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BLURB Millie is a 23-year-old woman who just wishes to live life happily. Coming out from an abusive relationship, she tries to navigate through life with her son, Jay. But nothing falls into place. Now she's in a choke hold with the government who plans to take away her Custody rights. ADAN GREY a cold reserved business mogul. He came back to revive his grandfather's company and keep his promise. Series of events and drama spree up every now and then but his mind can't seem to shake off a red-headed clumsy staff member who has spiked his interest. He plans to use her as she is the perfect catch in his plans due to her situation. Just for the keeps. But for how long? For how long will he dance in the sizzling hot fire of attraction. How long will he stop his heart from drowning too deep in her scent? How long would he be able to resist her? Or would he abandon everything else and love her till the end? How long can she be his to keep?

“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.”

Trigger Warning : Talks about mental  health issues, but not limited to  depression, anxiety, panic attacks, body shaming. Bloodshed. Detailed Explicit Scenes, Gore, And Rape.  Unimaginable things happen behind the curtains. Billionaire Monique Jenkins has her whole life planned.  Graduate from college with a first class before the age of twenty-five -  ✅ Become an independent business woman before the age of thirty - ✅ Become a billionaire before the age of thirty-five- ✅ Get pregnant, and have a child at the age of forty if she isn't married - ❌ One thing she doesn't plan is for her father, the King of England, to die a few days after she turned thirty-six.  As tradition demands, she has to come in and takeover--that also isn't planned.  She hates everything about the country except the hot cook she employed that she's gradually falling for!  Marcus Blacksmith is all the words to describe hardworking. When the news spread that the soon-to-be Queen of England will be hiring new staff, he takes the chance. He does not expect to expect life on a different level with his boss. Obstacles come in their way, but there is nothing Marcus isn't willing to do for the woman who has his heart. 

What would you do if you discovered your dead child was alive? And the woman who stole her was your best friend? Layla Orion built a billion-dollar empire from nothing—but no amount of success could fill the void left by her daughter’s death eight years ago. Until a mysterious letter arrives. With photographs that shatter everything she thought she knew. Her daughter didn’t die. Claudia—the woman Layla trusted most—bribed hospital staff, faked the death, and stole her baby. She used the child to trap Zeus Adin, one of the world’s richest men… and became Mrs. Adin overnight. For eight years, Claudia has been living Layla’s life. Raising Layla’s daughter. Sleeping in Layla’s bed. Now Layla is coming home. Not as the broken girl who ran away—but as a woman with the power to take everything back. She’ll seduce Zeus. She’ll expose Claudia. She’ll reclaim her daughter. And she’ll make sure the woman who stole her life pays for every lie. This isn’t just about revenge. It’s about a mother getting her child back. No matter the cost.

Helen Robert was a chubby young woman who hadn't expected Samuel Kingston to have a crush on her. He asked her out to be his girlfriend, and she was unaware that it was a bet by his friends to date her, the nerdy, chubby blonde woman, as her peers laughed at her. When Helen Robert found out that Samuel was only using her, she was devastated and wanted to kill herself, but one of her friends saved her. With a broken heart, Helen left, and Samuel didn't get to see her again. Seven years later, Helen came to apply for a staff position at Sam Pharmaceutical. She didn't expect to see Samuel again. By then, she had slimmed down due to her suffering, as she had given birth to twins. Samuel was engaged to Tasha, but when he saw Helen, his engagement was rocked. His fiancée kidnapped Helen and offered her cash to stay away from Samuel. Helen had been misunderstood. She didn't return because of Samuel. Do you think she will accept the money? What about her twins; will she tell Samuel about them? What if he found out on his own? Will there be a second chance for them?

I'd spent an entire year preparing for my son Tristan Pascall's spot at a top international school. By the final admissions review, I had every single document ready. All that was missing was the original copy of Richard Pascall and my marriage certificate. Once we handed that in, it would be official. But when we got to the admissions office, Richard turned on me, accusing me of arranging this without telling him. Before I could clap back, the admin frowned and said, "Ma'am, according to the system, Mr. Pascall's spouse isn't you." My whole body went cold. And then Iris Poole—who had been standing behind Richard this whole time—stepped up and slid her marriage certificate across the counter. The staff checked it, nodded, and said, "Mr. Pascall, Ms. Poole, your registration date is June, four years ago. Everything looks fine. You may proceed." June, four years ago. That was the exact month Richard held my hand in front of all our friends and family at our engagement party and promised I was his one true love. He had lied to me about that for the past seven years.

