Catherine Oriel

Everyone thought he was just a spoiled brat who flirted with anyone because he had a powerful father who could give him all the luxuries in life. Contrary to what most people know, Acadia was just a lost soul eager to find love and peace within her. He is a flying eagle, complete with wings and at the peak but he does not know what for and what is the reason of his life. She thought she could tame him, but the guy has it's own principles in life. A man hard to reach and unworthy of his kind. Meeting Seigneur was one of her plans but falling in love with him isn't. She thought that her love for him would save her from her grief but the man only doubled her suffering.

It's my first day of school as a simple student of MU. This school is very popular and only rich students can afford to study here. I'm also one of them, being rich is very frustrating because your parents always put pressure in you so you don't have a choice but to do what they say and meet the standards they want because of the reason they're always saying it's good for you, good for you my ass!. "Mira!" she said to me sapphire. She's my best friend since I was grade 7 "What? Is there any gossip?” I open here "It's terrible! but have you heard?" it's gossip "Which one was heard?" I answered "The 5 handsome sons of the owner of this school will be going to transfer here" This is a story that makes me frown. Why is he telling me this story? what do I care? psh! "Uh okay" I replied bored here "Okay? that's all?" it whined "Why? what do you want me to sa-" What I was about to say was interrupted by the laughter of the entire student body in the incoming black Ferrari car. 'omg they're here' 'hey, look at me, am I beautiful?' I saw their picture in there old school and they're all handsome I heard a whisper so sapphire and I stopped walking "I think they're here" said the person next to me, she looks excited like others The men got out of the Ferrari more and more because I covered my ears "oh boys, you're finally here" met immediately by the dean, I stared at them and I can't deny the fact that they really had good faces, handsome indeed huh! I was staring at the idiot next to me, so I immediately elbowed him, causing him to return to the correct posture "ses ampopogi nga" it screamed my gosh my ears hurt "do you know them?" I asked here "Of course, I'm a fan of those guys" he answered which made me wince, really a fan? It's a good thing as long as there's no mistake. And it started to teach and introduce men "That's Javier, he's the eldest among them" he pointed to the man in a white polo tucked into his black pants, he was wearing specs and his hair was brushed up and his face was emotionless. "It's hard to joke because you might be embarrassed because you'll be the only one laughing," Sapphire added "Larsen is the second one of them" he pointed to the man wearing a black plain shirt and black jogger pants with matching black shades who looked as if he had died. "That's really weird, he likes it because it's black, and it's been talked about that it's quiet, but it's the devil's behavior" he added because I seem to wince at the color of his clothes because it's all black, are you stupid? "That's Xavier, he's the third one, just be careful, he's a bad boy and it's been rumored that he's always full of guidance in the states. He's always a bully, whether it's a boy or a girl, I bet he'll find a target now." He pointed to the man who looked like anytime. puncher He's wearing a black vest and ripped jeans with black boots and also has tattoos on his shoulder "hey, I'll just pray for that next target" Sapphire whispered, he looks like a bad boy and he looks arrogant as well as it makes the blood boil. "That's Keirson" he pointed to the man wearing a black shirt with a layered leather jacket. He's also wearing ripped jeans and has Peirce in his left ear and lower lip. "That's the f*ck boy, many people have complained about states that she got pregnant and this is it! It is rumored that he raped someone because the girl didn't want to have sex with him, so I agree. Just be careful with him because he will make your life miserable when he cheats on you." "And lastly that's Keiron, keirson's twin brother they're the youngest among their pacts" he pointed to the smiling man who looked like he was wearing a shirt, he was wearing a white printed shirt dark blue jeans with matching white sneakers and specs "He's the kindest among them, that's a smile and I know what's causing his twin to panic, that's what made him so nice, he's happy to talk to me" im just looking at the five man's talking to dean and doesn't even notice that they're already walking. I'm just looking at them suddenly when the guy named Xavier bumped my shoulder causing me to look at him and mouthed "target unlock" and then he smirked that gave shivers to my spine

