My Hottie Dad; Can't Help Falling For Him

“Congratulations, Leilani Hernandez. You're qualified to be my bride for the next three months. So, come forward, and let's have the deal signed,” ——— She's very pretty with charms and grace to make any man submit to her will. However, one cannot be blessed with all the good qualities of life. Very pretty Leilani Hernandez was ill-mannered and this deterred her from getting a lasting job. She had a duty to take care of her crippled brother, but she was out of work and her brother's health was deteriorating. Nelson Carter is thirty years old. A billionaire who is as cold as ice. Perfectly built body and devilishly attractive. Nelson believed in a few things in life. Love and getting married weren't any of those things, but his Aunt—the only family he had left wanted him to get married and he was left with no choice but to please her. Since he wasn't romantically involved with any woman at that time, organizing an interview to select the best bride for him was the only idea he could muster up after a long thought. What happens when the man Leilani lashed out at on her way to her new job interview that morning turns out to be the head interviewer? He wasn't interested at first, but her fierceness grabbed his attention. Nelson picked out Leilani amidst the hundreds of women who wanted to be his bride. But he had his intentions in his mind— to break her wings, ruin her and make her pay for her rudeness towards him. Leilani knew she was doomed when Nelson stepped right in front of her with a sly smile playing on his lips. Her brother was sick and she was determined to do all it took to save his life. So will she agree?

She stood nervously opposite his brown delinquent eyes. His sturdy was crouching above her, his hands were put on both sides of the rail, giving her no space to move as her eyes locked with his. The more he leaned closer, the more her heart heaved violently. She nibbled at her lower lip, no matter how hard she tried to avoid him, he's always coming back. “Why do you keep chasing after me?” She asked quietly, struggling to sustain her composure. She seems to lose her breath at just his sight. Just as expected, he didn't say a word as his cold eyes persists to linger on her face, “Do you like me?” She further raised a question, neglecting the indifference on his countenance. This time, he tuts as he picked a strand of hair at her ear, twiddling at his fingertips. “Don't you think like is a big word, Tinkerbell?” He whispered, leaning close, so she could feel him. However, his eyes were still dim and empty, devoid of emotion. She discreetly gulped, not knowing what could be running through his head. “It's natural Snow White, it just occurred to me that you're the first female I acknowledged as a lady” *** She's the good girl. She's no different from a boring introvert, a reserved lady who spoke little. She didn't attain a mutual relationship with her family. Over time, she fell in love with a man who wasn't out of her league. But this man broke her and left her shattered, which made her hate herself. Just when she was picking up her broken self, Zachary Gonzalez walked into her life with his mysteries.

“For heaven’s sake, mum, I'm just Twenty-one. I'm tired of this marriage stuff.” She reminded plainly, tears welling up in her eyes. Her mother only stared at the water rolling down her cheeks, sympathetically. But she had no choice but to get her only daughter married again. Flora, a very young and pretty lady, has been forced into an early marriage. Her husband passed away a year after their marriage, and she became a widow. Again, she was forced into another marriage. She was pained, she was troubled, why she? Why was her mother bent on ruining her life? She was just a young girl who wanted to explore and enjoy life. To escape getting married again, she fled. On that night, she met with a dangerous looking guy. She was afraid, but she preferred the dangerous looking guy rather than to be married again. Zayn, a nice looking young man, but a notorious gangster was out on that night, he almost knocked the person down with his car, he became so furious when the person was not getting out of his way. He got down from his car and discovered it was a lady, a lady dressed in black outfit, a lady who looks so timid and innocent; a lady who pleaded to him earnestly to save her. Would he save the lady? Would Flora get a help? And why was her mom bent on getting her married over and over again?

Kiara, an alluring young lady was a big time slut. That was her only speciality. She was given birth to by a prostitute and was also brought up by a prostitute. Don't get it twisted, they were two different women. So you wouldn't blame her, would you? It runs in the blood. As a prostitute that she was, she was not meant to love but what happens when she fell for a player? •••••••••••• Alexander, the heir and only successor to Alexander group of companies. His companies were well known and highly acknowledged in the whole Texas. In spite of how young Alexander was, all his employees feared him. He was so rude and sensitive. He gives absolutely no damn about anyone- well, maybe except one person though; His grandma- his weakness. And maybe his best friend as well; Mack. Alexander was a handsome young man, a big time player; who screwed ladies with no strings attached. He was forced to get married at his young age in order to get rid his wayward attitude, but as a player that he was, would he agree easily? And what happens when a player incredulously acknowledged a slut?

Audrey and Aaron were both suffering from same ailment which is totally obstructing them to view the other beautiful part of life. Audrey, a brave and confident pretty lady detest guys so much, she gives no room for interaction with them for she believes they are all the same; men are scum. Aaron, an easy going but cute and handsome guy, on the other side also despise girls badly, girls would always wanted to talk him but he would only snubbed them; he strongly believes women are all the same, they didn't worth to be seen around men, women are betrayal. What will it takes before this two strong hearted would softened? Watch as Truth or Dare game turned everything around. It's a highschool story, you wouldn't afford to miss it.

