June 21 Sign

My husband's first love jumped to her death due to depression and landed right on me as I was passing by. I was rendered unconscious on the spot and subsequently rushed to the ICU. However, my orthopedic surgeon husband stayed by his first love's side to comfort her over her minor scratches. He even refused to sign my Critical Care Notification. "Whoever joined her charade can get lost along with her! Come to me when she's really dead!" he said. It wasn't until he received a death certificate that he realized in horror—the deceased's information was identical to mine.

THEY SAID NEVER..................... Jacob Bruce Crighton son of Devin Richard Crighton hated his father’s meddling ways especially in his personal life. The latter had already chosen his bride and had demanded a heir but Jake was not interested in getting married. Not now; not ever! He would show the old man what he was the only one deciding the outcome of his life. Enter Rachel Lloyd, the perfect match for Jacob or so her whole surrounding seem to think. The problem was she had a crush on Jacob during her teenage days and had been completely humiliated when the latter had not reciprocated her feelings. She would try her best to decide the way her life will turn out. As they get together to outrun the old man, they both found themselves attracted to each other and unable to get out of his trap. Will they succeed in thwarting his marriage plans or will they be stuck with each other forever? ...................AND ENDED UP WITH FOREVER

"Please don't do this to me, Marco. I didn't cheat you, believe me, please." "I don't know what else to say about our relationship, Katleah. Sign the divorce papers and get out of here before I lose my mind. I hope I don't forget who you are because if I do, I'll kill you as soon as I see your face when I get back." Marco began to walk away, but Katleah grabbed his legs and stopped him. "Let me go, Katleah. Don't wait for me to stamp you." Katleah's heart shattered after hearing what he said. He doesn't love her, so she has no reason to beg. "Marco! I don't understand why you are so quick to trust other people over me. I thought you were in love with me. You always tell me that you can't lose me in your life, but as soon as you see my naked pictures, which I don't know who sent you, you forget all your promises? You want me to explain it to you, but what good will that do if you're unwilling to open your mind and accept what I'm saying? You're such a cruel person to love, babe! Knowing how simple it was for you to love me back then made me realize how simple it would be for you to leave me now. But I don't blame you; if that's what you want, I'm ready to disappear from your life." After seven years, Katleah returned on a private plane as a renowned surgeon, a billionaire heiress, and the devoted mother of two adorable 6-year-old twins. Will she be able to exact her revenge, or will love triumph between them?

June Skylar would have wished to be anything at all, anything, even an actress if that was possible but she ended up running three jobs which leads to her meeting billionaire CEO, Michael Stahom who offers her a shot at settling her issues but at a cost that seemed more demoralizing than being a stripper at a night club. Joggling the weight of taking care of his daughter and battling his brothers for his company, Michael Stahom had enough on his plate but it seemed he could add one more item to his list when he gets mesmerized by an amber masked stripper. A stripper and a billionaire seemed like an unlikely duo but Michael was determined to prove to June that even a business contract could lead to a lifelong commitment and besides it was a win win for both of them, there wasn't any reason to resist, was there?

#PROLOGUE #LA_REUNION_DE_SON_PERE Une mauvaise succession peut faire abattre une série de malheurs à plusieurs générations d'une famille. Alors lorsque l'un des notables les plus importants du village MBAKOU tombe, pour ses confrères, l'heure n'est plus à demander l'avis du successeur, qu'il a désigné avant sa mort... Revenu au Cameroun pour le deuil de son père, Rolis va se voir confier la succession de son père contre sa volonté. Entre traditions, principes, sorcellerie, religion et amour, Rolis sera-t-il capable d'assumer toutes les responsabilités de ce titre sacré ? À suivre

