John was exiled from his family for ten years due to his reckless and prodigal lifestyle. Now, he had suffered and learnt his lessons enough to become wiser. He is married to Christine for almost two years but faces fierce challenges with his in-laws and others who saw him as nothing but a leech and as one who didn't deserve the woman he is married to. He is underestimated and belittled by everyone, unknown to them that he was far beyond what they thought him to be. John received a text message informing him that his exile from the family was revoked and now he could access all the family's vast resources across the globe. It is time for THE TRILLIONAIRE SON-IN-LAW to face-slap everyone and make them bow to him.
"I'll be fine, John," Mama Pat's voice broke through the serene hospital ward, now filled with the sterile scent of antiseptics.
John sat by her side, not even knowing what to say or how to react. The mere thought of Mama Pat not feeling well was already weighing him down.
He didn't know what he'd do if something bad should happen to Mama Pat, the woman who had helped shapen his life and had made him the man he was at that moment.
John Moxley was a 29 years old young man who was exiled from his family due to his reckless and prodigal lifestyle.
As a privileged young man who was born into the most powerful family in the world, John felt there was no need to work hard, instead he lived a life of extravagance, spending money like he had a garden where money grew on trees.
When John's grandfather saw the way John was living his life, he feared what might become of the Moxley's legacy if eventually he dies, considering now that John's parents whom he believed would take over after his death, were already dead, leaving him to face the harsh reality that the one who would take over after his death, was none other than John himself.
In a bid to instill into him a sense of responsibility, grandfather Moxley had to banish him from the family for five years. He wanted John to learn that certain privileges were meant to be cherished not abused and being born into Moxley's family was one of such privileges.
It was during the time when he was exiled, that Mama Pat took him in. Mama Pat was a woman with a large heart who looked after abandoned children and those who had no parents.
She became more like a godmother to him and John had grown to love her so much that he couldn't bare the sight of seeing her suffer from the disease which now held her down.
John took her hand, feeling her fragile form, "Godmother, I may have to beg my grandfather to revoke my exile," he said, his gaze fixed on her tired eyes. "I need money to take care of you."
Mama Pat managed to muster a weak smile, "No, you mustn't," she insisted. "You're not at fault here. Your grandfather must come to his senses on his own. I won't have you begging for my sake."
As they were still talking, a group of young orphans, children whom Mama Pat had just newly begun to take care of before she fell sick, timidly entered the room.
The youngest of them clutched at John's sleeve, "John, please do something," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Just then, the doctor walked in, his expression grave. He had been waiting for the right moment to let John know of the severity of the situation. "We need two million dollars to save her life," he said, his tone firm as he approached them. "And we need it as soon as possible." He added.
John immediately felt a wave of helplessness wash over him. There was no way on earth he could possibly raise two million dollars all by himself.
He noticed the children's desperate faces turned to him, suggestive of the fact that their hopes were hinged on his next move.
He wished he still had access to the Moxley's wealth, then two million dollars wouldn't have been a problem. He felt really helpless that he wished he had not abused the privilege he once had.
Just then, his phone rang, cutting through the tense silence. He glanced at the screen and saw his wife's name. Hesitating for a moment, he answered the call.
"Where are you?" Christine's voice came through. "Father's birthday party has just begun and everyone's asking about you."
John had almost forgotten that it was his father-in-law's birthday. "I'll be on my way soon," he replied simply before dropping the call.
Torn between duty and desperation, John cast an anguished look at Mama Pat and the children.
"I have to go," he managed to say. "I'll find a way, I promise."
With a heavy heart, he turned and hurried out of the hospital room.
Daisy is the illegitimate daughter of Mr. Hubert. His company went bankrupt, so he asked for help from Drkov's house. They agreed to help Mr. Hubert but with one condition. One of his two daughters must marry their nephew - Atlas Drkov. Atlas Drkov is a billionaire but he is disabled and uses a wheelchair. Yaretzi - daughter of Mr. Hubert's official wife - does not accept marrying a disabled man. She and her parents made a plan. They kidnapped Daisy's mother, threatened her, and forced her to marry Atlas. To save her mother, she accepted. However, after getting married, she fell in love with this man, and so did he. Difficulties start from here.
