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My Ex Has My Baby

My Ex Has My Baby

Griffin's parents forcibly ended Griffin and Zaylee's relationship under the pretext of a quid pro quo that assisted Zaylee because her family's company had gone bankrupt. Griffin was willing to accept Zaylee as his secretary to exact revenge for his pain from being deceived by her. Their relationship was too complicated to explain, and the longer it had ended, the more it heated up due to past grudges. Griffin had a fiancée who was a friend of his father and a business partner from their respective families. Their arranged engagement was made for the benefit of both families' businesses. The night of Griffin and Frey's engagement event, he had to be disrupted because Zaylee appeared and declared she was pregnant. Griffin was the father of the unborn child in her womb, which made him even angrier as the situation worsened, not to mention his parents' anger towards him. Griffin was furious because Zaylee was so stubborn. He had tried hard to persuade her to have an abortion, as he saw it as the only easy and advantageous solution for both parties. However, Zaylee was unwilling, saying that even a lion wouldn't eat its offspring. How could a mother kill her innocent flesh and blood? Time continued to pass, Zaylee's pregnancy grew, and it became a looming issue for Griffin. It also had an impact on his company's stocks. Zaylee eventually gave up, choosing to isolate herself rather than seek accountability from Griffin, who accused her of various actions that damaged her reputation. Surprisingly, her departure led Griffin to discover a truth he had not known. His perspective on Zaylee changed, and he now admitted to himself that even after their relationship ended forcibly, his heart still belonged to her, regardless of his engagement and upcoming marriage with another woman.
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A Wolf King's Last Plea After a Broken Blood Pact

A Wolf King's Last Plea After a Broken Blood Pact

Today is the death anniversary of Jordan Willis, the Alpha of the Moonshadow Pack. He's also known as my dead mate. My name is Sasha Calhoun, a she-wolf who descends from a family with a weakened bloodline. I'm also the current Luna of the Moonshadow Pack. In a world where the bloodline purity determines the status quo of werewolf society, I seem to exist solely to enter a marriage alliance with Jordan, the Alpha who comes from the most elite family with a pureblooded heritage. This is a political trade meant to strengthen Jordan's position in his family as well as reassure the Elder Council. A year ago, Alpha Jordan sacrificed himself in a blazing inferno while on a mission. I become the most pitied she-wolf in the pack who has to keep the only light on in my empty home. At the same time, I need to protect the only flicker of hope in this pack. As I carry a bouquet of white lilies, which were Alpha Jordan's favorite flowers when he was still alive, I approach his grave. The pup in my womb seems to have picked up on my emotions, for it kicks me gently. I can feel the hum of a powerful and pure-blooded lifeform from the movement. It's the lifeblood of a pup destined to become the future powerful Alpha. Even though I'm still carrying the pup, I still feel reassured and proud. But the next thing I know, I spot a wolf sinking down to one knee far away on the horizon. He appears to be proposing to my younger sister, Winnie Calhoun. Even though there's more than 300 feet between us, I can still smell the Alpha's familiar scent, which seizes me by my heart. After all, I had once immersed myself in that particular scent for countless days and nights in the past. That Alpha… is actually Alpha Jordan, who supposedly died one year ago! I instinctively clutch my belly, my palm caressing the newly-developed heartbeat of my unborn pup. Then, I call the pack guards.
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A Transactional Mom: I Collect Payment Ten Years Later

A Transactional Mom: I Collect Payment Ten Years Later

My mom has been brainwashing me with her "quid pro quo" rule. Apparently, I must work hard in earning money just to get whatever I want. A round of doing the dishes earns me 50 cents. Mopping the floor once grants me one dollar. If I get a full score in my exams, that'll be five dollars. In order to buy a pair of white sneakers that I had had my eye on for a long time, I spent three months picking up trash from the streets. I lived like a maid who was paid on one-time services in this home. When I was a high school senior, I fainted during my homeroom period due to long periods of malnutrition. Even though my doctor suggested to my mom to pay attention to my nutrient intake, she began calculating the costs in front of my sick bed instead. "Your hospitalization costs 300 dollars. On top of that, you have a 200-dollar medical bill to settle. All of these costs will be reflected on your wedding gifts in the future, Emily." But when I turned my head, I saw a student sitting on the bed being fed chicken noodle soup by her own mother. Said mother was so heartbroken by her daughter's illness that she kept shedding tears as well. At that moment, my outlook on the world, that I had been maintaining for 18 long years, finally crumbled into dust. It turned out that not all children needed to work hard just to feel their parents' love. After getting discharged from the hospital and returning home, I finally sobered up the moment I noticed the sneakers that my younger brother, Arnold Baird, wore that cost several thousands of dollars. Then, I tore the family portrait into pieces and didn't hesitate to fill in the university that was located the furthest from home when it was time for me to submit my post-graduation details. Ten years later, my mom calls me on the phone. She starts crying to me how Arnold has swindled her out of her pension. Apparently, he's even sold the house just so he can elope with his girlfriend. Not only is my mom alone now, but she doesn't have a place to stay as well. I just smile as I throw her a piece of rag. "You want to live with me, huh? No problem. You'll earn 50 cents for every window you wipe. You can earn your rent like this."
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