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..."
My name is Katia, and I am just trying to survive until my fated mate arrives. Which may be easier said than done. Rejectection is the last straw. Whispering my acceptance of his rejection. I run through the pack house, out across the manicured lawn into the forest. "I'm sorry, my sweet girl," I say to my wolf. I'm sorry you have been stuck with me and have had to suffer everything I have. She whispers," it's not your fault, Katia. We came to a cliff with a waterfall. The hurt keeps pounding at me. I need it to stop. My sweet girl, and I just want peace, I keep running and leap off the cliff. Spreading my arms wide, with tears streaming down my face, I fall, not making a sound, waiting for sweet oblivion where we feel nothing ever again. "I love you, my sweet girl! Until we meet again, "My wolf replied just before we hit the water, "I love you too, Katia. I have never regretted a moment with you." The Snow Moon pack is having their last barbecue of the summer next to the waterfall on their land. The adults are laughing and joking while watching the pups play. The alpha, beta, and gamma are swimming with some of the older children and playing a game of Marco Polo. Someone yells, "Oh my goddess, someone just jumped over the waterfall!" Everyone is frozen as they watch what looks to be a child falling arms spread wide, no one makes a sound. The small body hits the water like a plane crashing into the side of a mountain. The alpha, beta, and gamma, spring into action, swimming towards the area the person went under. The alpha is screaming his wolf is going crazy repeating, "Find her. Find her...find her!" They dive and the beta surfaces with a small person in his arms. Alpha takes the girl from his beta, laying her on the ground. The men are shocked by what they see. She is covered in scars and injuries. Her body is twisted and broken. The Beta asks, "Who could have done this to someone so defenseless?" Alpha drops to his knees, repeating, "MATE...MATE...MATE!"
Corinne devoted three years of her life to her boyfriend, only for it to all go to waste. He saw her as nothing more than a country bumpkin and left her at the altar to be with his true love. After getting jilted, Corinne reclaimed her identity as the granddaughter of the town’s richest man, inherited a billion-dollar fortune, and ultimately rose to the top. But her success attracted the envy of others, and people constantly tried to bring her down. As she dealt with these troublemakers one by one, Mr. Hopkins, notorious for his ruthlessness, stood by and cheered her on. “Way to go, honey!”
When Zora was sick during the early days of her pregnancy, Ezrah was with his first love, Piper. When Zora got into an accident and called Ezrah, he said he was busy, when in actual fact, he was buying shoes for Piper. Zora lost her baby because of the accident, and throughout her stay at the hospital, Ezrah never showed up. She already knew that he didn't love her, but that was the last straw for the camel's back, and her fragile heart could not take it anymore. When Ezrah arrived home a few days after Zora was discharged from the hospital, he no longer met the woman who always greeted him with a smile and cared for him. Zora stood at the top of the stairs and yelled with a cold expression, "Good news, Ezrah! Our baby died in a car accident. There is nothing between us anymore, so let's get a divorce." The man who claimed not to have any feelings for Zora, being cold and distant towards her, and having asked her for a divorce twice, instantly panicked.
"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 ***
"You're a creepy bastard." His eyes smolder me and his answering grin is nothing short of beautiful. Deadly. "Yet you hunger for me. Tell me, this appetite of yours, does it always tend toward 'creepy bastards'?" **** Widower and ex-boss to the Mafia, Zefiro Della Rocca, has an unhealthy fixation on the woman nextdoor. It began as a coincidence, growing into mere curiosity, and soon, it was an itch he couldn't ignore, like a quick fix of crack for an addict. He didn't know her name, but he knew every inch of her skin, how it flushed when she climaxed, her favourite novel and that every night she contemplated suicide. He didn't want to care, despising his rapt fascination of the woman. She was in love with her abusive husband. She was married, bound by a contract to the Bratva's hitman. She was off-limits. But when Zefiro wanted something, it was with an intensity that bordered on madness. He obsessed, possessed, owned. There'd be bloodshed if he touched her, but the sight of blood always did fascinate him. * When Susanna flees from her husband, she stumbles right into the arms of her devilishly handsome neighbour with a brooding glare. He couldn't stand her, but she needed him, if she was ever going to escape her husband who now wanted her dead. Better the devil you know than the angel you don't. She should have recalled that before hopping into Zefiro's car and letting him whisk her away to Italy. Maybe then, she wouldn't have started an affair with him. He was the only man who touched her right, and the crazy man took no small pains in ensuring he would be the last.
Marriage was a bed of thorns for Stella. She lived like an overworked and unhappy slave for six years in her matrimonial home. One day, her uncaring husband, Waylon said to her, "Ayla will be back soon. You have to move out tomorrow." "I want a divorce," responded Stella. She left without shedding a tear or trying to change Waylon's stone-cold heart. Days after their divorce, they met again. Stella was in the arms of another man. Waylon's blood boiled at the sight of her looking so happy. "So, you couldn't even wait a while before jumping into another man's arms?" he queried distastefully. "And who are you to question my decision? It's my life, so I call the shots. