"If you want something all you have to do is ask." He said in a husky voice. " I don't know what you're talking about sir." I said, feigning innocence. I knew clearly what he meant. " Oh yeah?" He asked and before I could understand what he wanted to do, he cupped my wet p**sy ***** After Katherine walked in on her boss freshly showered, she can't get seem to get the thought of him out of her mind and as woman who goes for what she wants she decides to have a taste of him even if it meant seduction. Luca has never met any woman as daring as his new maid, she's everything he promised himself to stay away from but he can't refuse the temptation she present, especially when she looked delicious. What started off as just a game of seduction, pleasure and lust soon became more as feelings started getting involved but there was one problem; He wasn't a man who did love, it wasn't his style. But; Could he make an exemption for her? And what happens when dark secrets begin to unfold? Can they be together or will the twist of fate break them? Find out.
At the moment nothing really mattered to me, not even the noise from my noisy neighborhood, I had my attention focused somewhere else. For weeks I've been applying for countless jobs but each of them I've been turned down. I just got accepted into college and I really needed the job.
I've wasted a lot of time doing other things rather than going to college. Don't get me wrong, I've always wanted to go to college after high school but I wasn't lucky enough to have the money, so I needed to get this job.
I was twenty-three years old and I needed to set some things in my life straight, before I begin to believe the mocking voice always telling me Kathrine, you have no use in this world.
I was glued to the screen of my phone, my email box already opened, and my heart was beating faster than usual.
This job was referred to me by a friend because jobs like this were hard to come by, the job was to become a personal maid to a billionaire, I've done a thorough study of what they expect from me, I was expected to clean the bosses room, serve his meal, wash his clothes.
The other part of the house wasn't my concern I guess, maybe they had other maids for that role. I waited another hour still staring at my phone my hope already draining like my battery percentage.
I didn't know when I fell asleep, but when I woke up it was already dark. I turned to my phone to see if the long-expected message had dropped but as I tapped my screen it didn't come on indicating that the battery was dead, just like the way I was feeling, dead.
I groaned into my pillow as I took my phone and plugged it, hoping that by the time it powers and I turn it on there'll be good news awaiting me. My stomach growled reminding me that I hadn't had anything to eat since breakfast, and I was running out of resources. I wanted to cry at the thought of that, I don't know why but I was convinced that I would get that job.
It was going to save me a lot, I would have to live there for whenever the boss needed something which would cut off the rent for me and feeding wouldn't be a problem, I would just have to focus on college.
Sighing to myself I took my purse to inspect the little cash I had left, I grudgingly moved myself from my spot as I decided to go to the nearest store to see what groceries the little money I had could afford.
By the time I finished buying the few things I could afford, I didn't have much on me but I was sure I could still survive two or three weeks.
It was really late when I got back home and I was too tired and frustrated to bother cooking, I just decided to eat the cookies I bought, at least that would do till the next day. Not caring to check my phone I just went to bed forcing myself to go to sleep.
Two days and I still haven't gotten the message I've been waiting for. Finally concluding that I wasn't part of the lucky ones, I continued my job search, browsing countless job sites and submitting CVs to the ones I qualified for. Right now anything would do. I just wanted something to do that could bring cash at the end of the day, as long as it's legal.
I had enough time on my hands so I decided to take a walk to the park. I got to the park and got myself comfortable on the bench as I watched children run around with their parents telling them to be careful.
I smiled at that memory, thinking of when I used to be like these kids until everything became dark. Not wanting to dwell in such thoughts I just relaxed myself enjoying the breeze.
"How dare you?" my calm was disturbed by a screeching female voice. I turned to see two ladies involved in a conversation, or rather one looked like she was trying to make the other understand and the other one was trying to set the other on fire, She looked fancy, one could tell she was rich.
" I'm so sorry, I didn't mean for my coffee to stain your dress, please it was an accident." She tried to plead but the fancy lady wasn't having it.
"An accident?" She scoffed "Are you blind or something?" She said as she turned to another lady I didn't notice earlier, took her drink, and poured it on the pleading girl. "Omg, that was an accident." She said in a tiny innocent mocking voice. The other girl seemed to be tired of her drama but from the looks of it she wasn't planning on doing anything, but I had other plans, yes, I don't know how to mind my business.
I stood up from where I was seated and made my way to them. Approaching the obviously rich spoiled brat from behind, I bumped my shoulder into hers.
"Ouch! watch it! What is wrong with everyone today? Is the world going blind?!"
"Maybe you're not worth seeing," I said loud enough for her to hear, and I could tell from the look on her face that at the moment I was her most hated person. Not like I actually cared, she had a shocked look on her face and I was not ready to face her whinny self again. I took the bullied girl by the hand and walked away.
