My S-rank Party Fired Me For Being A Cursificer

Everything in Amelia Hart’s life came crashing down the day her father’s company went bankrupt. Left with piles of debt, a sick younger brother, and no clear way out, she walked into the office of the cold, ruthless billionaire CEO she worked for—Lucas Stone—with nothing to lose and a desperate plea in her eyes. Except… “I have a proposition,” Lucas said, his voice cold and commanding. He slid a document across the table. “A contract marriage. Six months. You get the money to save your family. I get what I want.” His gaze dropped to her trembling fingers. “You’re just my assistant, Amelia. Don’t think for a second this makes you worthy.” “But still, Mr. Stone,” I replied, holding back my tears. “I’ll marry you, and I’ll keep to your terms.” His cruel smile widened. “You just signed your soul away, Miss Hart.” But what neither of them expected… was the night that changed everything. And the test that came back positive. She’s pregnant… for her boss.

"Do you want me to stop?" Nicholas asked me in a seductive voice. His hands traveled toward my birth pearl. My body arched from the ticklish sensation his hands were giving me. "Tell me, Rosetta. Do you want me to stop?" "No..." "No what, Rosetta? No what?!" "No, Daddy. Please Daddy, wreck me. Pleasure me...." After losing everything—her father, her fortune, and her future—Rosetta Morgan is desperate. The bills are stacking up, and the world she's known has turned cold. Then comes an offer she can't refuse: one man, one deal, one way out. Nicholas Rivas is a billionaire with a body built for sin and a heart frozen by the past. He doesn't do love. He does control. But Rosetta is unlike anyone he's ever met—fierce, vulnerable, and too tempting to ignore. Their arrangement is simple: no strings, no emotions. Just pleasure, power, and enough sparks to burn down every rule he's ever made. But when passion turns possessive and feelings get in the way, the lines start to blur—and the cost of falling might be more than either of them bargained for.

"Date me for four months only. If at the end of these four months, you fall in love with me, then I get to fuck you like a slut." His firm and domineering voice swept across my entire being. "And... If I didn't fall in love with you but rather, you ended up falling in love with me..." I swallowed and continued with all the strength in me," you get to leave this school, leave this country and never show up before me again." "Deal." "Deal." ---- Eleanor Christopher was a shy but sweet and innocent girl who had tried all her best to avoid the devil. She hated him for his promiscuous life, she had even heard him bragged to his friends before that he has one year plan of fucking ever single girls in the college. Speaking of the devil, Henry Fred, the hottest and most popular playboy in college. After fucking and dumping several girls who literally stoop at his feet to have at least a talk with him, he decided to fuck the next girl on his list, he however didn't expect for her to be different from other ladies, she hated him and she was blunt about it. He made a bet with his friends to fuck her, he won't stop until he hear her moan crazily under his body, he won't even force her, she will literally plead to have him in her. He want her, Eleanor Christopher, and he was ready to have her, no matter what it takes.

To save money for a house, I had been living a frugal life with my boyfriend, Desmond Wood. When Desmond received a twenty-thousand-dollar bonus, he bought me a branded bag. I was delighted, but I felt that he did not need to spend so much on me. Hence, I brought the receipt and the bag to the shop for a refund. The shopkeeper told me that my bag was fake. However, the receipt was real.

My mate has a human girlfriend but wants me to stay so he doesn't weaken. What about me and what I want. Is death the only way out.

I was the real daughter brought back to marry in place of the fake one. On the night I married Shaun Harrison, he kissed my tearful eyes and made a promise. “Quiana, if you have my baby, I’ll give you a home.” Because of that promise, I risked my life to give birth to Jaxon Harrison. I dreamed of having a home that belonged to me. But years later, I saw the fake daughter walking over while holding Jaxon’s hand. “Aunt Stella, I wish you were my mom. “I’ll help you get rid of her. Can you be my mom instead?” The fake daughter laughed, and Shaun looked at them lovingly. They looked like a real family.

