Sorry Wrong Number Characters

In the glittering skyline of New York City, four women, all brilliant in finance, dominate the boardrooms by day—but their personal lives are a battlefield. Each is navigating heartbreak, failed relationships, and the challenge of maintaining their faith in a city that never sleeps and rarely forgives. Main Characters: Amara Bennett – The fearless hedge fund manager whose sharp mind earns billions for investors but whose heart has been closed off since a devastating betrayal. She’s fiercely loyal to her friends but struggles to trust God with her life and love. Lila Torres – A venture capitalist with a magnetic personality. She’s a hopeless romantic, constantly falling for the wrong men, yet she’s the glue that keeps the friend group together. Sienna Clarke – An investment banker who hides vulnerability behind power suits and deadlines. She’s questioning her purpose beyond money, wealth, and societal approval. Talia Reese – A fintech entrepreneur known for her cutting-edge ideas. Spirituality is a quiet whisper in her life; she struggles to balance ambition with inner peace.

“Who the hell changed the screw tolerance by 0.007 mm?” “I did. Is there a problem?” Kimmy Zabel, our department’s “good-luck charm” and full-time slacktivist, did not even look up from her compact mirror, where she was carefully applying lip gloss. “It just didn’t look right, so I tweaked it. Do you really have to yell at me?” The production line had been running on the wrong spec for twenty-four hours. I hit the emergency stop. Keeping my voice steady took some effort. “These parts no longer meet export standards. If we miss tomorrow’s shipment, even a month of overtime wouldn’t cover the penalties.” “It’s one tiny number. You’re being so dramatic!” Kimmy snapped her makeup case shut. “Anyway, it’s New Year’s Eve. I’ve got a date. I’m not staying here to suffer with you people.” Before she even reached the door, I gestured to the staff to pull the shutters down. “For precision components like these, one number translates into a million-dollar loss. You can take these defective units and explain them to the regulators.”

It's been one month, one month simula nung mapansin ko na there's something off about me, something's not normal at nag simula lahat after THAT night. "Shots! Shots! Shots! Shots!" "One shot! One shot! Woahhhhhh" "Truth or Dare?" "Dare!" "See that handsome guy on the bar counter wearing a black polo shirt? Get his number" "EZ! So easy!" Nag simula sa dare na dapat hihingin ko lang ang number and ended waking up next morning in a bed with a total stranger, BOTH NAKED.

I went through 100 hormone shots for him—just to finally get pregnant. Five years begging those shots to work—all for Rafe Morello. The Don with ice in his veins... but also the guy who used to wipe sweat off my forehead in the middle of the night. Everyone thought we were goals. Then I handed over my lab results, and the nurse paused, blinking up at me. "Sorry, what's your relationship to Rafe Morello? There's already a pregnancy under his wife's name." I froze. Carmela Vitale. His dead brother's wife. Spouse listed: Rafe Morello. Breathing? Suddenly optional. No tears. No drama. I just slid off my ring and tucked it into my bag. Then I called the number buried at the bottom of my drawer. My voice? Freakishly calm. "Yeah. Three days. Pick me up." It wasn't about revenge. I left because I finally got it—some people, you gotta cut loose if you ever wanna stop bleeding. Three days later, he walked into a silent bedroom. On the nightstand: my wedding ring, the signed divorce papers, and a copy of the ultrasound. He sat on the floor and just... kept rubbing that ring. Regret doesn't knock. It floods. And that night, it drowned every lie he thought he could get away with. That was when he finally figured it out—love could wreck a person worse than hate ever could.

