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My mother was dying. Her only wish before she passed was to see me married. For 27 days, I begged my girlfriend, Monica Teller, and she finally agreed to register for marriage with me on the 27th day. I waited at the courthouse until closing, but she never came. That same day, her childhood sweetheart, Gurney Barnes, posted their marriage certificate on social media. [Time sure flies. Three more days, and we'll have been married for a month.] It was then I finally realized that she had married her childhood sweetheart since the first day I started begging her. Not long after, an apology text from Monica buzzed on my phone. [I'm so sorry, Lincoln. Gurney's family was forcing him into marriage. I couldn't stand by and watch him get shackled to a stranger. Just give it three days. We'll file for divorce. Three days later, I'll marry you." Three days later, she showed up at the courthouse in a wedding gown, But the only thing waiting for her was my message. [Goodbye, Monica. May we never meet again.]

"I think I love you. I will marry you," Damian's icy words froze Rose in her tracks. After their one-night stand, he had a change of heart. He found love elsewhere and was ready to wed someone else. But there was a twist—Rose was already carrying his child. With his mother on his side, he insisted she terminate the pregnancy. Through tearful pleas and gripping his legs, she begged him, "Please, forget about marriage and embrace your role as a father to this precious baby." However, fate had a surprise in store for her. When she discovered she carried not just one, but two babies in her womb, she made a life-altering decision—she ran away, vowing to never cross paths with him again. Five years passed, marked by her struggles, childbirth, and the relentless care she provided for her children. Then, unexpectedly, their paths converged once more. With a cool determination, she declared, "Sorry, sir, I am no longer your girl," plotting a scorching revenge. He pleaded for a second chance, but can he earn forgiveness and how?

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.

Please leave a message after the tone. "Hi. This is Julie. Si Maria Juliena Dimagiba, tanda mo pa? Nakita nga pala kita kanina. Kasama mo 'yong boyfriend mo habang sakay kayo ng auto mo. Hindi mo siguro ako napansin kasi nobyo mo 'yong umorder para sa inyo. Oo, ako 'yong nasa drive thru. Rome... I'm sorry. Ang sama-sama ko noong mga bata pa tayo. Sorry sa lahat ng mga pambubully ko. Alam mo... feeling ko kinakarma na ako ngayon. Kasi ang yaman-yaman at ang sikat-sikat mo na, e. Tapos heto ako... kahit anong kayod ko, kahit anong sikap ko, wala pa rin. Hindi ako manghihingi ng pera sa'yo ha. Tumawag lang ako kasi gusto kong mag-sorry at sabihing..." Mahal kita, Borromeo Buendia Jr. Mahal kita kahit pansexual ka pa, bakla, o ano pa. I hung up and sent my message, leaving my confession still untold.

"The way you behave...behave around me, with me it's highly inappropriate. I don't want you think I'll be your little assistant that you fuck on top of your desk or in the break room, if that's your intention I think it's best if you fire me or atleast send me back to work for Mr Caine," I told him after a couple seconds of silence I turned to face him to be greeted with a hard look on his face."Amelia....I'm sorry if you thought that was my intention, I can see where you would get that idea.. and I apologize for my lack of communication, in what I want,""So what do you want?" I asked my voice sounding strange I cleared my throat, he reached forward taking my ice-cream placing it on the bench his hand moving to my chin making sure I held eye contact."You..I want you Amelia," he answered his voice soft but held a level of firmness. Before another thought can pass through my mind, his lips are on mine

(Mature contents for 18 years old or more) "I am not the holy woman that a man wants to marry. Too many men’s hands have touched me. I am dirty and unworthy to be beside you, much less to bear your child. I think the entire world will be against this. Sorry, I turn it down. Thank you for your offer, sir,” I replied in a trembling voice. It took just one day for Jennifer Swan to take a hundred and eighty degrees turn towards disaster. Her aunt sold her to a ruthless billionaire to make money for them and pay for her uncle’s cancer operation. But that evil billionaire put her in his famous brothel to be an escort. Several years later, she became a star and high-class escort that not all men can book without her will. One day, fate lead her to a new journey. A disabled billionaire came into her life, changed everything, and offer her a contract marriage. Since then, her life has turned three hundred and sixty degrees. Who is that disabled billionaire? Why he wants Jennifer so badly? How will Jennifer live next?

