I'm Yours Forever

Train eluded marriage for eight years. He will not marry even if all his friends die. Even if the world ends, he will never tie himself to a woman. He's enjoying his bachelorhood. But it seems that he and Krisz Romero have different thoughts. eight years have passed but he still insists that they get married. To the point that she can give her body to him just so he can marry her. Train knew that he was in trouble when he felt the beast between his legs awakened at the sight of Krisz nudity. but he is tough and will not simply allow his desire for the girl to affect his decision. But when his father suffered a heart attack, he had no choice but to succumb to his father's wish. And that is to marry Krisz Romero. As a good son, he agreed to his father's request. he married Krisz and as the days went by that they were married, he asked himself. Did he really marry Krisz because that's what his father wanted or because he wanted to claim the girl every night and legally be his property?

"I just want to know why you're distancing yourself." "I want to know," he said with a deep sigh, his voice still trembling. "I want to know why you have to say those things to Yves!?" "What things?" "That you love me?" "Why? Don't I?" She sobbed even harder. Nena shook, her weakened arms slipping from the young man's grip, so Clint held onto her tighter. She shook her head in protest. "Don't I, Nena?" She shook her head. "N-No!" "No?!" he mocked despite his tears. "Didn't I make you feel it? You know my actions were stating it clearly, Nena. How much I want you, how much I need you, how much I hunger for you, damn it, Nena!" tears streamed down the man's cheeks. "How could you not feel it?" "If you love me, that sex is not the only basis!" she cried. "I needed something more than that! Love is what I needed, not just sex!" "My love was with it, with my kisses, with my every touch, Nena," the man weakly defended. "That's the only way I can show you I love you because I thought, I thought I haven't progressed yet. I loved before, and I believed he loved me because, like you, no matter how crude and foolish my actions were, it was okay. No matter how cruel I am to you, in bed or outside of it, you just took it. It's my fault if I hurt you; I am constantly testing you because..." He struggled to continue, a lump in his throat before exhaling it all, "I am constantly testing you because I promised myself that... if someone attempts to make me fall in love again, they should suffer for it. All my love, all my effort... everyone took them all for granted, way too many times, Nena! Too many! My family, my brother, that wretched two-timer, all of them! And deep down, I know that if you do the same to me and I don't take caution..." his lips quivered as tears continued to flow freely from his eyes, "... I think I'll die, Nena... I might die, Nena. I've only just started holding back my feelings for you, and it hurts so much." He bowed his head, tasting his own tears as they landed on his lips. "Why?" she cried. "Why like this?" She lifted her gaze to the man. "You're so unfair." Even her hands were shaking now, not just her voice. "They hurt you, yet you didn't make them suffer to feel loved. I, who truly love you, you make suffer!" "I'm sorry," he said, staring with tears wetting his face.

Lysandra was defenceless against the officer's dark gaze, nothing could have warned her of just how dangerously illicit it would be to engage herself with the brute. Her panties dampened further as she gave in to her body and allowed herself a night in the addictive stranger's bed. Mikel Silvetti napped like a coil the instant he saw her sitting alone at the local bar. The vixen would be his. Nothing would stop him from claiming her; not her age, morals or his brother and her mother's upcoming marriage. She was his prey and like a predator, he refused to cease his hunt. Especially when the prize was this delectable; so intoxicating, he could practically taste the sweet juices leaking from her drenched core. With his cock saluting the red haired woman, Mikel went in for the kill. He'd fuck her hard, mark her indefinitely and chain her to him if it was the last thing he did...

I clenched my legs together as my eyes gawked at the nude man across from me. Water from the shower head rained down on the large, tanned male. I told myself to look away, to give the guy some privacy, but my eyes couldn't give two shits about common decencys. I licked my lips and fisted my hands, the strangers muscles rippled as he rinsed himself of suds. I squirmed around uncomfortably as my panties dampened and my core pleaded for a release. Screw the snake-tongued billionaires and whale sized diamond rings, if I hadn't escaped the golden cage, I'd never have had the chance to witness a taunt male ass as fine as the one currently seducing me. And, that's how I find myself; homeless, penniless and slowly turning into a pervert. Great...