On the day Aki was diagnosed with terminal cancer, but his husband, Ethan Montifalco, was taking care of his first love's children. In the hospital corridor, His Doctor Keith Santos said grimly while holding a biopsy report, "Aki, the results are out. If the surgery is successful, your survival rate is 15 to 30 percent." Aki held her bag tightly. Her Little face was pale and solemn. "Keith, how long will I live if I don't have surgery?" "Six months to a year. It's different for everyone. In your case, it's better to do two rounds of pre-therapy first before the surgery. It will prevent the risk of spreading or undergoing metastasis." Aki bit his lip while forcing out, "Thank you." "Don't thank me. I'll arrange for you to be admitted to the hospital right away," Keith said. "There's no need. I don't plan to get treatment. I can't take it anymore," Aki said. "me" Keith wanted to say something more, but Aki tipped his head at him. "Keith, please help me keep this a secret. I don't want my family to worry." The Ford family went bankrupt. Aki had to bend over backwards just to cover her father's medical expenses. If his family knew about his illness, they would no doubt be worried about his situation. Keith sighed helplessly and said, "Don't worry. I'll keep my lips sealed. I heard that you're married. Your husband—" "Keith, please take good care of my dad. I have to go now." Aki seemed very reluctant to talk about this and left quickly before he could answer. Keith shook his head. Rumor had it that he had dropped out of university and secretly married. The top genius in medical school had fallen from grace into devastation. Throughout the two years of his father's treatment, he was the only one who took care of everything. Even when he had collapsed from illness and was sent to the hospital by passersby, but his rumored husband had never shown up. Thinking back, Ethan had truly treated him well in the year they had gotten married. Alas, when his first love returned to the country, everything changed.

Bang! Bang! Loud gunshots all around. I look around to find my son and my wife, they are missing, d*mn. "Daddy Zach!" I heard my son scream at their damn father. A long short story, I will explain it, but soon. "D*mn, baby come here to papa Rus!" I called the twins and they immediately came. "Where is your dad?" I'm nervous to ask here. They are crying. "Okay, shhhh papa Rus is here, don't cry baby." "Papa Rus, dada and papa Zach are missing.." cried one of the twins. "Okay, I'll find them okay?" He nodded while wiping away the tears. I really need to find them, especially my Sail. "Stay here and don't ever go out okay?" I kissed them both on the forehead before leaving. I never thought that one of our enemy's men would be able to shoot me, I was shot in the shoulder. I saw Sail on the side, he was sitting with his yellow hands covering his ears, I look at Zach who is fighting Helvet, our enemy. I first shot the gun at the person standing next to me, it hit him right. "Sail! Shhh let's go!" I tried to pull it but he didn't want to leave Zach. "No! Zach, Zach is here I won't leave him!" I sighed and carried him in a bridal style, it was struggling but I was strong, I lowered it to where the twins were hiding. "Please Rus, bring Zach back." I slowly nod even though feeling a heavy feeling inside my chest. He loves Zach. I went to the devil who was shooting a while ago. "Zach! Let's go!" I called here during the shooting, when he saw me he yelled at me angrily. "F*ck you left them?!" He responded angrily to me. "Sail wants me to go back with you so shut up!" I left there to go to Sail but then... Helvet... he was holding the twins while Sail was lying on his chin, Sail is dead... and my son in his tummy... my son.. yes Sail is pregnant with my child.

It's my first time here! Admins will approve, hehe. As soon as I entered the mansion, someone immediately threw an egg at my face. I gasped and wiped my face in disbelief. And later someone rode behind me and bit the other side of my shoulder. "AHH! Oh my! It hurts!" "Good heavens! Marcus and Maria! Let him go!" "No! She's an intruder." The children did not stop me and continued to trouble me. I almost cried. I just got my hair done and rebonded. I thought it must be required that you have a beautiful mother, I didn't know that now I'm haggard. "Enough." Came a cold voice from the top of the stairs. We all looked up at the man together. And I'm not going to lie, he's handsome! Is he the father of the children who will be my children? If it's true, he's literally daddy. yum Char. "She's your mom." "What?" Everyone with me was shocked and so was I. Everyone fell silent and we watched as the tall man walked toward us. And I just caught my breath when he came next to me and suddenly pulled me by the waist towards him. My eyes widened and I didn't know what to do. And the man made me even more nervous when he brought his lips to my ear. "Do your work properly," He said in a deep voice. I swallowed and nodded to myself. That's right. I'm gonna be a mom. I'm a mom. Even though I was nervous, I stood up straight and faced the man. And he looked like he was caught off guard when I suddenly grabbed both of his cheeks and pressed him with a kiss. "I miss you, baby." Wait.. Did I do the right thing? "Merciful heaven!"

