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Multimillionaire Mark Molt leads a double life between his wife and his mistress. When both worlds collide, Mark is left to choose. Will he make the right choice when both women bare his children? Only one woman is left standing while the other is Cheated by the CEO.
* Best CEO ever, Mark Molt!!! *
*clap, clap, clap*
Everyone applauded as Mark stood in the centre of the law firm. He smiled from ear to ear, showing of his deep dimples. He was every girls dream guy, but he was also a married man with kids. The ultimate party animal. With hair so black and sleek and a well chiseled face, he could be called God's gift to women. His eyes so blue like the deepest ocean and lips that invited you in, woman had to fight the urge that he is a happily married man. The only motivation they had to remind them was the white gold band on his ring finger. He sipped his whiskey that his best friend, Charlie handed him as he looked around the room. Everyone was stunning, including the ugly duckling of the firm, Jessica Brown.
As a joke, they gave her a gift box to hand him. She walked through the crowd stumbling in her heels. This was not her usual get up. She usually had her hair up in a messy bun, formal baggy pants, long bulky sweaters and pumos but today she looked like a minx.
As she reached closer towards him, a foot stuck out and she stumbled across the floor almost throwing herself at him.
Mark expertly grabbed her in his arms as her hair brushed his face. Jessica looked up at him, embarrassed. Her white cheeks now red as a tomato. The gift she was carrying dropped onto the floor and opened up revealing a leopard print male thong and handcuffs.
Everyone roared in laughter as Charlie picked up the items in the air for everyone to see. Mark knew this was a joke. His office staff always preyed on the weak and unfortunately for the last 6 months it was Jessica.
Jessica looked at the items and then at Mark, a single tear slipped her eye as she dashed to the bathroom stumbling along the way.
Before she reached the bathroom, the heel on ther red stiletto gave in and she fell onto the hard tiled floor.
* crack*
Her ankle twisted and she laid sprawled on the floor. The pain radiated up her calf as she tried to sit up.
A large set of hands picked her up swiftly and placed her on a nearby chair. She looked into the deep blue eyes of her saviour. His face was in a frown," why on earth would you be wearing a shoe you can't walk in, let alone run in?".
Jessica stared at him blankly, she was in so much pain her brain could not process the words coming out of his mouth. He straightened her leg.
"Ouch", Jessica cried.
Mark ran his hand over her ankle and asked her to wiggle her toes, " seems like nothing is broken, just a minor sprain".
He called Charlie and asked him to take her to the hospital and thereafter to her home to rest.
" Please recover, your health is important" Mark said as he turned around and headed back to the party.
Jessica's heart warmed at his concern which was short lived. Charlie steadied her on her feet and swung her arm around his neck forcing her to hop on her right leg to the elevator. He was annoyed. He would be missing the party because of this ugly fugly duckling.
He took her to the Emergency room at Winston private hospital. " What's yout husbands number", he asked rolling his eyes. Jessica called out the numbers as he dailed.
After two rings the call was picked up.
" Hello, is this Mr Brown?, it's Jessica's managing supervisor at work. Please can you fetch your wife from Winston private hospital, she has a sprained ankle".
" And so what must I do, she shouldn't have even been at that party in the first damn place. After hours, shaking her damn ass at work while I'm watching our daughter............. It's not my problem" Simon Brown shouted through the phone before hanging up.
Jessica could tell by the look on Charlie's face that the conversation did not go well. She knew her husband was a good for damn nothing, but that was her everyday life. Charlie looked at her with pity, " guess I will be dropping you at home fugly".
Jessica hung her head in shame. This was her third job in one year. She always tried to hide her situation but it always became the reason behind her resignations, which were one too many.
She felt she could never make it on her own as a single parent so she just stayed with him. She played with her fingers for as she decided to submit her resignation.
Charlie waited in the waiting area as the doctor tended to her swollen foot, gently wrapping it in a crepe bandage and giving her a pethedine injection.
The nurse called Charlie in,"Sir, your wife has just been given a strong painkiller and may be disoriented and drowsy for a while. She requires lots of bed rest. You can take her home".
Charlie did not correct the nurse," He is definitely not her husband" he thought to himself. He looked at her drowsy face and his heart sank just thinking about her situation.
He wanted to help. She maybe the office ugly duckling, but she is a person after all. His conscious got the better of him. As he drove her home he wracked his brains trying to think of ways to help her.
After twenty long silent minutes he pulled into her driveway. It was a rund down building. His face was wrinkled with worry, as he looked at the shabby blocks of flats. This was a nice area ane this building stuck out like a sore thumb.
He gently lifted a sleepy Jessica and carried her to her apartment.
After the conversation he had with Simon, he knew that this would not go well. He stood at the door gathering his courage. This was not what he signed up for.
