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Blythe Sanchez has had enough. After years of enduring her boyfriend's endless infidelity, her patience has run dry, and her heart is shattered. One impulsive night changes everything when she crosses paths with Larkin Callahan, a mysterious and irresistibly handsome stranger. Larkin's allure pulls her in, but behind his charming smile lie secrets that could either bring them together or tear them apart. What begins as a moment of passion quickly spirals into a whirlwind romance, forcing Blythe to confront not only her past but also the dangerous mysteries surrounding Larkin. Can she risk trusting her heart again, or will his secrets be the final betrayal?
BLYTHE
"I wish you could also arrange your life beautifully the way you make your flower arrangements. Don't you get tired? Well, I do. How many more times do I have to come here and remind you how toxic your relationship is with your boyfriend? Wake up, Blythe."
If there was one person who was never a fan of my current relationship, that would be her-Cleo, my best friend. This scene had happened so many times already, it was a good thing that everytime I would need her, she would always show up.
"Look, I asked you to come over so you can help me sort things out," I told her while I was working with a flower arrangement that would be picked up in thirty minutes.
"Oh yeah? Honestly, it didn't look like it!" The moment she reached where I was, she started scrutinizing each part of me as if she was looking for something.
"He didn't hit me, okay? If that's what you're thinking," I said to her, while she was pulling my sleeves up as if I was hiding something underneath them.
"Maybe not yet, but I wouldn't be surprised if he will resort to hurting you soon," she said with such a disapproving look.
Cleo had been very protective of me, she was a year older and she was more like a big sister to me. She hated Finnian, she thought that my boyfriend could do me no good at all.
"What do you want me to do now? Tell you that it's okay, that things will work out soon in your favor. Goddammit, Blythe, when will you ever realize that Finnian is nothing but an asshole?"
She was right, Finnian could never be the man that I wanted him to be. The only thing that he was good at was hurting me, and I wanted to get rid of him already. Although, honestly, I had no idea how to do it because I was really head over heels with him.
"Okay, I'm listening, tell me what happened?" She asked enthusiastically.
"I was going to surprise him last night, so I went to his apartment. It was locked when I got there, so I called him up. He told me he was just somewhere getting some stuff. I was about to leave the building when I decided to check his car in the parking area, and it was there. So, I went up to his unit again and decided to stay outside. After two hours of waiting, my heart raced when the door opened and a woman came out."
Cleo stared at me with her usual sarcastic expression, "and then? When he found out that you were outside waiting, he told you that the woman was his sister?"
"Will you let me finish?" I asked.
"Hey, do you think I'm interested to know what happens next? It's as if you don't know that he is cheating."
I knew Cleo was already fed up by all these cheating issues from my boyfriend, but she was more fed up with me still wanting to be with Finnian regardless of the number of times that I caught him.
I was about to say something when the door of my flower shop opened, it was my client picking up the arrangement that I did.
"Just like how I wanted, it's beautiful. Thank you, Blythe," my customer told me, looking very satisfied with my work.
"Thank you, Adam, I am sure your wife will love it," I replied.
The moment that my customer had gone out of the shop, Cleo called my assistant and instructed her to start with the closing chores. Even before I could say a thing, Cleo had already started fixing my table. She handed me my bag and she told me that we were going to a bar.
"What?" I asked her while she was pushing me towards the door.
"What do you expect? I will come over and listen to you the entire night? I heard that before, Blythe. Come on, let's just grab some drinks. Your dramas are already bored me, let's do something else!" Cleo signaled to my staff, Ellis, and the latter just nodded at her.
She didn't agree when I told her that I would just use my car, but instead, she pushed me inside hers. It didn't take us long to reach Neon Nights Night Club that was located not too far from where I live.
"Seriously?" I looked at her with disbelief.
"Seriously!" She replied. "Now change your boring lipstick into this!" She took out lipstick from her purse, and it revealed a dark cherry color after she took the lid off.
"I don't wear red lipstick, you know that."
She moved her face closer to mine and raised her left brow, "you will take this lipstick and you will like it."
When I was about to say no, she grabbed my nape and pulled my head closer to her.
"Okay! Okay! I'll do it." I took the lipstick and started gliding it on my lips. When I checked how I looked in the mirror, I was surprised to see that I could actually look good in it.
"Take that jacket off," she demanded.
"No, I'm only wearing a tank top," I said to her.
She didn't say a word but her glances were razor sharp as if she was about to slash my throat with her eyes.
It was Friday then, and there was no queue outside yet because it was only seven in the evening. Cleo told me that it could really get crowded by eleven, but I wasn't planning to stay there until that time.
I wasn't surprised when the staff there seemed to know Cleo. She liked going out on weekends, and I think this club was her go-to party place. She easily got us a table, and the next thing I knew I was already seated on one of the v.i.p couches.
