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Jane lost both of her parents at a very tender age, since which her life has been filled with sorrow. She lived with her father's younger sister, who treated her like a slave. Despite all of this, Jane remained a responsible and decent girl. As time went on, she was able to save up some money and start up a business However, as her business was starting to take off, her aunt became jealous. She imposed some household responsibilities on her. The business was weakened and she couldn't continue. She met John through one of her street friends, James, who was a billionaire friend of John's. John is a wealthy, handsome young man who comes from a very rich family. He was in love with Sandra, his secretary. He was drunk one night and, out of curiosity, he invited Jane to meet him at a hotel. She went to the hotel to meet him. John was drunk. They had a one night stand and they made love to each other. Jane discovered she was pregnant. Will she be able to locate John? What will happen to her pregnancy?
It had been a long and tiring day, much like any other Friday. I had a multitude of clients to
attend to and was relieved when the last one finally left. My stomach was growling, and I had
been checking my gold watch every few minutes, eagerly awaiting the closing time. When it
finally arrived, I quickly turned off my office's air conditioning and quickly made my exit.
As I passed through the secretariat, I noticed the secretary diligently typing away. She might
have been so engrossed in her work that she lost track of time. When she saw me passing, she
inquired about my departure.
"Sir, are you leaving already?" she asked.
"As you can see," I replied.
"Won't you wait for me?" she asked, her smile betraying her curiosity.
"I'm afraid not," I said, "I have somewhere else to be."
She seemed disappointed, but I reassured her with one of my favorite sayings. I then hastened
downstairs to my parked car, greeting the security man, Mr. Frederick, along the way.
"Fine boy, are you going home already?" he inquired.
"Yes, Mr. Frederick. It's past closing time," I replied. "Is there anything you need me to do for
you?"
"No, thank you," he said with a smile. "Just checking."
I bid him a good day and asked him to pass on my greetings to his wife. He obliged, but I
couldn't help but feel a bit self-conscious about the "Fine boy" moniker he had bestowed upon
me.
"Look here, Mr. Frederick," I said, stopping to speak with him again. "I think it's time you and the
others stop calling me Fine Boy. My name is John, and I'd appreciate it if you could address me
accordingly."
He chuckled and wished me a blessed day before returning to his post.
As the CEO of the company, I had earned a reputation as the "rainmaker" among my staff, as
they believed that my presence guaranteed financial success.
Mr. Fedrick, the security guard, was particularly fond of me and would often speak highly of me
at the office and even at a local off-license bar he frequented after work.
One evening, I happened to pass by the off-license while Mr. Fedrick was there, and he invited
me to join him for a drink. I agreed, and he continued to sing my praises to everyone around us,
including the bar owner and other customers.
I smiled and bought a round of drinks for the group, but little did I know that Mr. Fedrick's
excessive flattery had attracted the wrong kind of attention.
It turned out that the married owner of the bar was smitten with me, and Mr. Fedrick's hyping
had only fueled her infatuation. I soon found myself in a potentially dangerous situation, and it
was only by the grace of God that I was able to avoid any trouble.
From that day on, I couldn't shake off the feeling that Mr. Fedrick's hyping was not only
excessive but also potentially harmful.
I appreciated his admiration and loyalty, but I couldn't allow him to continue making me the
center of attention in such a way.
As I entered my vehicle and started driving, I couldn't help but smile as I recalled my amusing
conversation with the security guard, despite feeling exhausted.
He was an elderly man with a great sense of humor, who I had come to regard as a father
figure. Although he was my subordinate, I always made sure to show him the respect he
deserved. Life had not been kind to him, so it was my duty to lift his spirits whenever I could.
As I left the main road and entered my street, my phone rang. I checked the caller ID and saw
that it was my friend, James. "Hello, Bro," I answered.
"Hello, have you finished work?" he asked.
"Yes, I'm driving home right now," I replied.
"Great! I just wanted to remind you that my flight is on Sunday," he said.
"Oh, I almost forgot. So, that means we'll hang out before Sunday, right?" I asked.
"Yes, Bro. I was wondering if you could come this evening. I want us to spend some time
together before I leave on Sunday," he replied.
"Spend time with who? Are you my girlfriend?" I joked.
"You're my friend, the strongest of all my male friends," he laughed.
I see. Well, I'm afraid I can't make it this evening. I've had a long day. But I'll come tomorrow,
very early in the morning," I said.
"No problem, Bro. I'm leaving for Douala tonight and will be staying at a hotel near the airport.