Elisa watched as the most important people in her life showered the evil imposter-The fake heiress, with love. Elisa, the lost daughter of one of the most wealthiest family was found 18 years later and was brought back to her rightful home. However, someone had already taken her place. A fake heiress, the pampered little princess. Her coy acting and innocent façade made Elisa's real mother love her more than Elisa, her real daughter. That made Elisa, though, the true daughter end up as an adopted child. "Elisa, could you try not to appear in front of her too much as it could trigger her insecurities." Her parents had told her because of the fake heiress. "Elisa, You've taken everything away from her. Why can't you give her a little more?" Her fiancé had ordered her. Because of an unfortunate accident plotted by Isabelle-The fake heiress, Elisa was sent to prison and her family cut ties with her without a second thought. Four years, after much torture which led to her being crippled and blind on one eye, she was released, but got hit by a truck. While laying on the pool of her blood, she wanted to question, Why? Why had they all treated her so cruelly, while they love Isabelle unconditionally? She badly wanted to rip off Isabelle's mask of innocence, to reveal the fake, manipulative woman beneath. She was full of hatred. But after her death, she woke up back to when she was 18 years like all that happened were all nightmare. She was elated. She was reborn to re-live all that had happened in her last life, but now, her mission was to reveal mask beneath that woman and make everyone that made her suffer in her past life pay. It was her time for revenge! And definitely, she won't mess this up!

Elodie took a deep breath and knocked, the sound echoing in the quiet corridor. A moment of silence passed, broken only by the pounding of her heart. Finally, the door snicked open, revealing a surprised Dashiell. 'Can't you see the Do Not Disturb sign? We don't want-' His initial frown quickly morphed into confusion at the sight of his wife. 'What are you doing here?' he demanded. 'Your girlfriend invited me,' Elodie replied, her voice laced with icy calm. She tried to peer past him, but his broad frame blocked the view. A saccharine voice chimed in from within the room. 'Elodie? Oh dear, we didn't mean for you to find out this way. It's just that-' Elodie cut her short. 'Oh please, Selene. Spare me the fake apologies. You wouldn't have sent me all those texts if you didn't want me to know.' Dashiell shifted uncomfortably, his face a mask of annoyance. 'What texts?' Elodie stepped past him, taking in the luxurious suite with a sardonic smile. The king-sized bed, the scattered rose petals, the lingering scent of sex – it all painted a vivid picture of their betrayal. She looked up at Dashiell, her gaze unwavering. 'I want a divorce.' ****** Dashiell lived a life of luxury, surrounded by the best things money could buy. But when a car accident left him vulnerable, he met Elodie, a seemingly ordinary woman who nursed him back to health. Mistaking her for just another employee, Dashiell entered into a loveless marriage with her solely for convenience. However, fate had a different script in store. Elodie, the 'ordinary nurse,' held a secret more precious than any diamond: she was the sole heiress to Northstar, a vast and powerful enterprise. Unaware of her true identity, Dashiell cast her aside when his ex-girlfriend returned, leaving Elodie humiliated. But Elodie was not one to be easily broken. She shed the facade of the meek nurse, reclaiming her rightful inheritance and stepping into the role of Northstar's CEO. Now, the woman Dashiell discarded was the one holding the reins of power. As Elodie thrives in her new role, Dashiell is consumed by regret. He finally sees Elodie for the extraordinary woman she truly is, realising the depth of his mistake. But will his remorse be enough to win back the heart he so carelessly discarded?

Desperate to handle her grandmother's towering medical bills, Gianna agreed to a contract marriage with Tristan, the enigmatic man she'd once shared a one-night stand with. She assumed they'd fulfill each other's needs and dissolve the arrangement once the terms expired. Unbeknownst to Gianna, this marriage was a dream Tristan had clung to for ten relentless years. Certain she was just filling someone else's role, Gianna prepared to leave when that other woman returned. But Tristan, his eyes burning with unspoken emotion, seized her trembling hand and declared, "You’re mine. Now and always."

Kallie, a mute who had been ignored by her husband for five years since their wedding, also suffered the loss of her pregnancy due to her cruel mother-in-law. After the divorce, she learned that her ex-husband had quickly gotten engaged to the woman he truly loved. Holding her slightly rounded belly, she realized that he had never really cared for her. Determined, she left him behind, treating him as a stranger. Yet, after she left, he scoured the globe in search of her. When their paths crossed once more, Kallie had already found new happiness. For the first time, he pleaded humbly, "Please don't leave me..."  But Kallie's response was firm and dismissive, cutting through any lingering ties. "Get lost!"

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."

Veronica is an eighteen-year-old omega who falls into an emotional breakdown when her Mate, who was soon to be the Alpha of the Sun crest pack, turns against her, hurls hurtful words at her, and rejects her on the night of the full moon festival because he and everyone in the pack, including her, thinks she is an omega. As if the pain of rejection, helplessness, and worthlessness wasn't enough, she lost her best and only friend to the cold hands of death when rogue wolves attacked their pack. Right in the presence of her mate, she was tagged as someone who always attracted problems and calamities anywhere she went and he turned a blind eye and watched as she was banished from the pack. With hatred for her life, she runs deep into the woods that were off-limits and jumps off to end her life, but in a turn of events, something else happens. What would her mate do when he finds out that Veronica is not who he thinks she is? Will she be able to forgive him? What fate lies ahead for them?