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“I’ll do anything you want, I’ll give you everything. I’m begging you to bring her smile back.” ****** Nathalie Davis was shattered after her husband and best friend betrayed her, divorcing her on their fourth wedding anniversary and driven out to the house. Worst of all, they used up all her money, including the money for surgery for her mother. After her world collapse in overnight, Nathalie’s complicated life changed when she ended up in the care of Zander Calix Watson, known for being a ruthless multi-billionaire, and the CEO of the company her ex-husband works for. Calix offered Nathalie to take care of his only child. Nathalie agrees, especially since she owes a lot to Calix. With Nathalie taking care of Calix’s child, can she also be able to heal Calix’s heart, that has been closed for love for a long time? But what if the secrets will unite their pasts are revealed? Will this be the path to love or will it cause their destruction?

In my previous life, my husband had suddenly died of a brain hemorrhage, leaving behind a massive mountain of debt. For the sake of my son, who was still in high school, I sold the house my parents had left me, gritted my teeth, and worked three jobs to pay off the debt. Overworked and exhausted, my health deteriorated, and I eventually collapsed in the hospital. From my bed, I could hear my son, now a graduate from a prestigious university, smiling as he spoke on the phone. "Hello? Dad, it's me. Yeah, she's about to die. I bought insurance for her, so we should get close to one million. You and Aunt Rena should come back home right away." The "Aunt Rena" he spoke of was none other than my husband's childhood friend and neighbor who had known him for years. It turned out that the debts were all part of a massive money-laundering scheme between my husband and his childhood sweetheart. They had fabricated false accounts to hide their crime, and he had faked his death to escape the law. My son, eager to become the heir to wealth, had stood by and watched me work myself to death. When I next opened my eyes, I was back in the moment of my husband's feigned brain hemorrhage, the day it had all begun.

On the seventh day after my dad's passing, I head over to the funeral home to wrap up the aftermath of the funeral as well as pack up my dad's personal effects. That's when an employee stops me and demands that I cough up an additional 100 thousand dollars for the storage and preservation of my dad's corpse. I'm stunned, to say the least. Dad has already gotten cremated and buried a long time ago. His ashes are already deposited inside the graveyard, as we speak. So, how is his body getting stored and preserved throughout the week? I use facts and logic to argue with the employee. But he has the gall to threaten me with an impatient scowl on his face. "Stop yapping already! The system shows that your father's body is still inside the cold storage! It's been seven days, so you must pay 100 thousand dollars, no matter what! If you refuse to settle the payment, you can forget about taking your father's personal effects with you! "When the time comes, you have to cough up the additional charges as well! If not, I shall see you at court!" As I stare at the hostile employee, I can feel rage simmering in my blood. Still, I call every family member and relative I have to borrow 100 thousand dollars from them just so I can make the payment. With the receipt in hand, I walk into the police station right away. "Officer, my dad was cremated and buried seven days ago. But the funeral home decided to charge me 100 thousand dollars' worth of storage and preservation fees for no reason! I suspect that they didn't send my father off the proper way!" When the police show up at the funeral home, the same employee who threatened me looks alarmed. He quickly gets his manager, Mr. Lawson, to deal with the situation. Impatience is etched all over Mr. Lawson's face as he snaps at me, "Your father has already gone through the cremation process seven days ago. The procedure and all the receipts are intact. Don't you dare kick up a fuss irrationally now!" I let out a cold chuckle in return before showing Mr. Lawson the receipt. "I'm being irrational, you say? I've just paid for the storage fees of my father's corpse, and here's the receipt to prove the validity of the transaction! You must return my father to me today!" I thought the funeral home insisted on charging me earlier. Now, they'd better fulfill their side of the bargain by returning my dad's corpse to me without a single hair out of place!

On the third day after our divorce was finalized, my ex-wife, Georgie Anderson, sent me a text message. [Why haven’t you transferred your salary from this month to me?] I thought she was joking. [We’re already divorced.] [So? What does it matter if we’re divorced? You should transfer nineteen thousand dollars from your twenty-thousand-dollar income, just like you did before. The remaining one thousand dollars will be your pocket money. When you were unemployed, I was the one who took care of you. Now that we’re divorced, you’re turning your back on me?] I stared at her text messages and fell silent for a really long time. Throughout our three-year marriage, I gave her nineteen thousand dollars out of my twenty-thousand-dollar salary. She was responsible for "budgeting" our household expenses. However, she spent my money on her civil service exam, afternoon teas with her besties, and even on her study partner, whom I’d never met. As for me, I handled all the house chores—cooking dinner, mopping the floors and doing the laundry. But when I took a little time after work to game, she would yell at me for being lazy. She was demanding money from me even after we were divorced. Her reason was that I might spend the money without thinking. I blocked her number. Three seconds later, she sent me a text message from another phone number. [You’ll regret this. I’m trying to help you one last time.] I laughed. ‘Helping me?’ I thought. Nobody had ever helped me in the past three years.

Kelvin Brown had nothing left. The gavel fell. The house, his son, every memory gone. He walked out of the courtroom and stood on the street, hollow. The car came fast. Pain. Then darkness. In a hospital room, a stranger held his hand, Clarita Howells. She prayed he would live. While he fought to stay alive, his ex-wife, Patra Brown, was already erasing him from her world. His little boy asked for a father who was slowly being forgotten. Kelvin survived. But waking up to a life that had moved on without you.. that is its own kind of death. Meanwhile, Patra’s mother, Benita, pushed her into a dangerous and costly relationship with Dolph. 'Saved by the Billionaire Stranger' captures the heavy emotional cost of failure, moments of deep sadness, and the fragile touch of love, connection, and romance. Strictly for 18+.

“Prepare a divorce agreement for me. I want to divorce my husband,” ***** Of all the things I had ever imagined happening in my life, divorcing my husband was never a part of it. I loved Josh with everything in me. I took out my heart and gave it to this man, but he didn’t think twice before crushing it. I abandoned my life, my kingdom, I put my career on hold, and I hid my identity just to be with him, and after promising me his loyalty, he threw away everything after three years once he got everything, and I became a trash to him. I was going to make things work between us. I was going to find out what went wrong and work on it. However, while I was working hard to make our marriage work, Josh was busy cheating on me. He never realized that just one call, and he would lose everything he ever worked for. I made up my mind not to keep quiet any longer. I would make him regret ever messing with me…