"Next, this is Achiena Liv Bautista, 21 years of age. Never been touched. Start on 500,000" the old woman announced today at the bar. I have no choice because my father forced me to do it. I almost cried now in front of me while watching the people who are now staring at my body that looks like I'm naked. "500 thousand" shouted the old man with a cigarette. Jusko, guide me. "600,000" a fat man, next to a yellow woman who is now currently holding the man's leg. "1 million" shouted a thin man. The crowd was silent. "1 million once, 1 million twice, 1 million... "10 million" shouted a man in a dark corner. Like a dark corner, he is as dark as his aura. 10 𝖲33 millions! "10 million once, 10 million twice, 10 million sold to Mr. Hawton" "Goodluck" 𝗒𝗒𝗎𝗒𝗌𝗌 𝖻r𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗄𝗄 "Follow me" the man commanded in a deep voice. "faster!" he added so I hurried to walk. Is it easy to walk, because the legs are big!

I was once the heiress to the Solomon empire, but after it crumbled, I became the "charity case" ward of the wealthy Hyde family. For years, I lived in their shadows, clinging to the promise that Anson Hyde would always be my protector. That promise shattered when Anson walked into the ballroom with Claudine Chapman on his arm. Claudine was the girl who had spent years making my life a living hell, and now Anson was announcing their engagement to the world. The humiliation was instant. Guests sneered at my cheap dress, and a waiter intentionally sloshed champagne over me, knowing I was a nobody. Anson didn't even look my way; he was too busy whispering possessively to his new fiancée. I was a ghost in my own home, watching my protector celebrate with my tormentor. The betrayal burned. I realized I wasn't a ward; I was a pawn Anson had kept on a shelf until he found a better trade. I had no money, no allies, and a legal trust fund that Anson controlled with a flick of his wrist. Fleeing to the library, I stumbled into Dallas Koch-a titan of industry and my best friend's father. He was a wall of cold, absolute power that even the Hydes feared. "Marry me," I blurted out, desperate to find a shield Anson couldn't climb. Dallas didn't laugh. He pulled out a marriage agreement and a heavy fountain pen. "Sign," he commanded, his voice a low rumble. "But if you walk out that door with me, you never go back." I signed my name, trading my life for the only man dangerous enough to keep me safe.

Lillian woke in a werecreature universe as a total loser. Good news was that women ruled here and could take multiple mates, yet she still ended up as the one everyone looked down on. Compared to her talented sister at every turn, she watched her first match get stolen and her next four mates reject her without mercy. The first mate was the King of Succubine himself. On their very first meeting, he warned Lillian that he was only staying long enough to recover from his injuries-and that there could never be anything between them. The second mate was a merman. He took one look at her and said he had no interest in a loser like her, tossing her some cash so she could break off their bond herself. The third mate was the progenitor vampire-over a thousand years old. He admitted to admiring her sister instead and made it clear he had no interest in a layabout like Lillian. Lillian cut every bond and chose her own path instead. But as she rose higher and higher, those same men returned, full of regret and begging her to look at them again. The fourth mate was a werewolf Lillian had rescued from an underground fighting ring. She thought he might actually stay-until he revealed himself as royalty. And of course, he wanted to break their bond for more power.

As I lay on the floor of our manor, bleeding out from a ruptured ectopic pregnancy, I used my last ounce of strength to call my husband, Cole. I begged him for help, my vision blurring. But the only thing I heard was the clinking of champagne glasses and his mistress's giggle in the background. "Stop the drama, June," Cole snapped, his voice cold. "We're about to go on stage. Don't call again." He hung up, leaving me to die alone on the Persian rug while he accepted an award with another woman on his arm. I woke up in the hospital days later. My baby was gone. They had removed my fallopian tube. Cole finally arrived, smelling of expensive scotch and his mistress's perfume. He didn't hug me. He didn't cry. Instead, he leaned over my hospital bed, pressing his knee into the mattress until my fresh stitches tore open and bled. "You embarrassed me by calling an ambulance," he hissed. "My mistress, Alycia, says you're faking it. Clean yourself up." He left me bleeding again to go announce a $10 million donation to Alycia's "groundbreaking" medical research. I stared at the TV screen, numb. The research Alycia was taking credit for? It was mine. I wrote that patent years ago under a pseudonym. They thought I was just a poor, orphan housewife who needed Cole's money to survive. They had no idea I was actually a billionaire scientist hiding my identity. I pulled the IV needle out of my arm. A drop of blood fell onto the divorce papers I had been hiding. I didn't wipe it off. I signed my name right over it. Then I walked into the bank, reactivated my dormant account with $128 million, and bought the penthouse directly overlooking Cole's house. The mourning widow is dead. The avenger is born.

