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P-please, I beg you. Come let's go tell Christian I had no hand in whatever happened, p-please." I clutched the lapel of his jacket desperately. "Let's go. You need to tell my husband you were paid." "Young lady, you're harassing me." His tone was cold and his stare granite. But I could care less. "You harassed me first! You had sex with me without my consent, my husband knows and now I'm pregnant with this child he doesn't want. You ruined my marriage! I-I hate you!" ************************************ Caught by her husband with another man on their matrimonial bed the morning after her birthday, Hailey Codza could not defend herself. As though it's not enough, she gets pregnant. Her enraged husband decides to pay her back for her infidelity by having an affair with his ex-girlfriend - Denise Kellers, the family Hailey never knew she had. Losing her family's wealth and company to her husband and his ex (now girlfriend), she is devastated, homeless and penniless as all her credit cards are blocked by her husband. She sees the man who is responsible for her pregnancy. The man she has no idea how he'd found his way to her matrimonial bed - Jared Johnson. Jared is annoyed when this strange woman disrupts his meeting and accuses him of ruining her life, marriage and impregnating her. It affects his business deals and having no choice, he marries her to calm the public whilst engaged to someone else. But he loathes her and allows his family treats her badly. Hailey who has fallen in love with Jared is broken when she can no longer take the humiliation. She signs the divorce papers and leaves, only to arrive six years later to the country as a self-made, secret billionaire and a mother of twins. Now her two ex-husbands are begging to have her back...
I stirred awake, my eyes fluttered open. Where was I? I raised myself to a sitting position and saw I was naked.
And there was someone beside me. I turned to see that this person had the blankets pulled over their head. It was none other than my husband.
I winced a little as my head throbbed. I shook him awake. "Hey, babe. Wake up."
He merely stirred but did not wake.
"Christian, get up. We slept through the party." I shook him.
The door opened just then. "What is going on here?"
I faced the door and paled. There was my husband standing on the doorway.
Who was this other guy?
"What are you doing, Hailey?" There was anger and hurt.
I opened my mouth and closed them back, feeling like a fish out of water. I blinked my eyes to be sure I was seeing clearly. I pulled down the blankets and gasped.
Fear squeezed tighter, apprehension crept up my spine. I could feel blood drain from my face.
"You cheated on me?!" Christian's boyish handsome face went taut in derision and betrayal.
"N-no, I..." Tears pooled. "It's not what you think. I swear, I did not." I shook my head vigorously, gesturing between this strange guy and me.
Feeling as lost and confused as I was, I hit the guy hard to wake him up. He finally opened his eyes with a yawn leaving his mouth.
"Last night was the best night of my life." He attempted to kiss my cheek.
I climbed down the bed, ensuring the bedsheet was wrapped tight around me. "Don't come close to me!"
"Who is this man?!" Christian's eyes had darkened with fury.
I wanted to speak but no words came out. I could only sob and tremble before him.
"Speak!" He hollered.
I jolted in both shock and fear. "I swear, I..." I sniffled. "I don't know him. I swear."
"And you!" Christian turned to the guy. "I'm calling the police on you right now."
As soon as Christian brought his phone out of his pocket to make the call, this strange guy gathered his clothes and ran out of the bedroom.
Christian tried to hold him back but he pushed my husband and fled the room. He gave me the deadliest glare, I could not utter a word.
All I could think of was how this had happened. My birthday was yesterday and Christian had thrown me a surprise party last night. I remembered drinking and having fun.
But I could not remember how this strange guy and I had ended up in my matrimonial bed.
"After everything I have done for you, Hailey. You decide to cheat on me. Why? Because you're the rich heiress while I'm the guy from the gutters?! Huh?! Is it because your family owns the wealth?!" One could see his pain.
Guilt hugged me tight, I took slow steps to meet him but he was not letting me close.
"Stop right there, Hailey." He eyed me, his expression was tortured. "I loved you Hailey. I might not have the money but I did love you...still do..I just...fuck!" He ran a frustrated hand through his hair and left the room.
I sank to the floor in shame and pain. What had I done to myself and to my marriage?
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"Pregnant?!" My hand trembled as I held the white and blue stick that had two lines.
It was not the fact that I was pregnant, it was the 'how' I got pregnant and 'who' got me pregnant. Ever since that incident, Christian had been angry.
He had only forgiven me three days ago and that was the last time he had sex with me. Three days old sex could not result to pregnancy so fast.
That incident had been a little over a month. Oh goodness! What would I do?
"Hey babe, what are you..." My husband walked into our bedroom and saw the stick in my hand. "What is that?"
Maybe I should have hidden it but there was no need. He had seen it. Moreover, how long would I have been able to keep it hidden?
"It's a ..uh...a pregnancy test strip." I stuttered, trying not to let him see how scared and nervous I was.
He had forgiven me, right? This would be easy to overlook too.
"Why are you using that, babe? We only just had sex three days ago." He chuckled as though he was finding it funny.
He probably was. Possibly thinking this was some kind of joke. Or silly prank. If only it was.
