Mère Célibataire

A video of my boyfriend proposing to his secretary makes it to the trending topics. Everyone squeals over how romantic and touching it is. His secretary even posts on social media, "I've waited so long for you to appear, and I'm glad I didn't give up. I'll leave my life in your hands, Mr. Emerson." One of the comments goes, "God, this is so sweet. A CEO and his secretary—I ship them!" I don't weep or cause a fuss. Instead, I close the webpage and ask my boyfriend for an explanation. That's when I hear him talking to his friends. "I didn't have a choice. She would've been forced to marry someone she doesn't love if I didn't help her." "What about Vicky? She's your actual girlfriend. Aren't you afraid of her getting mad?" "So what if she is? She's been with me for seven years—she can't live without me." Later, I have my wedding on the same day as his. Our cars drive past each other, and I exchange bouquets with his secretary. When he sees me, he breaks down.

Je suis morte le jour où je devais recevoir la médaille du service distingué de la meute. Trois heures après ma mort, mes parents, mon frère et mon compagnon venaient de terminer la fête de remise du diplôme qu'ils avaient organisée pour ma sœur. Pendant que ma sœur Élise publiait une photo de famille chaleureuse sur Instagram, j'étais enfermée dans notre sous-sol, appuyant sur mon téléphone avec ma langue pour appeler à l'aide. La seule personne qui a répondu était mon compagnon, Richard. Tout ce qu'il a dit, c'était : « Sophie, arrête de faire des histoires. La fête de remise du diplôme d'Élise est importante. Assez de crises de colère ! » C'était la quatre-vingt-dix-neuvième fois qu'ils faisaient cela. Je gisais dans une mare de mon propre sang, les poumons immobiles. Ils pensaient que je faisais juste une scène, que je me cachais quelque part, que s'ils me donnaient une leçon, je reviendrais en rampant. Mais ils ne savaient pas, j'étais à la maison tout ce temps. J'étais déjà morte.

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.”

She’s texting him her heart. But she’s got the wrong number… When Isabel “El” Watson applied for a sales job with her company, she had no idea a jelly donut would explode on her blouse, or that her grumpy boss would practically laugh her out of the interview. Accountants could be salespeople, she was sure of it, even if that jerkface didn’t think so. So when a lady at the local wine festival offers her a sales job on the spot at a new boutique winery, El jumps at the chance. She also jumps at the chance to text with the guy who danced with her at the festival. Life was finally looking up. Boston’s friend, Chad, never should have given Boston’s number to the girl at the wine festival as a joke, but the damage was done. When El sends Boston a text later that night, believing he is Chad, he’s too nice to hurt her feelings by telling her the truth. But there are a few other truths Boston might have thought about: Truth #1: He’s her boss Truth #2: She just accepted a job at his mother’s new winery Truth #3: He’s always had a crush on her Even though Boston is no longer El’s grumpy boss, they still work together at his mom’s winery. And while sparks are flying as they get to know each other for real, El’s kind of sweet on the guy who always seems to know just what to say via text too. Obviously, things will come to a head. Will Boston come clean about the flirty texts being from him? Or will El figure out on her own that she’s been Texting With the Enemy?

• Intrigue principale : Lean est une princesse, médecin et chanteuse, qui fût battu par son père en plein concert. Elle a quitté le pays mais doit revenir pour remettre le pays sur les rails avant que l'état déclare faillite. Lean devra faire face à ses peurs mais aussi, à sa famille et celui qu'elle aime depuis l'université. • Enjeux romanesques ; Lean et Jaden devront travailler ensemble et faire renaître leur amours. Jaden découvre que Lean ne savait pas que c’est lui qui était choisi pour devenir son mari et désire faire de leur mariage un vrai mariage. Intrigue(s) secondaire(s) ; Lean devra, se réconcilier avec sa famille et sauvé l’état de la faillite. • Résolution de l’intrigue : Lean et Jaden se retrouverons et se marieront et sauveront l’état de la faillite, ce qui emènera le roi à abdiquer et que Lean prend la tête du pays.

Days before Christmas, my girlfriend, Tessa Coleman, decides to take her assistant to the beach for the holiday. I don't argue or make a scene. I even help her pack her bags. But she sneers at me, mocking me for finally learning how to be sensible now that my legs are useless. As soon as she leaves, I reach out to her sworn enemy. In my last life, when I tried to stop her with my crippled legs, her assistant ended up brutally murdered at the beach. Tessa had acted like nothing had happened, but once I recovered, she hacked off my legs and killed me mercilessly. That was when I finally realized that she had hated me all along. This time around, I'll make sure she loses everything.