I was an intern nurse working exhausting shifts, yet my mother constantly forced me into blind dates with wealthy, arrogant men to secure our family's social standing. During a terrifying hospital lockdown, an assassin disguised as a doctor held a scalpel to my throat. I was almost killed, but a high-ranking military colonel threw his own body down a flight of concrete stairs to shield me. I survived with cuts and bruises, but when I went home, my mother didn't care about my near-death experience. She was only furious that I had rushed out on my blind date with Preston, a rich financial analyst. She forced me to meet him to apologize. When Preston grabbed my arm, bruised me, and mocked my attack as a pathetic lie, my mother still took his side. "Men get angry," she told me coldly. "It's your job not to provoke them. You will beg for his forgiveness, or you are no longer welcome in this house." I had narrowly escaped an assassin, yet my own family was willing to feed me to a monster just for a fat paycheck and neighborhood gossip. My heart went completely dead. So, when the intimidating Colonel appeared, offering me maximum military protection through a sudden marriage, I didn't hesitate. I walked back into my parents' house and calmly slapped a crisp marriage certificate onto the coffee table. "I won't be apologizing to Preston. I got married today."

Her sister is marrying her ex. So she brings her best friend as her fake fiancé. What could possibly go wrong? Savannah Hart thought she was over Dean Archer-until her sister, Chloe announces she's marrying him. The same man Savannah never stopped loving. The man who left her heartbroken... and now belongs to her sister. A weeklong wedding in New Hope. One mansion full of guests. And a very bitter maid of honor. To survive it, Savannah brings a date-her charming, clean-cut best friend, Roman Blackwood. The one man who's always had her back. He owes her a favor, and pretending to be her fiancé? Easy. Until fake kisses start to feel real. Now Savannah's torn between keeping up the act... or risking everything for the one man she was never supposed to fall for.

I woke up on silk sheets that smelled of expensive cedar and cold sandalwood, a world away from my cramped apartment in Brooklyn. Beside me lay Ezra Gardner-my boss, the billionaire CEO of Gardner Holdings, and the man who could end my career with a snap of his fingers. He didn't offer an apology for the night before; instead, he looked at me with terrifying clarity and proposed a cold, calculated business arrangement. "Marriage. It stabilizes the board and solves the PR crisis before it begins." He dressed me in archival Chanel and sent me home in his Maybach, but my life was already falling apart. My boyfriend, Irving, claimed he had passed out early, yet his location data placed him at my best friend's apartment until three in the morning. When I tried to run, I realized Ezra was already ten steps ahead, tracking my movements and uncovering the secret I'd spent twenty years hiding: my connection to the powerful Senator Grimes. I was trapped between a CEO who treated me like a line item on a quarterly report and a boyfriend who had been using me while sleeping with my closest friend. I felt like a pawn in a game I didn't understand, wondering why a man like Ezra would walk up forty flights of stairs on a broken leg just to make sure I was safe. "Showtime, Mrs. Gardner." Standing on the red carpet in a gown that cost more than my life, I watched my cheating ex-boyfriend's face turn pale as Ezra claimed me in front of the world. I wasn't just an assistant anymore; I was a weapon, and it was time to burn their world down.

Kayla stood outside the CEO suite, holding a custom suit for her fiancé, Brennon. They had spent seven years building a tech company from a freezing garage into a billion-dollar empire. But through the cracked door, she heard the breathy laugh of Evelin, the newly hired director. Then came Brennon's low, careless voice. "The wedding's a PR milestone for the IPO, nothing more." Kayla's blood turned to ice. "She's comfortable. Makes sense on paper," Brennon continued. "But you, Evelin. You understand ambition." The betrayal hit her like a physical blow. She had written the core code that made him a billionaire. She had stayed up until 4 AM debugging while he slept on a futon. Now, he was mocking their relationship to his mistress and handing over her life's work to a woman who couldn't even read a data log. Seven years of loyalty, reduced to a PR stunt. She didn't cry. Instead, a cold, violent clarity washed over her. Why should she let him keep the crown she forged? Without a word, she pulled the three-carat diamond off her finger and dropped it into her bag. She walked out of the building, drafted her resignation, and accepted a VP position at his biggest Wall Street rival. It was time to show Brennon what happened when the real genius behind his empire decided to tear it down.

