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Desperate for an Heir? I Won with the Birth System
The Sandlers have had single heirs in all nine generations of their family. Unfortunately for them, the latest heir, Maverick Sandler, is an extremely religious man who's not interested in women at all. In order to continue their bloodline, Alec Sandler, the patriarch of the family, announces a reward worth hundreds of billions of dollars. Whoever manages to get pregnant with the next Sandler heir will be given the Sandlers' entire business empire. Countless socialites flock to Maverick instantly, only for the cold-faced heir to throw them out of his meditation room with just an order. Meanwhile, I'm a patient who's been diagnosed with a terminal illness. Somehow, I manage to get bound to the Conception System. System: "Maya Jemison, you must win over Maverick Sandler's heart! If you can give birth to one heir, your lifespan will be extended by ten years! If you give birth to two children, you'll have eternal life! If you ever give birth to three children, you'll ascend right away!" As I gaze at Maverick, whose resolve to stay devoted to his religion knows no bounds, I can only grit my teeth in determination. After that, I use the remainder of my lifespan to trade for Velvet Allure, a Succubus Charm, as well as a Perfect Strike Card. Even though I'm still an inexperienced virgin, I can only force myself on Maverick in order to survive. "I'm so sorry, Mr. Sandler. It's said that saving a life is a virtue. Saints are supposed to save the masses. I'm part of the masses, you see, so please save my life!" That night, chaos breaks out in the chapel.
Triplet Alpha's Bullied Luna
"You're a curse, Eileen! Everyone around you becomes miserable because of you!" "You're the damned one, Eileen! You shouldn't have been born!" The pain was too much, and Elleen clutched her heart and fainted among the Stoneheart wolves. "Mate!" She never expected to become Alpha Jason's Mate! Did the moon goddess realize her injustice? Was this a good start for her? "The thing I regret most is claiming you as my mate! You'll never give birth to a healthy child. You have no value to the pack!" "Leave with your monster!" Jason announced viciously. "No!" Eileen's heart was pierced again. Why was fate so unfair to her? What had she done to deserve this? She looked at her sleeping daughter and collapsed in the forest. The rogues caught her scent, and despair washed over her as she wondered if her fate would end there. Suddenly, a black wolf appeared and killed the rogues. The sweet scent of her mate filled her senses, and her inner wolf howled wildly in her mind! A second mate? But when she saw the black wolf transform into a human, she felt the air around her being sucked away! Why was the moon goddess so cruel to her, driving her out of the wolf pack? The person who drove her out turned out to be her second partner! The triplets who bullied her had become her second mate! What would her fate be? Would she continue to be hurt, or had the triplets uncovered the truth and decided to protect her? So, would Eileen choose to accept or reject?
I Slapped My Fiancé—Then Married His Billionaire Nemesis
Being second best is practically in my DNA. My sister got the love, the attention, the spotlight. And now, even her damn fiancé.Technically, Rhys Granger was my fiancé now—billionaire, devastatingly hot, and a walking Wall Street wet dream. My parents shoved me into the engagement after Catherine disappeared, and honestly? I didn’t mind. I’d crushed on Rhys for years. This was my chance, right? My turn to be the chosen one?Wrong.One night, he slapped me. Over a mug. A stupid, chipped, ugly mug my sister gave him years ago. That’s when it hit me—he didn’t love me. He didn’t even see me. I was just a warm-bodied placeholder for the woman he actually wanted. And apparently, I wasn’t even worth as much as a glorified coffee cup.So I slapped him right back, dumped his ass, and prepared for disaster—my parents losing their minds, Rhys throwing a billionaire tantrum, his terrifying family plotting my untimely demise.Obviously, I needed alcohol. A lot of alcohol.Enter him.Tall, dangerous, unfairly hot. The kind of man who makes you want to sin just by existing. I’d met him only once before, and that night, he just happened to be at the same bar as my drunk, self-pitying self. So I did the only logical thing: I dragged him into a hotel room and ripped off his clothes.It was reckless. It was stupid. It was completely ill-advised.But it was also: Best. Sex. Of. My. Life.And, as it turned out, the best decision I’d ever made.Because my one-night stand isn’t just some random guy. He’s richer than Rhys, more powerful than my entire family, and definitely more dangerous than I should be playing with.And now, he’s not letting me go.
