His cold eyes moved from my face to all over my white lace dress with a clenched jaw. I felt weak in my knees but I was successful in keeping my brave face. "Nina is that you. You are looking so beautiful" he said while looking at me. I blushed I was still feeling burning holes on my back I gulp down nervously. "Have some drink" he said while taking a glass from the waiter. "No she is leaving," said the harsh voice next thing I know champagne was all over my dress staining it making me gasped. Before I could react he gripped my hand & dragged me near the pool area where no one could see us. I snatched my hand away from his tight grip "Why the hell you ruined my dress" I half yelled. "What the fuck you are doing in my party looking like a slut" he yelled angrily while pinning me to the wall. Listening to his words my blood boiled. "Let me guess you came here to ruin my mood by showing your ugly face," he said with an angry smirk letting me know his hate. "Stop giving yourself so much of importance. Im here for your mom my face may be ugly but ugly souls like you are not even worthy of my life's single sec" I said angrily and pushed him away from me but he didn't let me go away. "I can hide my ugly soul beside this face but ugly ducklings like you carry there ugliness which can't even be hidden by beautiful dress because they stain everything around them with their ugliness" his words were hurting my soul. I won't give him the privilege to see my tears. With all my power I pushed him making him stumble and fall in the pool. "Happy birthday," saying that I tried to walk away with a victory smirk but he didn't let me go. Things he did to me after that still sends a shiver to my spine. One thing was clear that day I would never want to see his face again in this life. But I don't know why the hell I am standing in front of him in church wearing a wedding gown. Looking at his victory angry smirk plastered to his face with my glassy eyes.
I was busy admiring the decoration when my eyes met with cold light brown eyes. He was standing beside a beautiful girl who was talking to him but he was not even looking at her. I tried to ignore him but his gaze was still fixed on me. They were screaming what the hell I was doing here. His cold eyes moved from my face to all over my white lace dress with a clenched jaw. It made me go weak in my knees but I was successful in keeping my brave face.
"Nina is that you" I heard the surprised voice. Turning around I looked at the person. He was one of the handsome jocks of my high school. "You are looking so beautiful, " he said while looking at me from head to toe. I don't know how to respond to comments like this it made me blush more. I was still feeling burning holes on my back it made me gulp down nervously. "Have some drink?" he said while taking a glass of champagne from the waiter.
Before I could take it a harsh voice said "No she is leaving" and the next thing I know champagne was all over my white dress staining it. A gasped left out of my mouth.
He bloody threw champagne on me.
Before I could react he gripped my hand forcefully and dragged me out of the party near the pool area where no one could see us. I snatched my hand away from his tight grip "Why the hell you ruined my dress" I half yelled looking in his cold eyes.
"What the fuck you are doing in my party looking like a slut" he yelled angrily while pinning me to the wall with his body. Listening to his words my blood boiled like anything. "Let me guess you came here to ruin my mood by showing your ugly face, " he said with an angry smirk letting me know how much he hates me.
His words sting like always.
"Stop giving yourself so much of importance. I'm here because your mom forced me to come" I said fuming in anger. "My face may be ugly but ugly souls like you are not even worthy of my life's single second, " I said angrily and pushed him away from me to get out of his hold but he didn't let me go away. I could see burning anger in his eyes.
He moved his face more near me and said in a cold voice "I can hide my ugly soul beside this face. But ugly ducklings like you carry there ugliness which can't even be hidden by this beautiful dress because they stain everything around them with their ugliness" his words were hurting my soul making my anger spile out of the corner of my eyes. But I won't give him the privilege to see my tears because this is what he wants.
With all my power I pushed him making him stumble and fall in the pool. "Happy birthday, " saying that I tried to walk away with a victory smirk but he didn't let me go that easily. Things he did to me after that still sends a shiver to my spine.
One thing was clear that day I would never want to see his face again in this life.
But I don't know why the hell I am standing in front of him in church wearing a wedding gown. Looking at his victory angry smirk plastered to his face with my teary eyes.
It's been two years since he has gone to study abroad. I still remember the day when I came to live in this house after my parent's death. I still remember the day when he suddenly bragged inside my room. I was in shocked because of his sudden appearance in my room. He locks the door and started coming near me with a pissed face. I knew that I was in danger by looking at his angry face. I knew that I should run away at this moment and hide somewhere but I can't move my body. Bloody hell, my body is held by the cold gaze of his blue sea-colored eyes. With long steps, he was coming towards me and in flash of seconds, he was in front of me. He grabbed my hair making me look into his eyes, my eyes were close afraid of meeting his cold stare. The next word's from his mouth made my eyes short open. "Who was that man with whom you were laughing and talking Jane. Tell me who the hell he was” listening to his demanding voice shiver ran through my body but I kept my eyes close. “Answer me, Jane who was he,” he shouted in anger causing tears to form in my closed eyes. H-e-he saw me with him. It was the only thought that was running in my brain. I knew I was in danger. Now, what will I do was the biggest questions for me. The memory of that atrocious day still causes a shiver run through my spine. Suddenly someone was pulling my arm taking me out of my thoughts. I found myself standing In front of the airport to receive the devil of my life. Yes, you heard it right.