A short and sweet story just nice for bedtime. Guaranteed that no brain cells will be used. Might be illogical but.... Sypnopsis: Luo Jingli was brought up in a single parent family and his mother earns enough only to make ends meet. He was just searching for a job to feed himself and pay for his mother’s eye surgery, but life is not always as easy as you think, especially for Luo Jingli... However, he unexpectedly found more than just a job... Scum top Li Zheng that turned over a new leaf x thin and weak bottom Luo Jingli that fell in love at first sight.

George caught Sigrid's boyfriend sleeping with his fiancee. To punish his fiancee, George said that Sigrid is going to be his bride, or her family would go bankrupt! Sigrid had no choice but to say, yes. What's worse, it's just a contract marriage! But she didn't want this kind of fake love at all. Though she tried to get rid of him, she gradually discovered his charm and tenderness. Day by day, she got his endless love, and she became the apple of his eye. Maybe it would be fine to stay by his side. She thought so. But all of the sweetness ended on that day...she found the secret of their contract marriage...

Elle ne l’a jamais choisi. C’est sa famille qui a décidé pour elle. Un mariage imposé, une vie qu’elle n’a jamais voulue. Mais elle a essayé… elle a vraiment essayé. Elle a aimé, elle a espéré, elle a pardonné trop de choses. Jusqu’au jour où elle découvre deux trahisons d’un seul coup : celle de son mari, et celle de sa meilleure amie. Son cœur se brise entièrement ce jour-là. Mais quelque chose renaît en elle aussi. Elle va apprendre à se relever. À devenir une femme qui dit non. Une femme qui marche seule. Une femme qui ne revient plus en arrière. Et quand un autre homme entre dans sa vie, simple, doux, patient… elle découvre que l’amour vrai existe. Un amour qui ne fait pas mal. Son mari, lui, comprendra trop tard. Parce qu’elle ne reviendra pas. Cette fois, c’est fini. Cette fois, c’est trop tard pour l’aimer.

Sa isang mundong pinaghaharian ng yaman at kapangyarihan, ipinanganak si Elena Cruz sa kahirapan. Maganda siya—mala-porselanang kutis, brown ang mata, at may alindog na kahit sa simpleng ayos ay nakakakuha ng pansin. Pero sa likod ng ganda, puno ng sugat ang kanyang buhay—ama niyang lulong sa sugal at inang kasambahay sa pamilya ng mga Monteverde, isa sa pinakamayamang angkan sa bansa. Isang gabi, nagbago ang lahat. Sa desperasyon at gutom, nagnakaw ang kanyang ama mula sa mansion ng mga Monteverde—isang kasalanang nahuli sa CCTV. At nang mabunyag ito, nasira hindi lang ang tiwala, kundi pati ang buhay nilang mag-ina. Sa gitna ng kahihiyan, pagkakautang, at apoy na sumunog sa kanilang tahanan, namatay ang kanyang ina sa konsensya at pangamba, habang nagtatago naman ang ama. Walang ibang natira kay Elena kundi ang pangalang minantsahan ng kasalanan. Hanggang sa isang gabi, muling tumagpo ang landas nila ni Lance Monteverde—ang bilyonaryong CEO na anak ng among pinagsilbihan ng kanyang ina. Malamig, makapangyarihan, at walang pakialam sa pag-ibig. Ngunit sa kabila ng lahat, tila may kakaibang puwersang nagtulak sa kanya na iligtas si Elena mula sa kamay ng mga mapang-abusong nanghihingi ng utang. Kapalit ng kaligtasan, isang alok ang binitawan ni Lance: “Babayaran ko ang lahat ng utang mo, Elena. Pero may kapalit... ikaw.” Sa pagitan ng utang, galit, at pag-ibig na unti-unting tumutubo sa gitna ng poot—mapipilitan si Elena na maging asawa ng lalaking kinaiinisan at kinatatakutan niya… ang lalaking unti-unti ring matututo kung ano ang tunay na halaga ng pag-ibig at pagkatao. Ngunit sa mundo ng mga Monteverde, walang libre. At sa dulo ng bawat pangako, may kapalit na kalayaan.