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I think it was more of guilt than worry. I was fucking my ex fiancee's father and while I may not know how this leads, I knew I never wanted it to end. Liv Bennett thought she had her future all figured out-until the night she caught her fiancé, Aaron Blackwood, in a passionate betrayal with her step sister just a night before their wedding. Heartbroken and humiliated, Liv drowns her sorrows in alcohol and ends up sharing a heated, unforgettable night with a mysterious older man. But when the haze of the night clears, Liv's world is turned upside down again. The man she had a one night stand with is none other than Kaelon Blackwood-Aaron's father and a powerful billionaire alpha. As Liv struggles to pick up the pieces of her shattered life, she discovers she's pregnant with Kaelon's child, throwing her into a whirlwind of scandal and forbidden love. Caught between the betrayal of the past and the temptation of a forbidden future, Livphina must find the strength to choose her own path. But can she overcome the obstacles of age, power, and family to claim the love that was never meant to be hers? Will she walk away from the man who could destroy her-or embrace the one who might just save her?
Liv
"Fuck! I'm cumming Aaron.."
My steps slowed and I could hear my heartbeat ringing in my ears.
Wasn't that Vivi's voice?
All I wanted to get from our suite was a breather from the fake smiles and loud music of the hall.
I never expected to be greeted by such a heart wrenching sight.
You might be wondering what the hell is going right?
Well, it's supposed to be my fucking bachelorette party. As well as his bachelor party.
We are SUPPOSED to be married by morning.
Aaron had been adamant-we weren't going to do separate parties like everyone else. He didn't want a bachelor party without me.
I also didn't want a bachelorette party where I would have to plaster on an unwilling smile, wave and say, "Thanks for coming," to strangers.
So here we were, throwing a joint party, dancing among his friends and family, in the glamorous ballroom of his father's hotel.
I continued down towards the suite and stopped in front of the door.
My heart raced as I got closer, and then I heard Vivi's voice, soft and breathless, whispering Aaron's name like it was the only word she knew. My chest tightened, and I peeked through the door.
There they were, Aaron kept thrusting hard into her wetness and she was visibly enjoying herself, judging from the slicky sounds that erupted from the effect of Aaron's dick in her.
His face was contorted into one of pleasure as he reached for her full breasts and squeezed them as he kept thrusting and fuck!
He wasn't using a condom!
"Damn it Aaron! Come on baby hit that pussy like you own it." Vivi moaned.
A wave of nausea hit me so fast, I had to steady myself against the wall. This couldn't be happening.
I stood there, frozen, my mind swirling back to all the moments I had doubted myself.
All the times Vivi had made little comments about how "lucky" I was to have Aaron. How often she had remarked on his wealth, his power.
I'd always brushed it off as her being her-an elite socialite, always trying to make herself feel better. But now, the truth stood before me, cruel and undeniable.
I don't know how long I stood there, watching the man I was about to marry fucking the hell out of my step sister right in the middle of our pre-wedding party.
The more I saw him thrusting himself into her with low grunts and hearing her squirm and moan in pleasure beneath him, the more dizzy I felt.
Eventually, my legs felt like they would give out beneath me, and I turned away, numbly heading back to the party. The ballroom spun around me as I stepped inside, the laughter and chatter of the guests like distant echoes.
All around me, people were laughing, smiling, raising their glasses in toast to my "good fortune."
"You're so lucky, Liv," one of Aaron's aunts said, a glass of champagne in hand as she sauntered over. "Aaron is such a catch! Handsome, successful... you're marrying into a dream."
I forced a smile, my lips feeling stiff. "Yeah... lucky me."
"Look at you," another woman cooed, her eyes scanning my dress from head to toe. "You look stunning. That dress must have cost a fortune! Oh, but of course, Aaron's family has impeccable taste."
"Thank you," I murmured, feeling the bile rise in my throat.
"You're going to be the envy of everyone," she continued, her voice sickly sweet. "I mean, marrying into that family? Some of us could only dream."
I clenched my fists, nails digging into my palms as I nodded politely, each word sinking deeper into my skin like poison.