"What do you want to drink?" She asked me, her mouth was almost pressed against my ear, but I could hardly hear her because the music was very loud.
"Just a bottle of corona or becks, whichever they have," I replied.
"Don't be ridiculous, get something else!"
I didn't want to argue with her anymore, that was why I told her to just get whatever she felt like getting.
"Vodka!" She screamed at the server who was standing in front of us.
I had never tried Vodka before; I had Tequila once, but I never tried it again after. I wasn't really into alcohol, I prefer coffee over it. I was not also into night clubs and loud music, I loved staying in a café where they played jazz and anything slow and instrumental.
I really wanted to vent about how I felt towards Finnian, but I thought that I called the wrong person-Cleo was more interested in me getting drunk, than listening to my rants. My first shot of vodka was so intense, it felt like it was burning my throat. I had to shake my head a couple of times, and Cleo laughed seeing me doing that.
"Can we mix something with it? It's too strong for me," I asked while still wincing.
She called up the waiter and asked for a can of lemon soda and some lemon wedges too. When the waiter returned, he started filling my glass with the soda, some vodka, and squeezed the lemon in it. It tasted better, but I could still trace the taste of vodka.
Cleo had gone a little wilder, she flirted with almost every man that would come near us. The crowd was a mixed up of young and old, and almost all of the tables were already occupied by 10PM. Cleo was all over the place, and watching her made me feel dizzy. I knew that the alcohol had taken its effect on me already. My head started to feel light, and I just found myself enjoying the beat and the loud bass.
"Behind you." I felt a gentle tap on my shoulder, and when I turned to face him, I saw a very good looking man, probably just about my age.
I didn't realize that I had already gone near the bar where the man was seated. He smiled at me and raised his glass as if proposing a toast with me. I took some steps closer to him, and because I was already tipsy, I tripped and my head landed near his neck.
There was something in his scent that made me sniff his neck, and his chest felt so toned that I couldn't get my hand off of it.
"Watch it, sweety," he uttered, while he was trying to support my balance with his arms.
His lips were full, and his eyes were as if asking me to grab those lips. Instead of trying to regain my balance, I didn't budge and I stayed in my position. He was looking at me, with his face just a few inches away from me.
I grabbed his head and pulled him closer to me. I started kissing him, and I felt his hands starting to wrap around my waist.
"That felt so good, I want more," I asked him as I wrapped my arms around his neck.
He pulled me closer, and I could feel his hands sliding from my waist down to my bottom.
"I know a better place, we can do more there," he whispered in my ears, while his hands started squeezing my behind.
"Take me anywhere," I replied, and I grabbed his lips again.
Theana must pretend as Alethea (her twin sister) and get to know her sister’s future husband, Taddeo Locatelli, until Alethea is ready to face her groom. However, things change its course when she finds herself being preyed upon by Taddeo's younger brother, Arcel. It was intrigue that lured Arcel to her. His unexpected interest blooms into possession that fuels the monster within him. Nothing could stop him from claiming her for himself, even his own brother. Will there be ‘Happy Ending’ between Arcel and Theana if their love for each other were entangled with lies, revenge…and murder?
Bella stood before a large mirror in a grand room, brushing her hair. She was preparing herself for what would happen on the first night of her marriage. As Bella was brushing her hair, the door to the room opened, and she saw in the mirror her husband approaching her. Bella put down her hairbrush and turned to face Leandro, who was standing with pride and honor behind her. "You can refuse if you don't want me to do this," Leandro said, his tone cold and formal. Bella lowered her head. She didn't want this. She didn't want to be touched by a man she didn't love. She didn't want anything to happen between her and a man she barely knew, except for their wedding day. But what could she do? She had to fulfill her husband's needs. If he wanted something to happen between them, she couldn't refuse. That's what her father had drilled into her mind. Leandro sighed, and Bella raised her gaze to meet his. Her eyes widened when she saw Leandro undressing. "If you're not going to say anything to stop me, I will take it as permission to have sex with you," Leandro stated. Bella firmly closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She stood up and slowly removed her nightdress. Leandro's lips parted in surprise at his wife's actions. Nevertheless, the desires of his flesh overpowered his other emotions. He quickly pulled his wife into a deep kiss, catching Bella off guard, leaving her with no time to close her eyes. The next thing she knew, she was lying on the bed with Leandro on top of her. Leandro's movements were swift. He removed Bella's underwear and looked at her one last time before speaking again. "You can still stop me," Leandro said in a hoarse voice. Bella took a deep breath and shook her head. "This is my obligation as your wife. You don't have to ask me again. Do it." Leandro retrieved a condom, put it on, and then positioned himself before slowly entering Bella. She screamed in pain and discomfort as she accepted her husband's entirety. Bella involuntarily pulled Leandro's hair as he continued to penetrate her slowly. Tears streamed down Bella's face as she felt Leandro's fullness inside her. She gradually began to feel Leandro's movements. That night, Bella experienced a mix of desire and bitterness. She surrendered to her husband's actions, but she cried and felt bitter because she was unsure if this was the life she truly desired. They shared a passionate night, and Bella barely remembered the details due to exhaustion. She woke up the next morning to find her husband no longer by her side. She later discovered that he had left the country early that morning, leaving her alone.
