ENEMIES TO LOVERS – AGE GAP (10 YEARS) – FORCED COEXISTENCE – PCD REPRESENTATIVITY – HOT SCENES "She didn't represent anything he wanted, but she was everything he obsessively desired." Michael Swartz is the richest banker in the country. A handsome, seductive, intelligent and well-connected man. At 33 years old, he has immeasurable wealth, high prestige and numerous women. Until a twist hits him like a wind hitting a house of cards. Counting on the help of the only woman who seems immune to his charm, Michael will need to adapt to the new reality or, otherwise, succumb to it. "My Arrogant Banker" is an intense adult romance, with explicit hot scenes. Indicative rating: 18 years old. PROLOGUE - "A Small Final Affront" MICHAEL SWARTZ The pungent smell of candles mixed with the cloying perfume of flowers grew more unpleasant by the minute. It was almost unbearable, and I couldn't wait to leave. But it had a good side. In the background, a soft voice filled the room, chanting "Insensatez" to my complete delight. I had handpicked the soundtrack for the wake. He hated Bossa Nova because he considered the style "too popular". That was the fun... That room playing only Tom Jobim, João Gilberto and Toquinho was a small final affront. Oh, why were you so weak? So heartless? Ah, my heart, whoever has never loved Does not deserve to be loved - My condolences. - Thank you - I replied for the hundredth time. Or thousandth? I lost count of how many times the simple dialogue was repeated that gray afternoon, with one variation or another. - My feelings. - Thanks. - Your father was a good man. Worthy. Exemplary. - Thanks. My mother had left many years before, causing everyone to come directly to me to offer condolences. The eldest son of the late banker Abraão Swartz. The luxurious coffin hovered like a tourist attraction in the adjacent hall, with hundreds of crestfallen people passing by it, amid prayers, laments and tears. And me? I didn't feel anything. Absolutely nothing. A huge emptiness ravaged my chest as I tried to search my memory for any memory that would live up to the "good", "worthy" and "exemplary" praise. -Thirty-three years, the age of Christ. What's it like to be the richest and youngest banker in the country? - Gabriel stopped next to me, an almost imperceptible smile on my twin's lips. Like me, Gab didn't care about the family's Judaism. "I haven't stopped to think about it yet," I replied, smoothing my black suit, expelling any imaginary dust from the expensive fabric. - How not? Damn, Michael... Now that the old man is finally dead, the Swartz Bank is in his hands," he whispered, nudging me with his elbow. Like me, Gab didn't give a damn about the dead man in the next room. Unlike us, our cousins ​​were tearful on one of the leather sofas, heads down, looking genuinely saddened by my father's death. I wouldn't judge them. The other Swartz did not receive the same "warm" attention that Abraham gave his children. In fact, few people knew about the cruel treatment given to Gab and, in particular, to me, throughout my childhood and adolescence. The firstborn. How I hated the word... "The old man is finally dead." Gabriel's sentence resonated like an echo, pulling me out of that pit of indifference and torpor, spreading waves of heat through my insides. Slow and sneaky like venomous snakes. - Cheer up... - insisted Gab. - Besides the position and the money, there's one more reason to celebrate, brother
say? - What... - I exhaled through my mouth, feeling a ton lighter. - That I don't want anything else. CHAPTER 1 - "The beginning of the damn cataclysm" MICHAEL SWARTZ - To the new banker! Smiling, Theo lifted the empty champagne bottle to the side of his head, pointing the neck at me. His blue eyes mirrored the golden glow of the candles, making them even clearer. Yes, the CFO of Swartz Bank looked like a damn movie heartthrob. The three of us grew up together. Theo, Gabriel and me.