"You must pay for this!!" She kept yelling like I cared, she could go cry to her dad for all I cared.
"Now that was so badass" The girl I was yet to discover her name spoke and I narrowed my eyes at her. She had a smile on her face and before I could even process my words, they came out of my mouth on their own.
"Shut up!"
After a painful breakup with her boyfriend of two years who coldly told her to her face that he couldn't keep dating her because she was too uptight--In a moment of anger and defiance, Anna decided to throw caution to the wind for one reckless night. She headed to the wildest club in Texas, determined to lose herself in the chaos. But fate had other plans. To her shock, she ran into her ex-boyfriend at the club. Desperate to save face, she made a split-second decision and approached a stranger, pretending he was her new boyfriend. What she never anticipated was the magnetic pull she would feel towards him or the fact that she'd end up going home with this mystery man. Soon enough, the real surprise hit her--this stranger wasn't just anyone; he was her new boss. What begins as a night of rebellion spirals into a whirlwind of forbidden attraction, societal pressure and hidden affairs. And now there are so many things at stake. Find out how this story unfolds.
"Sign the divorce papers and get out!" Leanna got married to pay a debt, but she was betrayed by her husband and shunned by her in-laws. Seeing that her efforts were in vain, she agreed to divorce and claimed her half of the properties. With her purse plump from the settlement, Leanna enjoyed her newfound freedom. The constant harassment from her ex's mistress never fazed her. She took back her identities as top hacker, champion racer, medical professor, and renowned jewelry designer. Then someone discovered her secret. Matthew smiled. "Will you have me as your next husband?"
"Carroll Brown is dead! But you have to marry him in your sister's name." My mother said to me in a cold tone. My sister was engaged to the hottest billionaire. It should have been a perfect marriage. Unexpectedly, Carroll was dead in an accident. My sister didn't want to become a widow, so she forced me to marry her dead fiance. And I had no right to refuse her. Actually, I was the biological daughter of the Smith family. My sister was an adoptive one. My sister and I had been swapped at the hospital when we were just born. My parents had already had a deep relationship with her. So they chose to sacrifice me. On the wedding day, I was taken to the mourning hall. "Ma'am, please keep Master company and let him feel warm." The housekeeper said with a cold expression. I couldn't help but look up at the portrait above the coffin, and my heart skipped a beat at this glance. The man in the portrait was more handsome than the superstars in Hollywood. Carroll Brown? My dead husband? Wow, he was really handsome! I didn't know how long had passed when my stomach began to rebel. After one glance at the coffin, I swallowed my saliva and then begged with my fingers crossed. "Mr. Carroll, I'm starving! May I eat your pastries? You don't mind, do you?" "I do." "Ah!" Scared, I broke out in a cold sweat. My legs went limp, and I fell to the ground. I shouted, "Ghost!" Carroll curled his lips, leaned over, and touched the black coffin. "Mr. Carroll has risen from the dead. What do you think of this headline tomorrow?"
Melanie married Ashton out of gratitude, but she quickly found herself entangled in a web of relentless challenges. Despite these struggles, she stayed true to her commitment to the marriage. In the hospital room, Ashton indifferently attempted to draw her blood, disregarding her discomfort. This callous act was a harsh revelation for Melanie, awakening her to the grim reality of their relationship. Resolved to prioritize her own welfare, she decided to sever ties. With newfound resolve, Melanie filed for divorce. In the process, she unveiled her concealed identities, leaving everyone in shock. Throughout these turbulent times, Melanie realized that Derek, Ashton’s uncle, had been discreetly protecting her all along.
"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."
For two years, Ashton had poured his heart into his marriage, yet Emalee's heart remained cold. Despite his dedication, Emalee presented him with divorce papers. She bluntly stated she could not remain married to a man whose net worth was less than a million dollars. Ashton signed the papers, closing one chapter of his life and stepping into a new beginning. Then, Ashton revealed his secret identities: a music mogul, a medical expert, and a martial arts master—each persona impressive enough to stun the world. As Ashton’s true capabilities came to light, Emalee was overwhelmed with deep regret.
To the public, Arabella was Owen's trusty secretary who catered to all his needs and served as the primary blood donor of his beloved, who was in a coma. Behind closed doors, she was Owen's submissive wife. Arabella was quiet and obedient, and she endured every humiliation without a word of protest. Rumored to be a neat freak, Owen had tossed the last woman who had dared to kiss him into the river. Yet he pinned Arabella against the wall and demanded, "Give me a child, and I’ll let you go!" Arabella pushed him away and flashed him a cold smile. "You are not worthy!"