Sophia's calm and measured life changes when she listens to the advice of a friend and decides to go on a blind date. One mistake. One misunderstanding. One deal. And, two strangers become husband and wife.
Sophia's calm and measured life changes when she listens to the advice of a friend and decides to go on a blind date. One mistake. One misunderstanding. One deal. And, two strangers become husband and wife.
"Sof, come here," a friend shouted through the cafeteria. I have an offer for you that you can't refuse - that's why? She screams, and I'm ashamed. Probably because the proposal is for me, and in my direction already went oblique glances.
Anh, why scream like that? Now the whole office will discuss what kind of offer this is that cannot be refused.
Sofia , you need to be bolder, how are you going to manage the department, if you are so afraid of rumors? Without hiding her sarcasm, Anka asked with a smile. If another one is appointed.
"So, get rid of bad thoughts quickly," I forgot to mention, my only friend is a complete optimist. You've been working on this company like a donkey for five years. Only thanks to you, this company earns millions a year. And, if you're not in the position, I'm scared all over the city. No, there is no one worthy in the whole country.
I hope that our Leonid Nikolaevich adheres to the same opinion, I really hope.
"You just need to be a little more confident and brave," Anka declared with clenching her fists with a heroic look. Zina came to the Boss last year and said that she would resign if her salary was not raised.
"So she has been working here for fifteen years, since the very foundation of the company," I weakly objected.
For fifteen years, she wipes chairs in the office with her big ass and always saws her nails, and you are a highly qualified specialist. Okay, let's not talk about that yet. I am one hundred percent sure that this position will be yours. Ah, now to my suggestion. Do you remember Dima, don't you?
Your boyfriend? Just in case, I clarified, or else a little.
"Yes, he is the one," Anya nodded with half a sausage sandwich in her mouth. So, he has a friend.
Ahh, are you for the old again? Sometimes I have the feeling that my personal life worries Anka more than I do. I don't have time to go on dates, and if I also get a position, then there will be even less time.
- Maybe then, well, it's a raise? - I'm sure Anya would have given up the post if it had affected her personal life. - Okay, don't look at me like that! I'm kidding. And yet, think about dating. Yura is a great guy. Thirty-two, he was not married, no children, has his own apartment, and recently took a car. On credit, true, but a good foreign car. And, as he cooks, fingers licked. Recently, my Dima set such a table for his birthday, delicious.
If he's so good, why is he not married at thirty-two? Usually they are sorted out in school.
You're also good, and also very correct and economical. Such people usually either get married immediately after school, or wait until they finish university. But you're twenty-six, and you weren't married, you have no children. I have a job , of course, an excuse.
I sincerely want to create a family and a child, but sometimes it seems to me that I have some kind of crown of celibacy on me. Or maybe my self-esteem is to blame for six years of mismatch. In my entire life, I have truly loved only once, but not mutually. I was fat in my youth, but like in my youth until I was twenty-three, and he didn't like those.
I was a fool in love, I was sure that I could get reciprocity from him, but no. I was on diets. To no avail, only then I gained more, played sports. I even ran with him, once. The truth lagged behind him at the beginning of the journey, and he did not wait, completed the run and went home. And then I went home for another forty minutes.
And, even when he kissed my girlfriend (was at the time) in front of me, I believed I could get his love.
"Work will not hug you at night, and does not go to get medicine when you get sick," the friend righteously stated with a quote from VKontakte. Yes, and your work won't make you a child.
Our pointless argument would have continued for a very long time, but at the moment when I wanted to express my opinion on this matter, an agitated Zina Lvovna ran into the cafeteria.
"They announced," she shouted, panting. Our Lerochka... No, now Valeria Dmitrievna has become the new head of the department.
Leroy? I couldn't believe it. She's only been in the company for six months.
And, straight to the bosses?
Anya is right for me and, indeed, I need to become braver. For one second, it seemed to me that my blood in my veins boiled with anger. With this attitude, I immediately went to the principal's office.
She opened the door and didn't even knock.
It was definitely not me, but some demon took possession of my body. At least that's what I thought at that point.
Leonid Nikolaevich...
My boss is a deeply married man, fifty-five years old. A small belly, a bald spot on the back of the head - in general, nothing special, an ordinary average man.
"Sophia, I just remembered you," did I recall? Isn't that a good thing? Or is it? - Most likely, do you already know that Valeria Dmitrievna has been appointed to the post of head of the communications department? She didn't interact much with him before, so I instruct you to keep her up to date.
Leonid Nikolaevich when I finally had the courage to say everything I think about my boss and Lerochka, only one word "MORTGAGE" arose in my head.
"I will not remain in debt," the boss said, misunderstood me. At the end of the month I will write you a bonus.
"Okay," the memories of the two million I have yet to pay quickly dampened all my agility. And I had to take a two-piece. And if I quit now, how much will I have to look for a new job. Yes, and let me be an ordinary employee, but the salary here is decent. I'll go and get ready.
"Go," the boss waved his hand.
An agitated Anka was waiting for me at the door of the office.
Sof, you what? So quickly ran away? It's nice that there's one person who cares about me. You didn't say stupid things, did you? Or is the position yours? A friend asked hopefully. I just shook my head softly. Fired? Yeah, I'm kidding, Dima just has two seats in the secretariat of his company. Now I will say everything to this Moron Nikolaevich, and then together we will go to the secretaries. The salary is less, but nothing is enough for the first time.
Quietly you or from such screams, Anka will be fired faster than me. Not fired, but not promoted either. Everything is in the same place. Ahh! I thought, I agree to go on a date with Yura, maybe he really has no luck in his career, he will be lucky in love!
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Brenna lived with her adoptive parents for twenty years, enduring their exploitation. When their real daughter appeared, they sent Brenna back to her true parents, thinking they were broke. In reality, her birth parents belonged to a top circle that her adoptive family could never reach. Hoping Brenna would fail, they gasped at her status: a global finance expert, a gifted engineer, the fastest racer... Was there any end to the identities she kept hidden? After her fiancé ended their engagement, Brenna met his twin brother. Unexpectedly, her ex-fiancé showed up, confessing his love...
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.
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.
The roasted lamb was cold, a reflection of her marriage. On their third anniversary, Evelyn Vance waited alone in her Manhattan penthouse. Then her phone buzzed: Alexander, her husband, had been spotted leaving the hospital, holding his childhood sweetheart Scarlett Sharp's hand. Alexander arrived hours later, dismissing Evelyn's quiet complaint with a cold reminder: she was Mrs. Vance, not a victim. Her mother's demands reinforced this role, making Evelyn, a brilliant mind, feel like a ghost. A dangerous indifference replaced betrayal. The debt was paid; now, it was her turn. She drafted a divorce settlement, waiving everything. As Alexander's tender voice drifted from his study, speaking to Scarlett, Evelyn placed her wedding ring on his pillow, moved to the guest suite, and locked the door. The dull wife was gone; the Oracle was back.
Elliana, the unfavored "ugly duckling" of her family, was humiliated by her stepsister, Paige, who everyone admired. Paige, engaged to the CEO Cole, was the perfect woman-until Cole married Elliana on the day of the wedding. Shocked, everyone wondered why he chose the "ugly" woman. As they waited for her to be cast aside, Elliana stunned everyone by revealing her true identity: a miracle healer, financial mogul, appraisal prodigy, and AI genius. When her mistreatment became known, Cole revealed Elliana's stunning, makeup-free photo, sending shockwaves through the media. "My wife doesn't need anyone's approval."
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