"I'm sorry Venice, let's divorce." His eyes were sincerely apologetic. "I want to be with the woman I've always loved." The fact that his tone was pleading for understanding hurt me all the more but I refused to shed a tear. "You'll regret this, Dylan Davis Creighton." And twenty three year old Venice Thompson, the secret heiress of the second richest and influential industry in the country and beyond, meant her every word. ********************************************* After her divorce, she returns home to find that her only living relative, her father's younger sister whom she trusted, had stolen what was rightfully hers - the Thompson empire. Feeling betrayed for the second time, she runs to her best friend, Alina Houghton, who advises her to go to the one man she so badly wants to avoid. Will Sanders. The wealthiest and most influential businessman in the country and beyond. The man every woman in the country wants and adores. Her age plus ex-boyfriend. The man that took her virginity and broke her heart when she was just a love-sick teenager. The man she also wasn't aware has strong romantic ties with her greedy aunt.
Passing the lunch basket in my hand to the other, I opened the door to my husband's office.
There was the man I'd loved and married for four years in his office chair and his secretary giving him a blowjob.
I didn't know how to feel in the moment. Just stared like I'd been hit by lightning.
His secretary pretended not to see me and continued bobbing her head to his dick but my darling husband pushed her away, guilt swimming to the surface of his chocolate brown eyes.
"Hey b-babe." He visibly swallowed, I saw his Adam's apple move.
He quickly pulled up his pants and zipped.
I quietly approached his desk and dropped the lunch basket on it. "Your lunch."
I made to leave but he was quick to grab me. "It's not what you think."
"Let me go." My tone was low but the warning underneath was clear.
He still held on to me.
My eyes noted how his hands held my arms. The same arms he was digging into her hair few seconds ago.
Anger, betrayal and hurt raged within. Not caring about not losing my temper anymore, I sank my teeth into one of his arms.
He groaned in pain and released me.
"How dare you, Dylan?!" Anger and hurt let loose. "Your secretary! Of all the women to cheat on me with, it's your secretary!" I cast a brief look at the blonde, turquoise blue eyed lady with nose and ear piercings.
She didn't even seem to be regretful. She even snarled at me. I was a bit taken aback. What audacity!
"It... I'm sorry, babe." Dylan begged, remorse masking his expression.
"Stop begging her, Dylan. And just tell her the truth." This girl I knew went by the name Melisse spoke.
She passed me a smirk. I turned to face Dylan, more nerves knotting. "What does she mean by the truth?"
"Ah...it-it's really not important." Dylan looked uncomfortable alongside his regret.
"Tell me!" I enforced.
"Yes, tell her." Melisse urged.
Aggravated, I whirled on her. "Shut up! Just shut your husband-thieving mouth!"
Hearing her butt into my conversation with Dylan seemed to increase my anger.
"I'm proud to be one. He's stolen, successfully. That's what happen to bitches who can not fuck their husband right." She snapped.
The audacity had me stunned speechless. But it was not her fault, I would not blame her at all.
"Babe, it's okay."
"B-babe?" I repeated what I'd heard Dylan refer to the girl as. "Dylan, did you just call her 'babe' before me?"
He seemed not to have realized it until I made mention of it. His eyes lowered further in guilt.
I wanted so bad to hold my tears but I could not. Four years of marriage. It wasn't just that. The other sacrifices I'd made just to ensure this marriage worked and that his company thrived and got to be where it was currently.
He watched the tears roll down my cheeks and felt even more guilty.
Dylan was a good guy. But ever since this secretary started working for him, he changed.
He started keeping late nights and lying. I knew something was going on between the both of them but there was no evidence to back it up until now.
I loved him. After my first heartbreak, I had been so devastated and Dylan was there.
He was the friend that had turned lover. He helped me heal and I fell heavily for him.
"Why?" My voice trembled. "Why did you decide to ruin our marriage?! Our love?! Our home?!" My voice broke with each word.
He stared at me, feeling sad alongside his guilt.
"Because..." Melisse walked closer and caressed his arm, keeping her malicious gaze steady on me. "...he finds me more attractive."
I looked at Dylan. "You stand there and let her insult me?!"
"I-I'm sorry, Venice. I..."
"Don't be sorry, Dylan." Melisse snapped. "In fact, tell her the truth this minute or I'm walking out of here for good."
"What truth? Why does she keep talking about 'truth'? Are you hiding something from me, Dylan?" I questioned, wiping my tears and blinking back the ones that were on the verge of falling.
But Dylan remained silent, he could not even look at my face.
Melisse nudged him. "Will you or should I?"
"Melisse, please go. Let me sort this out with...my wife."
"Your wife?!" Melisse was aghast as though it would be the first time she would be knowing I was his wife. "Are you still...you know, now I can see you don't love me. I'm going."