Envy of everyone? Is that all they thought this was? A business transaction? Did any of them see me-the real me-or did they only see the girl who didn't come from money, marrying into it?
Bunches of bullshit.
I turned away, my pulse quickening as the walls of the ballroom seemed to close in around me. The chandeliers sparkled overhead, their light too bright, the music too loud. My heart pounded in my chest, the weight of their words pressing down on me, suffocating me.
"Are you alright, Liv?" Aaron's mother's sister Cecil appeared beside me, her hand resting on my arm. Her eyes were kind but calculating, the perfect image of high society grace. "You seem a bit... off."
"I'm fine," I lied, forcing another tight smile.
"Well, you should be. Tonight's your night, after all. This is the beginning of your new life." Her smile was sharp, her eyes scanning the room as if she was already picturing me in the role she had chosen for me-the perfect wife for her perfect son.
I swallowed the lump in my throat. "Yeah... I guess it is."
Aaron's second aunt's Magaret smile widened. "Don't worry, darling. After tonight, you won't have to worry about anything. We've got everything planned out for you. You'll fit right in."
Lies! All fucking lies!
Her words twisted like a knife in my gut. Fit right in?
My mind decided to flash me a picture of the miserable life I would have, getting married to a cheating ass like Aaron.
I blinked back the tears threatening to spill over, my chest tightening with each passing second. They didn't see me. None of them did.
They only saw what they wanted to see-the poor girl marrying into wealth, the outsider they were bringing into the fold.
"Liv, are you sure you're okay?" A voice interrupted my spiraling thoughts. It was Megan, the maid of honor, some chosen relative of Aarons'.
Her brow furrowed with concern as she approached. "You've been standing here for a while. Maybe you need some air?"
"I'm fine, Megan," I said, my voice tight. "Just... needed a moment."
"Well, I don't blame you," she said, her gaze softening. "This whole thing is overwhelming, isn't it? But it's almost over. Soon, you'll be Mrs. Aaron Montclair, and everything will fall into place."
I laughed, a hollow sound escaping my lips. "Yeah. Everything's just falling right into place."
Megan gave me a strange look but didn't press further.
I didn't belong here. I never did.
I grabbed a bottle from the bar, ignoring the waiter's concerned glance. I needed something strong, something to numb the jagged edges of my heart. I gulped it down, each burning swallow a small victory over the pain clawing at my chest.
I stumbled out of the ballroom, my heels clacking too loudly in the quiet hallway. I needed a place to cry, to fall apart, but I didn't even know where to go.
My private suite... the executive one Aaron had booked for me... I couldn't remember the number. I couldn't remember anything. My vision swam as I wandered aimlessly, and then it hit me-the rooftop.
The music was just a hum in the back of my mind as I staggered toward the rooftop railing. The night air was crisp, cutting through the haze of alcohol, but it wasn't enough to numb the ache deep inside me. My chest felt like it was caving in, like every breath I took hurt more than the last.
"Fuck you Aaron!"
"To hell with you Vivi!"
I screamed and wailed and drank from the whiskey bottle in my hands. When I took the bottle close to my lips again, it was empty.
"Fuck that too." I said, my words slurred as the bottle fell from my hands.
"Fuck the world too!" I screamed finally into the sky, releasing all the pain, betrayal, and heartbreak that threatened to crush me. My legs wobbled beneath me, unsteady from the weight of it all-and from the alcohol. I wanted to keep screaming, but I was too weak, too broken.
I let go of the railing, stumbling backward. The ground felt like it was spinning, pulling me down with it. My vision blurred, and I could feel my body giving out. My feet slipped out from under me, and I knew I was falling, but I didn't care. Maybe the ground would hurt less than this.
But then, just as I started to tip over, a pair of strong arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me back from the edge.
I gasped, startled, and looked up, my vision still swimming. Even through the fog of alcohol and tears, I could see him clearly. He was... breathtaking.
Dark eyes framed by thick lashes, a jawline so sharp it could cut through the night, and lips that were set in a determined line.
He had an air of quiet strength about him, like he could handle anything-even me, broken as I was.
Then I did the most odd thing ever. I pressed my lips into his.
