Kpop Bodyguards

"Thirty million" I heard a male voice echo round the walls of the hall which silenced everyone. Who would bid that high just to buy me? "Thirty million dollars" the male voice spoke up once again, a young man striding confidently forward like he owned the very building with his bidding card raised up. He was eighty percent taller than everyone in attendance. I sucked in breath at his refined but cold appearance. His tuxedo hugged his body and showed of his impeccable muscles. His dark long hair was slick and let to fall, not a single strand out of place. He had the profile of a greek God but his features lacked warmth and empathy. His brown steel eyes burrowed into mine, a look of disgust on his face for me. "Sold!" the chairman hit the gavel on the table after a brief moment of silence since no one else was willing to bid higher. A wave of ovation took the hall, men chattering amongst themselves and whistling. "Get her ready and bring her to me" he pivoted and sharply ordered one of the armed bodyguards standing close to the podium. He owns me now. **** When a ruthless mafia lord bids for an innocent girl, can her innocense survive in the abyss of his darkness?

Nagmula si Yannie Ace Ruiz sa isang simple at payak na pamilya. Pangalawa siya sa limang magkakapatid. Wala sa bokabularyo niya ang pagkakaroon ng kasintahan, sapagkat abala siya sa kanyang pag-aaral ng mabuti, pag-aalaga ng mga kapatid, at pagtulong sa kanyang mga magulang. Bukod sa mga nabanggit ay abala rin siya sa pagiging fan girl ng 4SBLUE. Mahal na mahal niya ang nasabing banda at masayang-masaya siya sa tuwing napapanood ang mga ito. Kaya naman kuntento na siya at ayos lang sa kanya kung wala siyang nobyo 'di tulad ng kanyang mga kaibigan. But, not until he met Josh Rain Montez. Nakilala niya ang binata dahil sa naging online slash virtual friend niya na fan din ng 4SBLUE at iba pang mga kpop group. At mula nang ipagkatiwala niya ang puso niya rito ay nagbago na ang takbo ng kanyang buhay. Ang dating simple at payapa, ay nagkaroon na ng kakaibang gulo at saya. Malayong-malayo kasi ito sa inaasahan niya. Mayaman ang binata, nag-iisang anak, famous, habulin ng mga babae, gwapo, talented, sweet, at possessive pagdating sa kanya! Pakiramdam niya ay napakahaba ng kanyang buhok dahil patay na patay ito sa kanya. Na kahit hadlangan sila ng sibat o anomang bagyo ay nakahanda nitong ipaglaban ang pagmamahal para sa kanya. 'Yong dating sa mga libro lang niya nababasa, o 'di kaya'y sa mga drama sa telebisyon lang niya napapanood, ay nangyayari ngayon sa kanya. Will their love win overall?

In my previous life, my brother Elliot Quinn's close female friend, Ava Sutton, told him she wanted to camp on the mountaintop and watch the stars. Wanting privacy, he took all the bodyguards from home with him. Unexpectedly, the rival whom Elliot had once humiliated took the opportunity to break into the house seeking revenge. My pregnant sister-in-law fought to protect me with everything she had, while my three-year-old nephew got hurt badly trying to save me. I called Elliot over and over, begging him to come home. Knowing that the situation at home was urgent, he had no choice but to leave Ava Sutton behind and rush back. Elliot's rival was captured, but from the mountaintop came terrible news. Ava had vanished after sending her last message. "I know your sister and wife have been waiting for me to die. Well, they got what they wanted." Elliot coldly deleted the message and told me not to overthink it. Afterward, Dad punished him, and he lost control of the family business. But after the corporate gala, while I was in the backyard, Elliot killed me mercilessly. His face was cold and cruel as he said, "You're the one who made me come back. That's why Ava died. Go and make amends to her!" When I open my eyes again, the front gate of the villa echoes with the voice of Elliot's rival.

