Living As The Tyrant's Older Sister

Eu fui linchada na internet pelas minhas próprias funcionárias que eram mães. Elas começaram a espalhar que a creche gratuita da empresa, feita especialmente para os filhos delas, era na verdade uma "prisão de crianças", um truque cruel para forçar horas extras. O que elas não sabiam era que aquela creche foi o meu projeto mais caro e mais amado: eu importei equipamentos de ponta, contratei professores de fora do país, montei uma estrutura em que cada criança custava, em média, oito mil reais por mês. Ainda assim, a internet inteira caiu matando em cima de mim, me chamando de palhaça, de hipócrita, de capitalista nojenta. Foi aí que eu perdi a paciência e soltei um comunicado interno para todos os funcionários: [Para atender ao desejo de autonomia das famílias na criação dos filhos, a empresa decidiu encerrar o serviço de creche gratuita. A partir de hoje, será substituído por um auxílio‑creche: funcionários que se encaixarem nos critérios receberão 200 reais por mês.] Bastou o aviso ser enviado para o caos começar. As mesmas mães que me xingavam estão agora em massa na porta da minha sala, implorando para eu não fechar a creche.

Luciano gazed at the little boy who tugged at his sleeve. His eyes mirrored the green of an emerald, a trait they shared. Kneeling down, Luciano faced the boy. "What's your name?" "Juan," the boy replied, a shy smile gracing his lips. "Juan, what a wonderful name," Luciano said, pulling him into a gentle embrace. He couldn't help but wonder where the boy's parents were. "Where are your parents?" he inquired softly. "My mom's at the store over there," Juan pointed across the street. Then, turning to Luciano, he asked, "As for my daddy... Will you be my dad, sir?"

On the highway, when the vehicles of drivers on the same stretch of road went out of control and rushed towards us, Wynn Lloyd protected me by holding me close beneath him. As a result, he ended up in the emergency room, battered.In the hospital ward, a friend praised, "Your husband is really good to you. When the car came crashing, he protected you with his life, not caring about his own."I remained silent.Indeed, he was good, but it didn't stop him from liking someone else.Wynn and I had known each other since childhood, for over a decade, and everyone said he loved me to death.But who would have thought that such a person had a mistress on the side?He pampered her in every possible way, indulging her to the extreme.

Talia faked her death to escape a cruel fate of being married off to a powerful, ruthless alpha old enough to be her grandfather. But freedom came at a cost, she has to let go of her name, her body, and everything that made her who she was. Now, hidden beneath a new identity, she enters the most dangerous place for someone like her, an elite academy meant only for the strongest alphas. She's an omega, the lowest rank, disguised as a boy… and pretending to be something she can never become. Living among predators, training beside warriors, and sharing a dorm with a dangerously attractive alpha prince, she knows one mistake could expose her and get her killed. She never planned to fall in love. Especially not with someone who can never know the truth. But secrets have a scent. And wolves always chase what’s forbidden. As sparks ignite and enemies close in, how long can she hide what she is? And what happens when the mate bond doesn’t care about lies?

After a devastating car crash, Nicole awakens with no memory of her past life, only to discover she is pregnant. Taken in by Brenda, an old nurse living in a remote cabin, she learns to navigate a life without modern conveniences while grappling with her lost identity. As she slowly recovers, fragments of her past begin to resurface. Years later, she returns to the city, now with a young child, only to find her husband engaged to someone she once knew very well. Confronted with a new reality and old betrayals, she must uncover the truth about her past, navigate complex relationships, and decide the future for herself and her child.

My show-quality service beastkin doesn't like me. He only wags his tail for my sister. I then bring home a low-grade venting beastkin. But he's now so upset that he's nearly in tears. "Layla Manfred, there can only be one hound, and that's me!"

