Instant Mommy

As soon as I saw her, I knew I had to have her. I thought this Vegas fundraiser was going to be boring—another obligation to keep the family business alive. Wrong. I don’t remember a thing about the night we spent together, other than how good she felt against me, like she was made for me. We woke up the next morning with more than we bargained for—wedding rings. Too bad I don’t believe in true love. I’d feel bad about it, but she’s got a strong opinion of me too. I’m a perpetual bachelor from her perspective. Great. Crazy enough, this could work out for both of us. I need someone to keep my traditional Greek family from nagging me about settling down, and she could use some cash for reasons she doesn’t want to share. I know a good deal when I see one. And if she wants to end up in my bed all over again, all the better…

“Zhia, listen carefully to them...” Ipinakita nila sa akin through presentation ang portfolio ni Sean at halos... Wow. Napanganga ako at yung tipong natulog pa ba ang lalaking to sa loob ng 17 years at 17 years lang! Oh my Ghad! “All of the businesses are legally operated.” Napalingon ako kay Sean... “Sorry.” yun na lang nasambit ko dahil alam ko malulugi siya dahil sa trilliones na nawala. “ I don't accept Sorry Zhia. It's just a playing safe words. I hate that single word. So, since sinabi ko na din yan. Don't ever mention it again. I think pumirma ka na.” Napatingin ako sa papel. Oh my na pinanlakihan ko ng aking mga mata. Sabay yakap sa folder at tingin na nakangiti kay Sean. “Hindi pa. Pakuha ka nang bagong kontrata dali.” Nang bigla niyang hawakan yung folder at tigasan kong niyakap. “Ano ba Sean! Ikaw tong di nakikinig eh! Di pa nga!” Pero mapilit talaga.hangang sa nakuha na niya. Tinignan nga niya...at hinarap ako na nakangiti... “You're already mine Zhia, kahit wala ang kontrata na ito.” sabi niya na di maalis sa labi niya ang ngiti.

I married a stranger to save my future. I didn’t know he’d already claimed my body, my secrets… and my past. Nova Camille Lawson signs a one-year marriage contract with a man she’s never met—cold, binding, and laced with desperation. It’s supposed to be business. No intimacy. No questions. Damian Drăghici doesn’t follow rules. He writes them. Tall, ruthless, and obscenely wealthy, Damian is a man of control and obsession. He knows Nova’s every curve, every sigh, every soft moan she’s ever made alone in her room… because he’s been watching her for years. Now, she’s in his mansion. His bed. His world. And the lines between protection and possession blur fast. As desire turns dangerous, Nova realizes she may not be surviving this marriage. She may be surrendering to it.

Akala ko tapos na ang gabi. Tahimik na ang buong bahay, pero hindi ang dibdib ko. Kagagaling lang namin sa isang party—hosted by his mother. Ang daming tao. Ang daming mata. Pero kahit na ipinakilala niya akong secretary lang, ramdam ko ang pag-aangkin sa bawat sulyap niya. Lalo na nang may lalaking lumapit sa akin. Lalo na nang ngumiti ako, kahit sandali. Doon ko siya nakita—yung paninigas ng panga, ang lalim ng tingin na parang babagsak ang langit. Kaya hindi na ako nagulat nang may kumatok. Malakas. Walang pasintabi. Pagbukas ko ng pinto, naroon siya. Si Cayden. Nakatayo sa dilim, may halong galit at silakbo sa mukha. Hindi siya nagsalita agad—dumiretso siya sa loob, isinara ang pinto, at hinila ako papunta sa kama. “Cayden, what are you—stop!” Nagpumiglas ako. Umiwas. Pero hinigpitan niya ang hawak sa braso ko. Lumuhod siya sa kama, pinilit akong mapahiga. At saka siya bumulong, malamig ang boses, pero parang nasusunog ako sa bawat salita. “Tonight, whether you like it or not… I’m going to claim you.” Nanlaki ang mata ko. Hindi ito tanong. Hindi ito pakiusap. Ito ang utos ng isang lalaking hindi kailanman tinanggihan. Hindi siya aalis. Hindi siya titigil. At ngayong gabi— Tatatakan niya ako ng pangalan niya. Kahit hindi ako handa.