"Now. Listen," King Dane said. "You can come with me and be my sex slave where you'd get to satisfy your lewd urges or you can leave my car and go back to that pitiful life you have." "The choice is yours." At the age of ten, Princess Lusia Slater had watched her parents die before her. As a punishment for being blamed for their murder, her wolf is sealed away making her powerless and a slave to her uncontrollable heat. Not being able to be banished because of her royal status, she is turned into a slave by her elder brother, Finn Slater who assumes the role of the Alpha of the Silvermoon pack. Her life takes a turn when she meets Dane Haynes, the Lycan king of the Ironclaw pack who is also an enemy of the Silvermoon pack. He offers her freedom and a way to redemption in exchange for being his sex slave. Lusia is seduced by the deal and accepts it immediately, not knowing what lies ahead for her outside the walls of her pack. She soon later realizes that King Dane has hidden dark secrets, especially about her pack. Will Lusia find out about the secrets? And will she be able to break the curse that had been placed on her as a child?
"Sign them. Now!" He threw the papers across the bed and they fluttered in front of me, taunting me with words boldly spelled on them. Divorce. My blood had fizzled out. I refused to believe this was happening. I had never filled myself with delusions of Ezekiel ever loving me, but I had truly believed we could both tolerate our obligations to each other. Perhaps I was just blinded by love. "You're breaking this marriage because of Ellen? Because of my sister?" **** As though the death of her grandmother and a painful divorce weren't enough torture for one day, Camille Manor stands frozen in the face of a family annulment. Letting go of her past life, she leaves for the States where she aims to start life afresh and raise her children not even the father knew about. Things change when she receives a shocking letter that changes everything. Now, after four years of staying away, Camille must return to London to face the lurking shadows of her past. But with her ex-husband back in her life, will her plans for revenge go smoothly? In the midst of exposing buried family secrets, she struggles to tame the feelings she still has for Zeke despite his betrayal while hiding his paternity over her children. Meanwhile, she takes down the Manor's one by one in a bid to reclaim the honor that was once hers. Delve into the soul-gripping romance between Kamille and Ezekiel as they navigate a web of lies, betrayal and deceit within family ties. As well as unravel a secret nobody saw coming.
"Don't try to runaway again, Mackenzie. You can't. You WILL not. I will chase you, capture you, and make you surrender till every part of your mind, body, and soul is mine, and mine alone." ~•~ All Mackenzie Torsney ever wanted as a loving wife, was the love of her husband, and the acceptance of her mother-in-law. However, all her efforts were paid back with betrayal when she caught her husband in bed with another woman on the day she was diagnosed with a brain tumor. Devastated, Mackenzie goes to a bar to drown her pain in a bottle. There, she meets a habdsome stranger, who she begs to have sex with her. All hell lets loose when she finds out the handsome stranger is the most influential Axford, her husband's brother! And she is pregnant for him! Mackenzie is forced to flee from the city, from the Axfords. She would do anything to keep her twin babies away from their greedy billionaire claws. She can run, but she can't hide. Nobody hides from Chase Axford, especially not a woman he desires with every fibre of his being.
BLURB "I, Alpha Lake Rush of the Rush Pack, hereby reject you JoJo Wyatt. However you have to keep working to pay your debt.” "Wait, what?" At the tender age of eleven, JoJo Wyatt had been forced to grow up faster than she was supposed to. A product of a cruel father and a weak mother, she soon realised she had to be the breadwinner for herself and her sister, nothing else mattered to her - not even the hottest men. Infact, she abhored them. After the horrible night, she had sworn to avoid any contact with the male specie but that was until she began to work for him, as his stripper. Meanwhile, Alpha Lake Rush, 30, was the most feared Alpha in the country, laddened with his own fair share of life's struggles, he only learnt to be cruel, and reckless to them, so much so that he rejects his two mates. But what happens when he finds yet another mate? And she becomes his stripper?
