Romans & histoires Miningph E Wallet

The explosion wiped out my parents—and their company. All I had left was some insurance cash and a pile of patents nobody cared about. I begged their old partners to back me. Crickets. Then Alex Ross strolled in, played the hero no one asked for, and proposed. Five years deep into our marriage, after my 99th FDA rejection, I finally cracked. I was in the garage when I heard his phone on speaker. Mark's voice came through: "Dude, you're still handing Lily Emma's blueprints before she even files? How many times has she flopped now? Girl's relentless, huh?" Alex? Straight-up ice. "Ninety-nine. She'll quit soon." "You're really tanking your wife to boost Lily's brand? Worth it?" "Lily's launching her new product tomorrow at the Boston Medical Summit. Patent number 100. Watching her blow up from nothing... makes me proud." "But it's all Emma's stuff. Your dad made you marry her for her brain, didn't he?" "Don't bring up my father." His voice turned sharp. "He forced me to dump Lily. I just played along." I sank into the driver's seat, frozen. I wasn't a partner. Just a pawn—revenge bait for his dad and backup fuel for his ex.

After losing a round of truth or dare, Ezra Everton pointed at me from across the room like it was nothing. "Her. The brokest girl at the whole art institute. For fun." The room exploded with laughter. Everyone waited for me to get dumped on the spot and humiliated. I was already about to tell him to go screw himself when bright red floating comments suddenly blew up in front of me— [Don't say no! Say yes! That's a walking jackpot!] [Make his heart race for one second and you'll unlock a $100,000 payout!] [I'm screaming. Ezra's family is crazy rich. One tiny leak from his wallet could build a whole new wing for Evervale Home!] [For real. He acts arrogant, but he's secretly such a softie. Win him over, and you're basically set for life!] Evervale Home. The orphanage. A hundred grand? My eyes widened. I looked at Ezra's ridiculously handsome—seriously punchable—face and swallowed the "go to hell" sitting on my tongue. Then I met his amused stare and smiled sweetly, hiding the edge in my eyes. I stepped up and hooked my arm through his. "Sure, babe."

William Samsons MacRay, a famous architect, seemed to have a problem with getting everything done on time. He is a mature man, 37 years old, who is late in getting married because he is busy creating amazing architectural buildings in various parts of the world. However, this time, the unfortunate incident when his wallet was stolen and he missed his flight at the airport actually brought Will together with Emmy Estelia Setiawan. This cute 22-year-old girl has just returned to Jakarta after completing her architecture education at Harvard University. He bought Will a cup of coffee and also took the mature man home in an airport taxi. Who would have thought that Will was the owner of Fame Palette Artisans Co., a place that received an Emmy for working via email while still in the United States? This was the first time William felt so attracted to a girl that he kept Emmy with him wherever he went to work around the world: Berlin, Dublin, Morocco, Prague, Rotterdam, etc. They became so close that they had a special sugar daddy and sugar baby relationship. When the seeds of love grew, Will's parents even arranged for him to marry Vanessa, the daughter of their colleague, so that he could get married quickly. Will William dare to continue fighting for his love for his beloved cute girl, or will he try to be logical and end the long age gap relationship?

When Zirelle woke up next to a half-naked stranger in a room dripping with luxury, she had no memory of how she got there—just a surge of panic in her chest and a towel wrapped around her body. The room was too pristine, too extravagant, and far too distant from the broken, desolate life she knew. Her first instinct? Run. But not before stealing his gold, his wallet… and the mysterious silver necklace hanging around his neck. She thought she was escaping to safety, back to the familiar chaos of her world. Instead, she ran straight into carnage. Returning home, she found her parents slaughtered and her own pack baying for her blood. As for the necklace she stole? It’s no ordinary trinket. And the man she stole it from? He’s not just wealthy or dangerous—he’s deadly. What Zirelle doesn’t know is that he’s far more than he seems. He’s the key to the truth she’s been running from her whole life. She thought she had left him behind. But by stealing from him, she’s unknowingly invited an even greater storm into her life. Now, he’s coming for her. And he won’t stop until he finds her.

The day Bryan Abbott received the World Philanthropist Award, the doctors told me I would not live for long because I could not afford to replace my artificial heart. The TV host asked Bryan to call the person he regretted being with the most. Without hesitation, he dialed my number. I answered the call. Bryan asked, “Do you regret leaving me for money back then?” Staring at the astronomical bill for the artificial heart, I chuckled softly, “Bryan, you’re so rich now. Could you lend me $200,000?” The call cut off abruptly. I watched as Bryan icily said on TV, “Now, I have no regrets.” He did not know that back when his heart had failed, I had donated mine to him secretly so that he could live.