I sat on the edge of the examination table, the crinkle of the sanitary paper sounding like thunder in the sterile room. The doctor didn't even look at me as he confirmed the news: the pregnancy was over. My husband, Keyon, didn't answer my call. He just sent an automated text: "In a meeting." When I returned to our cold mansion, I found his iPad glowing with a message from his "muse," Katina. He was throwing her a secret gala tonight-on our third wedding anniversary. He told her he couldn't wait to escape the "boring" and "draining" atmosphere I created at home. Keyon didn't stumble in until 3 AM, smelling of Katina's perfume with a smear of red on his collar. When I handed him the divorce papers, he laughed in my face. He called me a "glorified housekeeper" with no skills and no future, promising I'd be back in three days begging for a subway ticket. He even bet his friends ten thousand dollars that I wouldn't survive a week without his name. He had his assistant cancel my credit cards and block my gate access before I even reached the end of the driveway. He wanted me to starve. He wanted me to crawl. He sat in his office, mocking the "desperate" woman who pawned her three-million-dollar wedding ring for scrap metal just to pay for a meal. I stood on the rainy curb, watching the man I had protected for three years treat my life like trash. He didn't know about the ultrasound I just threw in the bin. He didn't know that while he was calling me "dull," I was the one secretly writing the code that kept his billion-dollar empire from collapsing. As I slid into a cheap Uber, I opened a hidden, encrypted app on my phone. The screen refreshed to a dashboard for an account Keyon didn't know existed. The balance was ten figures long-the accumulated wealth of "Solaris," the world's most elusive tech genius. Keyon thinks he just evicted a parasite, but he's about to find out he just declared war on the only person who can hit "delete" on his entire life.

I skipped my final lab review in Geneva and endured a fourteen-hour flight to surprise my husband for our fourth wedding anniversary. Instead, looking through the window of our beachfront estate, I saw him playing the perfect, loving father to a "tragic widow's" daughter, kissing the widow with practiced, casual intimacy. Fleeing in pure panic, I got into a horrific car crash. Waking up in the VIP hospital room, I kept my eyes shut and heard my husband talking to his best friend right beside my bed. "She's just a party girl who knows how to swipe a black card. I only play the part because I need her father's proxy vote for the IPO." "Every time I have to touch her in bed, it feels like a corporate obligation. It makes me sick." Later, even my own father demanded I step down from my company role and publicly welcome the mistress, just to protect the family's investment in the upcoming ten-billion-dollar IPO. Four years of marriage and quiet humiliations, all reduced to a calculated lie. They all thought I was just a brainless, hysterical socialite who could be easily manipulated and discarded. They didn't know that the core anti-aging algorithm his entire empire relied on was secretly built by me. I calmly pulled out my phone and texted my divorce lawyer. "I want him bankrupt. On the day his company rings the bell, I am going to burn his entire life to the ground."

Aurora woke up to the sterile chill of her king-sized bed in Sterling Thorne's penthouse. Today was the day her husband would finally throw her out like garbage. Sterling walked in, tossed divorce papers at her, and demanded her signature, eager to announce his "eligible bachelor" status to the world. In her past life, the sight of those papers had broken her, leaving her begging for a second chance. Sterling's sneering voice, calling her a "trailer park girl" undeserving of his name, had once cut deeper than any blade. He had always used her humble beginnings to keep her small, to make her grateful for the crumbs of his attention. She had lived a gilded cage, believing she was nothing without him, until her life flatlined in a hospital bed, watching him give a press conference about his "grief." But this time, she felt no sting, no tears. Only a cold, clear understanding of the mediocre man who stood on a pedestal she had painstakingly built with her own genius. Aurora signed the papers, her name a declaration of independence. She grabbed her old, phoenix-stickered laptop, ready to walk out. Sterling Thorne was about to find out exactly how expensive "free" could be.