My wife, Ivy Hart, is about to give birth to the baby she conceived with Toby Clayton, her first love. Her parents hire ten bodyguards to stand guard outside the delivery room. Cora Norris, Ivy's mother, takes Ivy's hand and remarks, "Don't worry, Ivy. We'll make sure he can't get within two feet of you! Your dad is standing guard outside with the bodyguards. If he dares to stop you from having the baby, we'll report him to the police!" Ivy nods, her complexion pale, but she instinctively looks toward the door anyway. She doesn't see why I can't be more understanding of her. All she wants to do is help Toby have a child to carry on his family name. The birth proceeds without me showing up to cause a scene. She smiles gladly when she sees the crying baby in the nurse's arms. She thinks to herself that if I visit her tomorrow, she is willing to forget all about our previous fights. She is even willing to let me be the baby's father. What she doesn't know is that I've already submitted my application to the Alliance of Nations. In seven days, I will be leaving the country to become a field doctor for the Frontline Medical Corp, a humanitarian organization. I won't be coming back ever again.

He was, and had nothing when I met him. He was a terribly poor dreamer, and all he had was smooth words and endless promises. I gave up everything for him, including my family’s wealth, my privileged life, my identity as an heiress. I hid who I really was just to help him climb the ladder, brick by brick, until his name shone like gold. Our empire was built on my sacrifices. And how did he repay me? By throwing me away like a piece of used, wet tissue. By parading his new fiancée in my face and sneering, “Don’t you think I’m out of your league now?” He thought he could erase me. He thought he could take my love, my labor, my loyalty…and bury me like garbage. But he forgot one thing. I’m not just a girl he used. I’m an heiress. The gold in his pocket? The power in his hands? The empire on his shoulders? All of it came from me. Now I’ve returned to the world I left behind, with bodyguards at my side, a new fiancé chosen by my family, and more power than he could ever dream of. And when he calls me a gold digger? I’ll smile and remind him of the truth… “Gold digger? No. I’m the gold maker. And without me, Mr. Billionaire, you are nothing.”

Nathan Andrews, a billionaire with a dark and dangerous past, had built his immense fortune as a ruthless contract killer. After years in the business, he had finally retired, hoping to leave the shadows of his old life behind him. But the ghosts of his past refused to rest, and when his former boss marked him for assassination, Nathan realized that escaping his previous life wouldn't be as easy as he'd thought. Determined to protect himself and the ones he loved, Nathan hired an elite team of bodyguards, led by the fierce and stunning Miranda. Miranda's skill in combat was unmatched, her instincts razor-sharp, and Nathan found himself captivated by her. As they worked closely together to stay one step ahead of his enemies, a passionate romance began to blossom between them. As they continued to battle their adversaries, Nathan and Miranda's bond deepened, and they realized that the only way to ensure each other's safety was to make significant sacrifices. Nathan knew he had to confront his past head-on, formulating a daring plan to eliminate his former boss and sever the ties that bound him to his old life once and for all. From high-speed car chases to heart-pounding shootouts, "The Billionaire's Protector" takes readers on a rollercoaster ride of adrenaline-fueled action and suspense. The stakes were continually raised as Nathan and Miranda fought not only for their lives but also for their love. In the end, Nathan and Miranda's love proved to be a force to be reckoned with. As they faced their final showdown against their enemies, they drew strength from their unwavering trust in one another, their love serving as a beacon of hope in a world filled with danger and uncertainty.

The Plan was simple "First I work my way into his empire, then I become one of his bodyguards—should be pretty easy considering I've been training for this moment my entire life. But to take him down, I'll need to access his hidden records. But the real question is how...?" ****************** Her Pregnant mother murdered in cold blood. Her father and twin brother burnt to ashes right before her eyes. Carrie's world is torn apart in a single night by none other than The Reaper— a notorious Mafia Boss who's very name conjures fear and death. Now a full blown assassin but working part-time as a nurse, and haunted by the memories of her past, Carrie is consumed by a single obsession: revenge. When fate hands her a twisted opportunity —Victor, the only son of the Reaper, brings in his fiancée for emergency surgery after a tragic accident—Carrie seizes her chance. She switches places with her, infiltrating Victor's household as his bride-to-be, intending to use him to get to his father and her main target, The Reaper. In this unlikely romance, Carrie must navigate through a dangerous web of lies, secrets, and her own internal conflict. What happens when her mission of vengeance clashes with a force she never saw coming—Love? ******************* "Ha! I knew you wouldn't have the guts to do it, even with the knife to my throat" "I'm a trained assassin who kills for a living. Only one thing stands between you and death" "And what is that?" "The love I have for your son"

