"It's getting hot in here, don't you think?" I shudder as my clit becomes wet with his smooth voice. I melt away in his arms. He kisses me with a passion I've never felt before, and I moan into his mouth, lost in the moment until I sense him kicking open a door. I realize we're in a room. He continues the kiss as I wrap my leg around him, pulling him closer, his erection pressing into me. I feel my panties dripping wet from arousal. He releases me, resting his back on the headboard, and grabs my thigh, pulling me closer. His hand goes to my hair, releasing it to let my curls fall freely. He guides his fingers from my scalp to the ends of the curls, muttering in a husky voice, "Fucking beautiful. ****** Jasmine found herself trapped in a loveless marriage. Her world shattered when she uncovered her husband's betrayal on his birthday. Heartbroken and betrayed, she made the difficult decision to leave him and start anew in Illinois, with her friend Ava by her side. As Jasmine tried to go through her new life, a one-night stand left her pregnant, uncertain about the father's identity. But complications arose as Maxwell, Jasmine's ex-husband, refused to let go. Jasmine discovered shocking truths about Ava's betrayal. As secrets unraveled and loyalties were tested, Would she find the strength to overcome the obstacles in her way? Could she trust her heart, or would the shadows of the past forever haunt her?
Jasmine
Sweat drips down my body despite being in an air-conditioned car. My hand trembles as I hold onto the divorce agreement. I can't believe I'm finally divorcing Maxwell.
We've been married for three years, and we were college sweethearts. Everyone looked forward to us tying the knot after graduation. The first year of our marriage was blissful, but afterward, I've been enduring the pain and heartache caused by his infidelity and emotional abuse. An unfaithful husband who shows no sign of changing.
Adding to the strain, I haven't been able to conceive in our three years of marriage. This has caused more tension between us.
I once overheard him complaining to his mom about how he desperately needs a child and how I'm unable to give him one.
I've been to the doctor several times, and I've been told that nothing is wrong with me.
I get out of my car and notice his car is parked in the garage. What is he doing at home at this time? He should be at work; he's the CEO of a multinational company.
I shake off the thought and make my way inside. The living room is quiet - Maxwell is never quiet when he's home; he always plays soft music.
I make my way to the bedroom, and then I hear a faint moan.
My heart begins to race as I realize that the moan is coming from the bedroom. I feel a sense of dread wash over me, and my mind starts to race with worst-case scenarios.
I slowly approach the bedroom door, my ears perked up to listen for any other sounds.
The moaning grows louder. "Ah, Max, faster. Mmn, Max, you are incredible."
I feel a stab of pain when I hear the words. As I slowly open the door to my bedroom, I realize a woman is bouncing on my husband while Maxwell squeezes her hips.
I am overwhelmed with anger. How can he bring a woman to our matrimonial bed? He can afford to go to a hotel.
I can't hold back as I step closer. They are oblivious to my presence, so I grab the woman by her hair. "You slut!" I shout in anger.
She lets out a scream like a banshee but refuses to let go of Maxwell; his dick is still stuck in her hole.
Maxwell's eyes widen in shock as he finally notices me. He tries to push the woman away, but she clings to him, her nails digging into his shoulders. "Get off him!" I yell, pulling harder on her hair.
"Let go of me!" she screams as she struggles with me, her nails scratching my arms.
My anger burns. I raise my hand and slap her across the face twice.
Her eyes widen in shock as she stumbles backward from the impact.
She regains her composure quickly and rushes at me, ready to fight. She grabs my hair, and I let out a scream, but I turn around and hold her by the neck, bring her hand to my mouth, and bite her as we tumble to the floor.
"Jasmine, stop!" Maxwell rushes over to break us apart, his manhood dangling. I am disgusted by him. The woman clings to Maxwell. I get up as they both stand, and I move to him, slap him across the face, and push him to the bed.
"What the hell," he mutters as he hurriedly gets off the bed and pulls on his pants.
"Maxwell, you have no shame bringing a whore to our matrimonial bed. I know I have tolerated your countless infidelities, but this is the height of it."
Maxwell looks at me in shock. He hasn't expected me to lash out at him and his whore like this. I have always been a submissive wife.
"And you," I say, pointing to the woman, "get the fuck out of this house this minute."
Her face darkens in an instant as she smirks coldly, her breasts fully on display and bouncing.
"What makes you think I'll fucking leave this house?" She turns to Maxwell. "Is this your wife? You say her pussy is dry and that she lies like a log of wood whenever you make love to her."
My face burns with shame and humiliation as the woman's crude words pierce me like a dagger.
This only adds to my outrage as my gaze is fixed on Maxwell. "Have you gone mad? How could you say such nonsense about me to her?"
"But I'm stating the obvious," he says with a shrug. I rush to him and kick him where the sun doesn't shine.
The shock and pain on his face are fleeting, but the satisfaction of giving him a taste of his own medicine is sweet.
As he doubles over, gasping for breath, I stand over him, my chest heaving with rage. "You deserve that, you're cheating, lying son of a bitch!" I spit out the words, my anger and hurt pouring out like venom.
The woman's eyes widen in shock, and she takes a step back as if realizing too late that she has underestimated me. I turn to her, my gaze blazing with fury.
"And you, you homewrecker tramp, get out of my house before I lose my mind completely!"
She gives a sadistic laugh. "Just give up, loser. You have been replaced, and you should get used to that. Throw her out!" she shouts.
I am dumbfounded when I see Maxwell make a move to get up and act on throwing me out, despite the pain I have caused him.
At that moment, I know there is no point in fighting. I raise my hand in defeat. "I'll go."
They both look at me in shock, wondering what has gotten into me. There is no point in fighting over a marriage that is over.