When I entered our room, I immediately saw Marcus on our balcony smoking. He was wearing a white tank top and pajama bottoms. When I closed the door, he faced me, and I immediately saw the sharp look in his eyes. "M-Marcus, you came home early from work," I said to him with some nervousness. Already sensing what’s on his mind. I met Tristan earlier, and I didn't want Marcus to know. Even if my husband doesn't love me, he gets angry when other men approach me, and he doesn't want me near Tristan either. He put out the cigarette he was holding and threw it away. Slowly, he approached with a sharp gaze. I swallowed my saliva, feeling the strong beating of my heart. "M-Marcus!" I exclaimed. He grabbed me by the waist and pressed our bodies together. He brought his face close to my ear and licked and bit it. I clung to his shoulder and let out a soft moan. I also closed my eyes because I couldn't bear to look at him. "Where have you been, Evelyn Grace Halloway?" he whispered close to my ear. I swallowed my saliva, struggling to answer in our current position. I felt Marcus's touch on my thigh, making me even more restless. "Someone saw you earlier with Tristan Anderson. Can I ask if that's true, Mrs. Halloway?" Marcus asked me with his sweet voice. Instead of feeling delighted by how he said it, I became even more scared because I knew what would happen next. "Look at me!" I jumped in surprise at his shout and quickly opened my eyes, looking at him. My whole body trembled in fear of what he would do next. I saw his intimidating expression as he stared at me. He held my chin and brought my face close to his. I shivered as he licked the side of my lips and whispered to me again. "What did I tell you before, wife?" My lips trembled as I answered his question. "N-No meeting other... other men," I stammered. "Hmmm." He caressed my waist and kissed my cheek. "Can you explain what happened earlier?" "W-We're just friends, Marcus. I-I didn't do anything wrong—" "Liar!" he shouted. I couldn't hold back my tears. I screamed as Marcus lifted me and laid me on our bed. My eyes widened as he hovered over me. "No one else can come near you, claim you, and touch you because you're mine, Evelyn Grace Halloway! You can't escape from me because I won't allow you to be happy!" he shouted and laughed devilishly. I am Evelyn Grace Wilson-Halloway, and I married the Devil Billionaire named Lucien Marcus Halloway.
Monique soared to the heavens when Joshua made her his bride. Her love for him brimmed over, so much so that not even the absence of his best man could stop the ceremony. And she even fell in love more with her now husband after the union. What initially appeared to be the prologue of their happily ever after soon changed into a captivating illusion, woven with deceit and falsehood, shattering her once-rosy reality. Now faced with the daunting truth, Monique must grapple with the revelation that the husband she adored is not the man she believed him to be but instead his twin brother…Jacob. What if the lie that she had been living with was the fairytale that she had been wanting all her life? Is love enough to overshadow the web of deception entwining them?
Amelie Pearce, born into one of the prominent crime families in Chicago, is a princess of the mafia renowned for her physical attractiveness. However, what many perceive as a blessing becomes her downfall when she is compelled to marry Gio Merante, in order to establish peace between two mafia dynasties. Gio is the prospective head of the Merante Cartel within the New York Famiglia, a man infamous for his brutal nature and for strangling his cousin with his bare hands. Millie is filled with terror at the prospect of marrying such a monster. Despite being one of the most desirable bachelors in New York due to his good looks, wealth, and charismatic but predatory demeanor, Millie understands that Gio's bad boy persona is more than just an act. Behind Gio's captivating gray eyes and arrogant smile lie bloodshed and death. In her world, an attractive exterior often conceals a hidden monster—one capable of both killing and kissing with equal ease. However, escaping from the arranged union, let alone a man like Gio, is impossible. He would pursue her to the ends of the earth. Millie's only hope of survival in a marriage with Gio is to win his affection and gradually find her way into his heart—despite rumors that suggest Gio possesses no heart at all. A beautiful mafia princess given to a monstrous man. Even monsters harbor a heart. She fully intends to find her place within it.