My husband died in a fire trying to save me, leaving behind a mountain of debt and a newborn child. I worked hard to pay off the debt while raising the child, only to unintentionally discover that my husband hadn’t died at all. Instead, he was sleeping with my cousin. “Honey, you’re so clever. You transferred all the company funds and faked your death, leaving that stupid wife of yours to shoulder all the debt. “She’s so clueless that she doesn’t even realize the son she’s raising isn’t hers, that I swapped him out. Once she’s done paying off the debts, the three of us can live a great life together.” I silently sneered, pretending I knew nothing, and continued to raise the child. Twenty years later, my son returned home after studying abroad. The company went public in New York. On the day of the IPO, my cousin appeared arm in arm with my husband, holding a paternity test. “Claire, your husband never died. We’ve been together all these years. Alex is my son. Now that you’ve been his mother for so long, isn’t it time to return him to me?” My husband also presented a divorce agreement. “I built this company from scratch. It’s premarital property. Sign the divorce papers, walk away with nothing, and you can leave now.” I smiled and told him, “I’ve prepared a special gift for you too. I wonder if you’ll like it."

สาวการตลาดศตวรรษที่ 21 จับพลัดจับผลูมาเข้าร่างสาวบ้านนาที่มีย่าใจร้าย วันดีคืนดีไปเจอหนุ่มหล่อบาดเจ็บจึงเก็บกลับบ้านอย่างไม่เต็มใจ สาวน้อยจะช่วยครอบครัวอย่างไรมาดูกัน

It was an arranged marriage. She tried her best to please him and make him love her! But what's his problem?!. He's ruthless, arrogant, powerful and even cruel! When he brought home an elegant lady and married her, his action forced his arranged-marriage wife to sign the divorce papers in tears and run away from him. Unfortunately, when his arranged-marriage wife left, she got into an accident and lost almost all her memories!, She left the country and returned 5 years later as a powerful lady– admired by all! But, why was this possessive and powerful CEO chasing after her– and saying nonsense like; “Stop pretending not to know me, Vivianne!”. She doesn't know him, so, what's his problem?!.

The Goddess weaved their fate. It is now up to the Luna to strengthen the threads. ... Recent graduate Saira Malivik has her future all planned out; Go home and inherit her father's pack. Wait for her soulmate to come her way and lift her off her feet. Because she has zero faith in the resilience of a chosen mate bond, she never dated a man up to this date. Already 21 and going on 22, the pressure on her increases as the end of the year arrives. Shadows stalk her, while nightmares haunt her dreams. So when Einas Raed, the Lycan Commander of the Pacific Sea, turns out to be her goddess' chosen mate, she leaps at chance to escape her demons, poorly indisposed to mingle with his arrogant species and seemingly gentle Chosen Luna? Not exactly who she claims to be, how will she with this unexpected situation? Join us on this journey to find out!

I married Rafe Maretti—the man who owned the Maretti Casino empire. Sophisticated, ruthless, but sinfully charming. By year three of our marriage, I introduced my little sister to his nephew, Adam Moretti—twenty-five, all sharp smiles and sharper ambition. He ran the dirtier side of the family’s business—arms, drugs, the kind of trade that dripped blood and money in equal parts. I married the powerful, irresistible uncle. She married the young, dangerous nephew. It was supposed to be our fairytale. Then one day, I got kidnapped in Rafe’s casino. Snatched by a rival mafia family desperate to force Rafe to sign over one of his biggest, most profitable casinos. Except Rafe didn’t answer the phone or even notice I was gone. The kidnappers grew impatient. First, it was slaps. Then punches. Then they shattered my leg and buried a knife in my stomach. Still no word from my husband. Until finally, after what felt like a hundred unanswered calls, a single message came through. "I’m with Bianca. She’s having a stomach. Stop calling." Once the kidnappers realized I had no value, they dumped me in a rotting warehouse like discarded luggage. It was Isla, my sister, who found me. She got me out. And then the brakes failed. The car spun out. Isla went unconscious beside me. I tried calling Adam. Isla’s husband. But as soon the call went through, all I could hear was. “Leave me along. Isla, I am in the middle of something here.” When I clearly heard a woman’s voice in the back. If not for a passing stranger, Isla and me wouldn’t have made it to the hospital, let along have survived. So when I opened my eyes again, the first thing I thought was: I’m divorcing that sorry bastard. The Maretti can go to hell.