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For three years, I played the humble housewife to protect Gabriel’s ego, secretly using my power as the Pearl Group’s heiress to build his empire from the shadows. But at his victory gala, the man I made a King crowns another Queen—the woman who abandoned him when he was broke. "While others were just present," Gabriel sneers, his arm around his ex, "Anna was the fire behind my success." He thinks my silence was weakness. He thinks his contract was earned by merit. He’s about to find out that the humble woman he sidelined owns the very stage he’s standing on. I’m done being your sun, Gabriel. Enjoy the darkness—because by morning, I’m taking the light with me.

At the company holiday party raffle, I'd barely stepped on stage when my superior, Victor Grant, shoved a crumpled slip into my hand. "Special prize for our top sales guy. Go on, open it. Let's show everyone." All eyes were on me as I unfolded it. Scrawled across the paper: [VIP janitor status unlocked—every toilet in the company, three days.] The room lost it—laughter everywhere. Victor crossed his arms, grinning. "Fair, right? Everyone knows you climbed the ranks hooking up with rich cougars. Gotta avoid hard feelings for the others, yeah? While the rest of us take a break, you can get busy. You're not gonna back out, are you?" The crowd cracked up. My girlfriend—and CEO—Rachel Sullivan stood off to the side, watching. Didn't say a word. Everyone waited for me to explode. Instead, I just nodded. Next day, over 300 refund requests hit. Cash flow flatlined. Victor and Rachel begged me to talk the buyers down. I shrugged. "Nah. Don't wanna save the company and make my performance too good. That'd just cause more ' hard feelings,' right?"

When Eric Sutton—my charming CEO husband—found out I handed a million-dollar project to his assistant Vivien Cheney, he figured his three months of radio silence had finally broken me. Suddenly, he's all, "Let's go to Iceland for our honeymoon!" Vivien heard and threw a fit. Threatened to quit. Classic. Eric, who treated her like royalty, freaked out. After three days of begging, he bailed on the trip—said it was for "work"—then handed her my ticket. Later, he shrugged it off. "Romance's petty. Work comes first. You're my wife. You get it, right?" Right. I just stared at Vivien's new post: a couples selfie—cheek to cheek, hands shaped like a heart. I didn't say a word. Just nodded. Eric thought I was finally playing the role: calm, supportive, mature. Promised an even better honeymoon when he got back. Too bad I'd already quit. Too bad he'd already signed the divorce papers. We were done.

After my husband, Joseph Adams, hired thugs to smash my taco stand again, I pushed the destroyed remains to his company’s anniversary banquet. Joseph had his arm around his little secretary, Monica Martin, when he announced that she would soon be joining the company’s management team. I pressed the horn and called out, “Tacos for sale to support my husband’s mistress—three thirty a piece!” Amid the stunned and bewildered stares of the crowd, Joseph’s brows twisted into a deep frown.

Two people hiding their true identities; one, a prince and the other, a multi-skilled con artist—a royal recipe for disaster. Lu only knows that Felix is wealthy and important and has a British accent that could get any woman in his bed, but she doesn't know he's a prince. She's sent undercover to dupe him for all he's worth while Felix thinks he's finally found the love of his life and future queen in one person, which is one of the requirements for him to become king—a position he's not sure he even wants. What happens when they find out they are both hiding their true identities? They are both on a mission, but at the end of the day, only one of them will deliver.

