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No one dares defy Adrian Prescott, the frigid, untouchable ruler of the night realm. He's a man rumored to be immune to desire... until Annabelle Sullivan. After one explosive night, his icy control shatters, replaced by a singular obsession: Annabelle will be his. She'll bear his heir, a child destined for unimaginable wealth, and he'll stop at nothing to claim her. Refusal isn't an option; he'll keep her close, day and night, until she succumbs. But Annabelle carries his secret, a burgeoning life that binds her even as she longs for freedom. His child is growing within her, yet Adrian's possessive grip only tightens. His desire wars with her defiance-he's offered her everything, even his heart, but her spirit rebels. Now, the stakes are higher. He won't just take an heir; he'll make Annabelle his, body and soul, ensuring she can never run from him again.
Annabelle smashed a wine bottle onto the head of the chubby Maximus Cromwell and as she ran out of the hotel room, she felt as though her body was burning like a blaze.
Her vision was blurry; her single remaining iota of rationality told her that she needed to escape.
She had no idea where she was heading, she just knew she needed to keep running in one direction.
As she passed by the swimming pool, she lost her balance.
Her foot slipped, and she plunged into the water. In her desperate struggle, she vaguely grasped onto a muscular figure.
Being a non-swimmer, she held onto this 'floater' as if it was her last resort, refusing to let go.
At the same time, it felt like she touched a piece of ice upon her contact with this 'float,' which surprisingly gave her burning body a much-needed relief and comfort.
"Hot...Help me...please Help me..." she said.
Adrian Prescott, seeing this woman who suddenly jumped into the water and was clinging onto him, a trace of surprise flickered in his eyes, before getting drowned in the depth of his pupils. She was soaking wet, her svelte figure outlined by her drenched white dress. But her eyes were innocent as they looked at him as if she was unknowingly alluring him like a siren.
Sure, some women dressed in more revealing clothes within his sight before, but seeing their bodies only triggered his disgust and held no interest for him.
Yet, she... He felt a surge of warmth throughout his body. For the first time, touching a woman's body didn't bring him disgust; on the contrary, he wanted to possess her entirely.
Adrian lifted her chin with his fingers, staring at her like a beast hunting its prey, "So, you've resulted to using this method to attract me, to throw yourself into my arms! Very well...you're the one." He lifted the woman who was wrapped around his body and walked out of the swimming pool. At that moment, he heard the bodyguards' hurried footsteps.
The bodyguards had received the news.
That an unidentified woman had dared to intrude into the private rest area of Adrian Prescott.
Before they could approach, he turned his back to the bodyguards, obstructing any eyes that would fall on the woman's body, and fiercely warned,
"LEAVE! Without my permission, you're not allowed to come closer."
After speaking, he directly carried her away from the swimming pool and into his room. When he threw Annabelle onto the bed, she, now without a cold source, felt the flames in her body burn even more intensely. She slightly parted her mouth, which was as tantalizing as a rose, and murmured, "Hold...want to hold!" She had lost all rationality, acting purely on instinct. Adrian looked at the woman on the bed, her dark hair sprawled out like seaweed, his gaze hotter than before.
"You're rather forward! Can't wait, can you?" He enveloped her body, unable to bear tearing her clothes, saying, "As you wish." The next day.
Annabelle slowly opened her eyes, feeling a headache, and her body was even more sore and unbearable as if all her strength had been drained. But when she saw the scene before her, she was completely stunned.
She was being held by a man, nestled against him like a little rabbit, his strong arms encircling her waist, tightly imprisoning her body, not allowing her to leave.
The man's face was breathtakingly handsome, each line of his features, perfect.
His lips were thin and it was said that those with thin lips were often unfeeling, but there was no denying that his beauty made one want to kiss those lips.
Yet when memories surged into her mind like a tide, remembering every minute and second of what had happened the day before, all Annabelle wanted to do was run! She had shamelessly and boldly clung to this man yesterday.
What was even more unacceptable was that her father had come to her apartment and handed her a glass of juice.
After drinking it, she started to feel dizzy, and soon after she passed out.
When she woke up, she found herself in a hotel.
Mr. Cromwell had told her firsthand that her father, in order to save his company from going under, had reached an agreement with him to "give" her to him.
Despite her futile resistance and desperate escape, her body kept getting hotter until she slipped into the water in her daze, and then held onto this man.
At that moment, she followed her body's first instinct, disregarding the situation's backstory, and decided to run and think later.
She carefully peeled the man's arm from around her waist, attempting to get out of bed.
But instantly, her waist was tightly held with a force, even stronger than before.
