When billionairess Gina starts receiving death threats, she doesn't take it very seriously until she is ambushed and almost assassinated. There, she finds out her handsome personal assistant– Scott, is a werewolf, a breed which she has always thought was a myth. Alpha Scott, leader of his pack, is on a quest to find the rogues that killed his parents, but he's also trying to protect his mate, Gina, at all costs. Once Gina got over her initial shock, she decides to make the best out of the unexpected revelation and take Scott as her bodyguard. With everything they were dealing with together, there's no doubt that they're bound to get closer and fall in love with each other. But what happens when Gina's ex comes back to town and wants to rekindle things with Gina? And when Gina realizes she's at the verge of losing her life and her company all at once? How would she deal with everything at once, along with the fact that she's mated to a werewolf, who she was undoubtedly starting to fall in love with.
Gina sat back in her chair and threw the envelope across her table as she looked out of her high-rise window. The hustle and bustle of New Orleans made for a very interesting Monday morning, and she usually spent up to twenty minutes just people watching from the seventh floor of her company. But today, her eyes were glazed and unfocused as she twirled the chair around absently, a frown on her face. Another letter had come again, the fifteenth one over the last three months, in the same cursive handwriting and ominous courier service.
The same words in five lines threatening to end her short life if she didn't step down as CEO of Green's Apparel. She'd be damned if she let the death threats get to her, especially when she knew who was sending them. To her, it was just a waste of ink and paper as well as some fine handwriting. If only she could write like that... Gina's thoughts trailed off as she opened a drawer and began to look over the previous stacks of letters, trying to figure out how the letters curved so delicately. She was so focused on it that she didn't notice when her assistant entered the room and walked over to her with a file in his hands until he cleared his throat loudly. "Gina, did you hear what I said?" The guy asked, and her head whipped up in surprise as her eyes darted between her PA and the office door. How had he gotten in without her knowledge? Instinctively, she scrambled the letters to herself protectively in a haste and dropped them into the drawer but her assistant simply raised his brows and dropped what he was holding on her table. "Why are you looking over those letters?" He questioned and moved forward to look at them when his left leg brushed against something. She watched with bated breath as he bent down and picked up the envelope from the ground, his eyes scanning through it. When he finished reading it, he held it up to her. "Again? Gina, what are you going to do about your stepmother?" She shrugged and twirled her chair back to face the window again. This time, she noticed as two black cars parked beside the front gate of her company and two men dressed in sharp black suits stepped out. The investors she was due to have a meeting with, and she glanced at her wristwatch and sighed sharply. There was still almost an hour before the meeting, so why were they here? Her thoughts were scrambled for a second before she remembered that these particular duo liked being very punctual, to a fault and she relaxed. Finally, she turned to her personal assistant who was still standing opposite her with a frown on his face as he waited for an answer. Scott was the most helpful worker Gina had ever had, and he had somehow managed to get under her skin and develop a friendly sort of relationship. She saw how he did his best to run his job specifications smoothly, as well as help with hers if he could. She only had one issue with him. As a personal assistant, he got off work quite early and was rarely available for work emergencies. Especially at night, and for someone like her that loved being active at the night, that was a big minus. Still, she couldn't deny how efficient he was in managing her day-to-day activities, and she wouldn't trade his input for anything. "I don't know," she answered and flipped a loose strand of her finger over her ears as she twisted the edge of her nail in her hands. "I know for sure that she's the culprit, but without evidence, I can't do anything." Gina's stepmother had been vying for the office she now sat in ever since she could remember, and as soon as her father died, the woman tried to take everything away and leave Gina out of it. But, her father's love was thicker than it seemed at surface level, and everyone was surprised including herself when he left the company in charge of her young hands. At twenty-one and fresh out of business school, she had returned home from business school in Canada to learn of her father's death. She had not even been given proper time to grieve before the task of handling Green's Apparel was placed on her shoulders. Gina remembered with a small shake of her head, how her stepmother had fought against her becoming the CEO but her father's wish had been set gravelly in stone. Now six years later and with several achievements to her name as well as massive growth in the company, the woman decided to go all out and start threatening her life. Gina had resolved to fight for her legacy with everything she had, even if it meant