Our parents, Jacob and Abraham, belonging to two traditional Jewish families, were best friends, which made our closeness almost inevitable. We attend the same schools, the same colleges and, as adults, the same professional environments, not to mention social events. Like the anniversary of that night. White candles, silver candlesticks, fresh flowers and crystal vases decorated the center of the large round table, its glass top covered with a fine linen tablecloth. Carolina has always had good taste in decoration. Everything was extremely neat, with the dim lighting making the environment even more refined. The red roses in the arrangements were the icing on the cake, matching the fiery tone of her hair, tied in an elegant braid. - To the new banker! - Carolina repeated, the delicate glass raised in the air. The bubbly drink also reflected the candle flames, boasting an almost mesmerizing flicker. - And the birthday girl. Congratulations, Carol - I said with a half smile on my lips, raising my glass towards her. Everyone around our table repeated their congratulations, celebrating the birthday. There were six of us: Carolina, Theo, her companion, Lia, Gabriel, me and Cleo, my companion. In the background, a voice and guitar duo played soft songs. Among them, Adele's songs, as the birthday girl loved so much. Baby, let me in Go easy on me, baby (Baby, let me in Go easy on me, baby) For her birthday, Carolina had booked the best party room in Mistral, a five-star hotel with a magnificent view of the Park Ibirapuera. Maybe it wouldn't be appropriate to attend a party twenty days after my father's burial. Maybe I should "live the mourning" by retreating to my home. But there I was. And how was it? Quiet. Very peaceful. I dare say, almost excited. If animation were one of my qualities. The naked truth? He didn't "care" about the mourning in respect of Abraão Swartz. - Thank you, Michael... - Carolina smiled, raising the glass to her red-painted mouth. - "Thirty"! Let's drink! Health! The redhead took another sip of the drink and we all followed suit, tasting the very expensive Veuve Clicquot Brut. I blinked my eyes slowly, savoring the coolness of the liquid that bubbled on my tongue. Carolina was from the traditional Castro de Andrade family, in the construction industry. It followed the "old money" line, with fortunes passed down through inheritance from generation to generation. We met at school, and soon she became the only girl in our select group of boys. My father's icy eyes even sparkled at the idea of ​​uniting the Swartz and Castro de Andrade families. How much he tried to push Carolina on me years ago... That's why I never wanted her. Anyway, starting a family wasn't in the plans. "Excellent champagne," I commented, placing a hand on Cleo's soft thigh. Through the slit of her green dress I caressed her, moving up and down slowly, enjoying the contact of her fingers with her smooth skin. That woman was worth every damn penny. - Not just the champagne. The party is excellent - Gabriel praised, looking around the room. - Thank you, dear ones. I swear I thought about postponing it... - said Carolina. - Celebrating my birthday a few weeks after your father passed away. You know, Michael, he was like an uncle to me... Maybe it wasn't a good idea. Even more painful death, after that horrible cancer. Poor man, he suffered so much... - she completed in a lament, unnerving me. I looked to my left side and saw that Gabriel also seemed uncomfortable with the subject, pressing his lips into a thin line. On the opposite side of the table, Theo and Lia remained silent, their faces calm, just waiting for my answer. To my right, Cleo was distracted by her nails, studying her red nail polish like it was a fucking Van Gogh painting. Yes, Gab was the uncomfortable one. Not as much as me, obviously. With my jaw tense, I swallowed the words: "he suffered little." - Do you know what's not good form, Carolina? Continue talking about death when celebrating a birthday. Shall we turn the record over? - I twirled a finger in the air, fed up with that topic. - Excuse me sir. I need to go to the bathroom," Cleo whispered as she got up, leaving the table. I nodded in response and turned my head back, following the sway of her hips back and forth with my gaze. The green silk fabric delicately hugged the curves, marking every inch of them. I couldn't wait to take her to the suite on the twentieth floor that I had reserved earlier. With her dark hair cascading down her back, she looked like that hot actress who... What was her name again? - Megan Fox. The Transformers actress. She is identical. - Gabriel does that annoying thing of completing my thoughts again. The "joys" of being twins. -Uhm - I murmured, taking another sip of my drink. - I remember her with Yuri, last month... You know I'm