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🎈B£ MY WÖMÃN🎈 (His•Baby•Mama...) _______________ PROLOGUE. DON'T COPY OR REPOST ‼️ By: Naomi Cindy B. ★ Rosy Klein did all she could to sponsor herself and her boyfriend through college. She has been dating Stefan since highschool, but immediately they started college, Stefan lost his parents and almost quit school, but Rosy took the responsibility. Stefan is a guy she loves so much, and she couldn't bear watching him drop out, though she's an orphan herself. Part time jobs and illegal gigs brought her the cash she earned, and with that, she was able to sponsor herself and Stefan, but on their graduation day... Stefan proposed to her best friend right in front of her, and her world crumbled. That same day, Roman Lawson planned proposal for his girlfriend, and he was hoping it'd be the best night of their lives. He has been dating Gwen for three years, and though she did nothing for him throughout, but to him, her love was enough. He payed for her mother's yearly surgery even when he's just a struggling youth. He even bought Gwen a car with his first salary, all for love. But on getting to the proposal venue, Gwen turned him down and ran out in tears after confessing that she's currently in love with someone else. Roman's world shattered. The pain of betrayal and heartbreak made him drive to the bar where he drank himself to stupor. There he met Rosy who also came to drink as a result of what Stefan did to her. Fate had it's way, and something huge happened between them that night... Huge enough to change everything about their existence. Who can't wait to find out what the huge something is and how huge it is? Are you ready to be on a rollercoaster of emotions? Join this sweet ride to see what life holds for this two and what future dramas will look like. Trust me, it's a book that'd keep you at the edge of your seat throughout... Don't miss out.

The Game Love To The Extreme GENRES: College, Heartbreak, rape, Games, deal, sassy, bullies, kidnapping, DNA, Romance, s*x, love making and tears. ‼️DO NOT COPY OR REPOST‼️ ♟️Prologue♟️ What do you do when you discover that your love life has been nothing but a game? the person you loved so dearly sees you as just his business and nothing more. Meet Calista Felix, an 18 years old girl who just moved to a Las Vegas with her family. Growing up Calista learned to see her father as both mom and dad, her mother left them when she was just three months old. Her father had gotten home early that day only to see little Calista crying and another man was banging his wife. Filled with rage, he stormed out of the house. After much talk and pleads Mr. Felix accepted his wife back just for the sake of their daughter. One month after her siblings Michelle and Micheal were born their mother left again for good, the kids sees their father as their superhero and Calista was forced to take up the Mom's duty since she was the eldest. She never loved boys, or maybe she just like being alone with the fear that she won’t make a good partner just like her mother, but then he came.... They call him a college Casanova, he f**ks anything that stood on his way including his stepmother and Stepsister, every girl he could get his eyes will have a taste of his c**k except for one who became a challenge. He's not just a Casanova but a Casanova pro max. A f**k boy and a lover of P**sy. Who is He? What happens when he was hired to date Calista? Will he succeed? What happened when Calista got tamed? What happened when she lost her virginity only to discover that she was nothing serious? Just business. What happened when she learnt that she was just a business? A book you don't want to miss, it will have you craving for more.

💘I HÅT£ YÕU, JACË💘 (You•Know•You•Love•Me) ______________ PROLOGUE ‼️ DON'T COPY OR REPOST ‼️ By: Naomi Cindy B. ★ Jace Braun is the type of guy your parents warned you to stay away from, he's a total psycho who has gotten used to the name. Ask for 'Wolfie' in Rizz Hostel, then you'd surely find someone who'd point at him smoking at his smoking spot. He's a student of Finley College in Washington, Sculpture Department, and he's quiet popular in campus. He stays at Rizz Hostel, the wildest off-campus hostel, and he has slept with almost all the girls. It's a bonus to him though, cos they shamelessly throw themselves at him. Every girl wants to f**k the almighty Jace. Despite being from a rich family in England, he sells hard drugs to students just to make money. Everyone sees him as a jerky mother**ker, but what they don't know is that beneath his outside personality is a dying guy who's in need of someone to tell his story... A shattered guy who wants nothing but an escape route from his f**ked up life. Are you interested in knowing what his story is? And what happens when he met the only person who seems so different from everyone around him, but the person turns out to be his worse enemy. She hates him madly, but she's madly in love with his best friend. ... Will fate ever bring them together with favorable plot twists? Or...will she remain his best friend's girl forever? Will he ever find an escape route from his hidden problems? Are you in for hot college dramas and suspense that'd make you want more at the end of every chapter? Hop on this ride and don't miss out!

