I Became Billionaire After Breakup

A 19-year-old girl, Wendy Young, invites a 20-year-old-homeless man, Lucas Kim, into her life. Spending all their time with each other, Wendy couldn’t help but fall in love with him, but with everything going down, will it all go well?

Last night, my husband confessed his love for someone named Kitty during an intimate moment. I had trusted him with my assets after a scandal, only to discover his infidelity and betrayal. Now, he and my sister, Kiara (whom he calls Kitty), have taken everything from me. To make matters worse, I woke up in bed with Giovanni Dawson, my high school sweetheart turned Billionaire Mafia Don known as the Devil in White. He offers to help me seek revenge and reclaim what is rightfully mine but can I trust him again after he once broke my heart?

My fiancee falls for someone else after going abroad to study. Her parents refuse to call off the engagement, and since we grew up together, I beg her to really think it through. In the end, she breaks up with him and marries me. But three years later, my shares are transferred without my consent. My company goes bankrupt, and I'm left drowning in huge debts. My parents can't take the pressure and pass away. Meanwhile, my wife leans into the arms of that same man from before and sneers, "You brought this on yourself." The next time I wake up, I realize I've gone back to the moment she just returned home. Watching her get cozy with another guy, I step up and suggest calling off the engagement. She thinks I can save my failing business by marrying her. But what she doesn't realize is that her own family's the one heading for ruin.

Thor and I grew up together—we were the definition of childhood sweethearts. We'd promised to attend the same university, graduate, and marry right after senior year. Everyone envied us. They said we were a perfect match, destined for a lifetime together. And I believed that too. I truly thought I'd spend the rest of my life with him. Until the final semester of our senior year in high school, when a new transfer student named Lina joined our class. At first, the two barely spoke. But as they grew familiar, their bond deepened in ways I could no longer ignore. He started staying after school to tutor her, bringing her breakfast every morning. When she was upset, he'd take her for a drive along the coast. If she craved Italian steak, he'd have fresh cuts flown in. Even during her period, he'd quietly prepare everything she needed. I was furious. I confronted him, argued with him, and even threatened to break up. The first time I said it, he thought I was joking and coaxed me out of my anger. The second time, he dismissed it as another tantrum and tried different ways to please me. The third time, he broke down—standing outside my house in the pouring rain all night, half kneeling before me, begging for forgiveness. Again and again, I tried to leave, and every time, he refused to let me go. Yet with each reconciliation, something in him shifted. He started taking me for granted, assuming I would always come back. His patience wore thin. His apologies turned perfunctory. Even when he came to make peace, there was no sincerity left in his voice. So I said it for the hundredth time, and that was the last. That was the moment I finally gave up on him.

I watched my boyfriend down on one knee proposing to another woman. Turns out that he was cheating on me with her for two years. Our five years together meant nothing to him. He claimed that he needed her money –connections and that I should be the one to play the role of a mistress. I refused. I didn’t stick around. I ran as fast as my legs could carry me. I wanted something strong to numb my pain— and yes, I ended up in the loudest club. Then I met him, Adrian Foster. The wealthiest and powerful CEO. The moment I lost my balance, he caught me and pulled me straight in to his chest. Fate? I didn’t believe in it. But may be …. He did.

For years, I lived unseen, unwanted, and unloved. I was always the one that was overlooked. Still, I thought I was lucky. I had a home, a little daughter who adored me, and a husband whose rare smiles made me feel like I finally mattered. But that illusion shattered the night I was kidnapped. When the flames closed in and I screamed for help, my husband never came. He left me to burn, to die as quietly as I had lived. But fate had other plans. When I returned, I wasn’t the same timid woman he discarded. I was reborn, stronger, sharper and breathtakingly beautiful. The world that once mocked me now worshipped me. And him? He looked at me desire dripping from his eyes, not realizing who I truly was. He begged for a chance, pleaded for my love. But it was too late. I had already married another man. And this time, it was my turn to play the game.