good at keeping faces - she commented with a false innocent air. - At the cocktail party at that startup that... What was it called? About the disposal of business documents. - "SafeD." I didn't go," I replied through gritted teeth. Damn, I had only one demand. A single damn demand made to Valentina years before: "Never send girls who have already been hired by other Bank employees." Yuri was the Bank's Accounting Director, whose name I only knew because he appeared in my office once a month, taking my signature on that pile of useless papers. Or useful, from a tax point of view. - I was, I remember. She wore a black dress that was very low-cut in the back," continued Gab, amused by my irritation. - You could even see a tattoo on the lower part of the spine, at the level of the lower back. A blue moon, if I'm not mistaken. That pimp wanted to demoralize me or what? He probably underestimated me, thinking that I wouldn't find out about Cleo and Yuri because I didn't go to the startup cocktail party. Whether intentional or not, that was unacceptable. - Valentina dropped the ball, huh... - Gabriel completed my thoughts once again. - What are you going to do? Return the toy without playing? - No. I need a good fuck. But if Valentina doesn't want to lose me as a client, she'll have to reward me. It wasn't a blue moon. It was a damn green dolphin. Standing next to the bed, I covered the crude tattoo with my left hand, pushing the woman's back lower, spreading the dark locks across the white sheet. - There! - Cleo screamed with each thrust of my hips against her soft ass. Pounding hard, I shook her slim body on the bed, without holding back during the anal sex session. - Quiet. I tangled the fingers of my other hand in her soft hair, pulling her head up, arching her spine more. She obeyed me, falling silent in the same second. Fortunately. Her screams were discouraging me. Adjusting the fit, I thrust three, four more times until I exploded, ejaculating heavily into the condom. - Fuck... - I slid out of her, discarding the condom in the trash next to the minibar. Breathing heavily, I grabbed a bottle
life of deprivation. This is how I lived most of my existence. Everything was always missing. Food, clothes, money. There was also a lack of affection, family and love. A life without any relatives around. A childhood and adolescence in an orphanage. And growing up in a place like this is not easy. Waiting for parents who never showed up, seeing other kids having better luck than mine. And the more I grew, the more distant the dream of adoption became, the more distant any possibility became for me. Over time, the expectation of waiting passed. Over time, seeing other children get a new start didn't hurt me as much. I arrived at that place already far from the age that families were looking for. Rebel, undisciplined and this only made my situation even more difficult. I soon entered adolescence and I couldn't be more difficult, more indomitable. I didn't like those who worked there, the other orphans, or myself. Orphan. The word reminds me of everything, it reminds me that I have no one in the world. Perhaps I never had a father, perhaps my progenitor never knew of my existence. Brothers, fortunately the irresponsible woman who brought me into the world did not have the opportunity to give birth, as she died of an overdose even though she had a hungry child crying while taking drugs. Flashes of that night insist on occupying my mind. They remind me how weak she was, how incapable she was of fighting for us. To fight for a better life for myself. Even a life for yourself. And it shaped the wild child I was, the indomitable adult I am. I know I wasn't and I'm not the best person in the world, but there's something I can be proud of: being astute. I discovered very early on that I didn't want a life of so many deprivations. Discovering that I could use my intelligence, outside of the average, to achieve better expectations for my future. And it was in a lecture, among many that were given to institutionalized people, that I discovered that the type of life I would lead would depend on me. I discovered that I didn't want anything like what I had, that I wanted to build a victorious future. “Focus on your potential.” I heard this phrase, I understood what she meant. I repeated it in my mind over and over again. I realized that I didn't have any choice about my past and present, but if it were up to me, my future would be very different from everything I had experienced up until that moment. Potentiality. Mathematics. Numbers. A facility capable of leaving all teachers astounded. Able to make me stand out in the economics course. Among contemporary students, among perhaps all those who passed through there. After turning 18 we were invited to discover the world outside those walls, we were