Marry a stranger in thirty days. Stay married for one year. Inherit three billion dollars. Refuse, and lose everything. Elena Castellano is a broke art teacher in a dying Vermont mill town when a letter arrives that changes everything: she's the secret granddaughter of hotel empire matriarch Victoria Ashford. The grandmother she never knew has left her a fortune—with one impossible condition. She must marry Victoria's ruthless CEO grandson, Dominic Ashford, within thirty days. Dominic has spent fifteen years proving he deserves the Ashford legacy. He's built the empire into something even greater, sacrificed everything for the family name, and he's not about to lose it all to some small-town teacher who appeared out of nowhere. But Victoria's will is clear: marry Elena or lose everything. He'll do whatever it takes to secure his inheritance. Even if it means threatening everything Elena loves. Forced into a devil's bargain, Elena and Dominic enter a marriage that's pure warfare. She won't be bought. He won't be beaten. But as they're pulled deeper into the Ashford family's web of secrets and betrayals, the lines between enemy and ally begin to blur. Because Victoria's will wasn't just about money. It was a test. And someone in the family will do anything—including murder—to make sure they both fail. A forced marriage. A billion-dollar inheritance. And one year to survive each other.

My husband did not love me, and he certainly did not love our child. On the day our son was born, he did not even glance at him. He merely tossed him into my arms. Then, his first love came back from overseas. That night, the ever-cold Henry had gotten drunk for the first time. He even smiled as he held our child in his arms. Delighted, our son wrapped his little arms around my husband's neck and asked me in a soft voice, “Mommy, what’s wrong with Uncle?” I crouched down, pulling him into my embrace. My eyes reddened as I explained, “Uncle's favorite person came back, so we shouldn’t bother him anymore. We’re going to find a new home.”

Right after returning from a business trip, Cecelia Moore held her ultrasound report as she hurried to the private suite at the club. She was eager to surprise her husband, Francis Rivera. Just as she was about to open the door, she caught a few words drifting through the crack that stopped her cold. "…So, Fran, did you really marry Cecelia Moore just to protect Melody Green?" In that instant, every drop of blood in Cecelia's body seemed to freeze—she couldn't move.

Nuray is the only daughter to the Beta of her pack. After the death of her mother, her father and oldest brother become abusive towards her. But on the night of her 19th birthday party, she meets the man that could take her away from this life... King Connor of the werewolves goes to the birthday party and within an instant, he meets his mate, Nuray. Will he be able to help Nuray overcome her past or will everything become too much for both of them to handle? Only the Moon Goddess knows...

Mia, an 18 year old. Living a life no one should ever have to experience. Having an abusive father and a mother who would love her father no matter how many times he abused them. How will the MMA fighter who she felt an instant connection fit into her life? Having no choice but to escape her horrible life, leaving everything and everyone she knows behind. How will Mia be able to live on her own? Will Mia be able to leave her past life behind?

The doctor told me I had 72 hours left, unless I got access to the newest experimental treatment. However, there was only one slot available, and my husband Bowen Liddell gave it to my sister Yvonne Lawson instead. "Her kidney failure is more critical," he said. I nodded and swallowed the white pills that would only speed up my death. In the time I had left, I got a lot done. The lawyer's hand trembled as he passed me the documents. "Are you sure you want to transfer the two billion dollars in shares?" I replied, "Yes. Give them to Yvonne." My daughter, Candice Liddell, was giggling in Yvonne's arms. "Mommy Yvonne bought me a new dress!" I said, "It looks beautiful. Make sure you always listen to Mommy Yvonne, okay?" The art gallery I built from the ground up now had Yvonne's name on the sign. "You're too kind, Kathy," she said, crying. I told her, "You'll run it even better than I ever did." I even signed all my parents' trust fund away. That was when Bowen finally gave me his first genuine smile in years. "Kathleen, you've changed. You're not so aggressive anymore... You're beautiful like this." Indeed. This dying version of me finally became the 'perfect Kathleen Sullivan' in their eyes—obedient, generous, and no longer argumentative. The 72-hour countdown had already begun, and I couldn't help but wonder what they would remember when my heart stopped for good. The good wife who 'finally learned to let go', or the woman who completed her revenge by dying?