The Case Of The Bizarre Bouquets

After my boyfriend, Jonathan Jenson, gets laid off from his work, I let him stay at my home out of the kindness of my heart. But he thinks he's the actual owner of my home now. Not only does he spend my money, but he also moves his family into my residence. The entire Jenson family spends my money nilly-willy, and yet they have the nerve to demand that I scrimp up every penny when it comes to my own needs and wants. Jonathan's mother even has the gall to slap me on the spot just because I bought myself a milkshake. "This is my son's money! What makes you think you have the right to spend it all?" I retaliate by freezing their bank cards and throwing their luggage out of my home. "What's with the ego, huh? You're leeching off me, yet you have the guts to trample all over me like that? In that case, get the hell out of my sight!"

“Just who is the woman behind that mask?” It’s no lie that Evangeline Laendler is one of the best con artists around. The trail of devastated moneybags who are both heartbroken and near bankruptcy because of her is enough proof. It’s all owed to her impeccable skills of switching through disguises and emanating the characteristics that her targets want to see. But this was not the life she and her dear brother had wanted for Evangeline. So when a high-priced opportunity to retire early suddenly comes, Evangeline accepts it. It was easy anyway. Seduce the billionaire heir, sway him to do terrible things so he doesn’t inherit the company, break his heart, then leave. Easy. It’s not like there was more to this guy’s story, right? What was unknown to her was just how messy and tangled this new job was, revealing secrets that even she never knew about her life. In any case, she will keep fighting to keep the facade on. Although this time, someone might just be able to unveil the real Evangeline hiding underneath.

Mom is diagnosed with a benign fibroid during her check-up, but somehow, she ends up getting her entire uterus removed, leading to her getting an infection and dying from it. With the surgical records in hand, I decide to sue the doctor for malpractice. But my wife, Anastasia Ziegler, who's also the director of the hospital, personally steps in to vouch for him. Enraged, I question her why. However, Anastasia just shoves me away coldly. "Your mom was already that old. What use did she have for her uterus? Louis' future is more important! Anyway, I'll waive the hospital bills. You'd better take down the court case, though. Don't embarrass me any further in the hospital." As I gaze at Mom's cold corpse, I can't help but chuckle. It turns out that Anastasia has no idea that her beloved side piece has killed off her actual mom, who had stayed widowed for many years.

After being betrayed by his loyal and best friend for a crime he didn't commit, Mateo is on the run with the FBI and prosecutors on his tail. With no one to turn to or meet, he stumbles upon someone he least expected to meet; Arianna Romano. The notorious Mafia Queen and the case he was working on before he was fired. But when she takes him hostage, he soon realizes she isn't what everyone said she was. Arianna Romano was known for these things; she wasn't merciful and she was ruthless. When she found a detective who was rumored to be on the run she is meant to have killed him because he's a threat but she felt a strange pull and connection towards him and she already knew she had taken a interest in him but she knew they could never work because of their different line of works. She's always been in control, but she finds herself cowering down for him. One thing was sure she always gets what she wants, no matter what..

Five years after my death, my husband, Lucas Grant, wanted me to take the blame for his lover in a drunk driving incident. He had barged into my house with forged evidence, but realized I was not inside. He had no other choice but to knock on my neighbor’s door. However, my neighbor told him, “Joan? She died a long time ago. “I heard that the family of that case was not happy with the verdict, so they abducted her the day she was released from prison. She was tortured for three days straight!” Lucas did not believe the neighbor. He was furious that I was creating a ridiculous lie just to escape. He yelled angrily at my neighbor. “Don’t think I’ll believe you! Joan must have paid you to lie to me! “Tell her that it’s no use hiding. If she doesn’t contact me in three days, I’ll no longer pay the alimony for that rascal!” However, he did not know that the person that his lover had killed in the drunk driving accident was the very rascal he was referring to.

Lily Rose Scott's life was like any other normal girl. She lives a simple life and does temp jobs for living. But before living her agency she is assigned to one last job for secretary to a CEO who is none other than the son of her God Father. Never had she imagined in her wildest imagination that this man would become more than her boss, a secret boyfriend. Ryan Adam Anderson has been gone through one worse relationship to realise nothing is worth that pain again but all that changes when he gets one look at his temp secretary and he wants her. So he puts forth proposal. And then starts their simple but secret relationship. Enjoy the journey of sweet and secret love story of Lily and Ryan with little problems. Disclaimer :- English is not my first language. So in case you find any grammatical mistakes, please try to ignore it and focus on story. Any name place and things in this story is not related to anything and is my imagination only. Thank you.

"I am not a good person. I'm not who Atlas ends up with. It's just a fact of life. The good guy ends up with someone good, the hero with the heroine, and the villain is left to die." Or rot in jail, as it is in my case. "And I'm not the hero of this story, Eli. I'm the villain. And the villain never gets a happy ending." Lavender is a stripper with a dark past. A year ago, she ran away from her abusive husband and changed her identity. She thought she was finally able to start over, when her husband finds her and demands that she goes back to him. However, before he can take her back, he is shot in the head by a mysterious stranger with mismatched eyes. Lavender runs away, knowing the cops are going to frame her for the murder. Still, she decides to learn how to protect herself in case the stranger ever finds her, but finds herself getting close to her annoying and overly enthusiastic self-defense teacher, despite knowing that he would hate her when he found out the truth about her.

I have a case of acute pancreatitis. I head to the hospital, but the doctors there refuse to treat me. Why? Because my husband is a doctor in the emergency room, and he's instructed everyone not to treat me. In my past life, he would show up with a single phone call. But, after his true love dies in an accident, he pushes the blame on me. On my mother's birthday, he poisons my whole family and repeatedly stabs me with a scalpel. "Does it hurt? Jackie was in much more pain before her death. If not for you, she wouldn't have gone out in my place. You killed her, so I'm making you and your family die for her!" When I open my eyes, I'm back to the day when I get acute pancreatitis after drinking the bar dry for his sake. This time, he runs to Jackie Morse without hesitation. He thinks he's made the right choice, but he later comes to me and grovels at my feet, begging me to take him back.

Five years after I died, Delia—my wife, a doctor—tried to dump her first love's new mess on me again. She stormed into my old place, waving some fake agreement with my name on it, but all she found was dust. Panicking, she ran downstairs and cornered the shop owner. "William?" he said. "He's been dead five years. Heard the family of that malpractice case found him. Stabbed him up bad." Delia laughed it off, like the guy was making it up. "So what if he got suspended? He's still sulking over that?" She rolled her eyes. "Tell him this—he's got three days. If he doesn't show, I'm cutting off his sister's cancer treatment." She muttered something ugly, slammed the door, and left. The shop owner just watched her go, shaking his head. "There's no sister left," he said quietly. "She died years ago... couldn't pay for treatment."

My younger brother, Luke, committed suicide after being falsely accused of plagiarizing Layla's brother's music. My own life was a living hell. I was a respected music critic, but now I was the sister of "the plagiarist." My reputation was in tatters. My colleagues whispered behind my back, and my articles were dismissed as the ramblings of a biased, grieving relative. The one person who had always stood by me was my husband, Julian, a successful music producer. We had been together since college, and he was my rock, my refuge in the storm. I thought he would believe me. But, he didn't. But the real betrayal came the evening, just another day of being ridiculed online, I came home to find Julian on the phone. His voice was low and urgent, laced with a coldness I had never heard before. "The case is closed, Layla. It’s over," he said. "The evidence has been submitted. No one will ever know that it was your brother who plagiarized Luke's music."