The Mafia's Good Wife
(Book II of the Mafia's Girl Series. )(AN: Please read The Mafia's Good Girl before this book!)“Before we get on with our business, there’s a bit of a paperwork you’d need to sign,” Damon said suddenly. He took out a piece of paper and pushed it towards Violet.“What’s this?” she asked.“A written agreement for the price of our sale,” Damon replied. He said it so calmly and so nonchalantly, like he wasn’t buying a girl’s virginity for one million dollars.Violet swallowed hard and her eyes began to glaze over the words on that paper. The agreement was pretty self-explanatory. It basically stated that she’d agree to this sale of her virginity for the aforementioned price and that their signatures would seal the deal. Damon already signed his part and hers was left blank.Violet looked up to see Damon handing her a pen. She came into this room with the thought of backing out, but after reading the document, Violet had another change of heart. It was one million dollars. This was more money than she could ever see in her lifetime. One night compared to that would be minuscule. One could even argue that it was a bargain. So before she could change her mind again, Violet took the pen from Damon’s hand and signed her name on the dotted line. Right as the clock struck midnight that day, Violet Rose Carvey had just signed a deal with Damon Van Zandt, the devil in the flesh.* Warning: Mature content ahead. Enter at your own risk. *
Keep the Baby, Leave the Man
When Andrew Bergman's 99th mistress seeks me out, I'm in the middle of a manicure session. She tosses me an ultrasound report. "You must be Andrew's wife, right? I'm pregnant with his baby, so you'd better divorce him soon." I merely shoot her a glance before pulling out a stack of evidence recording her feats of sleeping around with other men and throwing them in her face. The woman's attitude went through a 180-degree change. She ripped up the report instantly. "I'll cut off all ties with Andrew right away!" I admire my freshly done nails, which are painted sanguine red—just like blood. I did spend eight hours on them, after all. One minute later, I tell the nail tech, "You can get rid of them now." After all, I have a "ferocious battle" in bed tonight. It'll be difficult for me to put my skills to good use if I still have my fake nails on. Ever since I got married to Andrew, I've been either dealing with his mistresses or on my way to dealing with them. I've long since become the biggest laughingstock in the upper crust. Whenever the other socialites see me, they tend to make fun of me by asking me for tips and tricks to discover if their spouses have cheated on them. Honestly speaking, I don't care about Andrew's flings with other women. What I care about is the fact that those women will fight with me for his wealth. Besides, whenever I discover a new mistress, Andrew agrees to fulfill one wish for me unconditionally. This time, I wish to have a child with him.
DIVORCED: MY EX-HUSBAND WANTS ME BACK
My whole body began to quiver as I looked up at Ryan who wore a smug or was it? I couldn't tell as my vision was blurred with tears."What is the meaning of this?" I questioned still in disbelief. Where had it all gone wrong? We were happy, he respected me and so did I...I even fell in love with him so how could he do this to me?!. "It's exactly what it says in the paper, Ciara""And what is that?" I stubbornly inquired. It was as if I didn't want to believe what the paper read until Ryan says it with his own mouth. A part of me still wanted to fight for whatever we still have left; still wanted to protect our marriage. But then he'd said it. Ryan had uttered those words I so desperately dreaded," I want a divorce, Ciara"***Ciara is the heiress to her father's company but she left all of that to be in a contract marriage with Ryan. It was supposed to be a 'no-strings-attached' kind of feeling but, she couldn't help but fall in love with him. Just when she wanted to start a clean slate on their first anniversary, she was handed a divorce paper. Ryan is a billionaire and a man with a hardened heart. He never saw Ciara as something more than just a 'fake wife' who was willing to help him out with a case. Deciding that he had had enough, Ryan hands Ciara a divorce paper setting himself free from her but 5years later, he seems to have a change on heart and wants to win Ciara back at all cost. But on his way to the office of the new investor of his company he is overcomed by a welling shock that the name of his new investor was Ciara. The same Ciara he'd known and once loved. What happens when this two dual meets for the first time since their rough divorce? Would they rekindle their feelings or would they leave it at that? Could second chance love prevail?Find out in this long rollacoaster ride!
Goodbye Scumbag, Hello True Love
"I'm so over Cassandra." Aidan Ziegler sneers, swirling his wine glass with a lazy smirk. "A real woman is soft and sweet—like Clara. As for her..." In the corner, a glass suddenly shatters in a man's palm. Cassandra Callum stands frozen, holding the cake she made to celebrate their three-year anniversary, eyes locked on the blood trickling down from his sharply defined fingers. Tristan Freeman, head of Freeman Group, slowly wipes his hand clean. His dark gaze sweeps over her tear-reddened eyes. "Ms. Callum, would you like to marry me?" The city explodes with gossip. Everyone thinks a broke little designer has climbed her way into wealth and power— what no one knows is that this marriage is a trap Tristan set five years ago. His private gallery holds over a thousand sketches of her profile—from that day in sophomore year when she crouched in a rainy alley feeding a stray cat, to her backstage at a runway abroad, gently arranging jewelry. Late at night, he stares at security footage, cigarette in hand, as Aidan kneels in a storm, soaked and shaking. Tristan suddenly pulls his delicate wife into his arms. Later, a finance reporter captures the once cold and ruthless Tristan, down on one knee before Cassandra. His hands tremble as he holds a pregnancy test. Cassandra flashes her wedding ring and laughs softly. "Surprised, Mr. Freeman?" Tristan, once known for being sharp and vicious, blinks back tears, then presses a trembling kiss to the faded mark on her ring finger. "Cassie, when you were 22, I wanted to say..." "Say what?" He leans in, his voice hoarse as he whispers, "The cake was really sweet."
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