Soon, she was back in the man's arms. In a panic, she lifted her eyes and met with the man whose eyes were as black as ink.
"Trying to escape?"
Annabelle was both terrified and embarrassed, her voice trembling, "Let go of me! I had a...little trouble last night! Anyway, let's consider yesterday an accident. We owe each other nothing! I need to go!"
Adrian's eyes were instantaneously filled with a wave of tumultuous rage, threateningly questioning, "An Accident? Leaving? After being intimate with me, you want to leave? Do you really think I would allow that? Whether you intentionally sought my embrace or are just playing games now, I need to warn you! From this moment on, I am your only man. You can't go anywhere! Stay by my side and quietly bear my child!"
What! Annabelle was dumbfounded, "What, is this man mentally unstable?" Annabelle blurted out, "No! Let me go! We have no relationship, you... just regard everything from yesterday as ... a one-night stand. We owe each other nothing. Let go of me, I want to leave now!"
From Adrian's eyes emerged a more chilling look. He held her even tighter, "We owe each other nothing? You owe me a child, or maybe ... multiple children! After yesterday, there might already be my child in your belly, possibly even not just one. Even twins, I would not mind. I permit you to bear them."
Countless women hope to bear his child, to be his heir.
But even after layers of selections, picking out the most optimal women in all aspects including genes, appearance, figure, and so on, he does not want a second look at them, let alone allow them to bear his children.
The thought of even touching them disgusted him.
The housekeeper, Old Cole, suggested that he might as well pick the most suitable woman for in vitro fertilization, which could prevent the germophobic him from having to touch women.
But he also insisted that the woman who is carrying his child is someone he approves of and is satisfied with.
And this woman is the first one to satisfy him. This is her! Annabelle flushed, rejecting him in a normal person's line of thought, "Sir, if you believe... I might get pregnant, and you are worried about potential consequences, then you don't need to worry, because I will buy contraception. If you're still not reassured, you can watch me take it. Therefore, there will be even less likely to be... any child-bearing relationship between us. Sir, please be reasonable and let go of me!"
Adrian was utterly infuriated, she actually dared to refuse?
"Taking contraceptives? Do you think I would let you take them? At this moment my child might be in your womb, taking contraceptives would be equivalent to murdering him! Without my permission, you don't think about touching him."
The moment Lucy Carter steps into the shoes of Mrs. Anderson, her world tilts. Her new husband in New York City is all undeniable allure-handsome, powerful, and utterly dominant. But his allure is a mask for a chilling reality: a temper that's notoriously cold, arrogantly dismissive, and completely uncaring. This isn't a disaster for Lucy; it's an irresistible dare. She's far from a fragile damsel in distress. If she's bound to this impossible man for life, she intends to seize control. With her sharp wit, undeniable charm, and unyielding spirit, she will attempt the impossible: to tame the beast and forge him into the devoted partner she was always meant to have.
Xavier Ashford, the elusive, devastatingly handsome second son of the powerful Ashford family. His reputation precedes him: a month is all you get. No matter how many stunning women he draws in, he always lets them go. I told myself I'd be no different, just another temporary entanglement. But then came the night he didn't just leave. He threw a marriage certificate onto my bed, turning my carefully constructed world upside down. What kind of game was Xavier Ashford playing?
Omega Eliza Harrington has met a lot of her father's associates in the past, but the gorgeous, half Italian Alpha Romano Alessandro Visconti was the one to render her speechless. Eighteen months into their marriage, however, Romano has turned into ice. In a desperate attempt to escape a relationship that has now proven to be as passionate as it is cold and hateful, Eliza summons the courage to ask for a divorce. But before Romano grants her request, he demands something from her: an alpha heir. The stalemate they are stuck in sickens her. Never mind that Romano has yet to introduce her to the large family that means so much to him. Or that Eliza overhears her husband on the phone with a mystery woman. The most damning is that Eliza senses that Romano's callous attitude towards her involved behind-the-scenes machinations of Victor Harrington, her cruel father. From the depths of her anxiety, Eliza must seek an empowering truth about the husband who calls her, with such cold affection, his Tesoro, his beloved.
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Selene comes from a lead family of one of the biggest packs in the country . she has been taught how to be a good omega for her future alpha mate. Her parents arranged her marriage, she is promised to Alpha Tristan Blackwood , the heir of the biggest pack in the country, she is over the moon because her dreams about handsome, powerful alpha mate come true. But years pass between their first meeting and the wedding and Selene learns the hard way that reality is not the same as fairytales .Her mate shows no interest in her and seemed like he didn’t even want her. She stopped believing they might fall in love is she ready to give up on her dreams? Or would they just coexist ?