☠A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL☠ 365 DAYS CONTRACT ❌ PROLOGUE Tags: hatred, revenge, bully, romance, secrets, and betrayal 🌟🌟🌟 A girl of about 19 years old could be seen running away with her friend, from a group of boys who were after them, it gets to a point where her friends couldn't take it anymore cos, he was getting tired Run Dion, faster, they are getting closer,” she said dragging her feet forward I can’t run any longer am getting tired, my legs hurt,” he replied as he slowed down a little Try Dion, we are almost close to the market and we will rest once we get there,” she said encouraging him You have to go without...... she did let him complete whatever he was saying before dragging him out of the place Her name is Melisa ford, a 19 years old college student who is more stubborn than stubbornness itself, her parents tried making her see that she's a woman and not a man, that she needs to change for the better tomorrow but she always says yes to them and tomorrow she will do the worst She has a best friend Dion Stone, who happens to be her partner in crime, they have been friends since childhood and they seem inseparable Oh no, I told you that we shouldn't have done that but you didn't listen now look how we are running like mad people,” Dion cried out as they rushed out of the place followed by the men Just shut up and follow my lead,” she said and Dion holds his mouth that instant Yes boss,” he muttered This way,” she said and run into a place that look more like a fighting ground Catcher,” one of the guys that were after they said and jumped on her, she tried to break free but his hold on her was very strong She was still struggling to break free when the guy suddenly drops dead on the floor That’s my boy, I know you will always find a way to help me,” she muttered thinking it was Dion She arranged her clothes; it was as if the time had stopped as she didn't hear the voice of anyone or anything Dion, have you suddenly gone mu....... the rest of it was stuck in her mouth when her eyes landed on the person who just saved her life She wished the ground will just open and swallow her, she instantly regrets not listening to Dion when he asked her not to cause trouble, she wishes those guys had taken them instead of him saving her He smirked dangerously when he saw the look on her face, he turned around and Dion gasped immediately he saw who it was THE DEVIL,” he mumbled Who is he⁉️ What happens when the two BFFs was forced to separate⁉️ What did they do that made those men be after them⁉️ You don’t want to miss this story trust me! A lot of things are going to happen here Grab your popcorn 🍿

Trigger/Content Warning: This story contains mature themes and explicit content intended for adult audiences(18+). Reader discretion is advised. It includes elements such as BDSM dynamics, explicit sexual content, toxic family relationships, occasional violence and strong language. This is not a fluffy romance. It is intense, raw and messy, and explores the darker side of desire. ***** "Take off your dress, Meadow." "Why?" "Because your ex is watching," he said, leaning back into his seat. "And I want him to see what he lost." ••••*••••*••••* Meadow Russell was supposed to get married to the love of her life in Vegas. Instead, she walked in on her twin sister riding her fiance. One drink at the bar turned to ten. One drunken mistake turned into reality. And one stranger's offer turned into a contract that she signed with shaking hands and a diamond ring. Alaric Ashford is the devil in a tailored Tom Ford suit. Billionaire CEO, brutal, possessive. A man born into an empire of blood and steel. He also suffers from a neurological condition-he can't feel. Not objects, not pain, not even human touch. Until Meadow touches him, and he feels everything. And now he owns her. On paper and in his bed. She wants him to ruin her. Take what no one else could have. He wants control, obedience... revenge. But what starts as a transaction slowly turns into something Meadow never saw coming. Obsession, secrets that were never meant to surface, and a pain from the past that threatens to break everything. Alaric doesn't share what's his. Not his company. Not his wife. And definitely not his vengeance.

