Janet Jackson And Mason Lowry

During my graduation trip, my friends and I go on a road trip to the plateau. That's when I get afflicted with altitude sickness. As dark spots begin to form in my vision, I realize that my anti-sickness medication, which can definitely save my life, has been swapped for ibuprofen instead. I'm about to start demanding answers from the group when my fiance, Zayden Lowry, stops me. "Sorry, Noelle. I've given your imported medication to Erica. You should take some ibuprofen and try to ride out your sickness for the time being." I clutch the box of ibuprofen, already finding it difficult to breathe. "So, you're just going to make me wait for my death after taking ibuprofen, huh?" Zayden frowns deeply at me. "How could you say that? Erica is frail, but you shouldn’t curse her like that! "This trip is meant for us to enjoy Mother Nature's beauty, not an opportunity for you to show off your expensive medication! "My mom is right. You really need to change that spoiled temperament of yours. If not, I won't be able to afford your expenses, seeing as you're the frail type who collapses over the slightest inconvenience." I no longer pay Zayden any attention. Using what's left of my strength, I send my dad a text. "Dad, send someone here to take me home. Also, you can terminate the collaboration between our company and Zayden's."

One drunken night and a $5 casino chapel - that's all it took to turn Ava Jensen's life completely upside down. When the struggling single mom wakes up next to a naked billionaire stranger with a gigantic mansion and a vindictive ex-fiancée hell-bent on destroying him, Ava realizes her biggest mistake is only just beginning. Jackson Reynolds may be obscenely rich, ridiculously handsome, and thousands of miles out of Ava's little blue-collar world, but he needs her sham marriage to protect his tech empire. At least, that's what he claims. The infuriating alpha male is all too happy to consummate their fake vows at every turn, stoking Ava's hatred...and an alarming, traitorous lust. But as Ava is dragged deeper into Jackson's glittering,sinful world of prosecco and corporate intrigue, she must decide whether their irreversible union is truly an unavoidable sham, or the greatest luck of her life. Can she trust the magnetic billionaire who invaded her life and body so completely? Or is she heading for the ultimate billionaire wife disaster?

The Moretti Family's Thanksgiving party was in full swing downstairs—crystal clinks, fake laughs, classic mafia gloss. Meanwhile, I was curled up in a servant's room on the third floor. Jackson Moretti's wife. Legally, anyway. My hands were ice. I gripped the ultrasound report like it could anchor me. Three heartbeats. Strong, steady. It was supposed to be a surprise—his big Thanksgiving gift. To the outside world, Jackson was a polished Stanford grad, running a top-tier consulting firm in San Francisco. But behind the scenes? He ran the Moretti empire—cold, calculated, pulling strings in the West Coast's darkest corners. Three years of marriage and we barely spoke, but I still clung to the hope that maybe... maybe there was something real left. Then I heard him downstairs. "You really not letting your wife come down?" "Isabella?" He laughed. "She'd kill the vibe." Another voice chimed in. "Lina's back, right? Wild you married her twin. Which one do you actually like?" Jackson didn't miss a beat. "Isabella's just a stand-in. Quiet. Predictable. I could tell her to drop dead and she'd say 'okay.'" "So when are you ditching her?" "Dunno. She thinks she matters. I'm just playing her." I slapped a hand over my mouth to muffle the sob. A minute later, I was heading downstairs, numb. I brushed my fingers over my belly. "Sorry, babies," I whispered. Triplets. His. He thought I was blind. Weak. Stuck. What he didn't know? A quiet woman, once she snaps—she can burn it all down.

My husband and his twin brother get into an accident during a test drive. To protect his older brother, my husband is thrown from the car and dies on the spot. Hearing the news of his death, I, four months pregnant, collapse in tears outside the hospital morgue. When I come to, I overhear my sister-in-law, Gloria Quinn’s voice outside the door. "Mason, are you sure Celine won't find out about this?" Mason? Isn't that my husband, who died in the crash? A familiar male voice replies, "Gloria, you're the one I truly love. If I hadn't mistaken Celine for you that drunken night, I'd never have let you end up with Jason. Celine loves me so much and is carrying my child. "If I take on Jason's identity and look after her, I swear she'll never leave me. Then, all her family's money will be ours." I smirk coldly as I listen to their conversation. He cheats on me, yet expects me to keep his child? Since he's already "dead", he's lost everything.

"How much did Ashley pay you for that night?" "Who's Ashley?" William asked. "I... I mean... the woman who paid you and asked you to sleep with me that night." William turned his head and looked at Valeria emotionless, "I don't get it. What the hell are you thinking about?" William was speechless. How could there be such a handsome and rich pimp like him in the world? ****************************** "Valeria Brown was the only daughter of the Brown family, which was rather rich. But her bestie Ashley and Ashley's mom planned to take everything from her. Also, Mason, who had been dated with Valeria for four years, cheated on her. Valeria caught Mason making out with Ashley in the car! But Ashley never felt ashamed, instead, she drugged Valeria and asked a pimp to take her virginity. A stranger saw through all of this and chased the pimp away. Valeria woke up and found this hot stranger lying next to her. She was annoyed when Ashley told her that man was the pimp. But actually, this stranger who got rid of the pimp and slept with Valeria was the richest CEO..."

