future seemingly set, he returns to a city he left behind, haunted by a complicated family history. What will happen when he encounters the mate he can't stop thinking about, only to find her living as an ordinary maid in his family home?

Can you still give one last chance to your ex or stay as strangers with memories? Savannah Andrada enjoys her job in St. Martha International after spending most of her eight years in college life to a medical school. Hee suitors became aggressively elegant to please her, wishing they could get her approval of courtship. Still, they went home heartbroken and felt humiliated. If there's a man who can meet her expectations, that might be so good to be true and fictional just like the novels she read. Nevertheless Primotivo Sudalgo won her. It was love at first sight for Savannah. She always deny and it became a love-hate cycle of chase. Their relationship became talk of town and envied. But how did a perfect one ended too soon with heartbreaking goodbye? How did something so right became tragically wrong? Let's watch Primo win her back again.

Difficult to get along with the in-laws, constant arguments with the only brother-in-law, worsened by the man labeled as her husband... it's like having your head detached while your toes are being tickled, making Samanta Kiehl constantly cultivate patience. Until her sincere love is rewarded with a divorce letter. Her question always spins in her head. Is this luck or misfortune for her? But Samanta remains Samanta. She lets it all resonate in her life. She believes that payback will come. Someday, there will be a life and a new man whom she will tread with tranquility. But when? Isn't human patience supposed to have its limits?

I could always hear strange noises coming from the room next to me. A cacophony of people having intercourse. The noise kept me awake all night. But the strange thing was, he lives alone.

“Nice to meet you, Raine,” I said with a forced smile. As soon as she turned her back, I muttered under my breath, “Bitch.” I wasn’t lying—she was practically spilling out of that dress. Seriously? That’s Aiden’s type now? I turned to Arden and whispered, “Babe, I need to use the restroom.” He nodded, and I made my way across the hallway. Unfortunately, the restroom was just past the entertainment room—where Aiden and Raine were glued to each other. Ugh, just my luck. I didn’t even look their way, but from the corner of my eye, I could see them. Aiden had his arm around her, and—what the hell?—his hand was inside her dress. Inside. What a maniac! Doesn’t he care that our parents could walk in? And Raine… really? Already letting him feel her up like that? Where’s her shame? I rushed to the restroom and splashed cold water on my face, trying to wash the frustration off. But the moment I looked up, I froze. Aiden was in the doorway. I turned to leave, but he blocked me and pushed me back inside. “What now?” I snapped, slapping his chest. “Can’t you just leave me alone?” My voice trembled, barely above a whisper. Someone could hear us. “Move! I said I’m leaving!” But Aiden didn’t budge. Instead, he grabbed my wrists and spun me around. My back hit the door with a soft thud, and suddenly, his body was pressed against mine. “Aiden, stop it! What are you doing?” I hissed, but he didn’t answer. He just smirked, lowered his head, and crushed his lips against mine. Damn it… not again.