หล่อ รวยแถมใหญ่ขนาดนี้ ใครไม่ชอบแต่ยี่หวาชอบ! "หนูชื่อยี่หวานะคะเสี่ย" "ฉันไม่ชอบเด็ก" "แต่หวาเรียนมหาลัยแล้วนะคะ อีกอย่าง เด็กที่ไหนจะนมใหญ่ขนาดนี้ล่ะคะเสี่ย" "ฉันบอกไปแล้ว ฉันไม่ชอบเด็ก ยิ่งเด็กแก่แดดแบบเธอฉันยิ่งไม่ชอบ" "บางที เด็กแก่แดดอย่างหวา......อาจจะทำให้เสี่ยครางเหมือนเสียซิงครั้งแรกก็ได้นะคะ" - CHARACTERS - เสี่ยอิฐ "ฉันไม่ชอบเด็ก" ยี่หวา "แต่หวาชอบเสี่ย!" "เสี่ยยอมให้มันเอาแต่ไม่ยอมให้หวาเอา หรือเสี่ยคิดว่าหวาไม่มีน้ำยา หวาเกิดมาเพื่อเป็นเมียเสี่ย แล้วก็จะเป็นเมียคนเดียวของเสี่ย เสี่ยจะเอาอีพวกนั้นอีกสักกี่ร้อยคน เสี่ยก็ต้องจำใส่สมองเอาไว้ ว่าเมียเสี่ยมีได้แค่คนเดียวคือยี่หวาคนนี้เท่านั้น!" เมื่อผู้ชายอย่างเสี่ยอิฐ นักธุรกิจหนุ่มวัย 35 ที่ร่ำรวยและหล่อเหลาจน ยี่หวา รู้สึกอยากได้มาเป็นผัวจนตัวสั่นตั้งแต่ครั้งแรกที่เห็น ปฏิบัติการอ่อยเสี่ยอิฐมาทำผัวของเด็กสาวมหาลัยไฟแรดแรงสะท้าน เรื่องน่าปวดหัวปนเสียวหัวจึงเริ่มขึ้นหลังจากยี่หวาตั้งใจแน่วแน่ ว่าเธอต้องได้เสี่ยอิฐมาครอบครองแต่เพียงผู้เดียว! "อายุไม่ใช่อุปสรรค อุปสรรคเดียวที่มีคือโคแก่ ไม่ยอมกินหญ้าอ่อน!

In the first year I was brought home, the phony heiress Viola Baker suggested a trip to Gold Island to build a sisterly connection with me. My fiancé, Jeremy Abbott, had joined us to ensure our safety. However, they ended up amassing significant gambling debts at the island's casinos. In a bid to flee, he abandoned me on the island as a hostage, vanishing without a trace alongside Viola. The casino staff restrained me, poised to unleash their wrath upon me. In my frantic struggle, I glimpsed a phone number labeled "Island Owner" on the leader's phone screen. "Could that be the number of my brother, who had cared for me for more than a decade?"

The first year after they finally bring me home, the impostor suggests a trip to Golden Island so we can build some brotherly rapport. For safety, my fiancee comes with us. They rack up a massive gambling debt at Golden Island's casino. To get themselves out of trouble, she leaves me behind as a hostage and disappears with him. The casino thugs pin me down, ready to take out their anger on me. I struggle to break free, and that is when I notice the leader's phone lighting up with a number for the island owner. Isn't that the number of the adoptive sister who has adored me for more than a decade?

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?"

Alex dropped his head into his hands. Amelia wanted to comfort him, but she didn’t know yet where they stood. She could be out on her butt in a few minutes.Alex sighed. “I’m sorry that she’s done this to you. It was your story to tell me when you were ready.”“Alex?”“Yeah?”“Are we okay? Do you need me to leave?”He strode to her and fell to his knees. He put his hands on her arms. “There is no need for you to leave. We are more than okay.”***Amelia is an independent white hat hacker who meets and beds a man at a tech conference. Fast forward several months and she finds out she’s pregnant. She finds him just to tell him he’s going to be a father. She finds out he’s Alex Hillen, the billionaire owner of a gaming company. He decides it’s his job to take care of this woman who has never been taken care of.What could go wrong? Hacker for the Billionaire Tech Daddy is created by Chris Redding, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

I've been married to my Mafia Boss husband for 15 years. When we first got married, he couldn't even afford a ring, but I didn't care; I loved him. I hid my identity. I secretly used my family's influence to help him build his empire from scratch, and I even bore him two children. His adopted sister always mocked me, calling me an old-fashioned housewife and saying I wasn't good enough for him. To avoid embarrassing him, I always endured it. Until our 15th anniversary, because both me and his adopted sister wore red dresses, he told me to stay in the kitchen: "Sofia's right. That red doesn't suit you. Don't come out until the banquet actually ends. Stay in the kitchen. I don't need the Dons from New York seeing you and getting the wrong impression." I was completely heartbroken and didn't argue anymore. I dialed a number I hadn't made in 15 years: "Principessa?" "It's me," I said, my voice steady. "Tell those old fossils on the Council... Isabella Corleone is coming home."