Vesper's marriage to Julian Sterling was a gilded cage. One morning, she woke naked beside Damon Sterling, Julian's terrifying brother, then found a text: Julian's mistress was pregnant. Her world shattered, but the real nightmare had just begun. Julian's abuse escalated, gaslighting Vesper, funding his secret life. Damon, a germaphobic billionaire, became her unsettling anchor amidst his chaos. As "Iris," Vesper exposed Julian's mistress, Serena Sharp, sparking brutal war: poisoned drinks, a broken leg, and the horrifying truth-Julian murdered her parents, trapping Vesper in marriage. The man she married was a killer. Broken and betrayed, Vesper was caught between monstrous brothers, burning with injustice. Refusing victimhood, Vesper reclaimed her identity. Fueled by vengeance, she allied with Damon, who vowed to burn his empire for her. Julian faced justice, but matriarch Eleanor's counterattack forced Vesper's choice as a hitman aimed for her.

The thunder cracked over the Hamptons, but it was nothing compared to Elena Sharp's scream. She lay twisted on the marble foyer, accusing me of trying to kill her baby. My husband, Julian, walked in, saw the scene, and his eyes froze me out of his life forever. He didn't listen, shoving a separation agreement across the desk, accusing me of murder. Stripped of my name and home, I was thrown out, left with nothing but my clothes and a terrifying secret growing inside me. My accounts frozen, I ended up in a crumbling Philadelphia row house, forced to pawn heirlooms. During a fire, my water broke, and I delivered our premature daughter, June, whose lungs were damaged. I stole formula to feed her, facing massive medical bills. Accused of destroying an heir, I was exiled while carrying his true legacy, fighting for every breath. The injustice burned, but June's life was my only fight. Three years later, June needed life-saving surgery. Julian's dying grandmother called me back with the funds, forcing a cruel charade with the man who hated me, a man still oblivious to his daughter.

Vivian clutched her Hermès bag, her doctor's words echoing: "Extremely high-risk pregnancy." She hoped the baby would save her cold marriage, but Julian wasn't in London as his schedule claimed. Instead, a paparazzi photo revealed his early return-with a blonde woman, not his wife, at the private airport exit. The next morning, Julian served divorce papers, callously ending their "duty" marriage for his ex, Serena. A horrifying contract clause gave him the right to terminate her pregnancy or seize their child. Humiliated, demoted, and forced to fake an ulcer, Vivian watched him parade his affair, openly discarding her while celebrating Serena. This was a calculated erasure, not heartbreak. He cared only for his image, confirming he would "handle" the baby himself. A primal rage ignited her. "Just us," she whispered to her stomach, vowing to sign the divorce on her terms, keep her secret safe, and walk away from Sterling Corp for good, ready to protect her child alone.

The silence in St. Patrick's Cathedral wasn't peaceful; it was a physical weight on Stella's shoulders, heavier than her wedding dress. She stood alone at the altar, ready for her perfect life, when her phone vibrated with a text that shattered everything. Her fiancé, Bryce, messaged just moments before the vows: "I can't do this. Monica needs me. I'm sorry." Monica, her maid of honor, was the reason he fled. Bryce's mother then publicly shamed Stella, implying her career ambition drove him away. The betrayal of her sacrifices, her future, and her dignity ignited a white-hot rage. Stella ripped off her veil, grabbed the microphone, and exposed the groom and maid of honor's affair to the stunned guests before storming out. A furious wreck in her ruined gown, she stumbled on the cathedral steps, meeting Julian Sterling, the "Cursed Son" in a wheelchair. He offered no pity, only a detached assessment. In a defiant, adrenaline-fueled moment, Stella crouched and asked, "Are you single?" Julian, needing a strategic alliance against his family, agreed to a cold, transactional marriage of convenience. With the City Clerk's office hours ticking down, Stella tore her dress, determined to forge a new path of vengeance and desperate necessity.