"What are you doing?" Alpha Albrecht's voice was low, almost a growl. "I… I'm doing what you want," I replied, my voice trembling. "I'm not resisting." He stepped closer, his eyes narrowing. "Why the sudden change, Catriona? You've never been this… obedient." I met his gaze, my heart throbbing aggressively. His eyes scanned my body, lingering on the bruises and marks. His hand reached out, fingers brushing against a particularly dark bruise on my arm. I flinched but held my ground. "You're different," he muttered, more to himself than to me. "Yes, Alpha," I whispered, lowering my gaze. He tilted my chin up, forcing me to look at him. He studied me for a long moment, his expression stern. Finally, he nodded. "Get dressed!" "Huh?" I blinked, surprised by his command. If I remember correctly, he actually forced his way into me on this day. What has changed in 2012? ---------------- Catriona Barclay thought her life was over in Berlin when the ruthless Alpha Albrecht Conrad of the Shadow Pack killed her in 2021. Betrayed by those she trusted most, including her secret lover Finlay, and her best friend Greta, her world ended in tragedy. But, a mysterious force pulls her back in time to 2012, where she awakens nine years younger and armed with a chance to rewrite her fate. Determined to avenge her family's massacre and avoid her doomed future, Catriona devises a cunning plan against everyone who wronged her in the future. In the process, she uncovers truths about her family's true murderers and her rare special ability. She also discovered that Alpha Albrecht, the man she had hated her whole life and swore to bring down, is her fated mate chosen by the moon Goddess. Will she follow her quest for vengeance, or embrace a future she never imagined?

“Listen, Gadreel Ødegaar," she looked at him, not hesitating this time. "It's my anniversary present for you. Let's divorce." *** Ivory Remington had sacrificed five years to look after her husband Gadreel who was in a vegetative state after an accident and a few months ago, he finally awakened like a miracle. She thought it was the start of their happy life but Gadreel still had no heart for her. On their anniversary and her birthday, she received a cheating video of her dear husband and her stepsister. Heartbroken, Ivory chose to quit this stupid game. She decided to set him free but the reason she left on the divorce agreement pierced Gadreel's noble pride. *** "Impotent? Are you serious?" He gripped her wrist and a dangerous glint flashed in his eyes. “I’m a woman, Gadreel. I’m tired of being in a sexless marriage. Let’s end it once and for all.” “Sexless, huh?” he chuckled lowly and without warning grabbed her chin in between his hands, pulling her face closer. "Turns out my wife was so eager to get a man between her legs? "

Rose, the ex-wife of billionaire Derek Clair, has been wronged in the worst possible way. After a messy divorce, Derek used his wealth and influence to destroy Rose’s reputation and leave her financially ruined. Now, Rose is back, and she’s seeking revenge. With the help of a wealthy ally, Rose sets out to dismantle Derek’s business empire and expose his darkest secrets. But as the stakes grow higher, Rose realizes that her desire for revenge may come at a steep cost. Will she be able to continue her quest for vengeance after discovering an unexpected truth about Derek? Or will she be swallowed by her desire for vengeance? Can she find a way to heal and move on, or will her thirst for revenge forever define her? Will they ever be able to find closure and move on, or is their love forever lost? Will they ever find a happily ever after?

Cesare Xandri, the rising gangster of the Nalitan mafia, unexpectedly lost a bet at an elite private casino in Ithel, the kind that smells like cigar smoke and blood money. The penalty was simple, he had to call his hard-to-tame pet. The phone was on speaker. The men circled him, whistling and hooting, waiting to be entertained. He asked what I was up to in a relaxed and amused tone. I replied softly, insinuating he was sinful, hiding my defiance behind innocence and fake devotion. When I finished my insult, the room fell silent, then burst into loud and uncontrollable laughter. The call ended. Less than thirty minutes later, the mansion gates were smashed open. He stormed in smelling of gunpowder, a Beretta still in his hand. He pushed me against the wall furiously beneath the Virgin Mary statue. I leaned into him without hesitation, fingers brushing the heated gun, and I met his gaze without fear. I chose virtue and rejected him in my past life, in return I was thrown into the open sea to die. I intended to be his temptation when I got a second chance at life, I wanted to be a beautiful sin that ends his story under the Cecilian sun.