Rui Hachimura Girlfriend

My girlfriend found out that my water bottle cost $30,000. She then demanded I buy her father an $8 million luxury apartment in the city center. I politely refused. She said furiously, “Don’t be so stingy! He’ll be your father-in-law someday. What’s wrong with getting a head start on being a good son-in-law?” She even compiled all of our expenses during our relationship into a PowerPoint presentation and demanded we split everything. “If splitting everything equally is too much trouble for you, then just cover it all. You can afford it! “My family and I have already discussed it. I’ll give you a one-dollar gift. It means you're my only one. How perfect is that?” When she noticed I was silent, she played her final card. “If you can’t agree, then let’s forget about getting married. “You’ll never see me, your darling baby, ever again!” I looked at the detailed list of expenses on the screen. It even included $2 she had spent on a bus ride to see me. I smiled and said, “Sure. I’ll give you a $143-million gift, with more romantic meaning. And I’ll buy that apartment for your father right now.”

Under my parents' request, I work as the finance officer in my childhood friend, Julius Sanford's company. But the moment he goes on a business trip, the new intern, Lizzie Dalton, rushes into my office and demands that I process her reimbursements. As I stare at the pile of receipts that come from luxury stores, all I feel is shock. "Lizzie, I can only use the company's funds to reimburse business expenses. Why are you asking me for reimbursements when all you did was buy clothes and bags of your own?" But as soon as my words fall, Lizzie splashes a cup of coffee at me instantly. "I'm the lady boss of this company! The company's funds are my funds too! Don't think you can just reject my receipts just because you know my husband!" I do my best to suppress my fury as I dig out the company's policy and reiterate, "No, I seriously cannot do that. The company's cash flow must be reflected in the books." Seeing as I refuse to yield to her no matter what, Lizzie calls Julius on the phone and begins whining to him. "Babe, since when do I need to ask your childhood friend for approval if I want to buy something I like for myself? Or could it be that she's acting so assertively because you two are secretly having an affair?" Julius panics and tells Lizzie that he has nothing to do with me. After that, he quickly releases an announcement on the company group just so he can defend Lizzie. "Lizzie Dalton is my wife! She's the second boss of this company other than me!" After that, Julius tags me in the group. "Hey, finance! You're not my mom here! I don't like you, so please stay out of my private matters! "I'd like nothing more than to let my own wife spend my own money! If you don't like that, you can pack up and leave!" Once Julius makes his stance clear, I change my tune and reimburse Lizzie the expenses she's claimed. But one week later, Julius finds himself staring at the list of debts that's 33 feet long when he returns from his business trip.

When I was seven, my father brought home a beautiful lady who gave me a mango. That day, my mother watched me happily eating the mango while she signed her name on the divorce papers. After that, she jumped off the roof of our building. From then on, mangoes became the nightmare of my life. So on my wedding day, I told my husband, Alan Holt, "If you ever want a divorce, just give me a mango." Alan pulled me into his arms, quiet. From then on, mangoes became off-limits for him, too. On Christmas Eve of our fifth year of marriage, Alan's childhood sweetheart, Larissa Fennimore, left a mango on his desk at the office. The very same day, Alan announced he was cutting ties with Larissa and fired her from the company. That day, I truly believed he was the man I was meant to be with. Half a year later, I flew back from overseas, having just closed a partnership deal worth about 200 million dollars. At the celebration dinner, Alan handed me a drink. After I had finished half the glass, his so-called childhood sweetheart, the woman who had been kicked out of the company, stood behind me with a big grin and asked, "Does the mango juice taste good?" I stared at Alan in disbelief, and he was trying hard not to laugh. "Don't be mad. Larissa insisted I played a little joke on you. I didn't actually give you a mango; I just gave you a bottle of mango juice. But I think she's right. The fact that you don't eat mangoes is a real problem. You were really enjoying that juice just now." My face went cold. I lifted my hand and threw the rest of the mango juice in his face, then turned around and walked away. Some things are never a joke. I wouldn't kid around with mangoes or divorce.

