Jim And Claire

My husband, Harry Forger, who couldn’t have kids, got a college girl pregnant. He was thrilled and planned to keep it a secret until the baby was born, but I caught him red-handed at the hospital. I completely lost it and demanded to know how he could betray me after all I had done to land 10-billion-dollar deals for him. He just handed me divorce papers and said coldly, “You can’t give me a child, but Claire is already pregnant and needs someone to take care of her. I’m going to marry her and give her a real family. “Sign the papers. If we end things peacefully, you can still have a spot in the company.” I refused, and that’s when his revenge started. He had me thrown in prison and froze all my assets. In the end, he even tied my parents, who both had heart problems, to a drop tower ride. “Sign the divorce papers, and I’ll let them go. If you don’t sign, then watch them die up there.”

On my birthday, one of my husband’s subordinates leaned close to him and whispered in Russian, “Sasha has a surprise prepared for you tonight.” My husband smiled at me as he finished cutting my cake. Then, in the same language, he replied, “She has quite a few tricks in bed. I’ll see her later. “Just don’t let Madam find out, or I’m afraid I’ll get thrown out.” Everyone around laughed and assured keep it quiet. None of them knew that I’d been fluent in multiple languages since I was a child. What they also didn’t know was that I’d found the hidden phone he kept in the false drawer, where all the filthy videos of him and Sasha were saved. I didn’t confront him. Instead, I contacted a few remaining connections in the Vegas and had them prepare a new identity for me. In three days, Claire Vega would no longer exist, and he would never have me again.

"Hi, I’m Ethan Moore. You're mine from this moment onward," he declares, holding the car door open for her. “What?—” Elizabeth exclaims. “Get in the car,” Ethan commands, unfazed by her protest. “What—I don’t even know who you are—you think having a baritone voice can make you stand in front of me and spout rubbish from that godforsaken thing you call a mouth?!” Elizabeth's irritation is palpable. Ethan smirks. Nice, she’s got a sharp tongue—he likes sharp tongue. Turning to the nearest bodyguard, he orders, “get her in the car.” Meeting Elizabeth's gaze, he adds, “if she resists, throw her in the trunk.” .............................................. Pressured by his parents to marry, Ethan Moore is forced to kidnap a stranger. He offers her a deal to pose as his wife whenever necessary. *** All Elizabeth Claire wants is to escape the clutches of the crazed billionaire who kidnapped her. She tries various tricks to break free, but her attempts are thwarted when…

Steeve est un homme jeune, célibataire, riche et puissant, qui ne croit pas en l'amour. Il s'est engagé à rester célibataire jusqu'à ce qu'il croise le regard de cette jeune femme aux yeux bleus, à la peau naturellement claire, aux longs cheveux et surtout élégante. Steeve est confronté à une tentation irrésistible face à une créature d'une grande beauté. Malgré ses efforts pour ne pas se laisser submerger par ses émotions, il n'arrive pas à nier ce qu'il ressent. Cela dépasse sa volonté. Il se trouve ainsi pris dans un dilemme, ne sachant plus comment agir. Pendant combien de temps Steeve va-t-il lutter contre ses sentiments ? Doit-il enfreindre sa promesse ? Croyez-vous en l'amour ? Lisez chaque chapitre de cette histoire et vivez les montagnes russes de l'amour.

In the silence of the night, I stumbled upon a secret that changed everything in my marriage. My mafia husband was going to set me up in another man's bed on the night of our 5th anniversary, so that he could be with his old lover. CHAPTER 1# "Five years together, and it still feels like a dream," Daniel whispered, his breath tickling my ear as we danced in the middle of the crowd. I smiled, feeling like the luckiest woman alive. “I know exactly what you mean”. I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. “Happy anniversary emily” I turned around and saw my sister in law Claire holding a glass of wine and standing in front of me with her eyes filled with malice. I stared at the drink for a while, filled with shock and fear. If I hadn't checked my beloved husband's phone last, would I ever have imagined that he planned on drugging me and getting my nude video leaked online just so he could run back to his old lover.

What happens when the veil opens for someone it shouldn’t? Kaida St. Claire always thought she was just an ordinary girl, living quietly with her grandmother in a small town. But suddenly, on a day that marks the beginning of a sudden shift in the earth, she stumbles into a forest that shouldn't exist, the one that plagues her dreams, surrounded by tall trees and an ancient-looking building standing strong in the centre. Ashveil Pack. The veil that guards it has never opened for anyone, not in over a hundred years, without the Alpha’s permission. Yet, it doesn’t burn Kaida when she reaches the boundaries. Instead, it welcomes her. And the Alpha isn’t pleased. Alpha Kellan has lost a mate before and blames himself for it. He won’t taint the memories he has of her by accepting a second-chance mate, especially not with a girl with secrets in her blood. But the pull between them is undeniable. Dangerous. Kaida was never supposed to survive the purge of her bloodline. And now that she is back, seemingly clueless about who she is, every pack wants her dead. But more importantly, someone inside the Ashveil pack is already trying.

