Mãe Solteira

Feeling very tired of being constantly cheated on by my husband, I was desperate to get back at him by finding a man to be my affair. However, who would have thought that the man who had spent a hot night with me was the uncle of Jhon, my husband. Chase Harrington, is a mature, established, and very dangerous man. I regret getting into a deal with him just to cover up our affair.

Vanessa has always dreamed of having a perfect life with her one and only fiance, Nicholas. But, her dream was turned upside down when the one she loved and wanted to marry, betrayed her at her darkest moment. Vanessa’s company was on the brink of going bankrupt, but surprisingly, a feared zillionaire bachelor who was every ladies dream came out of nowhere to set things right for her! And guess what? The hot feared bachelor is also her jerk ex fiance’s uncle! To Vanessa, she signed a marriage contract with the feared bachelor and was only playing her part as his wife in public. But little did she know, to the zillionaire bachelor, it was the real deal! And he made his decision to spoil her beyond her wildest imagination!.

On our wedding night, Zach received a phone call and left my side. From then on, I knew that all of my efforts over the years had gone to waste. After all, the person he loved had returned. “Cassia, let’s get a divorce.” “But we just got married two days ago.” “You know that I don’t love you, and I never will.”

“I know you’re pregnant, Valentina. That’s why you have to die tonight. Two lives for the price of one. Efficiency was always my strong suit.” On her third wedding anniversary, Valentina is gifted a shallow grave. Her husband, Kennedy, was never a billionaire. He was a fraud who drugged her, watched her drown in a poisoned bath, and buried her so he could marry his mistress. He never expected the gardener to hesitate. Never imagined she would claw her way out of the mud, pregnant, broken, and alive. And he certainly didn’t expect her to return. Dragged from the storm by Ian Kingston, a titan so powerful Kennedy is nothing more than a disposable employee, Valentina finds herself mistaken for Misha, Ian’s vanished wife. “You have 365 days to prove you aren’t her, little bird. Until then, you wear my name, share my bed, and follow my rules.” Trapped in a ruthless case of mistaken identity, Valentina signs the contract and becomes Misha Kingston, cold, untouchable, wrapped in emerald silk and Ian’s dangerous protection. The next time Kennedy sees the wife he buried, she isn’t in a coffin. She’s on his boss’s arm. Wearing a crown. Looking down at him from a throne he can never touch. But Valentina hides a child conceived by her enemy… While being claimed by a king who refuses to let her go. He buried a wife. Now he’ll kneel before a goddess.

Eu entrei no livro e virei a bela figurante sem importância. E o meu irmão é o único homem normal da história, porque o papel dele é o de primeiro amor frio, abstinente e inalcançável que a protagonista jamais consegue conquistar. Quando a protagonista chora e se declara para ele, ele está estudando. Quando a protagonista quer se entregar de corpo e alma, ele está empreendendo. Enquanto a protagonista se perde entre vários homens, ele já se tornou um magnata, com renda anual nas centenas de bilhões. Eu achava que ele viveria uma vida inteira de pureza e autocontrole. Até que, certa noite, vi ele segurando uma peça da minha roupa nas mãos, murmurando o meu nome em voz baixa...

Minha melhor amiga, Maya, veio de Miami para passar a semana da minha despedida de solteira. Meus últimos dias de liberdade. Ela insistiu numa noite só de garotas para comemorar, pedindo todos os meus pratos favoritos por entrega. Ela me pediu para segurar o celular dela e esperar. Então o telefone acendeu. Uma mensagem de algum cara. Uma foto sem camisa. Texto: Preciso de você hoje à noite. Outra foto chegou em seguida. Brinquedos sexuais. Equipamentos de bondage, como saídos de um filme. Meu rosto queimava. Meu coração martelava contra as costelas. Eu tinha acabado de tropeçar na vida secreta dela. Mas a imagem seguinte fez meu sangue gelar. Um close no peito do homem. Uma cicatriz irregular que eu conhecia melhor do que o meu próprio reflexo. Pertencia ao meu noivo, Luciano Carbone.