I step out of the room to retrieve my bag. When I walk back to my room, I notice that the woman is dressed now. I take out the divorce agreement. "Sign this. Let's go our separate ways."
Shock is an understatement for what I see on Maxwell's face. He knows I have always been a dutiful wife, longing for his love and attention, despite his indifference to me.
I have no idea that this is just the start of a journey into the unknown. I never imagined.
I gasp as pain throbs in my lower abdomen, as if I'm being split in half. "First time?" he asks, lowering his hand to my abdomen, his body tensing. I bite my lip to keep from answering, sensing his eyes flash with something dark. He pushes deeper inside me, and I wince. Pain shoots through me, but pleasure quickly follows, numbing me to the world. The sparks and tingles distract me from the discomfort. "So tight," he murmurs as he pulls out. "Please," I moan recklessly, knowing I should stop him but unable to resist the overwhelming pleasure. It feels so good. "Eager to feel my c**k," he growls as he thrusts back inside me, his voice making me forget the pain. The stretch burns as he goes deeper, but the pleasure consumes me. I lose myself, existing only for the man inside me. As the thrusts cease, his ragged breaths send shivers down my spine. I press my forehead into the pillow, disoriented. Suddenly, his teeth sink into my earlobe, pain shooting through my flesh. I try to grasp the pillow, but it slips away. "Mine..." He says in a low menacing voice whispers. Asher takes a deep breath, his chest rising and falling. Then, he says the words that shatter my heart. "I, Asher Knight, Alpha of the Redwood Pack, hereby reject you, Alethea Weaver of BloodMoon pack as my mate." ******** Alethea Weaver has always felt out of place, the youngest of three sisters and the only one who hasn't fully awakened her wolf. Haunted by mysterious dreams of a powerful mate, her life takes a darker turn when her father forces her to be a breeder to Xavier, the Beta of the Bluemoon Pack. But when Xavier's jealous girlfriend threatens her life, Alethea has no choice but to run. Alethea is attacked and saved by a shadowy figure-Alpha Asher, when he is hunting in the woods, knowing she is his fated mate. With her wolf still dormant, Alethea remains unaware of the deep connection between them. As their forbidden romance blooms, Asher, torn between duty and desire, ends things. A brutal accident leaves Alethea with no memory of her past-and no idea that she's carrying Asher's child. As she rebuilds her life, hidden truths, and long-buried secrets begin to resurface. Can Alethea unlock her true identity? Will she uncover why Asher pushed her away? And as rival packs close in, will she discover her power before it's too late?
"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?"
Harper and the billionaire, Josh, collide unexpectedly at the gym. He was rude and ordered her out of the gym. They meet again when Josh becomes Harper's boss, creating tension and emotions. Facing challenges at work, Harper stays strong, and Josh's feelings change. An arranged marriage plan by both parents makes things more complex, so Harper goes away to find peace. While Josh searches for her. They come up with a plan: pretend to be in a relationship to help Harper's dad's struggling business. As they work together, their feelings get stronger, but past mistakes bother them. Secrets come out, trust is tested, and their hearts are on the line. "The Billionaire Desires" is a story of second chances and unexpected love.
Clutching his shirt, I pull him closer, and he smirks, well aware of the effect he has on me. The wetness in my core intensifies with his touch. Realization dawns on me as I hastily push him away, panting heavily. His gaze, dark with lust, looks at me intently. The wetness beneath me and the pain in my neck subside, but the tingling sparks remain. His overpowering scent and minty breath envelop me. Then he whispers, "Lyra if I slip my finger inside you, I swear you are dripping wet for me. And you say you hate me?" That is the breaking point. Summoning all my strength, I push him away forcefully, slipping out of his grasp. ............................ Lyra fled for her life when falsely accused of poisoning the Alpha. Pursued, she was rescued by Lycan king Kessler, who she realized was her mate. However, he had killed her parents, making her conflicted. To meet her uncle's demands, she pretends loyalty to the Lycan king but faces threats from the Alpha wants her dead. Her uncle insists on her having an heir with the Lycan king. The Lycan king refused to mate with her. Lyra's journey unfolds as she wrestles with these challenges – will she overcome them or succumb to the pressure?
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."
After three loveless years, Neil's betrayal deeply wounded Katelyn. She wasted no time in getting rid of that scoundrel! After the divorce, she devoted herself to career pursuits. Rising to prominence as a top designer, skilled doctor, and brilliant hacker, she became a revered icon. Neil, realizing his grave mistake, tried in vain to win her back, only to witness her magnificent wedding to another. As their vows were broadcast on the world's largest billboard, Vincent slid a ring onto Katelyn's finger and declared, "Katelyn is now my wife, a priceless treasure. Let all who covet her beware!"
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.
“Drive this woman out!” "Throw this woman into the sea!” When he doesn’t know Debbie Nelson’s true identity, Carlos Hilton cold-shoulders her. “Mr. Hilton, she is your wife,” Carlos’ secretary reminded him. Hearing that, Carlos gives him a cold stare and complained, “why didn’t you tell me earlier?” From then on, Carlos spoils her rotten. Little did everyone expect that they would get a divorce.
Rumors said that Lucas married an unattractive woman with no background. In the three years they were together, he remained cold and distant to Belinda, who endured in silence. Her love for him forced her to sacrifice her self-worth and her dreams. When Lucas' true love reappeared, Belinda realized that their marriage was a sham from the start, a ploy to save another woman's life. She signed the divorce papers and left. Three years later, Belinda returned as a surgical prodigy and a maestro of the piano. Lost in regret, Lucas chased her in the rain and held her tightly. "You are mine, Belinda."