Ignazio Quirino's first marriage had to end because his wife Gretta died not long after giving birth due to cancer. Gretta's death broke Ignazio's heart, so he chose to run away from his family, leaving behind a baby he never even named. Five years it was passed. Due to Ignazio's father's health condition, Antony Quirino, Ignazio finally returned. Still, he did not dare to show himself because he felt too ashamed of his selfish actions in the past. Meanwhile, Mrs. Claire Quirino asked Olivia Grint, the girl she had trusted to look after her grandson, to help Ignazio get close to Gianna, whose biological daughter is now five. But who would have thought that Ignazio and Olivia would be attracted to each other? Not to mention the presence of the late Gretta's sister, who suddenly claims she is more suitable as a mother for Hanna, a new problem for Ignazio and Olivia's love, which has just grown. Who will Ignazio choose? Olivia or his late wife's sister?

I'm bound to a rebound system by nature. Everyone who has come up with rumors about me will receive backlash in return. When I was in high school, a male classmate had spread rumors about me being a prostitute who had intimate relations with a few old men. That very same day, he was taken away by a dozen or so old men and was modified into a gigolo himself. When I was in college, my boyfriend's childhood friend spread rumors about me being the female lead in porno videos. That night, all of the available porno videos on the Internet featured her as the female lead. Since then, no one dares to gossip about me. That is, until I'm reunited with the wealthy Hartley family, which happens to be my biological family. The fake heiress, Claire Hartley, takes my hand while adopting a friendly expression. "Hey Amanda, I heard that you got pregnant out of wedlock and gave birth to a murderer's child. Now that you're back, why didn't you bring the baby home with you? "We're a family, after all. We won't look down on you."

Le jour où Jeanne Vidal et Clément Weyland ont fêté leurs cinq ans de mariage, Claire Lefèvre, la femme que Clément n'avait jamais vraiment oubliée, est rentrée de l'étranger. Le soir même, Jeanne a trouvé Clément enfermé dans la salle de bain, en train de se caresser en chuchotant le prénom de Claire. Là, elle a compris pourquoi, en cinq ans, il ne l'avait jamais touchée. « Jeanne, Clio est revenue seule. Elle traverse une période difficile. Je fais juste ce qu'un ami ferait. » Elle : « D'accord. » « Jeanne, j'ai promis à Claire de l'accompagner sur une île pour son anniversaire. Je respecte juste ce que j'ai dit à l'époque. » Elle : « Très bien. » « Jeanne, pour ce gala, j'ai besoin de quelqu'un qui tienne vraiment la route. Et Clio correspond mieux à ce rôle que toi. » Elle : « Vas-y. » Quand Jeanne n'a plus crié, n'a plus pleuré, n'a plus fait le moindre reproche, c'est là que Clément a commencé à s'inquiéter. « Jeanne, pourquoi tu ne te mets plus en colère ? » Pourquoi ? Parce qu'elle allait partir. Fatiguée d'un mariage qui ne menait plus à rien, Jeanne a appris l'anglais en secret, a passé l'IELTS en cachette et a envoyé ses dossiers de candidature pour partir étudier à l'étranger. Le jour où son visa a été validé, elle a posé un dossier de divorce sur la table. « Ne plaisante pas, Jeanne. Sans moi, tu comptes survivre comment ? » Elle n'a rien répondu. Elle a pris son billet d'avion dans la foulée et a disparu de la vie de Clément. La seule nouvelle qu'il a eue d'elle, c'était une vidéo qui faisait le buzz sur les réseaux : Jeanne, en rouge vif, dansant sous le ciel d'un autre pays. Il a serré les dents. « Jeanne, même au bout du monde, je viendrai te récupérer. »

El día de mi cumpleaños, yo, Luna García, y mi hermana adoptiva Susana García sufrimos un accidente automovilístico. Las llamas ya me habían consumido, pero mi prometido, Manuel Sánchez, señaló el asiento del copiloto y gritó a los socorristas: —¡Salven a Susana primero! ¡Tiene un problema cardíaco! Al despertar, mi rostro estaba desfigurado y los médicos me dieron un mes de vida como máximo. Más tarde, por el bien de los intereses de ambas familias, todos decidieron que Susana se casaría en mi lugar con mi prometido. Manuel, con el corazón apretado, acarició los vendajes que cubrían mi cara y me hizo una promesa: —Cuando te mejores, la posición de señora Sánchez seguirá siendo tuya. Yo acepté con una sonrisa. Incluso regalé, como obsequio prenupcial para ella, todas mis acciones, propiedades y las obras de arte que no había revelado al público. Gracias a mis pinturas, ella se convirtió en una artista renombrada, admirada por todos. Durante una entrevista con los periodistas, nuestra madre, Irene Jiménez, lloró emocionada: —¡Menos mal que no le pasó nada a ella en el accidente! ¡Si no, nuestra familia habría perdido a una genia! Manuel también anunció a los cuatro vientos que ella sería la única y legítima esposa de la familia Sánchez. Lo que no sabían era que la verdadera genia los observaba desde las sombras, con una mirada gélida. Y todas aquellas cosas que yo misma les había regalado, desde el principio, no fueron más que ofrendas que preparé para mi venganza.