forced to be on our own. I was already in my first semester of college when I came of age. I was already able to attract attention with my grades. And before he even had to walk through the doors of the orphanage for the last time, he already had a mentor. Antônio realized that perhaps taking me to work with him would bring many advantages, even if he tried to make me think it was because he had a good heart, that he wanted to help me. I pretended to believe him because he needed an income, he needed money if he didn't want to end up on the street, under the viaduct. But he didn't just want that. I didn't want much. I wanted the world. I knew I had the potential to do this, but to do so I needed to seize any possibility that came my way. So I was hired to work at his financial consultancy company and I was happy to work in a medium-sized company, owned by a prominent academic professor, well sought after in the financial market
billionaire heir who is also the owner of her heart, but destiny has already decided that they need to continue that love story, and when they are face to face again, the long-dormant feeling returns to the surface with all its overwhelming force. A Contract with a Billionaire will tell the story of Bárbara Alves, a tourism professional who has just won an award, and Brian Hamilton Smith, a billionaire CEO at the head of a family business, in a reunion years after separating. Attention. This story is derived from the novel CEO's: The Dispute. So, wait to see a little more of Carolina and Samuel. Get ready to laugh and be moved by the beautiful story of these two. A thousand kisses and a great read. Carla Arine It was too perfect to be real. He was all cute, shy, and knew how to make a wonderful dinner... he had to have a flaw. I'm glad I found out in time, it would have been worse if we had made a public commitment or perhaps a marriage. Yes. Only Carol knew, and fuck if that other foreigner had knowledge. — It’s here, lady — the Uber driver tells me. I open the car door and head straight to my house. Today had everything to be a memorable night. It was Carolina's final test against Samuel, and it would clearly be tense. We still don't know who the next CEO will be, but the most surprising revelation of all had already happened and I still couldn't believe it: that Brian Smith, Samuel Wilson and his uncle, Oscar Wilson, came to Brazil with the most sordid plan of all. I can't deny that I was also enchanted by foreigners, but my best friend really fell in love, even with all the madness of hating and loving her biggest opponent. But now we know why this is all. A bid. They used the lucky foreigner's power of seduction to win over my friend and were celebrating the result, taking her out of the running. What they didn't expect was that Carol would put on a show in a jump. — Fuck them! — I exclaimed, in the bathroom looking at my white face in the mirror. My eyes are already red from trying so hard to avoid the tears that want to flow. Crap! Who would have thought the night would end like this? When I left, I was sure I would spend the night in Brian's arms, in a motel or in his apartment. I had even chosen some sexy lingerie, but now, just thinking about the unfortunate thing, I want to... argh. I go back to the room and grab one of the two beers I brought from the event from my bag, trying to console myself for having fallen in love with the wrong guy. I can not believe. Another liar to my list of disappointments. Again I go to sleep alone reflecting on my mistakes. Unemployed and with a Tourism college tuition that costs almost a kidney to pay
impulsive. She had her plan mapped out, it was so simple: Finish college and get rid of her toxic father, Judge Carter. Everyone looked at her and saw her as daddy's princess. They just couldn't imagine what she had to go through to be the perfect daughter he so longed for. Everything was going well, even him. Aaron Seed. Since the day their destinies crossed, she imagined that everything would fall apart around her, she just didn't know if in a good or bad way. Aaron Seed After the death of his mother, he is forced, due to circumstances, to go live with Hanry, his father. Because he can no longer handle Aaron's rebellions, Hanry sends him to the Seed University dorm. Everything was going well, until the day he bumped into a girl. But she wasn't just any girl, she was totally different from the others. The intensity of her eyes attracted him, as he knew the darkness in them, and this only made him more curious to know who she was. However, unlike the others, the mysterious girl clearly said that she didn't want to have a relationship with anyone, especially someone like him. This only gave him reason to want to make her life a living hell, showing that, like the others, she was not immune to him. Something