Ashton Johnson is a formidable presence, a person who refuses to be controlled. With a strong will, unwavering resilience, and complete accountability, this twenty-two-year-old billionaire alpha male navigates his extraordinary life with ease. Every day brings a flurry of adoring fans, transforming a simple lunch into a chaotic spectacle. By afternoon, his face is plastered all over the internet, capturing the attention of millions. From the moment he was born, Ashton's life was destined for fame and recognition, thanks to his prominent family. He is the epitome of American royalty, carrying the weight of his lineage on his shoulders. However, his world takes an unexpected turn when he is assigned a new bodyguard, someone who will be with him around the clock. This is when Ashton comes face-to-face with his worst fear: being paired with a tattooed, MMA-trained professional who is notorious for disregarding rules within the security team. As if that weren't complicated enough, this bodyguard also happens to fulfill one-third of Ashton's deepest sexual desires. Lennox Burke, twenty-seven years old, has a singular duty: to protect Ashton Johnson at all costs. Anything beyond the realm of strict professionalism, such as flirting, dating, or engaging in intimate encounters, is strictly forbidden and could lead to Lennox's termination. However, when unexpected emotions begin to surface, the task of safeguarding this stubbornly alluring celebrity becomes increasingly complex for Lennox. As their paths intertwine, the boundaries that separate them start to blur, and the consequences of their growing connection could be catastrophic for both of them. The risk of exposure looms large, threatening to upend their lives in unimaginable ways.
"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?"
Dear readers, this book has resumed daily updates. It took Sabrina three whole years to realize that her husband, Tyrone didn't have a heart. He was the coldest and most indifferent man she had ever met. He never smiled at her, let alone treated her like his wife. To make matters worse, the return of the woman he had eyes for brought Sabrina nothing but divorce papers. Sabrina's heart broke. Hoping that there was still a chance for them to work on their marriage, she asked, "Quick question,Tyrone. Would you still divorce me if I told you that I was pregnant?" "Absolutely!" he responded. Realizing that she didn't mean shit to him, Sabrina decided to let go. She signed the divorce agreement while lying on her sickbed with a broken heart. Surprisingly, that wasn't the end for the couple. It was as if scales fell off Tyrone's eyes after she signed the divorce agreement. The once so heartless man groveled at her bedside and pleaded, "Sabrina, I made a big mistake. Please don't divorce me. I promise to change." Sabrina smiled weakly, not knowing what to do...
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Mia's life is spiraling out of control. Abandoned by her mother, bullied mercilessly at school, and thrown into a household of four dangerously attractive stepbrothers, she's desperate to find her footing. "You look absolutely edible," Sean growled, his eyes devouring her. Mia felt a rush of heat between her thighs "Oh, you think so?" she purred, turning to face him. She reached out and traced her fingers along the ribbon that wrapped around his waist. "Well, I've been waiting for this all day. And I'm starving." Sean's smile grew into a predatory grin. "Then let us feast," he said, and in a flash, the ribbon fell away, exposing his rock-hard length. He stepped closer, and Mia felt the warmth of his breath on her face as he whispered, "You're going to take every inch of us tonight, aren't you?" With Rolex's teasing smirk and Sean's quiet, hot stares, Mia doesn't know where to turn-or who to trust. Every glance, every touch leaves her breathless, confused, and craving more than she should. Will Mia survive their games, or will she lose herself in a dangerous world of secrets, seduction, and forbidden desire? One house. Four brothers. Endless temptation.
Rumors claimed that Fernanda, newly back with her family, was nothing more than a violent country bumpkin. Fernanda just flashed a casual, dismissive grin in response. Another rumor suggested that the usually rational Cristian had lost all sense, madly in love with Fernanda. This frustrated her. She could tolerate gossip about herself, but slander against her beloved crossed the line! Gradually, as Fernanda's multiple identities as a celebrated designer, a savvy gamer, an acclaimed painter, and a successful business magnate came to light, everyone realized they were the ones who had been fooled.
They don't know I'm a girl. They all look at me and see a boy. A prince. Their kind purchase humans like me for their lustful desires. And, when they stormed into our kingdom to buy my sister, I intervened to protect her. I made them take me too. The plan was to escape with my sister whenever we found a chance. How was I to know our prison would be the most fortified place in their kingdom? I was supposed to be on the sidelines. The one they had no real use for. The one they never meant to buy. But then, the most important person in their savage land-their ruthless beast king-took an interest in the "pretty little prince." How do we survive in this brutal kingdom, where everyone hates our kind and shows us no mercy? And how does someone, with a secret like mine, become a lust slave? . AUTHOR'S NOTE. This is a dark romance-dark, mature content. Highly rated 18+ Expect triggers, expect hardcore. If you're a seasoned reader of this genre, looking for something different, prepared to go in blindly not knowing what to expect at every turn, but eager to know more anyway, then dive in! . From the author of the international bestselling book: "The Alpha King's Hated Slave."