Xavier Love And Deepspace Chinese Name

He inherited billions… but not the family name. Noah Quinn was just a broke mechanic—until a dead billionaire claimed him as his son and left him everything. Now thrust into a world of boardroom sharks and backstabbing heirs, he’s got one rule: trust no one. Especially not Lena Vale—the billionaire’s ice-cold stepdaughter who wants him out, humiliated, or dead. But secrets don’t stay buried forever. And in this empire of lies, power isn’t given… It’s taken.

He needed a wife and she needed someone to get her out of prison. * * Amyra: All my life I heard I should trust my family and so I did but what I got in exchange? They lied to me and threw me into prison for a sin I never did, my fiance whom I loved and believed didn't even try to save me, there was only my best friend but she was not enough to save me. I just needed a hand, a hand that could get me out of here and I'd vow to worship him forever. All I wanted was to find my parents' murderer and punish them. * * * Xavier: I didn't love her, I didn't care what she has gone through in her life, the moment I saw her I could tell that she was just acting and full of pretension, there was not even an inch of truth in her words. Yet I saved her, for only one reason. SHE MUST BE MY BRIDE.

*Excerpt* “You don't understand, Xavier," I take a step back, “Brandon will find me. He always does. And when he finds me this time, he'll kill you. As much as I want to be free of him, this isn't the way.” “I'll protect you–” “You're not listening to me. I'm not worried about me. If he catches us, he'll just punish me but he won't kill me. I'm too important to him. But you…” My throat closes up as I turn to leave, but Xavier grabs me by the elbow as I push back the door. I turn to look at him, my heart aching for us. There's a cold indifference in his eyes though, and for the first time ever, I'm scared of what he's capable of. “We can do this the hard way or the easy way, Audrey. All I know is that I'm not leaving you here.” *** Audrey Watson has been scared of dreaming about a better life, because as the saying goes, dreams are for losers. But Xavier came to the scene as her knight, albeit one with rude behavior. This was it, her better life. Or so she thought. Little did she know that this was basically a new chapter of hard decisions and regrets. They always say that when life gives you lemons, you should make lemonade out of them. But what if life gives you bitter kola instead? How do you go about making it into something sweet? Find out more about Audrey and Xavier's journey in this captivating novel.

"I want you," She said to him, her hands on his chest, her thighs trapping him between the bed and the headboard, her eyes boring deep into his. "Take what you need, flower." his voice was a whisper, one that left dark promises in it's wake of what was to come. "I'm all yours..." ... Halle witnesses a murder, something she wished she could run from but instead finds herself housing the murderer for three whole days, doing almost everything at gun point. But that was not what made things even more difficult for her, it was the tension between them. Those mysterious brown eyes... That cold smile... That deep voice... His warm breath against her skin. She knew she couldn't love him... He walks out of her life as suddenly as he barged into it and she finds herself pushing those three days spent with him to the back of her mind, a dream that was over. Three years later, she finds herself in his house as the woman being paid to be birth him an heir. She is dragged into his dark world, shown the true nature of his empire. In the end, will it be blood or love between them? .....

My health was not good, but I had always wanted a child. My husband, citing concern for my health, avoided intimacy with me for a year. Then I stumbled across his private messages with another woman. [You'll spend Valentine's Day with me, right? You're not going to touch her tonight, are you?] [You know I don't like doing it just to make babies. Got you some lingerie. Wear it for me tomorrow.] That ill-fitting lace lingerie he was talking about was on my body. I'd slipped it on while he was in the shower, thinking it was a Valentine's Day surprise from him. Turned out, he hadn't bought the wrong size. He had just sent it to the wrong address. I clicked on the woman's profile. Her latest video showed her at the beach, hand in hand with the person filming. I recognized her hand instantly. It belonged to my best friend.

My sister-in-law, Cynthia Ziegler, has my name written on her cancer diagnosis report. As such, the entire Ziegler family assumes that I'm the one with cancer. Overnight, my husband, Leonard Ziegler, sends a text message to his mistress, Irene Ludlow. "Our time will soon come! That old bat is about to die at last, so I'll finally be able to marry you!" My grandmother, Amanda Powell, cries and clings onto my hand, begging me not to seek treatment. She is not only discussing with Leonard on how best to split my insurance money after my death but also employing various methods to hasten my death. However, they are all unaware that Cynthia used my medical insurance card when she went for her physical examination. I feign sadness and nod with tears in my eyes. "I won't seek treatment, Mom. Let's not seek treatment no matter who is diagnosed with cancer."

My name is Greyson Langley-just call me Lang. I'm a heavy-metal band player who just back from a concert tour. On my Clofus campus, I reunited with my friends and my beautiful four crushes. Later, I heard about the largest prostitution complex in South East Asia was threatened by being evicted by the government. There, I met a prostitute with a golden voice with a dark past. So, I promised to free her from that despicable valley. Later, I found myself torn between five different women in five irreconcilable lives. The deeper I became involved in their lives, I catapulted into the intrigues of a world that threatens my life and may shatter my heart. And even my nation's democracy. One day, I found a diary written by my grandfather, which made me enlightened also threatened. Stranded amid love, danger, passion, and violence, I should choose between myself, my lover, or my nation. What I begin in compulsion now becomes my urgent need. Come, read my story ... If you dare! WARNING: This story contains adult, explicit, disturbing, and sensitive material. Reader discretion is advised.

After being kidnapped and missing for five long years, Beatrice Fox finally returned home. She expected her husband to cry in joy—but the truth couldn't be more different. Her husband had long reported her missing and applied for her death certificate, married a woman from a rich and influential family, and moved on to build a new family. At a lavish party, his new wife publicly humiliated Beatrice—reviving painful memories, spreading vicious, and declaring that she should have died. Throughout the ordeal, her husband offered not a single word in her defense. In despair, Beatrice turned to leave—until suddenly, the only heir of Blueport City's top family pulled her into his arms, his eyes glinting with mischief. "He doesn't want you? Well, I do."

Dominic and Maeve have only one goal in life - to watch the other fail and crumble. They are both motivated by their long-lasting hatred for one another. Until Dominic agrees to get married to Maeve to save her from public embarrassment. Is he really trying to help her? Or is this just a step in a very long scheme to make Maeve fail?

"When the world turns its back on you, you turn your back on the world." True to those words, Olive turned her back on the world. Who wouldn't? Eversince she was born, she was unwanted. As a child she was neglected and tossed out. She grew tired and so she decided to not give a sh*t about anything anymore. What happens will happen. She then exclude herself from the crowd, well except for a few individuals. All is well not until she met Finnick again, a senior who happened to ber her childhood crush. Now that he's back, will the forgotten spark be ignited once again or will it remain how it used to be?