At twenty-nine, in my mom's eyes, I'm basically approaching menopause, so she's urging me to find a boyfriend.
At twenty-nine, in my mom's eyes, I'm basically approaching menopause, so she's urging me to find a boyfriend.
My name was Eva Quinn. At twenty-nine, my mom thought it was late for me to still be single and kept urging me to find a match. Working as a teacher, I mostly dealt with students and their parents. Occasionally, I met someone decent-looking, but they were either underage or already a dad. Dating a minor was illegal, and dating a dad felt wrong, so here I was, single at twenty-nine.
A friend recommended a popular dating app, claiming a 90% success rate. I downloaded it with expectation, only to find that 90% of it was scams.
Just as I was about to delete it in disappointment, a guy with a Pikachu avatar added me. After a brief chat, I learned his details.
Wesley Gibson, twenty years old, a minor internet celebrity. He looked decent in photos, the type like Timothée Chalamet. I asked what made him interested in me. "Because I don't want to work hard, and a queen with great wealth is quite appealing," he replied.
His earnest talk about being a gigolo was surprisingly charming.
After five years in education system, I could afford to keep a "boy toy" like him, and I was quite satisfied with his looks.
I told him, "If you want me to look after you, I need to make sure you are good as the photo. As long as you fit my standard, money's not a problem."
After we agreed, I booked a suite at a five-star hotel for the evening. When I arrived, he had already showered and was sitting on the bed like a bashful newlywed.
I must admit, his barely concealed chest and abs made my appetite soar, and the urge to take a bite arose.
His hair was still wet from the shower, droplets trickling down his shoulders, chest, and further down. My eyes followed the trail to where the towel covered.
When he saw me, he smiled with dimples, looking utterly adorable.
"Why don't you shower first?" he suggested.
When I came out wrapped in a towel, his ears turned red inch by inch.
"Don't be shy, little cupcake. From now on, you'll be my doll. Remember, I am and will be your queen forever."
That night, he cried half the night, and I was exhausted too.
I wanted to be gentle, but when I turned to see him sleeping so cutely, I thought, "The quality sure is something else when you've paid for it."
To reward him, the next day I went to a luxury department store and bought him a bunch of gifts. I waited downstairs at his office to surprise him after work, only to see him with a girl with straight black hair and bangs. It seemed like there was something going on, so I leaned against my car to watch the drama unfold.
"Wesley, I really like you. Tell me what you want, I'll see what I can do," the girl pleaded.
"Sorry, Marissa, I really don't feel anything for you. Do you even know what love is? There's no relationship of romance between us," he replied.
"How can you say that? I like you, and whether you like me or not is just a matter of time. There will absolutely be love between us," she insisted.
Wesley rolled his eyes at her persistence. When she ran over to hug him, crying her heart out, he awkwardly turned her head away.
Our eyes met, and he looked at me like he'd found a lifeline. He pushed the girl away and ran towards me, jumping into the car and breathlessly saying, "Your grace, drive!"
With a press of the gas pedal, my McLaren sped off, leaving the girl's figure fading in the rearview mirror. I teased, "Seems like you've broken a few hearts. Last night you were pretending shy like a virgin."
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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."
After hiding her true identity throughout her three-year marriage to Colton, Allison had committed wholeheartedly, only to find herself neglected and pushed toward divorce. Disheartened, she set out to rediscover her true self-a talented perfumer, the mastermind of a famous intelligence agency, and the heir to a secret hacker network. Realizing his mistakes, Colton expressed his regret. "I know I messed up. Please, give me another chance." Yet, Kellan, a once-disabled tycoon, stood up from his wheelchair, took Allison's hand, and scoffed dismissively, "You think she'll take you back? Dream on."
He backed her against the wall, his voice a low growl. "Don't call me uncle." A teasing smirk touched her lips. "I gave you everything," she whispered. "But you said I was your partner's daughter. That it could never work. The choice was always yours." Prince Mathew's hand cradled her throat, his dominance a palpable force. "The age gap is nothing! only a few years. I am not your uncle." The fear of losing her shattered his control. His mouth crashed down on hers in a searing, desperate kiss. His mind screamed that she was forbidden, but his body craved her, and his wolf demanded to claim its mate. With a final surrender, he pressed his teeth to her neck, marking her forever. "You are mine," he vowed possessively. "Only mine." As a billionaire hiding his identity as the next Alpha King, control was his currency. He never expected to fall for his best friend's rebellious daughter. One night was a mistake. A second was a betrayal. But claiming her as his mate? That was a risk he was finally willing to take.
Hidden for years by the state despite a fortune worth billions, Grace bounced through three foster homes. At her fourth stop, the wealthy Holden family showered her with care, sparking spiteful claims she was a despicable grifter. Those lies died when a university president greeted her. "Professor, your lab's ready." A top CEO presented a folder. "Boss, our profits soared by 300% this year!" An international hacker organization came to her doorstep. "The financial market would crash without you!" Colton, a mysterious tycoon, pinned her softly. "Fun's over. Let's go make some babies." Grace's cheeks flared. "I didn't agree to that!" He slid a black card into her hand. "One island per baby."
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