Home Cooking

After my older sister Rachelle came home from dialysis, the atmosphere at home was suffocating. She curled up on the couch, thin as a rail. She was nagging me hard and telling me not to tire myself out too much at work. Dad was by the door smoking. To get money to treat Rachelle’s condition, he had sold our old house and land. Dirty and muddied, my fiance, who had always viewed Rachelle as a sister of his own, brought home his week’s salary. They all lamented how unfair life was to already poor and suffering people who had to suffer even more. I looked at myself in the mirror with my bleeding nose and flushed away the report with my acute leukemia diagnosis. During dinner, Dad suddenly said, “Ryleigh, Rachelle needs a kidney. You’re healthy and young. You might be a match.” I looked at Rachelle’s pleading eyes and coldly put my cutlery down. “I won’t do it. I’ll be a cripple with one less kidney. How am I supposed to find someone to marry then?” Dad slapped me hard, even as my fiance called me ungrateful. I slammed the door shut as I left. I looked for the nearest room to the hospital to rent so that I could wait it out until I died. The room I found was only five blocks away from the organ donation center.

When I was 14, I ran away from home and met Rosalie Burke, the real Burke heiress who had been living on the outside. After her family finally brought her home, I was the one who helped her turn their business into a success. I spent ten years at her side, and on the day they named her heir to Burke Group, she shoved me into the sea. "My fiance is the next heir to Swain Group. You have no power or influence. You're beneath me now." I blink awake, and suddenly I'm back at the moment Rosalie returns to her family. I watch her shamelessly flirt with my enemy's son, then turn on my heel and head back to my own family. I'm not helping her in this life. This time, I'm going to watch her fall off that pedestal.

Married for months but she was still a virgin. Drugged by her husband and stepsister,she ended up with a mysterious lover. Her husband accused her of infidelity and found a convenient reason to divorce her . She lost everything,her properties,her virginity,her inheritance and her home and was thrown on the streets. Left with no parents,no home,no roof over her head,Nicole Elias sought for death and wished she could stop living but death seemed to perceive her yearning and flee from her. She became pregnant and her world came crumbling. Where does she turn to when she doesn't even know who got her pregnant? Robert Williams , the youngest billionaire and a handsome dude,was in search of the woman he had one night stand with... Five years later, he stumbled upon two boys who are a miniversion of himself and thundered "who is your mother?".

I stumbled across an encrypted folder on my husband's phone, filled with photos of a little girl I'd never seen before. From newborn to first steps, sorted by month—two full years' worth. But the child in those photos wasn't our daughter. When I confronted him, he said she was a girl named Rosie from the children's home I sponsored. The director sent growth updates, and he'd been saving them for me. I never imagined that my warm, thoughtful husband would use my charity to spin a lie. Because every single photo was geotagged to the apartment complex next to his office. And the children's home was on the other side of the city. I didn't call him out right then. Because I wanted to know whose child she really was.

In the humid streets of contemporary Lagos, two young Nigerian men from opposite worlds fall desperately in love, only for family, church, and the law to strip them of home, money, reputation, and safety leaving them to choose between survival apart or a dangerous life together on the run.

After her father moves them to a new pack, Lindsey must navigate the stress of new friends, new home, and old secrets. Not to mention a pull that she can’t deny with the future alpha. Will her past come back to haunt her, or will she be able to overcome?

(COMPLETED)Darren Fall Adams only wanted to have freedom as her life is always controlled by her parents who wanted her to marry someone she doesn't love. So here she goes, running away from home to look for it.

Claire is a young teen whose family has been hiding a secret. After the death of her father, Claire and her mother move to Willow Park, Texas. What happens when Claire discovers the secrets behind her family and the mysteries that lie in her home?

Malinda Kristen is an orphan who lost her parents when she was young in a car accident, she was sent to an orphanage home where she grew up, she later left the orphanage home in search of a job and got a job as a maid in a wealthy man mansion, since she had no other qualifications to get a better job. There she met the son of the wealthy man, Russeli Ryan who is a musician but, has no emotions whatsoever, they seem to share the same trauma and Russeli Ryan, to stop the criticism of the public in his music and to avoid his father's consistent persuasiveness to go to many blind dates, he decided to meet someone who his father set up for him, but unaware to him, he had developed feelings for Malinda Kristen, he had to secretly date her. What will happen when her boss finds out? Read to find out!

In their two years of marriage, Helma King’s husband had been home no more than ten times. The last time he was home, he asked for a divorce. In her devastation, she got into an accident and lost her memory! No longer blinded by love, she refused to humble herself for the sake of peace. Instead, she resumed her position as the little princess of the wealthiest King family. With her headstrong and sassy personality, she kicked ass and taught all the scumbags a lesson. During a show, a reporter asked, “Miss King, is it true that you filed for a divorce because someone stole your husband?” Helma King smiled. “He’s just a man. If she wants him, she can have him. There are plenty of men to go around.” Hearing that, everyone turned to look at Young Master Guller, Helma King’s ex-husband, who was scowling with bloodshot eyes.