Eveyln White was used to living a double life - college student by day at the top of her class, mousy and introverted, and a bombshell stripper by night only known as Eve. Things all come to a head when her bouncer boyfriend, Charlie, angers a patron of the club, who turns out to be one of the most dangerous men in the world, Mafia Boss Antonio Bernoti.
"This man is just taking too long," I grumbled under my breath while tapping my pen on the desk.
I was wasting enough time as it is, listening to a lecture I already read a lot about and the man had nothing new to offer on it. I was standing up by the time the professor said the last sentence.
My back strapped over my shoulder and my notebook in hand, i left the class of murmuring students through the back door. I was already late.
This professor for the semester's course was always so damned slow, i groused in my head.
It was already 5pm now and yet i had not been able to go grocery shopping or get my nails done... it was a long list of things I had to do. I quickly reached the bus stop and just in time too, because the bus had just arrived.
"Ticket please," the driver said and I handed it to him. He punched a hole in it and handed it back to me and I moved in to find a free seat at the back of the bus, where I wouldn't be disturbed.
I was proud of being able to support myself through college. Now I was in my last year of being a business admin major. If only the job that I had was something i could openly talk about.
Being a stripper was the only thing that could pay my bills in the way i needed them to, and it was where i had met my boyfriend, so i couldn't be so ungrateful.
The bus stopped right in front of the grocery shop and i hurried out. I had to be at home within the next thirty minutes if I was going to be able to get my nails done on time. It was either that or I would have to ask one of the other girls in the club to do them for me quickly.
They always did a shoddy job and I didn't trust anyone but myself to take care of doing my own things - makeup, nails, and hair.
I used the self-checkout counter and speedily scanned my provide, paying with my credit card and leaving the grocery shop in quick strides.
The first thing I did once I got home was to replace my glasses with my contact lenses, which served to amplify the glow of my eyes more.
They were gorgeous eyes, according to my manager, and made me look exotic. It served to increase the allure of my face, and I could understand why no one could ever link the idea that daytime me was a glasses-wearing, sweatpants and jeans and hoodie clad girl. Eve, my persona for performances, was anything but a quiet, introverted girl from college.
Before I had a shower and began to do my hair, I heated up the frozen pizza meal I had gotten, grating extra parmesan cheese on it before eating two delicious slices. Usually I ended up not eating until I got home after work.
So this was the only chance I would have before then. Contrary to what most people thought, most of us working at the strip club never left our homes with a face full of makeup. It would be a dead giveaway to the neighbors too much.
I waved Mrs Dedrick who watched me leave from the third floor with a polite smile. She always gave me those looks and I didnt have the nerve to ask her why. "Where to?" The taxi driver asked me as I boarded, and I gave him the address.
The way he hesitated after hearing it made me want to roll my eyes at him. If he wanted to judge a paying customer then that was his choice.
Seconds later he shifted his car into gear and began to drive, muttering something I didn't care to listen to under his breath. I was used to others' looks and whispering behind my back or under their breath about me and my work.
Of course they never had the courage to say such things to my face, because most of them were cowards.
I had lost both my parents who were both only children of their parents, and had been plunged into a world of no one to hold onto, who would support me and care about me.
For me to keep myself going this far on my own was an accomplishment to me, no matter how I did it. As the taxi rolled up to the strip club, I saw the neon signs loud and clear. Delight's Strip Club, the signage said, along with the image of a woman in lingerie.
After laying the disgruntled driver my fare, I quickly exited the cab and rushed towards the back door, passing by the dimly lit entrance which had a short queue of about four or five men waiting for the bouncers to search their bodies.
I spotted the platinum blonde hair of my boyfriend though, as he searched the body of one of the men. As if I had called his name, Charlie raised his head and spotted me. Our eyes met and I felt warmth and joy from seeing him.
"Hey," I mouthed at him with a smile and he gave me a nod and a wink. My boyfriend, Charlie, was a charmer. I liked everything about him; his six-foot height, and his bulk that made me feel so safe and protected.
Even his crude humor that I could only shake my head at with a rueful smile when he spouted jokes.
I often wondered if he cared that his girlfriend was a stripper but once when I asked him about it he shrugged and simply replied that he had dated an escort once, and he was used to the life of girls like me.
I didn't want to think about that too much, but I was only happy he loved me as I was. But I had to take my mind off him, for I was shortly prepping for my set.
The other girls milling about were loudly talking about one thing or the other and it made for good background noise.
The bass of the music pounded through the entire club, even in the dressing room I could feel it. And it was igniting a fire inside me, like it always did.
Gone was the sweatpants set and I put on the black lace lingerie set and black platform studded heels for the stage performance I would be having.
It also came with matching satin gloves and a mask. I applied dark red lipstick and I liked the way it put everything together.
I was ready.
And I heard my name being called.
Time for Eve to dance.