Warning!! Cerita hanya karangan penulis semata. Harap bijak dalam membaca. Terima kasih. Annabella dan Logan Mason, dua dunia yang berbeda mencoba menyatukan rasa.  Logan setuju menikah  dengannya. Dua orang yang saling membutuhkan, namun terjebak dengan perasaan yang tidak bisa mereka hindari. Perasaan Logan yang sepenuhnya dari awal hanya dimiliki oleh Ann.

As a child, Elaina Mason lost her parents to the darkness. Orphaned, the girl was taken in by the brethren, raised to be one of their elite. Now at twenty-two, Elaina is no longer that same, weak child who could only watch as everything she loved went up in flame and ash. She comes forth with the help of her comrades to protect what she now holds dear and wreaks vengeance and havoc against the dark days ahead.

“Relax. It was meaningless. It didn’t mean a thing.” Three years. That’s how long Lena Carter loved Evan Brooks—three years of loyalty, late nights, and believing she was building a future with him. Until she finds him in a hotel suite bathroom, hands braced against marble, whispering excuses while her cousin—and closest friend—fixes her lipstick in the mirror. All this happens during Lena’s promotion celebration. Lena should be home, crying into cheap wine and shattered dreams. Instead, she’s stranded on a quiet Los Angeles street at midnight, phone dead, heels in hand, with a group of drunk men circling closer than comfort allows. Then a black luxury sedan pulls up. The man who steps out wears a tailored suit, calm eyes, and an authority that makes the street go silent. Mason Hart. Billionaire. Tech CEO. And—unknown to him—the elusive owner of the company where Lena works as an executive assistant two floors below the C-suite. He offers her a ride. She hesitates. She takes it. That single decision rewrites her life. Mason doesn’t mix business with emotions. He doesn’t date employees. And he definitely doesn’t rescue strangers with haunted eyes. But Lena’s quiet strength, the way she refuses pity, the way pain sharpens her instead of breaking her—it gets under his skin. Lena just wants to forget the man who betrayed her. Mason offers distraction. Protection. Desire without promises. But Evan refuses to let go, spreading lies and suddenly desperate to “fix things.” Her cousin is determined to destroy what little Lena has left. And the closer Lena grows to the powerful CEO who signs her company’s paychecks, the more dangerous her heart becomes. Because falling for a billionaire who doesn’t believe in love might hurt worse than betrayal.

So... Lagi siyang nandito sa lugar na to? Since when... Kailan pa nila ako niloloko? As they turned to leave, I struggled, screamed, but they didn't look back. "Tulong!" "Jackson, Pakiusap lumingon ka. Nandito ako!" My eyes cried out for help, even in my helplessness, but no one turned around. Betrayed and abandoned, I'm paralyzed by the impossible choice of what to prioritize. "I'm so helpless." Therra Mina Miller thought she had finally found the love she always wanted. But her seemingly perfect life with Jackson Park, the heir to Astine Corporation, was nothing more than a cruel illusion created by her greedy family. Their dream wedding was just a way to further their own selfish desires. Ang pagtataksil ng kanyang stepsister na si Nicole Smith kay Jackson, at ang lihim na relasyon nito sa kanyang fiancé, ay nagdulot kay Mina ng matinding sakit at pagkadismaya. Sa gitna ng kanyang paghihirap, isang lihim na relasyon ang umusbong sa pagitan nina Mina at Matthias Park, ang foster father ni Jackson. Their relationship became her strength, driving her to stand on her own and break free from her family’s control. She swore to succeed on her own terms, refusing to let her family’s power shape her future. Her success became the ultimate sweet revenge, exposing Nicole’s lies and taking back her life. Pero paano kung ang inaakala niyang katapusan ng kanyang paghihirap mula sa pang-aabuso ng mga nasa paligid niya ay simula pa lang—the beginning of a truth about herself she never knew? Mananatili ba siyang kalmado, o maghihiganti sa mga taong dapat managot?

At my best friend's wedding, a girl lunged forward and caught the bouquet—only for it to slip from her hands and land squarely in my arms. My best friend, Lauren Walker, beamed at me. "Madison, looks like you're the next bride." The guests exchanged knowing glances and turned toward my boyfriend of eight years—Mason Ryder, the CEO of the Ryder Group. But he calmly plucked the bouquet from my hands and casually passed it to the girl standing beside me—his secretary, Natalie Carter. "She caught it first." He ruffled my hair, his voice gentle. "Be good. Give it back to Natalie for now. We'll wait for the next time." The spotlight—and the guests' attention—shifted with the bouquet, settling on Natalie. I looked at her startled yet shy expression, then rested a hand on my stomach and forced a bitter smile. Mason didn't know there wouldn't be a next time. Our eight-year promise had already come to an end, and we still hadn't taken the step into marriage. And I had already promised my parents, who were royalty, that next week, I would leave and return to Montelvia to inherit the family legacy.