"You're mine, little puppy," Kylan growled against my neck. A soft gasp escaped my lips as his lips brushed my skin. My mind screamed at me to push him away-the Lycan Prince who had humiliated me again and again, but my body betrayed me, leaning into him before I could stop myself. He pressed his lips against mine, and his kiss grew more aggressive, more possessive as I felt my legs weaken. What was I doing? In a split-second, I pulled away and slapped him hard across the face. Kylan's eyes darkened, but the smirk on his lips exposed his amusement. "You and I both know we can't fight this, Violet," he said, gripping my wrist. "You're my mate." "And yet you don't want me," I replied. "You told me you were ashamed of me, that l'd never be your queen, that you'd never love me. So please, accept my rejection and let me go." "Never," he whispered, his grip tightening as he pulled me closer. "Soon enough, you'll be begging for me. and when you do-I'll use you as I see fit and then I'll reject you."
Once upon a time, there were two kingdoms once at peace. The kingdom of Salem and the kingdom of Mombana... Until the day, the king of Mombana passed away and a new monarch took over, Prince Cone. Prince Cone, has always been hungry for more power and more and more. After his coronation, he attacked Salem. The attack was so unexpected, Salem never prepared for it. They were caught off guard. The king and Queen was killed, the prince was taken into slavery. The people of Salem that survived the war was enslaved, their land taken from them. Their women were made sex slaves. They lost everything, including their land. Evil befall the land of Salem in form of Prince Cone, and the prince of Salem in his slavery was filled with so much rage. The prince of Salem, Prince Lucien swore revenge. 🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳 Ten years later, thirty-years old Lucien and his people raided a coup and escaped slavery. They went into hiding and recuperated. They trained day and night under the leadership of the fearless and cold Lucien who was driven with everything in him to get back their land, and take Mombana land too. It took them five years before they ambushed and attacked Mombana. They killed Prince Cone and reclaimed everything. As they screamed out their victory, Lucien's eyes found and pinned the proud princess of Mombana. Princess Danika. The daughter of Prince Cone. As Lucien stared at her with the coldest eyes anyone can ever possess, he felt victory for the first time. He walked to the princess with the slave collar he'd won for ten years rattling in his hand as he walked. He reached close to her and with a swift movement, he collared her neck. Then, he tilted her chin up, staring into the bluest eyes and the most beautiful face ever created, he gave her a cold smile. "You are my acquisition. My slave. My sex slave. My property. I will pay you in spades, everything you and your father ever did to me and my people." He stated curtly. Pure hatred, coldness and victory was the only emotion on his face. .
Sheila had her back against the wall when her family tried to force her to marry an awful old man. In a fit of rage, she hired a gigolo to act as her husband. She thought the gigolo needed money and did this for a living. Little did she know that he was nothing like that. One day, he pulled off his mask and revealed himself to be the world's top magnate. This marked the beginning of their love. He showered her with everything she could ever want. They were happy. However, unexpected circumstances soon posed a threat to their love. Would Sheila and her husband make it through the storm? Find out!
Rumors claimed that Fernanda, newly back with her family, was nothing more than a violent country bumpkin. Fernanda just flashed a casual, dismissive grin in response. Another rumor suggested that the usually rational Cristian had lost all sense, madly in love with Fernanda. This frustrated her. She could tolerate gossip about herself, but slander against her beloved crossed the line! Gradually, as Fernanda's multiple identities as a celebrated designer, a savvy gamer, an acclaimed painter, and a successful business magnate came to light, everyone realized they were the ones who had been fooled.
For ten years, Daniela showered her ex-husband with unwavering devotion, only to discover she was just his biggest joke. Feeling humiliated yet determined, she finally divorced him. Three months later, Daniela returned in grand style. She was now the hidden CEO of a leading brand, a sought-after designer, and a wealthy mining mogul—her success unveiled at her triumphant comeback. Her ex-husband’s entire family rushed over, desperate to beg for forgiveness and plead for another chance. Yet Daniela, now cherished by the famed Mr. Phillips, regarded them with icy disdain. "I’m out of your league."