I blinked at how fast she had switched personalities. Now she sounded like the betrayed lover. What the hell was going on here?
She made to leave but Dylan held her back. The covert smirk she gave me before collapsing into his embrace disconcerted me.
"What's going on here?" I was befuddled and even more hurt seeing how he held her comfortingly.
He heaved a heavy sigh. "There's something you should know, Venice."
I paid attention with knots around my nerves. I gulped apprehension.
"Melisse is my girlfriend." He confessed.
"Obviously, she is. I mean..."
"No, dumb bitch. I'm his girlfriend from years ago. The girl he is very much in love with before I...went away and he decided to marry you while he waited for me."
"Melisse." Dylan's tone held warning and tiredness.
I was too stunned to even speak. My heart hammered unhealthily within my chest. Tears blurred my vision as I tried to comprehend what she had said. "Is this the truth, Dylan? She's your girlfriend?"
"Yes." He blew a nervous breath but his expression changed before me, they went hard and stoic. "Melisse has always been my first and only love. She had to go away for sometime so I chose to marry you until she returned."
"So I was a substitute?" I heard myself asking.
"I'm sorry." He maintained his cold exterior.
"Did you ever love me?" At this point, I wasn't even sure I was breathing properly.
It took a while but he shook his head. "No, I never loved you."
P-please, I beg you. Come let's go tell Christian I had no hand in whatever happened, p-please." I clutched the lapel of his jacket desperately. "Let's go. You need to tell my husband you were paid." "Young lady, you're harassing me." His tone was cold and his stare granite. But I could care less. "You harassed me first! You had sex with me without my consent, my husband knows and now I'm pregnant with this child he doesn't want. You ruined my marriage! I-I hate you!" ************************************ Caught by her husband with another man on their matrimonial bed the morning after her birthday, Hailey Codza could not defend herself. As though it's not enough, she gets pregnant. Her enraged husband decides to pay her back for her infidelity by having an affair with his ex-girlfriend - Denise Kellers, the family Hailey never knew she had. Losing her family's wealth and company to her husband and his ex (now girlfriend), she is devastated, homeless and penniless as all her credit cards are blocked by her husband. She sees the man who is responsible for her pregnancy. The man she has no idea how he'd found his way to her matrimonial bed - Jared Johnson. Jared is annoyed when this strange woman disrupts his meeting and accuses him of ruining her life, marriage and impregnating her. It affects his business deals and having no choice, he marries her to calm the public whilst engaged to someone else. But he loathes her and allows his family treats her badly. Hailey who has fallen in love with Jared is broken when she can no longer take the humiliation. She signs the divorce papers and leaves, only to arrive six years later to the country as a self-made, secret billionaire and a mother of twins. Now her two ex-husbands are begging to have her back...
Born and bred in Naples, Italy, the full-blooded twenty five year old American Maya Creighton lost both her parents who had traveled to Italy for a job that cost them their lives. Running away from the orphanage she hated, she adapted to the streets, having minimal access to education and a wider one to violence. Known for her strength and brutality, Maya is regarded across streets of Italy as 'Guerriera' translated to mean 'warrior or fighter' due to her ruthlessness and fighting skills. But she makes a mistake one night during a mission and kills the only son of the infamous, dangerous drug baron in Italy who has always hated her guts. Now her boss is angry and scared, he sends her back to her land of origin where she meets and saves the life of Alan James McCoy, though anonymously. Her life takes many dramatic turns and difficult downhills when she finds herself kidnapping the children of the same man she saved.
When high school dropout Riana Tanning is made homeless by the people she had always known to be her family, she is thrown into a world of chaos and drama. Finding herself in the abusive hands of a rich Puerto Rican drug dealer who gives her everything she wants, except love and happiness, Riana remains in his home, too scared to go back hungry and homeless. As more travails unfold with her boyfriend thrown in jail, losing everything to his name, she is back on the streets. Eventually managing to get a job as a salesperson in a thrift store, she is yet again thrown in despair when a Trillionaire buys the place. But what is more shocking is when this wealthy, handsome famous playboy offers marriage to Riana with an agreement to give her a roof over her head and help her achieve her dreams while she plays the role of a good wife. Will this twenty two year old agree to this contract marriage with this famously known yet personally unknown Trillionaire? And if she does, will she be able to withstand the troubles her step sister-in-law and her criminal, obsessed ex-boyfriend bring her way? Will she be able to forge on valiantly with her pregnancy, play smart despite her lack of education and find a more shocking truth of who she truly is? Or will she chicken out, betray the man she has come to love and abandon him for her sex-crazed ex-boyfriend?
