Retractable Screen Door Screen Replacement

I stare at the email on my screen, unable to move my fingers. Tomorrow is our company's crucial product launch, and I just learn that the patent for the algorithm I spent three years developing is now filed under Matthew Ashford's new assistant, Sophie Bennett. I storm into Matthew's office to confront him. Sophie sits on his desk with her legs crossed, looking completely innocent. She claims that she filled out the form by mistake. "It's just a clerical error. The patent still belongs to the company. What's the big deal?" Matthew stands up from his chair, positioning himself in front of Sophie. I can't believe what I am hearing. "Matthew, this is my research!" "Emma, you're thirty-five. Why are you picking a fight with a twenty-three-year-old intern?" He frowns. Then, he turns to Sophie. "Starting tomorrow, you're the new CTO. Emma needs… some time off." I'm utterly stunned. A decade of marriage and five years dedicated to building a company together have been shattered by a few casual words from him. Thirty minutes later, Sophie posts a photo on social media of herself sitting on Matthew's lap. They are both clinking champagne glasses. "So lucky to have the best boss ever. I'll make sure to be his loyal kitten." Below that, Matthew leaves a comment—three red heart emojis. I shut my laptop and pick up my phone. "Hello. Is this Mr. David Langley from Novara Group of Sundale Valley? This is Emma Whitmore. I've changed my mind. I'm ready to join you." I pause. "And by the way, about that unreleased algorithm upgrade, I have the complete technical blueprint. Make me an offer." Later, I fly to Tallisport with an eight-figure check in hand, while Matthew goes frantic trying to find me.

I stood between both of them masking my son from his gorgeous daddy but my stubborn son cocked his head and gave his dad a very beautiful sunburnt smile. I couldn't help but chuckle my baby is too cute. "Mommy, is this Daddy?" Oh my God! I looked behind us at Jale who was only a few steps away from us. I bet he clearly heard what my son had just asked me. The was he was looking at me with curiousty, I knew he wanted an answer to that question too. Who am I even kidding from his viking gold hair, brown chocolate eyes, his fair skin, to proud attitude. Everything he was was the same thing my boy was. Chase was a true young version of his daddy but I would never let him know that. I crouched down in front of my angel and kissed his forehead before answering his question. My eyes shot up at Jale again who pretended like he was looking at something on his phone yet his phone's screen was blank then. After making sure he had his attention to us, I cupped my baby's cheeks and made him look into my eyes. "No honey, this man is not your daddy but uncle. He is uncle Jale." I could see Jale's face fall from the sides of my face. Suck a jerk! What did he expect that I was going to say Chase is his son. That is something I would never do in my life. I would never let Jale into my son's life. I will never let him know he is my baby's daddy because he doesn't deserve my little boy at all. He doesn't deserve us after all the horrible things he did to me five years ago.

I'm a mafia princess with crippling social anxiety. My fiancé, Rocco Falcone, is our family's consigliere. He’s the exact opposite of me—extroverted, effortlessly charming, a master at reading and bending people. He's supposed to be my protector. My only link to the outside world. Tonight was the charity gala for my late mother. I was hiding in the darkest corner, a mask covering my face. Rocco was supposed to give the speech. My speech. He never showed. [Emergency. Sorry. Skip the speech, I know you hate the attention. Driver will take you home after the auction. Don't wait up.] Then I saw Livia’s new post. It was a picture of Rocco, draping his suit jacket over her shoulders. He was looking down at her, his eyes full of a tenderness he never showed me. The caption was a gut punch: [No prom date, so my big bro saved the day! Couldn't have done it without him! ] The cold hit me. Bone deep. He ditched a memorial for my dead mother... to take his stepsister to a university dance? The guests began whispering and sneering that I, the famously awkward, socially crippled princess, couldn’t even force a word out. I stared at the whiskey I’d ordered for him. The ice in my glass was melting. Just like the hope in my heart. When I got back to our empty penthouse, my screen was lit up with missed calls and texts from Rocco. The last one came in thirty minutes ago: [Aurelia, trouble at Livia's prom. You know how she gets. Couldn't leave her. Your mother's gala means everything. I'll make it up to you, I promise. Next time will be perfect. Trust me.] I didn't reply. An engagement held together by "next time." Was a promise like that even worth keeping?

“So, tell me about yourself Mr. Davenport?” she asks. I don’t look up from my computer, as I log in. “What do you want to know, Miss Harvey?” I ask her. "Are you perhaps dating anyone right now?" she asks. I look up at her surprised by her question. I shake my head. "No..." it’s true I’m not dating anyone right now. Her smile brightens. “That’s good.” She tells me. I frown, “Why would that be good exactly?” I ask, I look back at the screen and see Kendell hasn’t arrived at the sight yet, I’m about to tell her when she speaks again. “So Mr. Davenport, do you find little old me attractive?” she asks me. I look at her… “What are you getting at Miss Harvey?” I ask her. “Come humor me…” she tilts her head. I sigh. “I’d be a fool not to find you attractive, though I don’t know how that’s of any pertinence to right now." I tell her. She smiles. “So what do you say Mr. Davenport, or can I call you Blake?” I ask her. I have no idea what she’s up to. I choose to ignore her. She moves closer to me. “Come on now, don’t ignore me.” she says. I look at her, a little dress that leaves little to the imagination. She’s leaning onto the desk giving me a full view of her breasts. Is she hitting on me? She is hitting on me right? “So how sturdy is this desk exactly?” she asks. I take her in, it’s been four years since I’ve so much as touched a woman sexually. Hell I can’t even tell if she’s flirting with me.

