Opening the door, she had no idea that she had stepped into the devil's room. In the darkness, he had a taste of her sweetness. That morning, he left her a diamond ring. Marriage was only the way he used to trap her, but she thought happiness finally found her. He was the mysterious heartthrob rumors had been talking about. Every woman in the city wanted to be with him. After the cruel truth was revealed, where would their story go?
"Anybody here?" Sheryl Shen cautiously opened the door and peered inside the room. Even in the dark, she could tell that, in her simple, shabby clothing, she was out of place in such a luxurious suite.
Her bright eyes fluttering uncertainly, she closed the door and sealed her fate.
In front of the French windows, a tall, dark figure stood motionless, blending into the dark seamlessly like a shadow.
The sound of the newcomer interrupted his silence, he turned his handsome profile slightly to turn his cold, glittering eyes toward the woman who had just entered. He was holding a hairpin in his hand and gently twirling it with his long, nimble fingers.
Damon Tuoba was the only heir to the Tuoba family. He was an elusive person. The media rarely revealed his private information, and the only photo that the public had ever scene was an old one from the military that was posted in a weekly magazine.
It was said that the mysterious young man's bravery was unmatched, and all sorts of rumors about him were mainstays in online forums and tabloids.
Such a man was like the sun in the sky, so bright that it hurt the eyes and just as unreachable.
Hidden in the cloak of darkness, he didn't say anything.
"No one is here?" Sheryl felt a little relieved by the lack of answer, but she kept biting her lip worriedly.
Once she had signed the agreement, there was no way out for her.
Sheryl frowned and summoned up the courage to ask once more, "Is there really no one here? I'm here to..."
Damon dropped the hairpin and finally turned, throwing a frigid glare toward the intruder and sauntering toward the woman.
"Get out!" he ordered.
Sheryl jumped in surprise at the snarl, and unease filled her.
This deal had turned her into nothing but a tool for giving birth.
She had been ordered to stay in the room for three consecutive days, and she couldn't break any of her employer's requirements.
Then, she would have to stay at the villa until she finally gave birth to a baby.
She hated the arrangement, but she had no choice.
She had meant to wait quietly for the night to pass. Even if nothing had happened, no one would find out, right?
Gradually, a strange sound drifted to her ears.
"What's wrong with you?" Sheryl asked in surprise. "Are you not feeling well? Do you need me to call someone..."
"Shut up!" Damon growled between gritted teeth.
Her heart skipped a beat.
"Get out of here!" In the next moment, a tall figure loomed menacingly over her, his cold and overwhelming aura making her feel cornered like prey.
"The door was locked from outside when I came here. I can't open it now," Sheryl explained, stumbling over the words. In the next second, a hard, cruel hand grasped her chin, drawing a wince of pain from her lips.
"You want to sleep with me, don't you?" His cold, sarcastic tone felt like a slap in her face.
Sheryl's eyes narrowed, and she fell back into the habit of biting her bottom lip with her teeth.
"It seems that you know nothing, so violate the contract! I quit!" As soon as Sheryl finished her words, a pair of large, strong hands painfully clamped her shoulders.
She wanted to push the man away, but then he gripped her soft hands in his.
"Ah!" A small scream escaped her as she was slammed against the wall.
No matter how hard she struggled, the hands encircling her waist didn't budge. Instead, they slowly traveled up her spine, as if making the owner familiar with her body.
Her eyes wide open in the darkness, Sheryl yelled, "What are you doing? Do you want to kill me? Let me go! Help!"
However, her scream didn't stop him.
"Let me go! It hurts!" Her breath was caught in her throat. "You evil man! It hurts! I quit! I'm leaving!"
She didn't know what kind of man she had offended.
"Do you want to leave now?" the man drawled in her ear, and the hands gripping her slackened. Damon watched as Sheryl wrenched herself from his grasp and made a dash for the closed door.
The man slipped a strong arm around her slim waist as she launched a desperate attempt to leave the room. "You stupid woman, only now you want to leave? Well, it's too late."
Then, his arm tightened, bringing her closer to his body.
"You will beg me..."