Serena Vance, an unloved wife, clutched a custom-made red velvet cake to her chest, enduring the cold rain outside an exclusive Upper East Side club. She hoped this small gesture for her husband, Julian, would bridge the growing chasm between them on their third anniversary. But as she neared the VIP suite, her world shattered. Julian's cold, detached voice sliced through the laughter, revealing he considered her nothing more than a "signature on a piece of paper" for a trust fund, mocking her changed appearance and respecting only another woman, Elena. The indifference in his tone was a physical blow, a brutal severance, not heartbreak. She gently placed the forgotten cake on the floor, leaving her wedding ring and a diamond necklace as she prepared to abandon a marriage built on lies. Her old life, once a prison of quiet suffering and constant humiliation, now lay in ruins around her. Three years of trying to be seen, to be loved, were erased by a few cruel words. Why had she clung to a man who saw her as a clause in a will, a "creature," not a wife? The shame and rage hardened her heart, freezing her tears. Returning to an empty penthouse, she packed a single battered suitcase, leaving behind every symbol of her failed marriage. With a burner phone, she dialed a number she hadn't touched in a decade, whispering, "Godfather, I'm ready to come home."

For three years, I documented the slow death of my marriage in a black journal. It was my 100-point divorce plan: for every time my husband, Blake, chose his first love, Ariana, over me, I deducted points. When the score hit zero, I would leave. The final points vanished the night he left me bleeding out from a car crash. I was eight weeks pregnant with the child we had prayed for. In the ER, the nurses frantically called him-the star surgeon of the very hospital I was dying in. "Dr. Santos, we have a Jane Doe, O-negative, bleeding out. She's pregnant, and we're about to lose them both. We need you to authorize an emergency blood transfer." His voice came over the speaker, cold and impatient. "I can't. My priority is Miss Whitfield. Do what you can for the patient, but I can't divert anything right now." He hung up. He condemned his own child to death to ensure his ex-girlfriend had resources on standby after a minor procedure.

My wealthy husband, Nathaniel, stormed in, demanding a divorce to be with his "dying" first love, Julia. He expected tears, pleas, even hysteria. Instead, I calmly reached for a pen, ready to sign away our life for a fortune. For two years, I played the devoted wife in our sterile penthouse. That night, Nathaniel shattered the facade, tossing divorce papers. "Julia's back," he stated, "she needs me." He expected me to crumble. But my calm "Okay" shocked him. I coolly demanded his penthouse, shares, and a doubled stipend, letting him believe I was a greedy gold digger. He watched, disgusted, convinced I was a monster. He couldn't fathom my indifference or ruthless demands. He saw avarice, not a carefully constructed facade. His betrayal had awakened something far more dangerous. The second the door closed, the dutiful wife vanished. I retrieved a burner phone and a Glock, ready to expose the elaborate lie he and Julia had built.

My husband promised me forever, but gave me endless lies. On our anniversary, I found his secrets on social media, exposed by his mistress. He didn't just break my heart; he broke my entire world. Seraphina sat alone in her opulent mansion, preparing their anniversary dinner, feeling the suffocating weight of her cold, hollow marriage. An Instagram post from Tiffany Sloan then brazenly revealed Harrison's hand at a romantic dinner, shattering his flimsy excuses and exposing his blatant infidelity. The betrayal turned Seraphina's despair into cold resolve. He gaslighted her, dismissed her pain, and reminded her she was "nothing." He chose his mistress over her dying brother, caused her to break an ankle, and finally abandoned her on a desolate street corner, stripped of dignity. How could she have sacrificed her entire violin career for a man who so casually discarded her? Under that bridge, her foolish love died, leaving only a fierce desire for reclamation. Shivering and alone, a faded flyer for a violin teacher caught her eye. It was a defiant whisper of her old self, a promise: Seraphina Vanderbilt was gone, and a new Seraphina was finally free.

Sera stood at the altar, ready to renew vows with Lucas Sterling, a public declaration of their solid marriage. But in that holy silence, Lucas answered his phone, his voice booming, "Naomi? I'm coming." He then turned, eyes cold, declaring, "It's over," abandoning her mid-ceremony. The crowd gasped. His family humiliated her, calling her "trash." He then cut off all her money, stranding her in a downpour. The cruelest blow: his sister revealed Lucas had gossiped about Sera's deepest trauma-a past kidnapping-mocking her belief he was her savior. This betrayal shattered Sera's loyalty, replacing pain with cold rage. How could he expose that secret? And why did powerful Julian Thorne appear, whispering, "I've known who you are for a long time," as if privy to her past? With her last attachment severed, Sera pulled out her encrypted phone. Her voice chilling, she commanded, "Target Sterling Supply Chain. Initiate Phase One: Disruption." Her counterattack had begun.