“I hate you.” I froze. The way she’s uttered those three words were dispassionate and venomous. But what had I done? How could she hate me for no just cause? My father had taught me that hate is such a strong word and shouldn’t be used anyhow. “What have I done to you, Luna?” She kicked me in my stomach. I fell again. Adding to the blinding pain on my back, I had scraped my elbow and it was bleeding a little. “Stop asking me questions!” She yelled at me. I nodded, eager to please her and stop this torment. “Get up, you filth!” My body cried in protest and the trickle I felt on my back, I knew I was bleeding in many places. But I couldn’t not respond to her command. I forced myself up, using the wall for support because I was close to it. “Have you greeted me?!” What that why she was tormenting me? But I acknowledged her presence already. Every little thing I did or did not do seemed to make her mad at me. She really did hate me. “Good day, Luna.” I bowed, even though my head was aching. Either that or I receive another hard hit. “On you knees.” But she just told me to get up. Without a word, tears of self-pity welling, I did as she commanded. She circled me slowly, my heart beat increased, not knowing what she would do next. The scream that left my lips in the following moments was loud enough to pull down the cell I was in. I cried in pure agony. The Luna had used her artificial sharp pointed, black painted talons to scratch my back. I fell to the ground, unable to make a sound. She emitted another evil laugh, then stopped to whisper to me. “I will make life miserable for you, Amyra. I will make you wish you were never born. And with the Alpha by my side, it is going to be the easiest task I have ever indulged in.” ********* Amyra was a witch who worked in the Alpha’s pack manor as a maid, she had powers that were dormant in her for some reason, though she didn’t even know she was a witch until another war started between the witches and werewolves. Though constantly maltreated by the Luna who knew who she was and hated what she was, she doesn’t complain and tries to focus on her work. Unexpectedly finding herself in the middle of everything, she discovered who she was and also tried to navigate the powers brewing in her to bring peace and balance. But she needed Alpha Caden of Moon River pack to be able to complete this quest. An Alpha who hated her and hated the witches too. But will it work? Will she be able to save the day and end the killing of both communities she had strong links to? Will the her Alpha succumb to the passion and allow himself be used to bring this peace and balance? Or will everything fall apart and both communities will be left to keep fighting until they both finish off one other?
Rachel used to think that her devotion would win Brian over one day, but she was proven wrong when his true love returned. Rachel had endured it all—from standing alone at the altar to dragging herself to the hospital for an emergency treatment. Everyone thought she was crazy to give up so much of herself for someone who didn’t return her feelings. But when Brian received news of Rachel’s terminal illness and realized she didn’t have long to live, he completely broke down. "I forbid you to die!" Rachel just smiled. She no longer needed him. "I will finally be free."
"I'm going to tell you what I have in mind," he murmured. "First you're going to strip down until you're completely naked," he whispered against her ear. "Then I'm going to tie you up so you're completely powerless and subject to my every whim." "Mmm, sounds good so far," she murmured. "Then I'm going to insert a plug to prepare you for me. After that I'm going to spank that sweet ass of yours until it's rosy with my marks." She shivered uncontrollably, her mind exploding with the images he evoked. She let out a small whimper as he sucked the lobe of her ear into his mouth. God, she could cum with just his words. She was already aching with need. Her nipples tingled and hardened to painful points. Her clit pulsed and twitched between her legs until she clamped her thighs together to alleviate the burn. "And then I'm going to f**k your mouth. But I won't cum. Not yet. When I'm close, I'll flog you again until your ass is burning and you're on fire with the need for relief. And then I'm going to f**k that ass. I'm going to take you hard and rough, to the very limits of what you can withstand. I won't be gentle. Not tonight. I'm going to take you as roughly as you can stand. And then I'm going to cum all over your ass. Are you ready to be completely and utterly dominated?"
Anabel found out she was pregnant and dialed her husband's number to share the good news to him. They have been married for two years without a child. Desmond's mother had been accusing her of being barren and unproductive. When the call was picked, she was flabbergasted and broken. She was hearing a loud moan of feminine voice. "Ohh! Yeah! Don't stop fucking me! Fuck me harder baby!" accompanied with sound of skins slapping against the other. She went home to confront her husband and end up receiving a divorce paper. Desmond divorced him for a lady his mother was rooting. Few months later when he found out that his ex-wife is a billionaire heiress and she is pregnant with twins, he went crazy!
“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.
Allison fell in love with Ethan Iversen, the soon-to-be Alpha of the Moonlight Crown pack. She always wanted him to notice her. Meanwhile, Ethan was an arrogant Alpha who thought a weak Omega could not be his companion. Ethan's cousin, Ryan Iversen, who came back from abroad and was the actual heir of the pack, never tried to get the position nor did he show any interest in it. He was a popular playboy Alpha but when he came back to the pack, one thing captured his eyes and that was Allison.
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.