her death. She heard a noise around her and brought her focus to the present, just as her personal assistant started to hit the table lightly again with his hand. She gave him a small frown and he sighed lightly. "Are you alright though? You seem...shaken." Gina barked out a short laugh."Of course, I'm shaken. Who wouldn't be?" She raised her hands above her head and shook them. "My stepmother is after my life, and I don't have any evidence to arrest her, besides this nice handwriting and unknown delivery service," she explained with frustration while she subtly checked the time for her meeting. "Sorry about that," Scott apologized and put a hand on his hip as he leaned over and sat on one of her chairs. She raised a brow but said nothing and neither did he for a second. Normally, Gina would have complained about the fact that he didn't ask for permission, but with Scott, things were a bit different. "I don't want to seem negative or pessimistic, but what if she pushes through with the threat and decided to send assassins after you?" He asked, but she shrugged and pointed at him casually. "That's why I have you." Scott let out a small laugh but stopped when he saw the frown on her face. Shit, his boss was serious. "No offense, but I may not always be around to defend you," he answered and leaned forward, his green eyes shining brightly as an idea formed in his head. I have a suggestion for you though. Why don't you hire a bodyguard?" "A bodyguard? Hmm..." The thought had never crossed her mind, as she always saw the letters as only threats. Nothing more. Besides, she didn't want to seem so uptight about the issue, and her stepmother was probably trying to scare her into leaving. She nearly debunked the idea, but the time for her meeting was already near and she needed some time to prepare for it. She stood up and nodded once, moving over to a small shelf as she flipped a switch and the front transformed into a full-length mirror. "Okay, I'll think about it. It's a good idea." She started arranging her hair and makeup, while she looked at her PA through the mirror. "You can go. I need to prepare for my meeting," she said, firmly dismissing him. He nodded and started to leave the room, but he paused at the door and turned back to face her. "Also, you may need to get some defensive classes to protect yourself. Just in case." Gina instantly laughed at that, trying and failing to imagine herself swinging blows in a karate classroom clothed in a white robe. She playfully shooed Scott away, not noticing the intense look he gave her before closing the door behind him. The investors came soon after that and Gina put on a calm demeanor and pitched her ideas to them, struggling not to think about the increasing amount of letters under her desk. In a normal situation, she would have been planning how to destress with family or friends but she had none. The only semblance of a friend she had was her personal assistant, and she certainly couldn't offload her problems on him. Especially the personal ones that had to do less with the threats and her stepmother. In the middle of her thoughts, one of the investors asked her a question and she looked at him blankly for a second before it processed in her head and she answered him fluently. After that, she pushed everything else to the back of her head and focused on the men that would give her five million dollars if she impressed them. Soon afterward they left with a promise to call her, and she did a happy dance for some minutes before her mini alarm chimed and she started to pack her bags, ready to close up for the day. One nice thing about being a CEO, is you got to come to work and leave whenever you felt like it, but the bad part? The rest of your day was spent at home in front of your computer, continuing the work from where you left off at the office. Just as she stood up, Scott came into the office with an imperceptible frown on his face. "Gina, Dave is here to see-" "Hi, babe! It's been a while." The guy brushed past Scott and strode into her office, his arms spread wide in a hug.
"You know, you always look so much better when I mark you up." He husked out as he palmed my burning cheeks. I buried my face in the soft, silky sheets some more, muffling the stuttered whimper that bubbled past my throat. "If you're going to act like a desperate little brat, I'm going to treat you like one. Got It?” ——— When eighteen year old Mia’s identical twin gets betrothed to an underboss, Mia was silently grateful for being the least favorite twin who was never noticed. Her relief was abruptly shortened when her twin disappeared on her wedding day, which resulted in Mia being forced to take her twin’s spot and marry a man way older than her father. Mia thought her life could never get any worse, but was proved wrong on her wedding night, when her newly wedded husband was killed and she was being kidnapped by a Mafia Lord hellbent on getting revenge on her father through her, showing her just how cruel and heartless, power starved and rage-blinded men could be. And yet, Mia found herself falling. Falling ridiculously fast, for the most dangerous mafia lord to ever walk the earth. Lorenzo Domenico, the one who never dies. All Lorenzo wanted was to get revenge, he was supposed to put a bullet through the petite girl’s pretty face and send her body back to her father as a present. But somehow, here he was– willing to go to any lengths to protect, keep her safe, and all to himself.
