Worry Antonym

“You'll be my wife until I receive the inheritance. After that, we go our separate ways. Don’t worry—I’ll make sure you get your fair share.” — Walter Robles Desperadang madagdagan ang suweldo, pumayag si Samantha sa alok ng kaniyang boss na si Walter—magpanggap bilang nobya nito sa isang family event. Isang araw lang sana ang usapan. Pero nagbago ang lahat nang pumayag si Walter sa kasunduang iniatang ng pamilya: Walang kasal at asawa, walang mana. Dahil may makukuha rin siya, muling pumayag si Samantha. Pero ngayon ay hindi na bilang nobya kung hindi bilang asawa. Ngunit paano kung habang tumatagal ay unti-unti silang nalulunod sa emosyon na wala dapat doon. Pipiliin kaya nilang panindigan ang kanilang kasunduan?

"I want a child. If you can't give me one, just be quiet and leave me alone.”Zachary Salazar Evangeline Salazar's world unravels when she discovers her husband, Zachary has been cheating on her with her best friend. After being told she can't have kids, she decides to divorce him, but Zachary won't let her go easily. Things get even more complicated when a one-night stand with the powerful Maximilian Klein results in an unexpected pregnancy. "I need an heir. If you're carrying my child, I'll take responsibility. But only if...” Maximillian Klein As if she didn't have enough to worry about, Evangeline learns her brother, Jeremy, is dangerously obsessed with her. Caught in a storm of betrayal and danger, Evangeline must navigate the chaos. Can she escape her troublesome past and find a way to a better future?

Before the wedding, my fiancé disappeared while camping with friends. I searched for him for an entire month, nearly losing my mind. But on Valentine's Day, a week before our wedding, I saw him at a romantic restaurant, hugging and kissing his childhood sweetheart. Jayden Corrick held the woman in his arms and said softly, "If this goes on, I don't even want to go back and marry Leah." Sophie Muller asked if he regretted disappearing—if he truly didn't plan on going back. He hesitated for a moment. "No regrets. Let's stay one more week. Our parents will cover for us anyway. When she's completely driven mad with worry, I'll show up again." I stood hidden among the crowd, watching their closeness, and gave a bitter smile. The next moment, I called home. "Don't bother looking for Jayden anymore. I'm never marrying him."

I gasp, surprised and he leans towards me. I catch the scent of his cologne and the faint scent of the cigarette smoke, lingering around him. But underneath it, there’s the scent of earth and rain. I see his muscles flexing under the thin linen of the shirt. I also notice the outlines of a scar, running down his forearm. I imagine his hands on me, his lips on mine. What is happening… Why am I thinking this? “Oh, don’t worry, Lily. “ his smile is canine, the words that come out of his mouth are a snarl, “I won’t touch you. I don’t want to. “ When her mother got sick, Lily had no choice but to marry a man she never met. At that time she didn’t know Arthur Stark was not only beautiful but as cruel as the rumours said. Her husband is a cold billionaire involved with the mafia. He never touches anyone. Not even his own mate.

“You’ll be my wife until I secure the inheritance. After that, we walk away from each other. Don’t worry—I’ll make sure you get your fair share.” — Walter Robles Desperate to earn a little more, Samantha agreed to her boss Walter’s unusual offer—to pretend as his girlfriend during a family event. It was supposed to be just for a day. Nothing more, nothing less. But everything changed when Walter accepted the condition his family had set: No marriage, no inheritance. Since she had something to get from the deal, Samantha agreed once again. But this time, she wasn’t stepping in as a pretend girlfriend—she was signing up to be his wife. But what happens when the lines start to blur? When emotions they shouldn’t be feeling begin to grow? When their act finally ends, what will they choose—to walk away as planned, or to hold on to something real they never meant to build?

My fiancé of three years, Julius, sold me. To a black market auction in Vegas. I was sold to another man for five million dollars. Julius was begging me. "I owe five million," he pleaded. "If I don't pay up, they're gonna dump me in the river." "You're a dead ringer for the Don of the Norling family's late wife. All you have to do is keep him happy, and my debt gets wiped clean." "Don't worry," he said. "When he gets tired of you, I won't think any less of you. We'll still get married." So they drugged me and delivered me to an estate that was all too familiar. But here’s what he didn't know. The Don of the Norling family would kill for his daughter. And I'm that daughter. The one he’s kept hidden all these years.

" Marry our son" she said , looking at me straight in the eyes. Say what now?! " Marry their son?" " I can't" I said . " Why?, Is the money not enough" Nora asked , i looked at her like she lost her mind . She is a woman, how can she ask me something like that. " Don't worry about the money, if it's not enough, we can add more later" Mr knight said. What is wrong with rich people throwing money about, do they think everything is about money, don't they know their are some certain things money can't buy?. Money can't buy happiness, they should look for something better to use their money for. " It's not about the money, I just can't do it , if you want your don to get married, sit him down and let him know he is old enough to settle down. You can't choose a wife for your son or hire one for him" I replied.

My fated mate, Alpha Baton, had once shackled his bloodlust for me. He’d built a corporate empire from the ashes of his bloody conquests, all to give me a civilized home. Even when my father was framed for murdering the brother of his first love, Seraphina, he held me gently. "Don't worry, Tricia. I'll face this with you." But on the day of the trial, my father was condemned as a murderer and exiled to the North. And Baton? He was celebrating, with his arm wrapped around Seraphina. I hunted down the witness, demanding answers, only to find him trembling as he stared at Baton, who stood right behind me. It was Baton. He had threatened the witness into lying. He was willing to destroy my father, just to make Seraphina happy. "Seraphina's brother is dead. Someone has to pay the price." The mate bond between us didn't just snap—it shattered. Agony ripped through my soul. If I meant nothing to him, our marking ceremony was a promise. And now, it was one I had to break.

I need your body pressed against mine. Your warmth, your smell, the taste of your , I need you.” His deep voice rang in the dark room. He pulled her closer and stated placing gentle . She was tied to bed with leg wide open. “Please do not do that.” She pleaded. “Don’t worry I will go gentle on you.” he said picking up the whip from the ground. “After all, I still have to make you mine.” He completed pinching her n****e. - Grasis was a dangerous beast. He had two hobbies: blood and . He drank men's blood and girls. His life is full of blood and pain. He had no weakness but suddenly she appeared in front of him, taking his breath, making his metal heart to beat again and filling his heart with warmth. Cruel and ruthless man starts craving only one thing in his life and that was Ayla’s body. He made her his slave. He owns and claimed her.

During the eight years I spent by Alpha David’s side, I also raised the pup he had with my late sister. At his birthday banquet, I accidentally wore one of her old dresses. Eight-year-old Dorian grabbed a pot of freshly brewed coffee and poured it over me— right in front of the maids. The scalding liquid burned my skin, and when I looked up, I saw the same cold disgust in his eyes that I’d seen so many times in his father’s. “How dare you wear my mother’s dress?” he sneered. “You’ll never replace her. You killed her with that wicked heart of yours!” The coffee seared more than my flesh. It burned straight through my heart. I looked at the child I’d raised for eight long years. I didn’t feel angry. I didn’t even feel sad. Only a quiet kind of exhaustion. “Don’t worry,” I whispered. “I’ll leave tomorrow.”