I went viral, all for the wrong reasons. The world came down hard on me, all because I refused to approve my employee, Cassandra’s, maternity leave. Cassandra tore me apart online. “Why won’t you grant me maternity leave? “The government wants the birth rate to go up. Even if you’re the CEO, you can’t go against the law. “I get it. The low birth rate exists because heartless capitalists like you treat employees like nothing. “Fam, back me up here. Am I wrong to protect my unborn child? “I have a legal right to maternity leave.” With her words striking a chord with the young generation, the livestream became a viral sensation. Many spammed the company’s social media to criticise me. There were memes of me as a funeral portrait everywhere. Some even mailed wreaths to the office. The board ordered me to apologize live. I plugged into Cassandra’s stream and looked at her calmly. “I’m sorry, but I still can’t approve your leave.”

The old saying goes, “You may feel good mistreating your spouse, but trying to win them back will be a laborious task.”Before the divorce, Michael saw Ivanka as a heartless, self-serving woman who would stop at nothing to reach her goals. But after the split, the man who once declared that “falling in love makes you a fool” became the fool himself. “Marry me, honey. I love you,” he pleaded. “Marry me, honey. I’m sorry,” he begged. “Marry me, honey. I’ll make it up to you for the rest of my life,” he promised. Ivanka simply retorted, “Would you please stop following me around? You’re driving me crazy. Are you a dog or what?” To this, Michael replied, “I’m your lapdog, honey. I’ll only bark for you.”Ivanka smirked. As a successful lawyer, renowned physician, and elite hacker, why would she ever consider remarrying this worthless man and becoming his caretaker once again?“I won’t remarry you, you b*stard. Stay away from me,” she declared.

An employee blasted me on TikTok, accusing me of not approving her wedding leave. Ainsley Castillo ranted, "Our marriage rates are low; birth rates are low. It's all because of toxic capitalists like you! You won't even approve my wedding leave. In your eyes, am I just a workhorse? Not even a person? I believed your nonsense about building an all-women company and a women-friendly workplace. Now your true bloodsucking capitalist face is showing!" The video blew up instantly, and countless young people empathized with her hardcore. They piled on online, cursing me, even doxxing me and sending razor blades. As the boss, I went live and confronted her head-on. "Sorry, but I can't approve her wedding leave. She can quit and go through labor arbitration, or sue me, but her wedding leave is out of the question." The live stream exploded in views that day. Among the supporters for her, some claimed to be lawyers, offering to sue me pro bono. But Ainsley looked troubled. "I just want my wedding leave. I never thought about quitting, let alone suing her."

The Horror Game invaded the world. Real players entered the game, and their every move would be broadcast live. My adopted son shoved me—an eighty-eight-year-old woman—straight into a deadly dungeon to save his own skin. One of the comments in the live stream predicted: [What? They’re tossing in such an elderly woman? No way she’s gonna survive the first night!] On the first night, a frost-bitten ghost exhaled icy breath in my face. I shrugged off my thick floral coat, feeling sorry for her. “You poor thing! You must be freezing. Listen to me and bundle up quickly!” The second night, a starving ghost lunged at me with blood dripping down his chin. I sniffed the air, then found a jar of pickled cabbage. “Look at how skinny you are! Come on, let me get you something hot to eat.” On the final day, the last surviving players tied me up, desperate to steal the one ticket to escape. However, before they could touch me, every ghost in the dungeon came storming out, cleavers and rolling pins in hand. “Touch her, and you’re dead meat!”