“Mummy, Is the President our daddy?” Layla asked curiously, head tilted sideways. Her brothers listened in attentively, obviously wanting a response. I forced out a chuckle as I crouched low before her to cup her soft cheeks. “Honey, the president isn’t your daddy. The President is a very wicked person.” “But, we met him today and he was very polite. He even complimented my hair.” Layla continued earnestly and my heart hammered against my chest fearfully. “Cupcakes, whenever you run into the President; stay away from him because he’s very cruel, okay?” ~~~ Zendaya Montclair unwillingly got into a contract marriage with the President and suffered a great deal in the marriage– from having to break up with her high school sweetheart because of the marriage, to depression, to public humiliation– to her ex-boyfriend whom she was still in love with, getting married to her supposed best friend. Zendaya was heartbroken. She got drunk that night and spent it in her husband’s bed, which instantly led to an accidental pregnancy. The President wanted her to get rid of the pregnancy because he never saw her as a mother of his future children and only a wife of convenience. That was the last straw. Zendaya left everything behind and fled, promising herself to come back for revenge on every single person who had wronged her. Including the President, she was going to make him pay!
“I hate you. I’ve always hated you.” He gruffed in annoyance and I snorted while folding my arms. “Best believe the feeling is fucking mutual.” “Care to explain why you’re always giving me the ‘look’ then?” He demanded, a smirk tugging at the sides of his lips. “What stupid look?” “Like you want me to fuck you.” ~~~ It was a hate-at-first-sight thing. Ava would gladly strangle the ridiculously rude stranger who had collided into her and ruined her entire plans for the day, while Mason never wanted to have another encounter with the clumsiest person he had ever come across. Neither of them expected that the next time they’d be seeing each other again, is to be officially introduced to one another as step siblings. Things didn’t get better from there, it got worse. Especially now that they had to live in the same house. Things drastically take a left turn when their parents plans a ‘first family’s vacation’, but were unable to make an appearance as scheduled because of some last minute changes, leaving Ava and Mason by themselves, all alone on an island. For three weeks. Ava passionately hated Mason, until she didn't. Till she couldn’t pretend to not notice how insanely good looking he was… till she couldn’t pretend to be immune to Mason’s intense gaze and lingering touches… Till she couldn’t deny that she wanted Mason to play her curvy body like she was his favorite guitar… Till she couldn’t deny that she had gone ahead and fallen head over heels, for Mason.
“Don’t make me repeat myself twice, part those legs for me, Bunny.” His deep voice which always sends my brain reeling due to how silky it sounds, washed over me slowly as he murmured quietly against my throat. I tried to point out to him that there was no way I’d be able to do as told with his legs still pinning mine down, but the words died down in my throat when he sucked the skin over my beating pulse into his mouth. “Go on. You want to be good for me, don’t you?” “I— I do.” I choked out, letting out a breathy whimper when he wrapped his free hand around my throat and squeezed on it a little. ——— Forced to marry the ruthless mafia lord, whom everyone was afraid of at the age of eighteen, Sofia had no other choice but to follow her father’s wishes like a dutiful daughter was supposed to. While Luca Ricci only took a wife, because he wasn’t getting any younger at the age of thirty-three. She was the angel to his demons, the light to his darkness, the innocence to his sins… He wanted to protect her, since the moment he locked eyes with hers on their wedding day and saw the amount of fright brewing in it. He wanted to make her good for him, to mark her as his; with his handprints on her ass and his cum dripping off her face. To own her completely, to wrap his hand around her throat and do so many sinful things to her body. But he was the mafia lord, and danger just seems to be lurking around him, wherever he goes, and in whatever he does. He must protect his wife at all costs.
Arranged to marry a man she had never met at age twenty, Caroline wasn’t keen about it, but ended up reluctantly agreeing to the contract marriage on realizing there was going to be a huge sum of money involved. The marriage ended up being a complete whirlpool of different things for Caroline and her husband, Richard, and they ended up getting a divorce, before parting ways. Five years into the future, a freshly shot patient gets rushed to the hospital in which Caroline works, who surprising turns out to be her ex-husband, Richard. Love really does bloom in unexpected situations and Richard ends up falling for Caroline harder than he ever thought possible, realizing that he could never let her go this time, especially now that he knew she had beared him a son.