Résumé : Il m’a tout pris. Et je vais tout lui reprendre. Quand j’avais huit ans, Antonio Guerero a fait exploser mon monde à coups de balles et de rires. Il a violé ma mère sous les yeux de mon père impuissant, puis les a exécutés l’un après l’autre. Ma sœur Doriane a subi le même sort, fauchée dans son innocence. Moi, j’étais cachée sous la table. Paralysée. Spectatrice impuissante de l’horreur. Depuis ce jour, je ne vis plus. Je survis. Dix-huit ans à nourrir la colère, à former ma haine. Dix-huit ans à me forger une nouvelle identité. Mon nom est Layanne Williams, j’ai 26 ans, et je suis devenue l’une des meilleures Bodyguards de Mexico. Recueillie par Lys Taylor, une femme brisée elle aussi par Guerero, j’ai appris à me battre, à tuer, à survivre. Elle a fait de moi une arme. Et aujourd’hui, cette arme est prête à frapper. Antonio Guerero est devenu un homme puissant : ministre influent, chef d’entreprise intouchable, père de famille aimé. Mais il a oublié une chose. Moi. Il m’a volé mon passé. Je vais lui arracher son présent. Sa famille. Son pouvoir. Sa vie. Je suis sa fin.

In my previous life, my brother took his sugarbaby to see a meteor shower because she said she wanted to. He drove to the countryside with all his bodyguards to create a perfect stargazing night for her. Unfortunately, business rivals whom my brother had bankrupted saw this opportunity and broke into our estate seeking revenge. My mother fought desperately to protect me, suffering severe injuries that left her fighting for her life. I called my brother repeatedly, begging him to return quickly and help us. He finally had to come back with his security team. The intruders were captured, but then terrible news came from the countryside. His sugarbaby had left a suicide note, her fate unknown. In her letter, she accused me of deliberately drawing my brother away, causing her to be tortured by his enemies before she took her own life. My brother coldly burned her letter and told me not to worry about it. Afterward, my brother was blamed for what happened, and my father promised to put me in charge of the company. However, after the celebration dinner ended, my brother brutally murdered me in my bedroom. His face showed no emotion as he coldly said, "Someone as treacherous as you should have died long ago. "You should have been the one to die, and the family inheritance should have been mine!" I died with my eyes wide open in disbelief, and when I opened them again, I could hear our enemies breaking down the front door of our mansion.

After being pushed down the stairs by my husband's first love, I suffered a difficult labor with our second child and died in a corner of their family's private hospital. Before I died, my six-year-old son cried and begged for his father to save me. The first time, Shawn sneered. "Your mom's gotten smarter, using you to play the victim and trick people." After that, he flung my son's hand away and left heartlessly. The second time, my son told him I was bleeding uncontrollably. Shawn was clearly impatient. "She's being so dramatic, it's just a miscarriage, nothing serious. She's always made mountains out of molehills!" After chasing my son away, he even told the doctors not to care for me. "It's my fault for spoiling her. She'll know what she did wrong once I let her have a hard time for a few days." The last time, my son went to my husband's first love Jasmine, kneeling in front of her and knocking his head on the ground, begging her. Shawn flew into a rage and ordered bodyguards to throw my battered and bruised son out of the hospital room, allowing others to laugh at his misfortune. "If you come bother Jasmine while she's resting again, I'll kick your mom out of our family! She'll never see you again!" My son crawled to my side, leaving behind a long trail of blood. And so, I laid there helplessly as I felt the warmth escape both my son and I. 'Are you happy now, Shawn? You'll never see us again.'