Is Mr. Greedy A Good Novel For Kids?

Lily Christian’s former lover had cheated on her, resulting in five wasted years of their relationship going down the drain. Her former lover and his new b*tch even conspired to take advantage of Lily Christian, so what else could she do besides make them pay for what they did and reclaim everything that belonged to her? It was time for payback!A man wrapped his arms around Lily Christian’s waist as he instigated, “Honey, you’re being too soft on them. Why don’t I buy you a bulldozer so you can run them over with it?”Lily Christian was shocked, yet from that moment on, with the man’s help, she began to plan her revenge.

He gently laid her on the bed, taking in the sight of her beauty. The glow on her face, the innocence of her eyes, and the scent of her perfume made him feel like the luckiest man in the world. He leaned down and kissed her lips softly, before deepening the kiss and letting his hands roam her body. "Tell me what you are planning to steal next; from now on, I will buy them in large quantities." He whispered seductively into her ears. ********* Despite his immense wealth and successes, Gerald is discontent with his life until he meets Hazel. Drawn to her intriguing and impulsive nature, Gerald findshimself falling head over heels for the enigmatic Kleptomaniac. However, their starkly different worlds are bound to collide as Gerald grapples with the reality of Hazel's tendency to steal and the consequences that come with it. As theirhimself falling for her, even though she has a secret - she's a kleptomaniac. As they navigate the challenges of their unconventional relationship, Gerald must come to terms with how his love for Hazel clashes with his structured, ordered lifestyle. Meanwhile, Hazel grapples with her own guilt and the fear of losing the man she's come to love so deeply. Can their love survive their differences, or will Hazel's compulsions tear them apart? In this captivating novel, MR. BILLIONAIRE'S OBSESSION, explores the complexities of love, wealth, and identity in a gripping story that will leave you breathless until the very end.

I'm notoriously known for being a vile heiress in this city's elite circle. I do whatever I want just because my family is rich and powerful. If I don't like someone, I won't hesitate to slap them on the spot. If any family dares to offend me, I'll have my family terminate all contracts with that family's business. Everyone is terrified whenever they bring me up. But everything changes when my dad brings Gwen Herman, the low-income student he's been sponsoring, home with him. Suddenly, I can hear her inner thoughts. Gwen tells me that this world is actually a novel with a plot where everyone adores and dotes on the main character. Apparently, Gwen is the kind-hearted female lead loved by everyone, whereas I'm the evil side character who's destined to be humiliated at every turn. What a coincidence. I already found out about this fact ten years ago. I watch as Gwen cowers at the side delicately like some wounded angel who looks eerily similar to my dad. Meanwhile, my dad is awfully protective of her and goes as far as to be extremely mean to me to my face. That's when I begin chortling loudly. "Just because I call you 'Dad' doesn't mean you're really my father, my dear stepdad."

‘She wears the ring, but she doesn’t hold his heart. She is the woman he married, yet another woman receives the affection and devotion that should have been hers.’ Sold into a loveless marriage, Cyanelle Louise Natividad was the sacrificial lamb offered to Zach Khaleed Samaniego to settle her family’s crippling debts. For two agonizing years, she lived as a ghost in her own home—unseen by a husband who sought warmth in the arms of a mistress, and rejected by a stepchild who preferred the "other woman" over her. Just as Cyanelle finds the strength to walk away from the wreckage of her marriage, a sudden tragedy binds her back to Zach’s side. Now, she faces a final, haunting choice: can she carve a space for herself in a heart that has always been closed to her? Or is she destined to lose a second time, proving that some broken things can never be mended?

The day I found out I was pregnant, my fiancé, Shawn Gibson, told me he was going to marry the woman who was his first love, Suzie Sanders. Then, he asked me to marry his comatose older brother to help him get a wife. He said, "Suzie's family is forcing her into marriage. She's at the end of her rope. I'll marry her first, then figure out how to handle both families. We can still be together." I was shaking with anger and was about to throw the pregnancy test into his face. Suddenly, a young voice rang out in my head. "Mom, hurry and say yes! You mistook him for someone else that night! My real dad is his brother! And that coma? He's faking it! My dad is the richest man in the country! He's clearing out the traitors in the family and is about to make his grand return. "Marry him! This fortune is literally being given to us for free! We have to take it!" The richest man in the country? Then I was definitely marrying him.

Throughout my seven years of living in this residential area, I've been helping my neighbors receive their parcels and babysit their children no matter how sudden the requests are. All sorts of delivered goods have gone through my hands, be it tiny regular parcels, special deliveries containing raw seafood, or furniture and electrical appliances. My motto is that close-knitted neighbors are more dependable rather than my family, who lives very far away from me. That's why I never hesitate to lend a helping hand as long as the circumstances permit me to do so. In fact, I often deliver everyone's parcels to their units. But one day, Carmen Webber, a young woman who has just moved into the apartment, brings this topic up during a casual chit-chat with the other neighbors. "Nowadays, the parcel lockers and the parcel pickup points are very convenient to use. There's absolutely no need to specifically get someone to sign your parcels for you. Could it be that Hilary is using the guise of doing things for everyone just to make some quick bucks under the table? "After all, those who accept parcels on behalf of others tend to get paid. You guys must have slipped her some money every time you drop by her place to pick up your stuff, right? Imagine how lucrative business must be for her!" Carmen then shoots me a glance, mockery dripping from her tone. The neighbors just swap looks with each other. Then, they turn their suspicious gazes to me. That's when Carmen adds, "Next time, you can seek me out when you need someone to accept parcels and babysit children for you. I have a lot of free time on my hands, and I promise that I won't earn a single cent from you guys!" My heart goes stone cold when I listen to everyone else agreeing with Carmen. Over the past seven years, I'm the one paying for everything, be it opening my door in the middle of the night to accept a delivery, babysitting children for others, or making up for the lost packages and the spoiled seafood. Not only do I not earn a single cent, but I've also lost quite a huge amount of money. On top of that, many of my plans get delayed or rescheduled, too. Since Carmen wants to be the good Samaritan this badly, I might as well let her take over all these troublesome and thankless matters from now on.