Week 7 Fnf

"I want you to stop being a model so that we can start planning for pregnancy. I want to have a child soon because my mother is pressuring me," Alexander requested of his wife, Cesilia. "I don't want to. My body will change, and I won't be suitable for modeling anymore. If you're in a hurry, I can find you a new wife, how about that?" Cesilia's eyebrows raised. "If you don't want to, persuade your mother or divorce me. Because I'm not ready to have a child in the near future." "It's up to you." Frustrated by Cesilia's unchanging response for six years, Alexander also became disgusted. "Fine, I'll make sure that by next week you have a wife to carry your child, my love!" Cesilia exclaimed before Alexander disappeared from her sight.

I merely brought up the wedding decorations, and my fiancé's first love ran out of the room in tears. Ian Murray slapped me so hard I fell to the ground. His face twisted in fury, teeth clenched with hatred. "Daphne, are you that desperate to get married? Afraid no one else will want you, so you're clinging to me, forcing me into it? Our wedding next week is postponed!" I held my face, but not even a ripple stirred in my heart. This made the eighth time he'd postponed it. I had been waiting for him since I was twenty-eight. Now, in my early thirties, I was still getting nowhere closer to being married. So this time, I quietly packed my things and chose to leave. Maybe this marriage didn't need to happen after all.

WARNING: This book contains mature content and explicit content. It is also a non-fiction story, a true life story of the writer. The thurible was placed right in front of the altar as it's smoke rose to the chandelier, blackening the cobwebs that were woven by some silly spider. The evening prayer was being said, and everyone was deep in solemn prayer and meditation. All except me. How could you even expect me to be solemn and meditate, when the man I had had sex with just the past week, the man who offered to be my sugar daddy, was sitting at the kneeler right in front of the altar, conducting the evening prayer. Not only was he just sitting there, conducting the evening prayer, he was a priest, a new priest of the archdiocese, transferred to work at our parish community. Given the fact that he was the person I first had sex with, I knew I was in for a whole lot of drama.

A week before the wedding, my fiancé, Luke Graham, announced that he needed to marry his first love, Mandy Lynch, before marrying me. “It’s because her mother passed away,” he explained, “and her dying wish was to see Mandy married to a good man. I’m just fulfilling an elder’s final request. Don’t overthink it.” But the company had already planned to launch the “True Love” jewelry line on the day of our grand wedding. Impatiently, he dismissed my concerns: “It’s just a few million. Does that compare to Mandy’s love for her mother? If you’re so eager to make those millions, go find someone else to marry.” Hearing his cold and heartless words, I understood everything. Without another word, I turned and dialled my family. “Brother, help me find a new groom.”

Four years ago, Annabelle got framed by her cruel stepmother and sisters. As a result of that, her father sent her out of the house. She flew out of City L after working as a waitress for some months. Life took a toll on her, but she survive with hardwork, and determination. Years later, she returned to City L, and started a furniture company with her identity hidden. Six months into the business, she reveal herself as the CEO of the furniture company. A week after she was interviewed by the paparazzi, she encountered a crisis. The worst of all came when she agreed to be business partner with the renowned and cold-hearted son of Salvador (Christian Salvador) Will she be able to fight what's yet to come? What if Annabelle agree to be his business partner, and he wants more, will the devil allow him have her? Let's find out Picture/ book cover not mine, credit to the rightful owner.

Sarah HAYES has worked too hard to let a single mistake derail her career. She’s finally secured her dream job as an executive assistant at Vance Holdings, a world ruled by spreadsheets, silence, and the ruthless, ice-cold CEO, ALEXANDER VANCE. ​Alexander is gorgeous, untouchable, and utterly terrifying. Their worlds collide when Elara literally crashes into him, earning a verbal lashing that should have ended her career before it even began. But instead of being fired, Elara is given the impossible: she's reassigned as Alexander Vance’s personal, 24/7 assistant. ​Now, she is trapped. ​One moment, he treats her like an annoying distraction—a clumsy obstacle beneath his notice. The next, his eyes hold an unsettling intensity, his voice lowers, and the air crackles with an electric current that screams forbidden desire.

Abbyana yang merupakan seorang single parent dengan anak perempuannya yang baru berusia 7 tahun, harus kerja banting tulang demi mencukupi kehidupannya yang pas-pasan di negeri orang. Sampai di suatu kejadian mengejutkan terjadi, dia kembali bertemu masa lalu yang selama ini di hidarinya. *** "Yeah, Gabriel Matteow, it's me," seperti orang gila Gabriel tersenyum creepy di mata Abby, sebelum kemudian menarik pinggang wanita itu sampai menabrak kasar perut kerasnya yang terlapis kemeja berwarna putih. "Setelah tujuh tahun, senang kau masih mengingat nama suamimu." "Kembali padaku, atau Lucyana akan ku ambil. Dan terima kasih untuk malam panas yang meninggalkan teka teki mengejutkan."

Terpaksa menikah dengan pria lebih muda, membuat Serena uring-uringan tapi tak bisa berkutik. Apalagi ini menyangkut nyawa seorang ibu. Mau tak mau ia terima perjodohan ini yang tinggalnya masih satu RT. Serena yang dewasa bertemu Romeo yang muda tampan membara. Sikap tak bisa ditebak Romeo membuat Serena harus siapkan jantung seperti naik roller coster, belum lagi ia mulai diliputi cemburu karena Romeo dikelilingi wanita cantik dan seksi yang mengincar kekayaan suaminya. Ternyata diam-diam Romeo penerus perusahaan kontraktor besar yang memegang wilayah asia. Bisakah Serena menerima semua jalan hidupnya bersama berondong yang 7 tahun lebih muda darinya?

“7 Million Dollars and 28 cents.” That was what I saw written on the blood stained papers I picked up from the ruins of my father’s burnt down restaurant. His arrest, our debts it all came crashing down on me in one night. Desperate, I ran to my fiancé for help… only to find him sliding a ring onto another woman’s finger. My heart shattered into pieces. From then on, I was nothing but a beggar ,broken, humiliated, and alone. Until one night changed everything. I opened my eyes to find myself tangled in dark silk sheets… in the bed of the most feared mafia lord on the continent. My ex’s future father-in-law. Ruthless. Dangerous. And for reasons I couldn’t understand he had claimed me.

I had personally trained Damiano Vestri and brought him up the ranks to become the mafia’s Don. The family’s inner circle accepted him, and he was loyal only to me. Whenever bullets went flying, he would always shield me and take many of them for me. The night before our wedding, I waited for his return, but what I got was news of his death. A week later, I received an email with a pregnancy report and a photo. The photo showed Damiano caressing another woman’s belly. It turned out he had faked his death so that he could be with his first love. The due date for her pregnancy was approaching. I scoffed and clicked the safety off on my gun. If he wanted to fake his death, I would help him turn it into a real one.