"asan ako!!.wait ...gosh ..awws aray!" dahang tumumayo si Zaira pababa sa kama .Hindi niya matandaan ang nangyari lahat kagabi ang tanging naalala niya lang ay nagkayayaan silang mag bar ng mga kaibigan niya dahil ang isa sa kanila ay broken dahil hindi siya umiinum ng alak ay naimpluwensyahan siya ng mga kaibigan na maparami ng inum .Hanggang doon lang ang naalala niyang pangyayari. Pagsipat niya sa banyo ay nakailaw ito dahil ang pintuan nito ay puting salamin. "awww ..hindi na ako virgin!" nangingiyak niyang pinulot ang nagkalat na damit sa sahig. "panty ko !!" mas umiyak siya sa nakitang panty nito na sirang sira. "sino ka bang lalaki ka at ang hars mong tanggalin sirain tong panty ko!" masamang tingin ang pinukol niya sa banyo at nagmadaling sinuot ang kanyang dress .Nanlalamig ang kanyang pagkababae dahil s hangin na pumapasok nito mula sa ibaba wala siyang panty kaya medyo ilang siyang maglakad lalo masakit ang kanyang pagkababae. Kinuha niya ang mahabang coat ng lalaki at inamoy. "not bad..andito sa pinas pero naka coat ..ano siya billionaire!" bilis siyang lumabas mula sa kwarto at bilis lumabas. Tumingala siya at nakita ang " Romantic Hotel" alinlangan siyang napangiwi. Nakasakay siya agad ng taxi. Paglabas mi Kyler sa banyo ay nadatnan ng wala ang babaeng pinagsawahan niya. Natuwa siya sa babae dahil virgin pa ito at aggresibo din. "pwedeng malaman name ng babaeng regalo niyo sa akin?".Bungad niya sa kausap "bro sorry .Akala namin nakarating yung babaeng regalo namin sayo hindi pala Naaksidente si Mika kaya hindi siya nakarating .I dont know her!" .lumunok siya at huminga ng malalim. Pinulot niya ang sirang panty ng babae at natawa siya dito. "hahanapin kita " bulong ng kanyang isip.

The night before our wedding, my fiancee, Winona Yale, sleeps with her first love. He tells her he has cancer and wants to lose his virginity before he dies, and she agrees to fulfill his dying wish. Later that night, I, Liam Parker, receive photos of them together in bed. I laugh coldly and text back, "If she's that much of a saint, she's all yours." The next morning, I cancel the wedding and announce a party to celebrate staying single. Winona panics, showing up in her white dress with red-rimmed eyes. Her voice shakes as she sobs. "You don't want to marry me anymore?"

On the day of my wedding gown fitting, a stranger burst into the VIP suite and stabbed me with a knife. “You think you deserve a dress this expensive after stealing someone else’s man?” She tore at the delicate fabric of my skirt. Then, with a twisted smile, she hurled a bottle of acid at me. The blade was buried in my lower abdomen. The pain drove me to my knees. She grabbed my hair and yanked my head up. “Gerald’s my husband! What are you? You’re nothing but a mistress who can’t even be seen with him in public!” Blood dripped down my fingers. That was when it finally sank in. The man I had been with for seven years had been keeping another woman by his side. “What’re you staring at? Even if I kill you, with my husband’s influence, no one will dare touch me!” Staring at her smug face, I pulled out my phone with hands slicked in blood and called my brother. “Matt…” My voice was unnervingly calm. “Come pick me up at the bridal shop. And please inform the Hoover family that the engagement is off.”

I returned home after studying abroad for three years, only to find that my brother’s girlfriend had brought her entire family to live in my mansion. The moment they saw me, they pinned me against the floor. "How dare you! Call him your sweetheart, spend his money, and now you're here to take my mansion? " When I saw the girlfriend’s crazed antics, I was shocked. “Who did you say owns the mansion?” “It’s my boyfriend’s, but it’ll be mine sooner or later. It has nothing to do with you.” With her parents, she yanked off the ancient pendant on my neck and crushed my heirloom bracelet. They even tied up my limbs, put me on the table, and positioned me in a humiliating pose to post online. Her brother pinned my legs down and reached under my shirt…

In Reychelle City, a contest was held to crown the most beautiful woman. After my cousin scarred my face, she seized first place with ease. What she never expected was that this year's contest wasn't for fame; it was to select the future wife of the Third Prince, a ruthless, bloodthirsty eunuch. That very afternoon, gifts poured in by the cartload. My betrothed panicked. That night, he tore up our engagement contract and carried my cousin into the bridal chamber. The next day, she trailed her lacquered fingertips across my cheek and sneered, "Alicia, with your ruined face, who would ever want you? Perhaps the beggar at the street corner might take you in." I caught her wrist, let out a cold laugh, and said, "Who told you I would marry a beggar?" Before her stunned eyes, I pushed open my parents' chamber doors. "Mom, since Maggie doesn't wish to be the prince's consort… let me take her place." Three years later, before the eyes of a shocked court, the Third Prince entered the grand hall with me at his side, with two children in tow. No one had foreseen it. This body of mine, blessed with the rarest gift of fertility, was the perfect match for a man believed incapable of siring heirs.