No Rest For The Wicked

I ran into my boss when I was complaining to my best friend about how he actively made the workplace hostile for me. He fired off a barrage of questions, "Where's the annual report? Where's the script for the speech? I can't believe you have the gall to enjoy a meal when you have a mountain of work to do!" That was it. I slammed the table. "It's due tomorrow! What's the rush? Are you going to hold a funeral for yourself tomorrow?" My boss stormed off in a huff. I asked for the bill, but the waiter came with two. My table came up to 60 dollars, but the other ran up to 3,750. "Your boyfriend said you're paying for both. Cash or credit, miss?" Shawn Goodall put that impossible bill on my tab and called himself my boyfriend? Unbelievable! I called him, utterly incensed. Yet, he had the gall to say, "Get the receipt and claim it from finance." Then, he hung up. The waiter was going to call the cops if I didn't pay up, so I had no choice but to accept this bitter defeat. I was trying to claim the money the next day, but the cops arrested me instead. "Shawn Goodall died at midnight and was found in his house. You're his girlfriend and the last person he met. You're coming with us."

At dinner, Tiffany White grabs my fiance's phone and spends 100 thousand dollars on a designer bag. She even sticks her tongue at me. "Come on, Meredith. You're loaded. You won't mind such a small amount, right? Shawn and I share everything. His money is my money," she says. Everyone at the table waits for me to lose my temper or smile and let it slide like a saint. Instead, I calmly take out a voice recorder and my laptop from my bag and adjust my gold-rimmed glasses. "100 thousand meets the threshold for criminal filing. Since you said you two share everything, I have to ask—is this embezzlement or an illegal transfer tied to an improper personal relationship? "Oh, and what you just said about 'his money is my money'? I recorded that. According to the supplemental clauses in our prenup and the company bylaws, I'm officially initiating an asset-freezing order against Shawn Harrison." I turn to Tiffany. "Enjoy your free meals in prison, Ms. White." Shawn is livid. "It was just a joke, Meredith. Is it really necessary to ruin me over this?" I hit the "enter" key. "Sorry. In my book, there are no jokes—only bad debt."

I am the long-lost true heir of the Kensington family. In just the second month after reconciling with the Kensington family, I solved a technical problem that the Kensington Corp's Military Research Institute had failed to crack for five whole years. Yet, my adoptive brother, Sean Kensington, the fake heir, exchanged my patent bonus worth millions for a 20-percent-off coupon for a cup of latte. I went to my older sister, Sonya, the CEO, but she simply waved her hand dismissively, completely unconcerned. "Enough, Wesley. Sean just did it for your own good. If you're holding onto that much money, what if some organization set their eyes on you? This way, your safety is protected. "Besides, you've only come to the city not long ago. I doubt you've ever had something like a latte before. Take it as a chance to experience it. I'll even give you another ten dollars. You can buy yourself another cup." I looked at the condescension in her eyes, planning to send the recording to our parents. Yet, I saw on their social media that they had just bought a seaside mansion and a luxury car as a celebration gift for Sean's achievements. Then, I glanced at the coupon they had just sent me. [You did help Sean after all. Your father and I bought you a cake as a reward. Go pick it up yourself.] I checked the price. After discount, it was a mere 13 bucks. They had to be kidding me. I directly dialed the number of Kensington Corp's rival company, Jet Group. "I think the exclusive patent for this new missile should be yours. From now on, all my research results will only be shared with Jet Group."

Alexander's mistress was pregnant. He turned his back on me without a shred of hesitation, canceled our marking ceremony, and brought her home instead. As he passed by, he didn't even look at me. He just left a brief order hanging in the air. "She's weak. You know medicine. From now on, you'll handle her meals." When he reached the first floor, he paused again. "She's pregnant. She can't be frightened, and she needs me to sleep beside her." His voice was flat, devoid of any feeling for me. "There are plenty of empty rooms. Move out of mine." I packed my things quietly, without a word, and walked out of the estate. The butler tried to stop me, but Alexander's voice cut through the hall, cold and final. "Let her go. Once she cools off, she'll come crawling back on her own." His men, watching the scene unfold, exchanged amused glances. They even placed bets right in front of me—how many minutes before I'd regret leaving and come running back. But none of them knew the truth. The Alpha King my parents had chosen for me had already sent a car to wait for me outside the gate. This time, I wasn't coming back.