Once you arrive in town, let me know. In fact, we'll be in touch as you make your way there," he
replied.
"Okay, Bro. I'll let you know. Thanks," I said.
"Thank you," he replied before hanging up.
My friend, James, has recently obtained a visa to travel abroad, which is why he invited me to
accompany him to the airport.
We have been friends for a significant amount of time, having known each other since
childhood.
As a result, I will miss him dearly upon his departure, although I suppose my feelings would be
less intense had I been married.
In my mid-thirties, I was financially secure and content with my life. I had no desire for a
committed relationship or marriage. I went about my daily routine, enjoying my independence.
On a typical morning, I would head to the fridge for a quick meal before freshening up and
retiring for the night.
The following day, I decided to take a trip to Douala, and I kept in touch with my friend James
throughout the journey. As I arrived in Douala, James promptly picked me up and we chatted on
route to his hotel.
"Man, you're fast," James said with a smile.
"Yeah, I left early to avoid traffic," I replied. "If I had driven myself, I would have arrived even
sooner."
"Why didn't you bring your own car?"
"To be honest, I'm not comfortable driving on highways yet," I admitted. "I can handle driving
within the town, but intercity driving is a bit too daunting for me."
It all happened in a little town named the moonlit pack lyra the strongest werewolf was defeated in a battle by a rival pack which resulted in her loss of memories. The moonlit pack was invaded and every of her pack members were killed leaving her with nothing. This resulted in her death, a prophecy must be fulfilled and her mission must be accomplished. She is revived by an ancient mantle which led to her reincarnation but at this moment she discovers something different: she is still a wolf with weakened powers. This made her upset as she tried hunting on her past to see if she could recover her powers and to seek revenge for those enemies who killed her in the past. Along the way she met a notorious hybrid named Kyle who helped her in her discovery but her hidden potential lay in the hands of an ally who once destroyed her. What will happen if she later discovers the one she trusts is the one that hurts?.
After two years of marriage, Sadie was finally pregnant. Filled with hope and joy, she was blindsided when Noah asked for a divorce. During a failed attempt on her life, Sadie found herself lying in a pool of blood, desperately calling Noah to ask him to save her and the baby. But her calls went unanswered. Shattered by his betrayal, she left the country. Time passed, and Sadie was about to be wed for a second time. Noah appeared in a frenzy and fell to his knees. "How dare you marry someone else after bearing my child?"
"I, Riccardo Saviano, future Alpha of the Grey Shadow Moon Pack, reject you, Artemisia Guerrieri, Daughter of Alpha Franco of the Blood Moon Pack, as my mate and future Luna." One single sentence. One stupid single sentence was all it took to disintegrate my life. And the day of my birthday, on which this sentence was audaciously uttered to me, I lost the love of my life, my future mate, and my wolf, all at once. As I'm still assembling the pieces of my shattered heart years later, there they come. Like lightning out of a crystal blue sky. My Mates. But wait... If I am mated to triplets, how come I'm about to be mated to 5 gorgeous men? *** TW: explicit and foul language; spicy content; explicit sex scenes ***
Linsey was stood up by her groom to run off with another woman. Furious, she grabbed a random stranger and declared, "Let's get married!" She had acted on impulse, realizing too late that her new husband was the notorious rascal, Collin. The public laughed at her, and even her runaway ex offered to reconcile. But Linsey scoffed at him. "My husband and I are very much in love!" Everyone thought she was delusional. Then Collin was revealed to be the richest man in the world. In front of everyone, he got down on one knee and held up a stunning diamond ring. "I look forward to our forever, honey."
In her previous life, Kimberly endured the betrayal of her husband, the cruel machinations of an evil woman, and the endless tyranny of her in-laws. It culminated in the bankruptcy of her family, and ultimately, her death. After being reborn, she resolved to seek retribution against those who had wronged her, and ensure her family's prosperity. To her shock, the most unattainable man from her past suddenly set his sights on her. "You may have overlooked me before, but I shall capture your heart this time around."
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."
Yelena discovered that she wasn't her parents' biological child. After seeing through their ploy to trade her as a pawn in a business deal, she was sent away to her barren birthplace. There, she stumbled upon her true origins—a lineage of historic opulence. Her real family showered her with love and adoration. In the face of her so-called sister's envy, Yelena conquered every adversity and took her revenge, all while showcasing her talents. She soon caught the attention of the city's most eligible bachelor. He cornered Yelena and pinned her against the wall. “It's time to reveal your true identity, darling.”