Kaelyn devoted three years tending to her husband after a terrible accident. But once he was fully recovered, he cast her aside and brought his first love back from abroad. Devastated, Kaelyn decided on a divorce as people mocked her for being discarded. She went on to reinvent herself, becoming a highly sought-after doctor, a champion racer, and an internationally renowned architectural designer. Even then, the traitors sneered in disdain, believing Kaelyn would never find someone. But then the ex-husband’s uncle, a powerful warlord, returned with his army to ask for Kaelyn’s hand in marriage.
"Sign the divorce papers and get out!" Leanna got married to pay a debt, but she was betrayed by her husband and shunned by her in-laws. Seeing that her efforts were in vain, she agreed to divorce and claimed her half of the properties. With her purse plump from the settlement, Leanna enjoyed her newfound freedom. The constant harassment from her ex's mistress never fazed her. She took back her identities as top hacker, champion racer, medical professor, and renowned jewelry designer. Then someone discovered her secret. Matthew smiled. "Will you have me as your next husband?"
Lucien Gray, the young and powerful head of an international consortium, has always had everything within his reach-wealth, influence, and any woman he desires. But when the unassuming Nina Morrison crosses his path, something unexpected happens. She doesn't fall at his feet, nor does she seem impressed by his status. Her indifference sparks an irresistible challenge in Lucien-a desire to conquer her at all costs. Determined to make Nina his, Lucien's pursuit becomes relentless. But Nina's fiery spirit and refusal to be controlled push Lucien to his limits. With every struggle and defiance, the tension between them grows, threatening to shatter the boundaries Lucien has always maintained. Now Lucien vows to claim her as his own. Will Lucien's obsession break Nina's spirit, or will she force him to confront his deepest vulnerabilities? In a game of power and desire, who will win-and at what cost?
Lindsey's fiancé was the devil's first son. Not only did he lie to her but he also slept with her stepmother, conspired to take away her family fortune, and then set her up to have sex with a total stranger. To get her lick back, Lindsey decided to find a man to disrupt her engagement party and humiliate the cheating bastard. Never did she imagine that she would bump into a strikingly handsome stranger who was all that she was currently looking for. At the engagement party, he boldly declared that she was his woman. Lindsey thought he was just a broke man who wanted to leech off her. But once they began their fake relationship, she realized that good luck kept coming her way. She thought they would part ways after the engagement party, but this man kept to her side. "We gotta stick together, Lindsey. Remember, I'm now your fiancé. " "Domenic, you're with me because of my money, aren't you?" Lindsey asked, narrowing her eyes at him. Domenic was taken aback by that accusation. How could he, the heir of the Walsh family and CEO of Vitality Group, be with her for money? He controlled more than half of the city's economy. Money wasn't a problem for him! The two got closer and closer. One day, Lindsey finally realized that Domenic was actually the stranger she had slept with months ago. Would this realization change things between them? For the better or worse?
"Carroll Brown is dead! But you have to marry him in your sister's name." My mother said to me in a cold tone. My sister was engaged to the hottest billionaire. It should have been a perfect marriage. Unexpectedly, Carroll was dead in an accident. My sister didn't want to become a widow, so she forced me to marry her dead fiance. And I had no right to refuse her. Actually, I was the biological daughter of the Smith family. My sister was an adoptive one. My sister and I had been swapped at the hospital when we were just born. My parents had already had a deep relationship with her. So they chose to sacrifice me. On the wedding day, I was taken to the mourning hall. "Ma'am, please keep Master company and let him feel warm." The housekeeper said with a cold expression. I couldn't help but look up at the portrait above the coffin, and my heart skipped a beat at this glance. The man in the portrait was more handsome than the superstars in Hollywood. Carroll Brown? My dead husband? Wow, he was really handsome! I didn't know how long had passed when my stomach began to rebel. After one glance at the coffin, I swallowed my saliva and then begged with my fingers crossed. "Mr. Carroll, I'm starving! May I eat your pastries? You don't mind, do you?" "I do." "Ah!" Scared, I broke out in a cold sweat. My legs went limp, and I fell to the ground. I shouted, "Ghost!" Carroll curled his lips, leaned over, and touched the black coffin. "Mr. Carroll has risen from the dead. What do you think of this headline tomorrow?"
Life was perfect until she met her boyfriend's big brother. There was a forbidden law in the Night Shade Pack that if the head Alpha rejected his mate, he would be stripped of his position. Sophia's life would get connected with the law. She was an Omega who was dating the head Alpha's younger brother. Bryan Morrison, the head Alpha, was not only a cold-blooded man but also a charming business tycoon. His name was enough to cause other packs to tremble. He was known as a ruthless man. What if, by some twist of destiny, Sophia's path were to intertwine with his?