Siya si Danielle, short for Daniella Marasigan Sandoval. Anak mayaman, kung kayat lahat ng gusto niya ay kanyang nakukuha. Sa katunayan siya ang nag isang anak ni Eduardo Sandovall, ang nagmamay ari ng pagawaan ng mamahaling sasakyan sa bansa. Maganda, mabait at higit sa lahat mapagmahal sa mga taong itinuturing siyang pamilya. Isa lang ang kulang sa kanyang buhay at ang pinakaasam asam niya, walang iba kundi ang atensiyon at pagmamahal ng kanyang ama. Lalaki kasi ang gusto ni Eduardo Sandoval na maging anak kung kayat sobra itong nadismaya ng babae ang lumabas noong manganak ang kanyang asawa na si Victoria Marasigan Sandoval. Muntik kasi itong mamatay nang ipanganak siya kung kayat hindi na siya nasundan o di kaya ay nagkaroon pa ng kapatid. Noong kabataan niya ay isa siyang prinsesa ngunit ng nagkaroon ng isip at nalaman ang dahilan kung bakit malayo ang loob sa kanya ng kanyang ama ay binago niya ang kanyang sarili. Mula sa magagandang bestida ay pinalitan niya ng maluluwang na t-shirts at jeans. Ang laruan niyang manika ay naging barilbarilan at ang pangarap niyang maging model ay naging taga kalikot ng makina ng mga sasakyan. Ang mga activities na kanyang sinasalihan ay para sa mga kalalakihan, kagaya ng karate, taekwando, shooting, motto cross, drag race at kung ano ano pa. Hindi naman iyon sinabi ng kanyang ama bagkus ay sarili niya itong pasya lalo na ng sabihin nito minsan na ayaw niya sa babaeng mahina kung kayat pati ang pagtatago ng emosyon ay praktisado na niya. Ngunit ang lahat ng kanyang effort ay tila hindi nakikita ng kanyang ama, bagkus ay bale wala ang lahat ng ito sa kanya.

He never meant to be her baby daddy .... But the scorching one night stand he had with her was something he couldn't forget until now ___ MICHAEL "I never meant to be a dad... But six years ago, I saw Jade on stage at a charity auction and I was done for. I had to have her. One night with her and I was hooked. She was different from my usual type, but I didn't care. I wanted to claim every inch of her. And I always get what I want. But we never spoke again... until now. She's standing in front of me, looking as gorgeous as ever, with a six-year-old boy who has my eyes. My life just got a whole lot more complicated. I'm not ready for this. I'm a billionaire, used to getting my way, but this is one thing I never saw coming. Jade's secrets and my lavish lifestyle threaten to tear us apart. But I can't deny the connection I still feel for her. And that little boy... he's mine. I can see it in his eyes. I'll do whatever it takes to be a part of their lives, even if it means turning my world upside down."

My mom had a sudden heart attack, and the medical bills were piling up faster than I could breathe. I was desperate, so I turned to my rich boyfriend, hoping he could help, or at least offer some kind of solution. But instead of the support I expected, he unleashed a tirade that hit harder than anything I'd ever heard. "So this is why you're with me? Just for my money? You're no different from those other women throwing themselves at me. You're all the same—pathetic and shameless!" Before I could even react, he shoved me out the door. Later, when he finally understood the full story, he handed me a bank card, no questions asked. "Candice," he said quietly, his tone almost remorseful. "The password is your birthday." I didn't say a word. I just let the card drop onto the floor and walked away without looking back.

I breathe heavily as he pins me to the wall, his hands wrapped tight around my throat I could barely breathe. ‘You hear me, Sera? I found you first. I noticed you first! I fell for you first. No one else, I mean, no one should put their hands on you, because if they do, I swear to God, Sera, I'll fucking break their arms and legs and serve it to you to eat!’ He growls. Seraphina Puckett is the perfect definition of trauma. A walking trauma. She tries to navigate her life, trying to bring in sunshine but as the world is determined to make it rain on her, what does she do? Does she get beaten in the rain or walk through it? When her abusive father gets out of prison and is out to get her, how does she face her fear?