unexpected happens amid provocations, intimidation, discoveries and sexual tension. Aaron and Cadence find themselves completely lost in a feeling neither of them have ever had. Love. "Living life has never been so tempting and scary at the same time." Toxic Bad Boys Bad Boy Cruel Series - book I The other books in the series are completely independent, although some characters may appear throughout the stories. There will be a total of 4 books. Attention! This is a bully romance, you will find an enemies to lovers, and a relationship that is not healthy. It can cause discomfort for some people, as they approach them through provocation and intimidation. As the name suggests, there will be bullying. The author does not support this type of behavior. "IF YOU DON'T LIKE THIS TYPE OF ROMANCE, DON'T READ IT!" WE WILL ALSO HAVE TRIGGER OF: Drug addiction, scenes of physical abuse, profanity, descriptive sex, dubious attitudes, illicit and legal drugs, bullying, psychological aggression, toxic parental relationship, maternal and paternal abandonment, relationships that may appear abusive and that can cause triggers. Work intended for people over 18 years of age. Welcome! This book will be a little different from the previous ones, I ask that everyone who reads it, keep an open mind to understand that everything that happens is not tolerable. We will have some themes that may become triggers for some, and that is why I ask you to read the NOTICE that was left. Again, DO NOT READ IF YOU DON'T FEEL COMFORTABLE. This will be my first Bully Romance and I hope to meet the expectations of all of you readers. I just have to thank you, for all your strength and motivation, and that's why I dedicate this book to you, my reader who always follows my growth, and to you who were interested in the story
Everyone looked at her and saw her as daddy's princess. They just couldn't imagine what she had to go through to be the perfect daughter he so longed for. Everything was going well, even him. Aaron Seed. Since the day their destinies crossed, she imagined that everything would fall apart around her, she just didn't know if in a good or bad way. Aaron Seed After the death of his mother, he is forced, due to circumstances, to go live with Hanry, his father. Because he can no longer handle Aaron's rebellions, Hanry sends him to the Seed University dorm. Everything was going well, until the day he bumped into a girl. But she wasn't just any girl, she was totally different from the others. The intensity of her eyes attracted him, as he knew the darkness in them, and this only made him more curious to know who she was. However, unlike the others, the mysterious girl clearly said that she didn't want to have a relationship with anyone, especially someone like him. This only gave him reason to want to make her life a living hell, showing that, like the others, she was not immune to him. Something unexpected happens amid provocations, intimidation, discoveries and sexual tension. Aaron and Cadence find themselves completely lost in a feeling neither of them have ever had. Love. "Living life has never been so tempting and scary at the same time." Toxic Bad Boys Bad Boy Cruel Series - book I The other books in the series are completely independent, although some characters may appear throughout the stories. There will be a total of 4 books. Attention! This is a bully romance, you will find an enemies to lovers, and a relationship that is not healthy. It can cause discomfort for some people, as they approach them through provocation and intimidation. As the name suggests, there will be bullying. The author does not support this type of behavior. "IF YOU DON'T LIKE THIS TYPE OF ROMANCE, DON'T READ IT!" WE WILL ALSO HAVE TRIGGER OF: Drug addiction, scenes of physical abuse, profanity, descriptive sex, dubious attitudes, illicit and legal drugs, bullying, psychological aggression, toxic parental relationship, maternal and paternal abandonment, relationships that may appear abusive and that can cause triggers. Work intended for people over 18 years of age. Welcome! This book will be a little different from the previous ones, I ask that everyone who reads it, keep an open mind to understand that everything that happens is not tolerable. We will have some themes that may become triggers for some, and that is why I ask you to read the NOTICE that was left. Again, DO NOT READ IF YOU DON'T FEEL COMFORTABLE. This will be my first Bully Romance and I hope to meet the expectations of all of you readers. I just have to thank you, for all your strength and motivation, and that's why I dedicate this book to you, my reader who always follows my growth, and to you who were interested in the story. Welcome if this is your first contact with any of my work! We will learn the story of Aaron Seed and Cadence Archeron.