*HIGHLY RATED AND GRAPHIC CONTENT. TRIGGER WARNINGS. READERS DISCRETION IS ADVISED.* Elora, a young werewolf and daughter of the Beta of Darwin Pack, is forced into slavery together with her siblings when her father is betrayed and branded as a slaver by his own Alpha. Her only goal is to find a way to clear her father's name and find a good home far way from their kingdom where her family could be together but a lot of enemies stand in her way. Becoming the mistress of the Lycan king seemed a good way to get a step further in getting her revenge but it only exposed her to more dangerous enemies. Rome, King of the Lycans, is heartbroken by the betrayal of his wife and is decidedly fed up with matters of the heart. He is on a mission to ensure the new law he passed on slavery was being followed when he is bumped into by a female werewolf that steals his breath and command his attention. He finds out she's the daughter of a slaver and hopes to put distance between himself and the alluring woman but with the threat of losing his throne, he is forced to make her his mistress.
Prince Lior is the second prince of the Raester kingdom, and descending from a long line of werewolve-kings. He has a kind heart and Beautiful personality and also everything at his beck and call except for the one thing that he wants the most: the affection and acceptance of his mate. His first and only love. He is rejected by her and plunged into such deep despair that one act of carelessness in the pit of his misery makes him end up with a wife that he never wanted, a companion that he hated and now he has to make decisions that he has never had to deal with before, he has to grow out of the carefree boy into a man and to learn to live with his consequences or…maybe fall in love with them. Nine, an orphaned girl who grew up in an orphanage and later bought by a pimp who calls herself mum and sells girls to whorehouses and maual Labor. One day Nine helped an unknown drunk man and ended up getting r*ped. Few weeks later, she found out she was pregnant and when she was probed, it was discovered that she was pregnant for a Royal.
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.
In her previous life, Kimberly endured the betrayal of her husband, the cruel machinations of an evil woman, and the endless tyranny of her in-laws. It culminated in the bankruptcy of her family, and ultimately, her death. After being reborn, she resolved to seek retribution against those who had wronged her, and ensure her family's prosperity. To her shock, the most unattainable man from her past suddenly set his sights on her. "You may have overlooked me before, but I shall capture your heart this time around."
Iris grew from an orphaned child to the adopted daughter of the Stewart family at age ten, finding warmth in her nominal uncle Vincent's kindness. Seven years later, she became his secret lover. When Vincent's engagement was announced, gossip spread about the notorious playboy CEO finally settling down. But only Iris knew the extent of his cold, two-faced nature. Iris fell for Vincent and, through tears, begged, "Marry me," only to be met with his frosty refusal. Defeated, she accepted a lawyer's proposal, sparking public excitement. Then, on her wedding day, Vincent pleaded desperately, "Don't marry him…"
Linsey was stood up by her groom to run off with another woman. Furious, she grabbed a random stranger and declared, "Let's get married!" She had acted on impulse, realizing too late that her new husband was the notorious rascal, Collin. The public laughed at her, and even her runaway ex offered to reconcile. But Linsey scoffed at him. "My husband and I are very much in love!" Everyone thought she was delusional. Then Collin was revealed to be the richest man in the world. In front of everyone, he got down on one knee and held up a stunning diamond ring. "I look forward to our forever, honey."
Charlee was left at the altar and became a laughingstock. She tried to keep her head high, but ultimately lost it when she received a sex tape of her fiance and her half-sister. Devastated, she ended up spending a wild night with a hot stranger. It was supposed to be one-time thing, but he kept popping up, helping her with projects and revenge, all while flirting with her constantly. Charlee soon realized that it was nice having him around, until her ex suddenly appeared at her door, begging for another chance. Her tycoon lover asked, “Who will you choose? Think carefully before you answer.”
"I, Riccardo Saviano, future Alpha of the Grey Shadow Moon Pack, reject you, Artemisia Guerrieri, Daughter of Alpha Franco of the Blood Moon Pack, as my mate and future Luna." One single sentence. One stupid single sentence was all it took to disintegrate my life. And the day of my birthday, on which this sentence was audaciously uttered to me, I lost the love of my life, my future mate, and my wolf, all at once. As I'm still assembling the pieces of my shattered heart years later, there they come. Like lightning out of a crystal blue sky. My Mates. But wait... If I am mated to triplets, how come I'm about to be mated to 5 gorgeous men? *** TW: explicit and foul language; spicy content; explicit sex scenes ***