"Uh... y-yes, I k-know. It's just..you see..." How do I begin? Oh Christ!
He observed my face and every trace of amusement was gone. "You're not joking. You're pregnant? How come?"
"I think it's that drunken night with..."
"That strange guy. Hm." He completed for me.
"B-but you've f-forgiven me, right? We c-can raise this child as our own, right?"
He said nothing. Only stood and stared pointedly at me. I gulped, wondering what he was thinking in this moment.
"Cheating is not enough, Hailey. You had to get pregnant?"
"P-please, don't say it like that. I still don't remember how it happened. I-I'm s-sorry." I bit my lower lip hard and blinked my eyes equally hard to keep from crying.
"What will sorry do? The first child that's going to be coming into this home should be ours not the result of your cheating!" He jabbed an accusing finger at me.
"I-I'm s-sorry." It was all I could say. I had no excuses nor reasons to give.
"Are you really sorry?" He questioned, the anger that had been there few seconds ago dissipated.
"Yes." Hope bloomed. He was going to forgive me. We would raise the baby as ours.
"Abort it." He deadpanned.
"What?" I could not believe my ears.
"If you really are sorry, Hailey, you'll rid your womb of that child. I want you to carry mine and mine alone." His tone had taken on a softer edge, he drew closer to me, tracing my jaw lightly.
I loved my husband. I truly did. I had met him in college and loved him ever since. I married him shortly before dad died.
He was the only family I had and my world revolved around him. I would do anything he wanted me to. Just as he had requested to step in and handle the company my dad had left for me as his only child.
His multi-million legacy. This husband before me was handling it. That was how much I loved him and I had never refused him anything.
But this. This was different.
Tears ran down my eyes because this was the first time I would refuse him. "I can't do it, Christian."
"I'm sorry Venice, let's divorce." His eyes were sincerely apologetic. "I want to be with the woman I've always loved." The fact that his tone was pleading for understanding hurt me all the more but I refused to shed a tear. "You'll regret this, Dylan Davis Creighton." And twenty three year old Venice Thompson, the secret heiress of the second richest and influential industry in the country and beyond, meant her every word. ********************************************* After her divorce, she returns home to find that her only living relative, her father's younger sister whom she trusted, had stolen what was rightfully hers - the Thompson empire. Feeling betrayed for the second time, she runs to her best friend, Alina Houghton, who advises her to go to the one man she so badly wants to avoid. Will Sanders. The wealthiest and most influential businessman in the country and beyond. The man every woman in the country wants and adores. Her age plus ex-boyfriend. The man that took her virginity and broke her heart when she was just a love-sick teenager. The man she also wasn't aware has strong romantic ties with her greedy aunt.
Born and bred in Naples, Italy, the full-blooded twenty five year old American Maya Creighton lost both her parents who had traveled to Italy for a job that cost them their lives. Running away from the orphanage she hated, she adapted to the streets, having minimal access to education and a wider one to violence. Known for her strength and brutality, Maya is regarded across streets of Italy as 'Guerriera' translated to mean 'warrior or fighter' due to her ruthlessness and fighting skills. But she makes a mistake one night during a mission and kills the only son of the infamous, dangerous drug baron in Italy who has always hated her guts. Now her boss is angry and scared, he sends her back to her land of origin where she meets and saves the life of Alan James McCoy, though anonymously. Her life takes many dramatic turns and difficult downhills when she finds herself kidnapping the children of the same man she saved.
When high school dropout Riana Tanning is made homeless by the people she had always known to be her family, she is thrown into a world of chaos and drama. Finding herself in the abusive hands of a rich Puerto Rican drug dealer who gives her everything she wants, except love and happiness, Riana remains in his home, too scared to go back hungry and homeless. As more travails unfold with her boyfriend thrown in jail, losing everything to his name, she is back on the streets. Eventually managing to get a job as a salesperson in a thrift store, she is yet again thrown in despair when a Trillionaire buys the place. But what is more shocking is when this wealthy, handsome famous playboy offers marriage to Riana with an agreement to give her a roof over her head and help her achieve her dreams while she plays the role of a good wife. Will this twenty two year old agree to this contract marriage with this famously known yet personally unknown Trillionaire? And if she does, will she be able to withstand the troubles her step sister-in-law and her criminal, obsessed ex-boyfriend bring her way? Will she be able to forge on valiantly with her pregnancy, play smart despite her lack of education and find a more shocking truth of who she truly is? Or will she chicken out, betray the man she has come to love and abandon him for her sex-crazed ex-boyfriend?