It was the day Jessica Goldenfold got the International Wealth Club Charity Award. My doctor pronounced me dead, for I could not afford the artificial heart needed for my survival. The show's host asked Jessica to call the one whom she had the most regret about. She called my number. I picked it up. She asked, "Do you ever regret leaving me for money?" I stared at the obscene bill for the artificial heart. Then, I chuckled. "You're a rich girl, Jessica. How about a loan of 30 grand?" She killed the call. I watched her telling everyone in front of the cameras, "No more regrets." She had no idea at all. She had no idea that I was the one who gave my heart to her when she had heart failure. I did it behind her back.

When Charlie's ghost couldn't let her younger sister Marlie live in peace, Marlie takes her sister Charlie's face to take revenge on Chad, Charlie's high school love and husband, together with his family members for the death of her sister. Knowing so well the dark clouds surrounding the... family, she would stop at nothing to let her sister's soul rest in peace. However, through that process, Marlie came to realize she was falling for her sister's husband and tried to suppress her feelings for him. Not only that but Marlie also realized that the person whom Chad had loved from the beginning and wanted to marry was her and not Charlie, her late sister. "Why do you have my sister and I picture in your wallet?" Marlie, having the face of her sister Charlie asked... "I didn't keep it because of you. I kept it because of Marlie. She's the one I loved and wanted to marry since high school." Chad replied to Charlie [ Marlie ]. What will Marlie do after hearing this big Revelation that would turn all her plans outside down? Will she face her feelings or deny them? Let's find out...

“What I want to know is why you were still a virgin.” Raven stiffened. “Was I not supposed to be?” “I’m surprised by the fact but not disappointed. I am the first and the last lover you’ll ever have.” “No, you were merely the first man I’ve taken to my bed. I doubt you’ll be the last.” “I’ll kill any man that thinks he can take what I now have,” Yuri vowed. “I take care of what’s mine. No other man shall have you.” *** For years, Raven has hidden from her brutal past to protect the boy she calls her brother. But when Nicky steals the wallet of Yuri Anatoly—ruthless leader of the Russian Bratva and her boss—she must sneak into his penthouse to fix her mistake. She thinks she’s in and out unseen. She’s wrong. Yuri has never met anyone as quick, fierce, and untamable as Raven. His obsession ignites instantly. But their explosive desire collides with a deadly secret: Nicky is not her brother. He is the stolen heir of the Bratva’s boss, taken by Raven’s own mother twenty years ago. Now their old tormentor hunts them, and Yuri will burn the city down to keep Raven. But to save the boy she loves, she must choose… surrender to the man who owns her heart, or lose everything. Passion. Secrets. A love worth killing for.

I'm the top salesperson at a tutoring center. Payday comes, and my commission is 50 cents. I'm so furious that I march straight to my boss to demand answers, but his secretary, Sasha Watson, steps in front of me. She digs through her pocket, pulls out 50 cents, and flicks it straight at my face in front of everyone. "Here's your 50 cents!" My ears ring. Heat crawls up my neck and into my skull. "Ms. Watson, this has to be a mistake. I closed 1.5 million dollars on my own last month. My team pulls in over three million dollars. My commission should be at least 200 grand." Sasha rolls her eyes. She reaches into her wallet, pulls out a dollar bill, and slaps it against my cheek. "Stop barking! Fine, I'll throw you a dollar. Keep the change!" I'm about to lose it. "My mom is still waiting on that 200 grand for her surgery. Without it, she could die." The coworkers around us start whispering. "50 cents? For the top salesperson? That's insane!" "Lower your voice. She's the boss's niece! What she says goes. Unless you want to get fired, pretend you didn't hear anything." I turn away, pull out my phone, and dial our biggest competitor. "I'm in. Five million dollars a year."

A soft gasp escaped her lips when Tobias’ hand slipped into her gown and caught one breast. She tried her best to suppress her emotions but her eyes just involuntarily shut due to a pleasurable sensation brought by his warm touch. She blinked her eyes open when he detached his hand from her breast. Tobias distanced himself from her, however, the rage in his eyes was still there as he watched her. “I almost forgot. You told me a few years back, only I can touch you unless I pay you.” Minah's brows furrowed, her eyes fixed on him. Tobias pulled himself away from her, composing himself before he took his wallet out of his pocket. He then pulled out some paper bills and threw them on her. Her eyes darted to the money that he tossed right in front of her. Six violet-colored paper bills. Her mouth was left agape. Six hundred pesos! Minah could feel her blood rushing to her face as insult, rage, and humiliation stirred inside her. She lifted her face once again and threw daggers at Tobias. “I am no whore, you son of a bitch!” His expression grew ominous. “You are filthier than a whore, Damara,” he said firmly, his voice sounding displeased.