Darya spent three years loving Micah, worshipping the ground he walked on. Until his neglect and his family's abuse finally woke her up to the ugly truth-he doesn't love her. Never did, never will. To her, he is a hero, her knight in shining armour. To him, she is an opportunist, a gold digger who schemed her way into his life. Darya accepts the harsh reality, gathers the shattered pieces of her dignity, divorces him, takes back her real name, reclaims her title as the country's youngest billionaire heiress. Their paths cross again at a party. Micah watches his ex-wife sing like an angel, tear up the dance floor, then thwart a lecher with a roundhouse kick. He realises, belatedly, that she's exactly the kind of woman he'd want to marry, if only he had taken the trouble to get to know her. Micah acts promptly to win her back, but discovers she's now surrounded by eligible bachelors: high-powered CEO, genius biochemist, award-winning singer, reformed playboy. Worse, she makes it pretty clear that she's done with him. Micah gears up for an uphill battle. He must prove to her he's still worthy of her love before she falls for someone else. And time is running out.
"Carroll Brown is dead! But you have to marry him in your sister's name." My mother said to me in a cold tone. My sister was engaged to the hottest billionaire. It should have been a perfect marriage. Unexpectedly, Carroll was dead in an accident. My sister didn't want to become a widow, so she forced me to marry her dead fiance. And I had no right to refuse her. Actually, I was the biological daughter of the Smith family. My sister was an adoptive one. My sister and I had been swapped at the hospital when we were just born. My parents had already had a deep relationship with her. So they chose to sacrifice me. On the wedding day, I was taken to the mourning hall. "Ma'am, please keep Master company and let him feel warm." The housekeeper said with a cold expression. I couldn't help but look up at the portrait above the coffin, and my heart skipped a beat at this glance. The man in the portrait was more handsome than the superstars in Hollywood. Carroll Brown? My dead husband? Wow, he was really handsome! I didn't know how long had passed when my stomach began to rebel. After one glance at the coffin, I swallowed my saliva and then begged with my fingers crossed. "Mr. Carroll, I'm starving! May I eat your pastries? You don't mind, do you?" "I do." "Ah!" Scared, I broke out in a cold sweat. My legs went limp, and I fell to the ground. I shouted, "Ghost!" Carroll curled his lips, leaned over, and touched the black coffin. "Mr. Carroll has risen from the dead. What do you think of this headline tomorrow?"
Eliza Greer was abandoned by her mother, raised in an orphanage, and sold to the Burns family at 19. Even though she marries Mason Burns, the other people in the Burns family look down on her for her poor identity and want to try every way to bully her. Unexpectedly, they all failed. Eliza's hidden identities are gradually revealed in one incident after another, which astonishes everyone.
"There will be no falling in love, we will only act as a loving couple when we are in public, we will share a room to make it believable, but no intimacy, touching is off-limits. We'll only have sex once a month, and that's solely to produce an heir. You won't interfere in my business, and I won't interfere in yours. You will be my wife in every sense and you will not be involved with any other man," he said, arrogance seeping from every word. I watch his mouth move, I'm not ready to fall in love with any man, especially not one as arrogant and egoistic as him. I can handle acting as a loving couple, and as for intimacy once a month. I can agree to that just to satisfy my sexual cravings with no strings attached. "Where can I sign?" I asked since I had nothing to lose. *** Nadine's wedding dreams turned to nightmares when she caught her sister and fiancé cheating! With a secret recording, she's ready for revenge. But then mysterious billionaire Logan West offers a deal: A Contract Marriage to take down her ex's empire. But what Nadine doesn't know is her life is getting complicated as she takes her chance to get revenge or risks everything for a chance at love?"
Allison fell in love with Ethan Iversen, the soon-to-be Alpha of the Moonlight Crown pack. She always wanted him to notice her. Meanwhile, Ethan was an arrogant Alpha who thought a weak Omega could not be his companion. Ethan's cousin, Ryan Iversen, who came back from abroad and was the actual heir of the pack, never tried to get the position nor did he show any interest in it. He was a popular playboy Alpha but when he came back to the pack, one thing captured his eyes and that was Allison.
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. .