“I hate you.” I froze. The way she’s uttered those three words were dispassionate and venomous. But what had I done? How could she hate me for no just cause? My father had taught me that hate is such a strong word and shouldn’t be used anyhow. “What have I done to you, Luna?” She kicked me in my stomach. I fell again. Adding to the blinding pain on my back, I had scraped my elbow and it was bleeding a little. “Stop asking me questions!” She yelled at me. I nodded, eager to please her and stop this torment. “Get up, you filth!” My body cried in protest and the trickle I felt on my back, I knew I was bleeding in many places. But I couldn’t not respond to her command. I forced myself up, using the wall for support because I was close to it. “Have you greeted me?!” What that why she was tormenting me? But I acknowledged her presence already. Every little thing I did or did not do seemed to make her mad at me. She really did hate me. “Good day, Luna.” I bowed, even though my head was aching. Either that or I receive another hard hit. “On you knees.” But she just told me to get up. Without a word, tears of self-pity welling, I did as she commanded. She circled me slowly, my heart beat increased, not knowing what she would do next. The scream that left my lips in the following moments was loud enough to pull down the cell I was in. I cried in pure agony. The Luna had used her artificial sharp pointed, black painted talons to scratch my back. I fell to the ground, unable to make a sound. She emitted another evil laugh, then stopped to whisper to me. “I will make life miserable for you, Amyra. I will make you wish you were never born. And with the Alpha by my side, it is going to be the easiest task I have ever indulged in.” ********* Amyra was a witch who worked in the Alpha’s pack manor as a maid, she had powers that were dormant in her for some reason, though she didn’t even know she was a witch until another war started between the witches and werewolves. Though constantly maltreated by the Luna who knew who she was and hated what she was, she doesn’t complain and tries to focus on her work. Unexpectedly finding herself in the middle of everything, she discovered who she was and also tried to navigate the powers brewing in her to bring peace and balance. But she needed Alpha Caden of Moon River pack to be able to complete this quest. An Alpha who hated her and hated the witches too. But will it work? Will she be able to save the day and end the killing of both communities she had strong links to? Will the her Alpha succumb to the passion and allow himself be used to bring this peace and balance? Or will everything fall apart and both communities will be left to keep fighting until they both finish off one other?
Darya spent three years loving Micah, worshipping the ground he walked on. Until his neglect and his family's abuse finally woke her up to the ugly truth-he doesn't love her. Never did, never will. To her, he is a hero, her knight in shining armour. To him, she is an opportunist, a gold digger who schemed her way into his life. Darya accepts the harsh reality, gathers the shattered pieces of her dignity, divorces him, takes back her real name, reclaims her title as the country's youngest billionaire heiress. Their paths cross again at a party. Micah watches his ex-wife sing like an angel, tear up the dance floor, then thwart a lecher with a roundhouse kick. He realises, belatedly, that she's exactly the kind of woman he'd want to marry, if only he had taken the trouble to get to know her. Micah acts promptly to win her back, but discovers she's now surrounded by eligible bachelors: high-powered CEO, genius biochemist, award-winning singer, reformed playboy. Worse, she makes it pretty clear that she's done with him. Micah gears up for an uphill battle. He must prove to her he's still worthy of her love before she falls for someone else. And time is running out.
Three years of marriage couldn't melt Theo's frozen heart. When an art gallery collapsed on Lena, he was off romancing another woman—lavishing her with a private jet. Three steel pins held Lena's shoulder together, but her heart remained broken. She filed for divorce and told everyone that he was impotent. Rising from the rubble, Lena blazed onto the design world's A‑list. She expected him to sail off with his true love—until Theo reappeared at her runway, pressing her against the wall. "Impotent, huh? Care to give it a try?"
Anabel found out she was pregnant and dialed her husband's number to share the good news to him. They have been married for two years without a child. Desmond's mother had been accusing her of being barren and unproductive. When the call was picked, she was flabbergasted and broken. She was hearing a loud moan of feminine voice. "Ohh! Yeah! Don't stop fucking me! Fuck me harder baby!" accompanied with sound of skins slapping against the other. She went home to confront her husband and end up receiving a divorce paper. Desmond divorced him for a lady his mother was rooting. Few months later when he found out that his ex-wife is a billionaire heiress and she is pregnant with twins, he went crazy!
She thought he was the villain. He was only trying to save his soul. Rena lives in a world of sunshine, sweets, and simple dreams. Until one reckless decision drops her into a dark realm of secrets, curses and werewolves. Kidnapped, heartbroken. She doesn't know who to trust anymore especially not Logan, the arrogant, cruel Alpha who's keeping her as a hostage. Until she discovers his dark secret. He's been hearing her thoughts all along. Now the walls between them are crumbling. And when feelings grow where hatred once lived, a curse demands that blood becomes a love that demands sacrifice. But how can she give her heart to the one who might need it to die?
She was the notorious Alana Wilson, a shameful daughter of the Wilson family. Her reputation went downhill after she broke her engagement with her fiance, Albert Harris. They pointed finger at her, calling her a cheater. However, in truth, who was the cheater here? Alana would do anything she could to have her engagement with Albert broken, even if it meant sacrificing her own reputation. Ten years of abuse she endured in her last life was enough. She made sure that in this life, she would never marry that cheating bastard again. As her previous crush, as well as her brother's best friend, Lorenzo Miller is now back to the country, what would happen to her already messed up life? Especially when her ex-fiance also didn't want to leave her alone. Sequel is out now! Rebirth of the Billionaire's Vengeful Actress Wife
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