serving as an escape valve from this world that has become increasingly crazy. I'm currently writing the Born into the Mafia series, but there are several other stories running around in my head. Stay up to date with the latest news by following me on Instagram: @lunaoliveiraautora Kisses! Important notices! A Babysitter for the Cowboy Triplets is a unique book, a light cliché romance, in which, unlike my Mafia Born series books, the main characters are not involved in any illicit activities. The dramas that you will find in the plot will be linked to a nanny going crazy in order to control three nine-year-old boys, whose mission in life is to scare away all the nannies who approached them, all caused by a complex of maternal emotional abandonment. It's a romantic comedy, very fun, with breathtaking hot scenes. It has erotic content, therefore, it is recommended for people over eighteen years of age. The secondary characters, Jonh and Emily, will get their own book in the future, but I don't have a date for that release yet, as there are still other stories that will be written first. You will see a little bit of Lucrécia, Nando and Natasha from the book Minha Mexicana, because although this book is not part of the mafia universe that I created, all my characters, good citizens or not, live in the same universe in general, meeting between books, occasionally. That's it, I hope you enjoy reading and fall in love with my cowboy. Kisses! Synopsis Clara Mancini is Brazilian, the youngest of ten siblings, and a veterinary medicine student. She gets an exchange scholarship to study in Austin, Texas, and moves there. During the summer holidays, needing a temporary job to pay her bills, she ends up offering to be a nanny for three little pests, children of the cowboy, owner of Fazenda Olhos D'água. Sam Mackenzie needed a nanny to take care of his three sons, Jason, Jacob and Joshua, and when the agency's last nanny runs out of his farm after the boys stuck gum in her hair, Clara presents herself as the solution. of your problems, at least during the summer holidays. The triplets don't make it easy for Clara, but what they didn't expect is that at the trick school they studied, Clara had already been expelled for knowing too much. Between one prank and another, in this delicious romantic comedy, Clara wins not only the hearts of the triplets, but also the heart of the cowboy
womanizer, cynical and sarcastic, he is divorced and father of a little girl. After the separation he never got involved with any woman, he runs away from serious relationships like the devil on the cross. Valentine Messano is an orphaned and broken girl. She inherited her parents' small farm. She is alone in the world and hides the pain of grief through her tough personality. All she wants is to recover part of her father's land that fell into the hands of the Bertholo family. The problem is having to deal with the farmer who took over Valentine's father's land. Because in addition to being a police chief, he is also an aloof brute with a sharp tongue who uses his police power to try to get her back on track. To make matters worse, he is considered the city's sex symbol. In order not to lose a bet, however, Carlo proposes to Valentine that they pretend to be in love and dating and, in exchange for this, he will return the Messano lands. She agrees, risking falling in love with someone she should hate. But when police chief Carlo Bertholo discovers that Valentine is in danger, he will do anything to save her, risking his own life to protect her. 1 They walked away from everyone to start over. They left their lands to start a new life. They believed they would get rich, that they would enjoy comfort and a safe home for generations to come. That nothing else would shake them. Neither illness nor suffering nor insecurity nor uncertainty nor dilemma. They would inherit the land. And so, year after year, descendants, children, grandchildren would follow. There would be no doubt, they would continue the land's legacy until the end. Until the last one of them dies. It was their destiny. That's why they left their home. That was also why they transformed the small shack built in the middle of the woods into a good place to live. And that was the legacy they would leave for her, the only daughter, the heir. The one that was born with the destiny of continuing to keep alive the dream of the first of them, the dream of the pioneer. From her father. Who arrived in that land with nothing in his pockets. Only with hunger and despair. In front of the tomb of her parents, buried on the farm, Valentine observed with tears in her eyes the red plain, the charred bushes, the immense trees, the foams of clouds in the blue sky. So many living things around her, and she, faced with death, alone, the only heir, the legacy of the farm and the legacy of the family, the legacy of her blood that now depended solely on her. Before she died, her father said: There is more than these acres. Years ago, her mother got involved with another man and gave him land that was mine. Forgive me, daughter, we are not perfect. Her mother made a mistake, made a mistake, I didn't give her the attention she deserved. In fact, I was the one who made the mistake. But the lands she gave away, I want them back. A kingdom could not remain fragmented. Valentine no longer had her family, and it was her father's deathbed request that kept her company every day since she lost them. Now, at twenty-three, she was determined to fulfill her father's last wish. She would have her lost lands back. *** The earth slipped through her fingers and fell slowly like a delicate rain of dry grains. The manager managed the medium-sized property and the cowboys handled the cattle. Valentine, therefore, didn't work, didn't move a straw, didn't get his long fingernails dirty with dirt. But the time had come to face his father's rival. In fact, with his adopted son. Nothing would make her give up on taking back the land her mother gave to her lover.