Talia has spent her whole life as an escort to get by, yet everything changes on a single job. Kidnapped for a reason she knows not, she is brought face to face with Lorenzo, feared Mafia Don and King of the underworld. Intrigued by her, he takes her as his prized possession and she is all too eager to play the role if it means her survival. If only she could keep her head straight and ignore her deadly attraction to him. An offer comes that she cannot refuse, to act as a spy and put an end to Lorenzo 's reign. She longs for freedom, yet the more she spends around him, her heart begins to falter. When the time comes, will she have the strength to betray him? Or will deeper feelings get in the way. Will she be his lover, or the reason for his destruction?
Betrayed By One Now Wanted by Four Men! His Betrayal! On the dawn of her wedding day, Ember's life is thrown upside down as she is falsely accused of being behind the death of the Alpha, but while in prison, she discovers that her mate, alongside her best friend, had planned all this out to get rid of her and her unborn child. Her Second Chance! Upon escaping as a way to protect her children, she is soon caught by her raging mate; on her knees. A shot rings out, causing her to let out a scream, clenching her tummy before missing a step and falling down the cliff. For the sake of her kids, she begs to be saved. Her prayers but in the form of her second-chance mates...The rumored, feared, and ruthless Lycan Kings of the south. Her Revenge! It almost seemed like it was her second chance to make the man that had caused her pain bleed...Seeing that the Grey brothers, her second chance mates, will set the world ablaze for a mere scratch on their mate, she soon becomes an unbeatable force...One whose mission was to ruin Bloodhound Pack...she wouldn't heed straight on but rather start from the most minor factor and pull her strings. *** Two Lycan kings with a despicable past that would make anyone normal run far away and several maniac exes-the man who had attempted to kill her. A stranger appears from nowhere, claiming he was betrothed to her, and also holds the key to unlocking a part of her that was lost a long time ago. Vowing not to let the fates run her life, will she be able to make the right decision before it ruins other lives? Including hers?
Her mate’s violent rejection, an unintentional confession from her parents and the shame from the well spread rumour decides Iris’fate in one night. She was going to jump off a cliff, an end to a life destined to be long suffering mixed with violent shame. But what happens when her supposed death opens doors that some individuals preferred closed and what happens when circumstances and fate place her in a position that she eventually needed to be saved from. A choice between the life she knew with a man who despised her or a life with the man who had alot of secrets. A death she didn’t bargain for, a reunion she didn’t see coming… She was supposed to be dead, that was the plan but what if some people took it personally?
To the public, she was the CEO's executive secretary. Behind closed doors, she was the wife he never officially acknowledged. Jenessa was elated when she learned that she was pregnant. But that joy was replaced with dread as her husband, Ryan, showered his affections on his first love. With a heavy heart, she chose to set him free and leave. When they met again, Ryan's attention was caught by Jenessa's protruding belly. "Whose child are you carrying?!" he demanded. But she only scoffed. "It's none of your business, my dear ex-husband!"
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."
As a simple assistant, messaging the CEO in the dead of night to request shares of adult films was a bold move. Bethany, unsurprisingly, didn't receive any films. However, the CEO responded that, while he had no films to share, he could offer a live demonstration. After a night filled with passion, Bethany was certain she'd lose her job. But instead, her boss proposed, "Marry me. Please consider it." "Mr. Bates, you're kidding me, right?"
"You're mine, little puppy," Kylan growled against my neck. A soft gasp escaped my lips as his lips brushed my skin. My mind screamed at me to push him away-the Lycan Prince who had humiliated me again and again, but my body betrayed me, leaning into him before I could stop myself. He pressed his lips against mine, and his kiss grew more aggressive, more possessive as I felt my legs weaken. What was I doing? In a split-second, I pulled away and slapped him hard across the face. Kylan's eyes darkened, but the smirk on his lips exposed his amusement. "You and I both know we can't fight this, Violet," he said, gripping my wrist. "You're my mate." "And yet you don't want me," I replied. "You told me you were ashamed of me, that l'd never be your queen, that you'd never love me. So please, accept my rejection and let me go." "Never," he whispered, his grip tightening as he pulled me closer. "Soon enough, you'll be begging for me. and when you do-I'll use you as I see fit and then I'll reject you."
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?"
Loraine was a dutiful wife to Marco since they got married three years ago. However, he treated her like trash. Nothing she did softened his heart. One day, Loraine got fed up with it all. She asked him for a divorce and left him to enjoy with his mistress. The elites looked at her like she was deranged. "Are you out of your mind? Why are you so willing to divorce him?" "It's because I need to return home to get a billion-dollar fortune. Besides, I don't love him anymore," Loraine replied with a smile. They all laughed at her. Some believed that the divorce affected her mentally. It wasn't until the next day that they realized she wasn't fibbing. A woman was suddenly declared the world's youngest female billionaire. It turned out to be Loraine! Marco was shocked to the bone. When he met his ex-wife again, she was a changed person. A group of handsome young men surrounded her. She was smiling at them all. The sight made Marco's heart ache severely. Putting his pride aside, he tried to win her back. "Hello, love. I see that you are a billionaire now. You shouldn't be with suckers who just want your money. How about you come back to me? I'm a billionaire too. Together, we can build a strong empire. What do you say?" Loraine squinted at her ex-husband with her lips curled in disgust.