"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?
COALESCENCE OF THE FIVE SERIES BOOK ONE: THE 5-TIME REJECTED GAMMA & THE LYCAN KING BOOK TWO: THE ROGUES WHO WENT ROGUE BOOK THREE: THE INDOMITABLE HUNTRESS & THE HARDENED DUKE *** BOOK ONE: After being rejected by 5 mates, Gamma Lucianne pleaded with the Moon Goddess to spare her from any further mate-bonds. To her dismay, she is being bonded for the sixth time. What’s worse is that her sixth-chance mate is the most powerful creature ruling over all werewolves and Lycans - the Lycan King himself. She is certain, dead certain, that a rejection would come sooner or later, though she hopes for it to be sooner. King Alexandar was ecstatic to meet his bonded mate, and couldn’t thank their Goddess enough for gifting him someone so perfect. However, he soon realizes that this gift is reluctant to accept him, and more than willing to sever their bond. He tries to connect with her but she seems so far away. He is desperate to get intimate with her but she seems reluctant to open up to him. He tries to tell her that he is willing to commit to her for the rest of his life but she doesn’t seem to believe him. He is pleading for a chance: a chance to get to know her; a chance to show her that he’s different; and a chance to love her. But when not-so-subtle crushes, jealous suitors, self-entitled Queen-wannabes, an old flame, a silent protector and a past wedding engagement threaten to jeopardize their relationship, will Lucianne and Xandar still choose to be together? Is their love strong enough to overcome everything and everyone? Or will Lucianne resort to enduring a sixth rejection from the one person she thought she could entrust her heart with?
Everyone was shocked to the bones when the news of Rupert Benton's engagement broke out. It was surprising because the lucky girl was said to be a plain Jane, who grew up in the countryside and had nothing to her name. One evening, she showed up at a banquet, stunning everyone present. "Wow, she's so beautiful!" All the men drooled, and the women got so jealous. What they didn't know was that this so-called country girl was actually an heiress to a billion-dollar empire. It wasn't long before her secrets came to light one after the other. The elites couldn't stop talking about her. "Holy smokes! So, her father is the richest man in the world?" "She's also that excellent, but mysterious designer who many people adore! Who would have guessed?" Nonetheless, people thought that Rupert didn't love her. But they were in for another surprise. Rupert released a statement, silencing all the naysayers. "I'm very much in love with my beautiful fiancee. We will be getting married soon." Two questions were on everyone's minds: "Why did she hide her identity? And why was Rupert in love with her all of a sudden?"
Elin spent twenty years deeply loving her husband, finally marrying him just as she'd always dreamed. But reality shattered her illusions—he wasn't the man she believed. Instead, he callously destroyed her family, crushing her heart beyond repair. At her lowest point, Ruben, equally betrayed that night, approached her steadily. "Marry me, Elin. I'll help you take revenge." Yet, after their wedding, she quickly discovered he was dangerously unpredictable. "I made a mistake. Let's divorce..." Ruben slid his arm possessively around her waist, whispering a chilling promise, "Only in death."
She was a world-renowned divine doctor, the CEO of a publicly traded company, the most formidable female mercenary, and a top-tier tech genius. Marissa, a titan with a plethora of secret identities, had hidden her true stature to marry a seemingly impoverished young man. However, on the eve of their wedding, her fiance, who was actually the lost heir to a wealthy dynasty, called off the engagement and subjected her to degradation and mockery. Upon the revelation of her concealed identities, her ex-fiance was left stunned and desperately pleaded for her forgiveness. Standing protectively before Marissa, an incredibly influential and fearsome magnate declared, "This is my wife. Who would dare try to claim her?"
Belinda thought after divorce, they would part ways for good - he could live his life on his own terms, while she could indulge in the rest of hers. However, fate had other plans in store. "My darling, I was wrong. Would you please come back to me?" The man, whom she once loved deeply, lowered his once proud head humbly. "I beg you to return to me." Belinda coldly pushed away the bouquet of flowers he had offered her and coolly replied, "It's too late. The bridge has been burned, and the ashes have long since scattered to the wind!"