Isang normal na gabi lang sana ang lahat kay Paris Laurene, kung hindi lamang niya nasaksihan ang tumataginting na pagkabigo ni Theon, sa isang dalagang balak nitong ipakilala bilang girlfriend sa abuela nito. Last minute nang bigla nalang umayaw ang dalagang bitbit ni Theon kaya’t naiwan ito habang di malaman kung paano haharapin ang parating na Lola. Well look at that, even the hot, rich and devilishly handsome Theonnius Naverra got dump in front of her very eyes! May pag-asa pa ang Earth! Hindi maatim ni Paris na hayaan si Theon na humarap nang bigo sa abuela nitong dumating sa naturang tagpuan. kahit pa kating-kati na ang dila niyang budburan ito ng pang-aasar. Ngunit dahil isa siyang mabait, maganda at binibining may busilak na kalooban, nagpakilala siya bilang girlfriend ni Theon. “Relax, Theon. Magbi-break din naman tayo.” Nakaisip na si Paris ng plano upang malinis na matakasan nilang dalawa ni Theon ang ginawa nilang pagpapanggap na magkasintahan. Iyon ay ang gumawa ng paraan upang magbreak sila nang hindi nagdududa at nabibigla si Lola Celestina. “We just need to follow the right breakup formula.” aniya. “What?” “Heated arguments plus jealousy and misunderstanding minus communication and time, idagdag pa ang mga babae mo. That will surely equal to break up.” Okay na sana lahat. Ang problema maling equation ata ang nasusunod ni Paris. Imbes kasi na magkalabuan lang sila ay nahuhulog pa siya sa binata! Oo nga pala, hindi siya magaling sa Math!

Marizell Socorro Acevedo found refuge in bed with Teo, her fuckbuddy. Being with Teo between the sheets was a way for Marizell to cope with her father’s death. Naniniwala siya na hindi aksidente and pagkamatay ng kan’yang ama ngunit wala siyang ebidensiya na mapatunayan ‘yon. Kahit na dumaan ang dalawang taon kakahanap ng ebidensiya, wala siyang napapala. In the morning, she would tire herself looking for leads and at night, she would get comfortable with Teo. But despite the kiss and touches she’d exchange with Teo, she didn’t feel anything. Marizell already lost hope until they finally found a strong lead. Desperate for her father’s justice, she had let go of her relationship with Teo. It was just the sex she’s after so it wasn’t hard for her to let go. Handa na si Marizell para makamit ang hustisiya pero nang malaman na isang makapangyarihang pamilya ang nasa likod ng pagkamatay ng kan’yang ama, imposibleng makakamit niya ang hustisiya. The powerful and vicious Valleros were behind her father’s death. She knew too well that it’s impossible, they’d kill her before she could even file a case. But she doesn’t lose her hope, if she can’t get justice, then she has to get her revenge. She’s thirsty for justice but she never imagines she could be thirsty for revenge too. Everything was in alignment with her plan when she received a proposal from the Valleros. An arranged marriage with one of their heirs. In a blink, Marizell knew what she needs to do. Keeping her enemies closer would be easier for her to destroy them. She was ready until she met Teo again. But this time, he wasn’t her fuck buddy anymore. He’s Mateo Vallero, the ruthless of them all. And the worst, he’s her fiancé’s brother. Now, she’s confused and dumbfounded. Her plans crumbled every time she’d feel his touch. Now, she doesn’t know what she wants. Would it be revenge or him despite committing sin after sin with him?

I have been the Donna of the Smith family for nine years— but only in name. I took my deceased twin sister Lily’s place, raised her daughter Emma as my own, and lived beside a husband, David, who never once looked at me with love. For nine long years, I gave everything. Emma, however, only saw me as the woman who “killed her mother,” never knowing it was Lily who stole my marriage, my identity, and the man who was supposed to be mine. She pushed me in public, screamed that I was a murderer, and even used the gun I gifted her to shoot the only thing that brought me comfort—a tiny bird I’d been nursing back to health. And David… David, the man I once loved with my whole heart, couldn’t hide the coldness in his eyes. Every time he looked at me, I could feel Lily’s shadow standing between us. So I made a decision. If this family wanted Lily so badly— then they could have her ghost. I would leave the Smith estate, the title of Donna, the child who hated me, and the man who never wanted me. But the night I packed my bags, David suddenly appeared in the doorway, blocking my path— his eyes no longer cold, but afraid. As if he had finally realized what losing me truly meant.

Zoriana Gregory, a young woman of about 22 years, shares her secrets, dreams, her life experiences and desires about her future husband with her diary. Her fantasy of her ideal future husband soon turns reality when her diary somehow falls in the hand of someone she never thought she'd meet again after many long years. Her first love... Liam Whyte Liam visits his country again after closely 11 years, now a grown up and a successful young man. While on his quest to finding his childhood friends again, he came upon a diary during his meeting with an acquaintance of his brother. NOTE: THIS IS THE SYNOPSIS OF THE FIRST BOOK IN THIS ANTHOLOGY. AND IT IS TITLED 'DIARY OF ZORIANNA' IT WAS, A BEAUTIFUL BREAKUP; Is simply a collection of several short stories, combined into one. Each book in the anthology is a standalone.