Gina is a young, hard working lady who gets heart broken on realizing that her boyfriend had been cheating on her ever since they started dating. Single and determined to take life as it comes, Gina comes across Henry, a good looking billionaire whom she misunderstood at first glance – which led them to part ways on the wrong foot. Unfortunately for her, where she ended up finding a job, was owned by Henry– and he refused her from getting offered a job immediately. Gina desperately apologized for the previous time they met because she desperately needed the job at that moment. Henry finally throws her a deal, for her to get married to him for a certain period of time, before she could get offered a job. Gina thinks that was the most absurd thing she’s ever heard, but that didn’t stop her from agreeing to get married to him when she saw the amount of money that was involved. Along the line, plans gets ruined, feelings gets hatched unknowingly and both individuals would come to realize just how fast and hard they were falling for one another, unhinged.
Drugged and deceived, she bore a child amidst tragedy-her son, falsely declared dead at birth. Fueled by the agony, she disappeared, only to return years later with both her daughter and an adopted son, driven by an unyielding desire for revenge against those who had wronged her and her late mother. The plot takes an unexpected twist when the haunting truth surfaces: her son is alive, and his father is a powerful CEO.
What happens when a hook-up gets complicated by a baby? Can she hide the secret from him? Or will he show her how possessive he can be when he learns she's carrying his child? "Seven years ago, I had a one-night stand with my brother's best friend, who also happened to be my lifelong crush. The next day, he vanished leaving me pregnant. Now, I am a single mom raising our son in the same small town. Recently, he returned to attend my brother's wedding and the truth about our son was finally revealed. As he reclaims his place in our lives, the sparks between us reignite. However, danger from his past threatens to shatter our newfound connection. I am torn between my love for him and my fear of getting hurt again, especially now that I have two hearts to protect - our son's and my own."
"Who is she?" I asked, feeling tears well up in my eyes. "He met her at the Alpha training camp," he said. "She is a perfect suitor for him. It snowed last night, indicating that his wolf is happy with his choice." My heart sank, and tears made their way down my cheeks. Alexander took my innocence last night, and now he is taking that thing in his office as his Luna. **** Emily never shifted on her 18th birthday and became the laughingstock of the pack. When her old crush, Alexander Black, returns from Alpha Training, she never expected him to be her mate. After a night of passionate love, Emily finds out that young Alpha Alexander has taken a chosen mate. Heartbroken and humiliated, Emily runs off and disappears from the pack. Now, five years later, Emily is a high-ranking warrior in King Alpha's army, specializing in sensitive matters. When her best friend invites her to a night of music and laughter, she never expects to run into her mate, Alexander. Will Alexander figure out it is Emily? Will he chase after her, and most of all, will Emily be able to keep her secrets safe?
"Miss Brown, I am the butler here at your service," the butler replied. "My master wants to buy the baby in your belly." "What?!" Does that mean the abortion didn't take place? Did they kidnap her from the operating table just to buy the baby? But why her? "You..." Alice was about to ask a question, but the man in front of her calmly continued, as if he had expected her question, "You're pregnant with his child, and he needs a child. That's all I can tell you." Alice was forced to sign a surrogacy contract and eight months later gave birth to two healthy babies. Fortunately, the man was unaware of her daughter's existence. It wasn't until five years later that fate brought them together again...
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.
Everyone was shocked to the bones when the news of Rupert Benton's engagement broke out. It was surprising because the lucky girl was said to be a plain Jane, who grew up in the countryside and had nothing to her name. One evening, she showed up at a banquet, stunning everyone present. "Wow, she's so beautiful!" All the men drooled, and the women got so jealous. What they didn't know was that this so-called country girl was actually an heiress to a billion-dollar empire. It wasn't long before her secrets came to light one after the other. The elites couldn't stop talking about her. "Holy smokes! So, her father is the richest man in the world?" "She's also that excellent, but mysterious designer who many people adore! Who would have guessed?" Nonetheless, people thought that Rupert didn't love her. But they were in for another surprise. Rupert released a statement, silencing all the naysayers. "I'm very much in love with my beautiful fiancee. We will be getting married soon." Two questions were on everyone's minds: "Why did she hide her identity? And why was Rupert in love with her all of a sudden?"