Joelle thought she could change Adrian's heart after three years of marriage, but she realized too late that it already belonged to another woman. "Give me a baby, and I'll set you free." The day Joelle went into labor, Adrian was traveling with his mistress on his private jet. "I don't care whom you love. My debt is paid. From now on, we have nothing to do with each other." Not long after Joelle left, Adrian found himself begging on his knees. "Please come back to me."
There was only one man in Raegan's heart, and it was Mitchel. In the second year of her marriage to him, she got pregnant. Raegan's joy knew no bounds. But before she could break the news to her husband, he served her divorce papers because he wanted to marry his first love. After an accident, Raegan lay in the pool of her own blood and called out to Mitchel for help. Unfortunately, he left with his first love in his arms. Raegan escaped death by the whiskers. Afterward, she decided to get her life back on track. Her name was everywhere years later. Mitchel became very uncomfortable. For some reason, he began to miss her. His heart ached when he saw her all smiles with another man. He crashed her wedding and fell to his knees while she was at the altar. With bloodshot eyes, he queried, "I thought you said your love for me is unbreakable? How come you are getting married to someone else? Come back to me!"
Rena got into an entanglement with a big shot when she was drunk one night. She needed Waylen's help while he was drawn to her youthful beauty. As such, what was supposed to be a one-night stand progressed into something serious. All was well until Rena discovered that Waylen's heart belonged to another woman. When his first love returned, he stopped coming home, leaving Rena all alone for many nights. She put up with it until she received a check and farewell note one day. Contrary to how Waylen expected her to react, Rena had a smile on her face as she bid him farewell. "It was fun while it lasted, Waylen. May our paths never cross. Have a nice life." But as fate would have it, their paths crossed again. This time, Rena had another man by her side. Waylen's eyes burned with jealousy. He spat, "How the hell did you move on? I thought you loved only me!" "Keyword, loved!" Rena flipped her hair back and retorted, "There are plenty of fish in the sea, Waylen. Besides, you were the one who asked for a breakup. Now, if you want to date me, you have to wait in line." The next day, Rena received a credit alert of billions and a diamond ring. Waylen appeared again, got down on one knee, and uttered, "May I cut in line, Rena? I still want you."
The night before her engagement, Valerie was tricked by her boyfriend and stepsister into spending the night with a stranger. After the night together, the man vanished. Later, her boyfriend accused her of cheating, revealing his affair with her stepsister. Pressured by her father, Valerie married an unconscious man in place of her stepsister. Valerie exposed the scheme, sabotaged her father’s ambitions, and transformed herself. When her husband woke and chased her to the airport, she calmly refused him, saying, "It's over between us." He held her firmly. "You married me, so you must commit."
Madisyn was stunned to discover that she was not her parents' biological child. Due to the real daughter's scheming, she was kicked out and became a laughingstock. Thought to be born to peasants, Madisyn was shocked to find that her real father was the richest man in the city, and her brothers were renowned figures in their respective fields. They showered her with love, only to learn that Madisyn had a thriving business of her own. "Stop pestering me!" said her ex-boyfriend. "My heart only belongs to Jenna." "How dare you think that my woman has feelings for you?" claimed a mysterious bigwig.
It took only a second for a person's world to come crashing down. This was what happened in Hannah's case. For four years, she gave her husband her all, but one day, he said emotionlessly, "Let's get divorced." Hannah's heart broke into a million pieces as she signed the divorce papers, marking the end of her role as a devoted wife. Within Hannah, a strong woman awakened, vowing never to be beholden to any man again. Embracing her new life, she embarked on a journey to find herself and command her own destiny. By the time she returned, she had experienced so much growth and was now completely different from the docile wife everyone once knew. "Is this your latest trick to get my attention?" Hannah's ever-so-arrogant husband asked. Before she could retort, a handsome and domineering CEO pulled her into his embrace. He smiled down at her and said boldly to her ex, "Just a little heads-up, mister. This is my beloved wife. Keep off!"