Three years ago, I destroyed the man I loved to save his life. Now I'm crashing Adrien's engagement party because my brother is missing, and my ex-husband is the only one with the power to find him. Adrien moved on and built a safe life with a woman who won't shatter his heart the way I did. His fiancée makes it clear I'm not welcome. She's right. I'm the wife who vanished without explanation, leaving only a note saying I "couldn't handle marriage." But the truth is darker. I didn't leave because I stopped loving him. I left because someone threatened to kill him if I stayed. For three years, I've lived in hiding while my stalker pulled the strings of my life, using my terror to control me. I thought my sacrifice kept Adrien safe. I was dead wrong. Now the monster from my past is escalating his twisted game, and Adrien is in more danger than ever. Forced back into each other's lives, we must uncover a conspiracy that goes deeper than either of us imagined. But working together means risking the one thing I swore I would never gamble with "his life".

Warning: This book will make you blush, bite your lip, and fall for the man you’re supposed to hate. Steamy, sinful, and utterly addictive. This isn’t just a love story, it’s a collision of sin, lust, and everything you were told to stay away from. It’s spicy with a splash of danger. He was the one man I couldn’t have, and the only one who could ruin me. Promised to one brother. Owned by the other. One night of sin. The beginning of obsession. I was supposed to say “I do”… to his brother. But I moaned his name instead. One night of raw need turned into a dangerous obsession. He’s ruthless. He’s forbidden. His touch ruins me. His kiss brands me. His need destroys every line we should have never crossed. I was promised to one brother… But now, I belong to the one I should fear.

For a man who has spent years without any emotional attachment due to the nature of his work and because he saw them as distractions, he fell pretty hard for Nova. Years of restraint down the drain at the mere sight of the gorgeous black woman, that soon became his maddest obsession. Even though I tried to stay away... "She's like the strongest addiction, She's my obsession" He's a stranger "She belongs to me. Her very being, and just like every cell in her body will call out for me soon enough." "He makes me feel things, that I've never felt before" "She's mine to do as I want, She's mine to ruin" "In the end, I was only His To Ruin"

One anonymous night at Noir. No names. Just heat. Rielle Lawson never expected the man she slept with to be her new boss—billionaire CEO, Zayden Wolfe. What starts as a no-strings arrangement spirals into something dangerous, fueled by Zayden’s buried trauma and Rielle’s fear of love

“I’m going to have to f^ck you if you keep this up,” he growls. “I’ll bend you over and bury my c0ck deep in your needy little pu$$y.” Heaven moans. His words only fuel the fire inside her, and the knowledge of her turning him on makes her rock faster, arching her back more until her cl!t drags harder against his thigh. >>> A failed final-year school project. Seven wasted years in a school of dance. An unclear and unstable future. Those mark the start of Heaven’s miserable life. But then a random man comes along with a job offer that she cannot resist—teach his kid and earn an enormous amount. Heaven accepts the offer. Little does she know this man is Ziason Father, the Alpha of Moon’s Wrath pack. He’s infamous for his deviltry, rumored to bathe in blood and feed on it. Now Heaven is trapped under his dark claws, forced to safeguard his biggest secrets with her life and liberty. She knows she can never escape him. Even though she tried, she may end up losing her life. Yet, how sure is she that he wouldn’t still k!ll her if she stays? Especially with his brothers looming, hellbent on being obstacles to her survival.

⚠️ CONTENT WARNING ⚠️ This book contains explicit sexual content, including detailed descriptions of consensual sex between adult men. >>>>>>>>> Nikolai pins Aiden to the cadaver table, shoves his hand into his pants, and fists his throbbing cock with one ruthless stroke. Aiden’s head slams back, a broken moan ripping free as Nikolai jacks his dick raw and fast, his thumb grinding the slick head until Aiden’s hips fuck helplessly into his grip. “Fuckkkk...” >>>>>>>>> Aiden Cross who grew up dirt-poor clawed his way into the nation’s top medical school with nothing but his brilliance, every perfect grade is another step toward the day he’ll destroy the father who abandoned him and his family. Then Nikolai Serrano shows up: filthy-rich, unfairly beautiful, and somehow able to match Aiden’s perfect scores without breaking a sweat. He invades Aiden’s classes, his space, his every thought, until the tension between them detonates in the dead of night. ❗Scenes include oral sex, anal sex, manual stimulation, dirty talk, praise kink, light possessive/dominant behavior, and semi-public/risky sexual situations. If these dynamics upset you, close the book now.

Violet Greco just wanted her father to see her,Instead he sold her. So she did what she always does, she made plan. Aleksei Carmene accepted the arrangement to get his father off his back. The Greco daughter was a business decision. A name on a contract and nothing more. Two rival families. One political marriage arranged to end a war neither family started, She walks in with poison in her bouquet and an exit strategy. He walks in with a contract. Neither of them planned on the other being exactly what they needed.