Warren Buffett Way

“Is Batman my daddy?” my son Jackson pipes up from the back seat. Of course not! But telling him that his father is Asher Giordano, leader of New York’s deadliest mafia empire is out of the question. He found us anyway. “What have you done with Jackson?” I demand. “My son?” Asher asks calmly, looking around my small apartment disdainfully. “The one you’ve been hiding from me and forcing to live in this…pigeonhole?” Our son, not yours. “You’re the one who left me at the alter without as much as a ‘see you later’. If you left me a forwarding address to contact you at, I must have missed it.” Asher regards me coldly. I don’t know this man. The boy I fell in love with was warm, giving and open. This man in front of me is frostier than the arctic with his glacial eyes. “I know you know who I am and what I’m capable of, so don’t try anything stupid, Emmeline. There’s nowhere you can run where I can’t find you.” “Gosh, Asher, that’s like a line straight out of a movie. Have you been practicing delivering it in front of a mirror?”

When I got into a car accident, Carter was busy throwing a birthday party for his assistant. I was scrolling through my phone and somehow ended up tapping on the Love Pawnshop. Without really thinking, I hit the button to pawn my love. Five days later, the pawnshop took back every bit of love I had left to give, and there he was, Carter, on his knees, crying his heart out, begging me for another shot. But the thing is, once love is pawned, it’s almost impossible to get back.

Brielle is a strong and full of dreams. She is an orphan. Since the death of her mother, she has been the mother of her siblings. But because of his father's debt, she did not expect to be the one to pay it. She married a mysterious man that she has only just met. Unbeknownst to her, he was also the owner of the coffee shop where she worked. How she can handle her situation? Is she will marry him? The cold-hearted guy?

Ibinibida ang isang babaeng hindi padadaig sa mga pagsubok na darating sa buhay nito. Kahit na nga ba masama ang tingin ng nakararami rito, patutunayan nito na mali ang sabi-sabi ng iba. Malalaman dito ang tunay na kwento ng mga tinatawag nilang 'malandi, kaladkarin, babaeng mababa ang lipad'. Tampok ang buhay ng apat na bidang sinubok ng panahon at pinatatag ng karanasan sa buhay. Kilalanin sina Clip, Sinatra Blue, Ross, at Badong. Iba't ibang taong pinaglapit ng kinagisnang lugar. Iisa ang ginagalawan. Walang lumisan, walang nang-iwan. Patuloy na bumabalik. Lagi silang bumabalik dahil baka totoo nga na ang happy place nila ay matatagpuan sa mga apat na bidang pinagtagpo pero pilit nilalabanan ang tadhana.

How does it feel, then, to be kissed by an unlovable brute?——I find it amusing that I didn't even have to track down my runaway bride. She simply climbed into my car, completely oblivious to the fact that I am the man she was running away from. I could catch her. Hunting women down is the last thing I want to be doing, truly. I mean Ruby no harm, even though she unknowingly said some awful, untrue things about me in the car. In time, she’ll learn that those things aren’t true. I’m not like my parents. Still, I have no choice but to marry this girl. She’s barely eighteen, three years younger than me, but it’s fate. All of this mess started about a month ago.

Book #1 The Alpha King's Ugly Bride Book #2 His Forbidden Mate Book #3 The Alpha King's Runaway Bride “I saw this tradition in Klean and I thought it was cute,” Xavier answered, still on one knee. “What tradition?” Mia asked in a curious tone, her brow raised. “Well, the to-be groom asks the bride to marry him by getting on one knee and saying will you marry me? So, Mia Ainsworth, will you marry me?” he asked her. She seemed interested to know how this ends. Yesterday he had gotten on his knee to give her the gold and green ribbons and she wanted to see how this would go. “Okay, and then what?” “Then the to-be bride says yes,” he guided her. “So I say yes?” “Yes,” he nodded. “That’s my line,” she protested with a pout. “Then say it.” “Yes,” she said, and he took her hand and slid the ring onto her finger. He rose to his feet and pulled her against himself before claiming her lips. They pulled away, and he placed his head against hers, his eyes fluttering. “The kiss is a part of the tradition?” “Yes,” he said, beaming at her. His happiness was getting her excited, “Okay, now what?” “We get married.”

In the legend she was meant to be cold and unfeeling, a killing machine only meant to destroy and kill and the two races knew this and was more than ready to use her for their selfish reasons. She was meant to be the doom of the whole universe, until she met him…and became his doom instead.

At my three-year anniversary dinner with Vincent Hartwell, his secretary deliberately poured red wine over my head. I finally reached my breaking point and slapped her in front of all the guests. That very night, the incident spread like wildfire through high society circles. When my mother saw the leaked bedroom photographs of the two of them, the shock triggered a heart attack. She collapsed and died on the spot. When I learned the news, I sank to the floor and cried all night. Meanwhile, Vincent stayed by his secretary's side, comforting her. When he came home, he brushed past my disheveled state without a glance, loosened his tie, and spoke in that careless tone of his. "I've already buried the story. Don't let it happen again. "I have a meeting tonight. Pull yourself together and get to the villa within thirty minutes. Madison needs you." As he walked toward the door, he added over his shoulder, "She's fragile right now because of the pregnancy. If you do anything to harm my only child, I won't forgive you." I listened without crying or arguing. However, after he left, I pulled the divorce agreement from my drawer that I had prepared weeks ago. Beneath it lay my own positive pregnancy test. 'Vincent, I'll leave to find my biological father in three days.' This time, I was really leaving. I would make sure my father paid for every grievance I had endured over the last few years.

After eight years together, I took a hit for my surgeon boyfriend. Milton Woodard vowed I could ask for anything. Everyone assumed I'd seize the chance to propose, locking him down for good. Instead, I looked him in the eye and said, "Let's break up." Then I walked away without a backward glance. Milton smirked, betting with his buddies that I'd come crawling back in under three days, calling me a desperate lapdog chasing his attention. He was dead wrong because I'd been reborn. In my last life, I proposed to him and won. Overwhelmed by the news, his first love threw herself off a rooftop and killed herself. Milton unleashed his grief-fueled rage on me. On our wedding night, he slashed my face and locked me in a dank, claustrophobic basement. When I got pregnant, he force-fed me supplements until the baby grew too big for me to deliver. I hemorrhaged, torn apart, and died in agony on the birthing table. Now, reborn on the day I saved his life, I was done playing his fool.

"Daddy, where is mommy?" Little Aaron asks his daddy. Hearing this Christian's heart twists in pain. His eyes fill up with both pain and regret. He looks at the sky and smiles painfully. "Your mommy lives in the sky," "Can't we call her down, daddy? I miss her?" Angela asks this time innocently Christian looks at them. He doesn't have the answer. How can he make understand his five years, innocent children that their mommy is no more? "If we request God, will he send mommy down?" Aaron asks with so much hope that Christian nods his head helplessly. Christian thinks, that if this lie can bring happiness to their faces then he can do it again and again. But, one day Christian's world stands still when his son speaks up, "Daddy, Mommy is Running Away Catch Her"