Tamara Wesley was a 21 years old girl that works in a coffee shop, she has a dream of meeting her favourite celebrity. On a very good day, she ran into Rodney Shaw in the middle of the road but to her utmost surprise, the reaction Rodney gave her wasn't what she expected . Tamara as a young girl has suffered a lot in the hands of her supposed Dad. On her way home after work one day, she saw a poster of Rodney, while looking at it she bumped into a guy Jason, and accidentally smashed his phone. Jason was really furious at her and asked her to pay a price by becoming his personal maid since she couldn't afford to repair the phone. On the long run, Jason asked Tamara to accompany him to Rodney's show. At the show, Rodney and Tamara met again for the second time. However, Rodney and Jason are step brothers but it's quite unknown to the world because they really detest each other. At the long run, both brothers discovered they're in love with Tamara.

Janice, the long-forgotten legitimate heiress, made her way back to her family, pouring her heart into winning their hearts. Yet, she had to relinquish her very identity, her academic credentials, and her creative works to her foster sister. In return for her sacrifices, she found no warmth, only deeper neglect. Resolute, Janice vowed to cut off all emotional bonds. Transformed, she now stood as a master of martial arts, adept in eight languages, an esteemed medical expert, and a celebrated designer. With newfound resolve, she declared, "From this day forward, no one in this family shall cross me."

"You're a creepy bastard." His eyes smolder me and his answering grin is nothing short of beautiful. Deadly. "Yet you hunger for me. Tell me, this appetite of yours, does it always tend toward 'creepy bastards'?" **** Widower and ex-boss to the Mafia, Zefiro Della Rocca, has an unhealthy fixation on the woman nextdoor. It began as a coincidence, growing into mere curiosity, and soon, it was an itch he couldn't ignore, like a quick fix of crack for an addict. He didn't know her name, but he knew every inch of her skin, how it flushed when she climaxed, her favourite novel and that every night she contemplated suicide. He didn't want to care, despising his rapt fascination of the woman. She was in love with her abusive husband. She was married, bound by a contract to the Bratva's hitman. She was off-limits. But when Zefiro wanted something, it was with an intensity that bordered on madness. He obsessed, possessed, owned. There'd be bloodshed if he touched her, but the sight of blood always did fascinate him. * When Susanna flees from her husband, she stumbles right into the arms of her devilishly handsome neighbour with a brooding glare. He couldn't stand her, but she needed him, if she was ever going to escape her husband who now wanted her dead. Better the devil you know than the angel you don't. She should have recalled that before hopping into Zefiro's car and letting him whisk her away to Italy. Maybe then, she wouldn't have started an affair with him. He was the only man who touched her right, and the crazy man took no small pains in ensuring he would be the last.

To the public, Arabella was Owen's trusty secretary who catered to all his needs and served as the primary blood donor of his beloved, who was in a coma. Behind closed doors, she was Owen's submissive wife. Arabella was quiet and obedient, and she endured every humiliation without a word of protest. Rumored to be a neat freak, Owen had tossed the last woman who had dared to kiss him into the river. Yet he pinned Arabella against the wall and demanded, "Give me a child, and I’ll let you go!" Arabella pushed him away and flashed him a cold smile. "You are not worthy!"

We've been married for three years, but I've never truly had his love. When his childhood sweetheart returned, just as promised, all I was met with were the cold, glaring divorce papers. "If I were carrying our child, would you still choose to divorce?" I asked, holding onto the faintest glimmer of hope, making one last desperate plea. His response, as expected, was just as cold as ever. "Yes." I closed my eyes, choking back tears, and finally chose to let go-to honor his decision. Years later, my heart had turned to ash. Lying in a hospital bed, I trembled as I signed the divorce papers. "Alexander, from this moment on, we owe each other nothing..." What I never saw coming was the ruthless, decisive CEO kneeling at my bedside, his voice hoarse, almost broken, as he pleaded, "Vivienne, don't divorce me... please."

Due to the plight of her family, Phoebe had no choice but to embark on the path of selling herself. In an accident, she had a tangled night with Alexander. Everything began to derail, and even if she fled to the ends of the earth, she would still be found by him and entangled... *** Phoebe screamed in frustration, "What do you want from me?" What was this supposed to be? He raised an eyebrow wickedly. "What do I want? You'll find out soon enough." With that, he hoisted her up and carried her back into the office. The door slammed shut with a kick, and he cleared the desk with a sweep of his arm before laying her down on it, his body pinning hers in place, completely trapping her in his grasp. Every cell in his body was telling him he wanted her. He wanted to claim her again. This time, there would be no escape for her-he wouldn't let her slip away. Never again. If he had suffered for five years, then this woman wouldn't get off easily either!

"Never let anyone treat you like shit!" I learned that the hard way. For three years, I lived with my in-laws. They didn't treat me as their son-in-law but as a slave. I put up with everything because of my wife, Yolanda Lambert. She was the light of my life. Unfortunately, my whole world came crashing down the day I caught my wife cheating on me. I have never been so heartbroken. To have my revenge, I revealed my true identity. I was none other than Liam Hoffman—the heir of a family with trillions of dollars in assets! The Lamberts were utterly shocked after the big reveal. They realized what fools they had been for treating me like trash. My wife even knelt down and begged for my forgiveness. What do you think I did? Did I take her back or made her suffer? Find out!