She looks delightful," the alpha's voice dropped a note, making Anastasia flustered. She finally deflected her gaze away from the alpha . The alpha's face still looked angry, yet his words suggested he wasn't. Does he just never look happy? "We found her, our mate." "8 fucking years," the other alpha hummed. "We waited for you for 8 years. Now that you are finally in front of us, I can see why. Perfection cannot be rushed and there is no omega like you." "Perfect," the other repeated back, face still buried in her scent gland. Anastasia only ever wanted to feel safe. She got more than he bargained for when he ran away from his cruel father and even crueler intended mate her father sold her to
"Ahh!" She was in a moaning mess. She did not want to feel anything for this man. She hated him. His hands began to move all over her body. She gasped when he pulled down the back chain of her dress. The chain stopped at her lower waist, so when he zipped it off, her upper back and waist were exposed. "D-Don't touch m-ummm!" His fingers rolled around her bare back, and she pressed her head against the pillow. His touches were giving her goosebumps all over her body. With a deep angry voice, he whispered in her ear, "I am going to make you forget his touches, kisses, and everything. Every time you touch another man, you will only think of me." - - - Ava Adler was a nerdy omega. People bullied her because they thought she was ugly and unattractive. But Ava secretly loved the bad boy, Ian Dawson. He was the future Alpha of the Mystic Shadow Pack. However, he doesn't give a damn about rules and laws, as he only likes to play around with girls. Ava was unaware of Ian's arrogance until her fate intertwined with his. He neglected her and hurt her deeply. What would happen when Ava turned out to be a beautiful girl who could win over any boy, and Ian looked back and regretted his decisions? What if she had a secret identity that she had yet to discover? What if the tables turned and Ian begged her not to leave him?
“You need a bride, I need a groom. Why don’t we get married?” Both abandoned at the altar, Elyse decided to tie the knot with the disabled stranger from the venue next door. Pitying his state, she vowed to spoil him once they were married. Little did she know that he was actually a powerful tycoon. Jayden thought Elyse only married him for his money, and planned to divorce her when she was no longer of use to him. But after becoming her husband, he was faced with a new dilemma. “She keeps asking for a divorce, but I don’t want that! What should I do?”
Rena got into an entanglement with a big shot when she was drunk one night. She needed Waylen's help while he was drawn to her youthful beauty. As such, what was supposed to be a one-night stand progressed into something serious. All was well until Rena discovered that Waylen's heart belonged to another woman. When his first love returned, he stopped coming home, leaving Rena all alone for many nights. She put up with it until she received a check and farewell note one day. Contrary to how Waylen expected her to react, Rena had a smile on her face as she bid him farewell. "It was fun while it lasted, Waylen. May our paths never cross. Have a nice life." But as fate would have it, their paths crossed again. This time, Rena had another man by her side. Waylen's eyes burned with jealousy. He spat, "How the hell did you move on? I thought you loved only me!" "Keyword, loved!" Rena flipped her hair back and retorted, "There are plenty of fish in the sea, Waylen. Besides, you were the one who asked for a breakup. Now, if you want to date me, you have to wait in line." The next day, Rena received a credit alert of billions and a diamond ring. Waylen appeared again, got down on one knee, and uttered, "May I cut in line, Rena? I still want you."
Julia and Evan were the perfect couple-or so she thought. But everything changed when Evan abruptly ended their relationship, leaving her heartbroken and unable to tell him she was carrying his child. Years later, Julia has built a life for herself and her son, Andy, while Evan has risen to unimaginable wealth and success. Their paths cross again at a chance meeting, but Julia soon discovers Evan has moved on with someone else. Julia is done with the pain. She's fought battles alone, raising a son who deserves the truth about his father, even if Evan doesn't deserve her forgiveness. When Julia told Evan years ago she had something to say, he didn't listen. Now, it's time for him to listen. But is it too late to reclaim what he lost? "We should break up," he'd said, the words cutting through her like glass. The pregnancy test in her pocket stayed hidden, just like the child they would never share. Now, it's Evan's turn to hear the truth-and to face his deepest regret.
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."
Janice, the long-forgotten legitimate heiress, made her way back to her family, pouring her heart into winning their hearts. Yet, she had to relinquish her very identity, her academic credentials, and her creative works to her foster sister. In return for her sacrifices, she found no warmth, only deeper neglect. Resolute, Janice vowed to cut off all emotional bonds. Transformed, she now stood as a master of martial arts, adept in eight languages, an esteemed medical expert, and a celebrated designer. With newfound resolve, she declared, "From this day forward, no one in this family shall cross me."