"I loved you, Isabelle, but not anymore. Allison here is carrying my child." Morris said, his tone firm and unyielding. ** After four years of marriage without kids, Isabelle finally took in through IVF. She is on her way home to show her husband the pregnancy test result when she decides to stop by her friend's - Allison's place. There, she gets the shock of her life. Her dear husband in bed, naked with her friend - Allison. The only two people in this world she takes as family have just betrayed her. Struggling to cope, Isabelle is called back to the hospital where she's told there was a mistake during the insemination. The child she is carrying belongs to another man - Carlos Fernandez, the ruthless billionaire. And not just that; her husband's sperms was too weak to initiate fertilization. Meaning that he's impotent. So, if Morris is impotent, whose child is Allison carrying? Isabelle returns home only to be served with divorce papers... What happens after the truth about Allison's pregnancy is exposed? Will Carlos accept Isabelle as she is the wrong surrogate? Find out as you keep reading.

“They say every Alpha has a shadow. I was his—a pale imitation of the woman he truly loved. And our sick daughter? An inconvenient reminder of his mistake.” Alpha King Kairi promised Sze forever, but she was just a substitute—a cheaper version of the goddess he truly desired. After years of living a lie, Sze discovers his cruel plan to send her and their sick child away. Broke, desperate, and humiliated, she will do anything to save her daughter, even beg from the monsters of her past. But when Kairi storms back into her life, his protection feels as dangerous as his rejection. Is his sudden change of heart real, or just another game to keep his secrets buried?

He rejected me. The moon bound my soul to his, but James Cantu, Alpha of the Blackthorn Pack, looked straight in the eyes and said to me “I am not worthy”. I am weak. Too pitiful. Too broken. And when he turned his back on me, I carried a secret he never knew, his child. Later on, time passed, but fate is wicked. He returned. He wants me back, not as the pitied and miserable girl he once rejected, but as the woman I’ve become. And now I already have a lover but when his eyes meet a child with my smile and his wolf’s scent, everything unfolds. Now, the Alpha who shattered me wants me. He will stop at damn all to have me back. But between jealous rivals, evil enemies, and a fight that threatens Moonveil itself, I don’t know if I can endure giving my heart to him again. Because love is a menace when it belongs to a wolf.

Lunatte Estelle earns extra money from a part-time job at a hotel but is dragged into the room and accidentally had sex with a mysterious man. There was no time for Lunatte to be sad. She was so tough that even four years later; she was gifted with the quintuplets. Lunatte often gets bullied by people around her for giving birth to quintuplets without the presence of a husband, but Lunatte is notorious. She is strong, optimistic, and worked hard in her life. With an optimistic and strong personality, she has not been dragged down by raising five children but has lived a very sunny life. Russell Houston is a young billionaire. The president of the Houston Group, at a young age, is ruthless and stern, known for his iron and bloody skills, and is not interested in women. But because of an accident, he must be involved and bonded with a foreign woman he sleeps with. After four years of not seeing that figure, he saw her back at the imperial bar. The woman was dressed very ugly. Surprised, Russel grabbed her arm. “What are you doing here?" Russell asked in a bitter voice. “Can you let go of my hand?" asked Lunatte with that irritated expression. *** “Tomorrow afternoon. I will come there. Make sure the woman is in her place!" he said with a firm tone. *** “You are very handsome but lamentably too narcissistic, sir! Thinking that women are after you. After all…” Lunatte's gaze fell downwards. “What do you see?! “Are yours so big and mighty that I would even take a peek at you? Hm, I'm not sure," said Lunatte. Putting on an elemental face while looking at Russel, who was frozen after hearing her words. “YOU!” What will happen next? Read more and find out!

Two men. One team. And a rivalry that burns hotter than ice. Noah Vance thought working as the Vancouver Storm’s physio would be just another job. Until Stefan Kovacs, the new captain, walked in tall, arrogant, and impossible to ignore. Every practice, every game, every accidental touch sparks something Noah isn’t supposed to feel. Stefan doesn’t just play on the ice he plays with hearts, including Noah’s. With exes lurking, jealous teammates, and the high-pressure world of hockey, Noah has to decide: follow the rules… or follow his heart. Falling for the captain was never part of the plan but the ice doesn’t lie.

Chelsea Evans is drowning. Her mother is critically ill. The bills won’t stop coming. And when her father is fired from his janitor job, everything she’s been fighting for starts to collapse. Then the man from the elevator turns out to be her only chance. Davis Dylan—rich, arrogant, untouchable—offers her a deal she can’t refuse: her father gets his job back… if Chelsea becomes his mistress. No love. No promises. Just a contract. Thrown into Davis’s glamorous world of power, parties, and public possession, Chelsea is labeled a gold digger and treated like “another one.” But the longer she stays, the more dangerous the lines become—between control and desire, hate and attraction, survival and self-destruction. She needed money. He wanted to have fun. Yet love always find a way.