“คุณปล่อยฉันไปเถอะ…ฉันจะหาเงินมาใช้หนี้ก้อนนั้นให้เอง" “ฉันมีวิธีที่ดีกว่านั้นอีก” นัยน์ตาหวานวูบไหวระริก ไม่เข้าใจสิ่งที่เขาต้องการจะสื่อ “มันเอาน้องฉันจนท้อง ฉันก็เอาน้องมันคืนบ้าง เธอว่าเป็นไง”

BLURB "Boss, these are the pictures of the lady's face. It's a good thing the hotel's Surveillance camera captured her perfectly." Davis uttered as he placed the file containing the pictures in front of him. With a deep frown on his face, he picked up the file and carefully brought out the pictures. He gasped at the young lady with Grey eyes, plump lips, and platinum blonde hair. She's the epitome of beauty. "I need every information about her by tomorrow. " Tristan Zachary ordered with his voice as cold as ice. "Okay boss " Davis immediately exited out of the well-furnished office. The moment the office door was shut, Tristan stared into space lost in thought. #Flashback# Tristan groaned as he felt so much ache in his head. He managed to sit up on the hotel's bed while gazing around in awe. With the lingering feminine scent that hit his nose, and seeing he was stark naked, Realization struck him hard. He immediately knew a lady was on his bed last night. Due to his drunken state, he couldn't identify the mysterious lady's face. A lady that was an exception from other ladies, Tristan still finds it hard to believe he had gotten that close to a lady without feeling sick. He instantly wants to find the lady and confirm his fears. "Davis" Tristan calls out as the room door was instantly pushed open by his assistant. "Boss" Davis uttered with a bow of his head. "You saw a lady step out of this room right?" He couldn't help the anxiety in his voice. Davis knew his boss has a phobia for ladies, and was taken aback by his sudden outburst.

Namorei por dez anos, e só então Rafael Loureiro, meu namorado, topou casar comigo. Mas, na sessão de fotos do casamento, o fotógrafo pediu uns beijos. Ele fez cara feia, soltou um papo de "nojo", me empurrou e vazou sozinho. Fiquei lá, morrendo de vergonha, pedindo desculpas à equipe. Era um dia de neve, e era difícil conseguir um táxi. Caminhei com dificuldade pela neve, passo a passo, de volta para casa. Foi então que, ao entrar na nossa casa de noivos, flagrei Rafael abraçando sua ‘amada perfeita’, Gabriela Nunes, e a beijando com tanta paixão que pareciam incapazes de se separar. — Gabi, basta uma palavra sua e eu fujo do casamento agora mesmo! Anos de paixão viraram piada ali mesmo. Depois de chorar horrores, decidi fugir do casamento antes de Rafael. Depois, a galera da elite só falava nisso: o playboy da família Loureiro rodando o mundo atrás da ex-noiva, implorando pra ela voltar.

Na sétima vez em que combinei com Breno Lima de ir ao cartório buscar nossa certidão de casamento e fui deixada esperando, tomei a iniciativa de cortar todos os laços que ainda nos uniam. Se havia um encontro de amigos em que ele estava presente, eu simplesmente deixava de ir. Se ele era convidado para se apresentar na comemoração da escola, eu me retirava antes do início. Se a empresa decidia fechar parceria com ele, eu pedia demissão imediatamente. Até mesmo no Natal, quando ele veio me visitar em casa, inventei uma desculpa para sair e visitar outros amigos. Bloqueei seu número, apaguei-o da lista de contatos, cortei tudo sem deixar rastros. Não o procurei mais, e ele também não conseguiu me ver. Durante os trinta anos anteriores, passei a maior parte da vida apaixonada por ele, cuidando dele com todo o meu empenho. Só depois de ser deixada esperando pela sétima vez no cartório é que despertei. Não queria mais viver assim. Mesmo que fosse para ficar sozinha, não queria passar mais um dia e uma noite guardando uma casa vazia!