My CEO wife insists on taking a young, fresh intern under her wing. She wants to train him personally. She says to me, "Don't overthink this. I just value his potential." She's always been stern and stoic, but she starts dressing in pink and pulling her hair back in high ponytails. On our third wedding anniversary, she and the intern even willfully disappear for 48 hours. When others are searching for her like mad, she shares photos of her riding a carousel and holding cotton candy. She captions them, "I found the purest of joys in the most joyful of places—all because of you!" Our company loses a huge project because of this, and I lose my wife. I slip a divorce agreement between the pages of the intern's application to become a permanent staff member. My wife signs it without even looking and says, "Knowing what Elliot can do, he's more than capable of carrying out the role of a vice president." I calmly hand her my resignation. "You're right. That's why I'll make way for him."

I am diagnosed with severe systemic lupus erythematosus, and I only have three days left to live. When my husband rejects my 188th plea for help, I take my test results and enter the hospice care center. "Hello, I'd like to schedule my own cremation process and apply for government aid." Ten minutes later, they arrive. Before I can speak, my lawyer husband, Jasper Horton, coldly slaps me across the face. "You're faking a terminal illness just to steal attention from Janice?" My doctor brother, Casey Carter, snatches the medical report from my hand and scoffs at it. "Lupus? If you're going to fake being sick, at least make it believable. Only one in a million people gets this." I endure the pain in my body, return to the counter, and hand in the application form and my medical records once more. The staff member sees the butterfly-shaped rash on my wrist and sympathizes with me. "I have no family left," I say. "I'm requesting cremation in three days, location doesn't matter. I just don't want my death to burden anyone."

Growing up to become a rejected, is nothing anyone would pray or wish to encounter. Ember, who is caught up in the deep web of rejection and unplanned love, is left in the ocean of self destruction. Now, she'd have to think about the best way to be free and leave her life. In the middle of the island, the gigantic and luxurious castle of Alpha Dino Aloysius, is located. Sources say that it is the most expensive and sophisticated home facility in the entire world. Every facility in the home, is controlled by advanced technology and robots. The center of the castle looks like a another universe of its own because of the magnificent design that surrounded it. At the north west end of the castle, a large statue of a wolf can be seen. To every other person, it was just a wolf but to Alpha Dino, it was his representation of strength and power. Each of the rooms are sound proof and designed with a colored marble. The walls are discretely painted with black and red colour ink, and also the blood of some of the people that Alpha Dino has killed in past, especially the alphas from other packs. The staff that worked inside the castle, were more than a thousand. You must literally see a maiden at every end of castle, bending down their head. The reason was that it was prohibited to make eye contact with the Alpha.

Ang bunsong anak ko, na pitong taong gulang palang, ay natuklaw ng ahas. Dinala ko siya sa ospital ng aking panganay na anak para ipagamot. Sa hindi inaasahan, inakala ng girlfriend ng aking panganay na anak na ako ay kanyang kabit. Hindi lang niya pinipigilan ang mga medical staff sa pagpapagamot sa bunso kong anank, kundi sinampal niya pa ako. "Perfect match kami ng boyfriend ko. Ang kapal ng mukha mo para dalhin ang hindi mo tunay na anak dito para hamunin ako!" Idiniin niya ako sa sahig habang hinahampas at sinasaktan niya ako. Sumigaw pa siya, "Ang isang malandi na tulad mo ay titigil lang sa pang-aakit sa iba kapag hindi mo na kaya!" Binuugbog ako, maraming pasa, at duguan habang dinadala ako sa emergency room. Ang aking panganay na anak ang humahawak sa operasyon. Nanginginig ang kanyang kamay habang nakahawak sa kanyang scalpel, at mukha siyang mapula. "Sino ang gumawa nito sa iyo, Ma?"