She was betrayed by her fiancé and her own younger sister, unexpectedly finds herself pregnant with triplets. A cold and domineering heir binds her and the children to him through a contractual agreement. As she unwittingly falls in love with him, she discovers to her shock that all he truly wants are the three children, and she is merely a replacement for another woman! Heartbroken, she gives birth to the triplets but then faces a life-threatening situation, narrowly escaping from a fire.

Christmas Eve was meant to be the culmination of seven years of long-distance longing—the day Lorenzo finally slid an engagement ring onto my finger. Instead, a sudden emergency surgery chained me to the operating table. The patient wasn't just suffering from a premature delivery and catastrophic hemorrhaging; she was riddled with infections, the biological fallout of a reckless, hedonistic lifestyle. The girl on the table spat out orders with a venomous entitlement that made my blood run cold. "My husband is the head of the Corleone family. He’s second to none, and this entire city bows to him. If you can’t save my baby, you’re all dead." My mind went blank. There was only one head of the Corleone family: Lorenzo. "You’ve got the wrong man," I said, my voice wavering despite my frown. "The news said he’s already engaged to a woman from a rival family for a strategic alliance." The girl looked at me as if I’d just told a pathetic joke. She surveyed me with a mocking sneer. "Oh, he’s mentioned that woman. He said she’s like a cold corpse—that even touching her makes him sick to his stomach. She doesn't provide him a fraction of the pleasure I do." She smirked. "He heard something happened to the baby. He’s en route from Sicily right now with his personal detail." She flicked her phone screen open. There it was: a photo of her and Lorenzo, locked in a suffocatingly intimate embrace. I froze. A second later, a notification from Lorenzo vibrated against my palm. “Darlin’, something urgent came up tonight. I’m skipping the engagement dinner. I’ll make it up to you later.” Since they were so utterly in love, I decided to give them exactly what they wanted. I dialed a number that had been silent for three years—the number of the true mastermind of the underworld, Don Sebastian. "Does your proposal from three years ago still stand?"

Caregiver sa gabi, secretary sa umaga, ganyan ang araw-araw na buhay ni Irina Elizalde matapos lamunin ng trahedya ang masayang pamilya niya. Nang mamatay ang Papa niya sa isang aksidente at mabaldado ang Mama niya, napilitan siyang maging breadwinner, kahit pa sinisisi siya ng Tita Shiela niya sa lahat ng nangyari. Sa pagiging caregiver, may konting ginhawa naman siya, lalo na’t mabait ang matandang inaalagaan niya na si Lola Vicky. Pero sa trabaho niya bilang secretary ng suplado at bastos na CEO na si Ravi Lopez, araw-araw siyang parang nasa impyerno. Mabuti na lang at guwapo at yummy, kaya napagtitiisan niya, kahit na, gusto na niya itong layasan. Isang gabi, panay ang iyak ni Irina sa inaalagaan niyang si Lola Vicky. Kinuwento niya rito ang lahat ng paghihirap na dinadanas ngayon sa buhay niya. Sa awa ng matanda sa kaniya, binigyan siya nito ng mission. Mission na kailangang hanapin ang pörnstar na may-ari ng diary na hawak ngayon ni Lola Vicky, at kapag nahanap niya ito, ipapamana ng matanda sa kaniya bilyong-bilyong yaman nito. Ang problema, tila screen name lang ang meron siya. Mr. Ryder King. Iyon kasi ang nakalagay sa diary nito. Bukod doon, gusto ng matanda na sila ang magkatuluyan. Makukuha lang ni Irina ang bilyong-bilyong mana nito kung pakakasalan siya ni Mr. Ryder King. Paano kaya kapag nalaman ni Irina, na ang may-ari pala ng Diary ng XXX Celebrity ay ang suplado, bastos at mayabang niyang Boss CEO na si Ravi Lopez, pakakasalanan niya kaya ito? Kung payag man si Irina na pakasalan ito para sa bilyong-bilyong mana ni Lola Vicky, pumayag naman kaya si Ravi Lopez na pakasalan siya?

Ethan Klein has never shown me a shred of tenderness despite being with me for three years. He's the prestigious and untouchable Alpha King of Eclipse Kingdom. I, on the other hand, am just a fragile human replacement of his mate. All the wolves know that Ethan's fated mate is my older sister, Nora Mueller, who has fled from the altar. In the past three years, Ethan has shown me his wild and domineering side at night. But whenever he's done taking from me, he abandons me ruthlessly without a second thought. I'm really tired of this life. But one day, Nora, who has gone missing for three years, sends me a text to announce her eventual return. The entire Kingdom can't wait to watch me humiliate myself. But the truth is, I'm secretly pleased when I see the text. Finally, Ethan's fated mate is here to take over her responsibilities! There's hope for my busted hip! In order to ensure that Ethan will break the bond with me, I send Ethan a few fabricated photos of me cheating on him under the guise of my lover. "Ethan, I'll gladly take your replacement mate off your hands."

The young Omega Eva Gibson was certain that Austin Belmont was pursuing her older sister and would do anything to keep the Alpha’s promiscuous eldest son away from the only family that she had remaining at the Red Moon Pack.  Feeling like a possible replacement for her sister in Austin’s heart, Eva is reluctant to fall for the Alpha's son. Whispers of curses and rumors of an ancient rare wolf species surround her in this story of Eva finding herself and her role in saving someone remarkable.

The day I received my medical report and found out I was pregnant, my husband—Alpha Scott Hansen—held a small wedding ceremony in the hospital garden with his first love and former mate, Gillian Boyd. He explained, “Her final wish in this life was to be my bride.” But what about me? What was I to him? A replacement? It finally hit me—ten years of unwavering devotion and sacrifice meant nothing compared to a single tear shed by his first love.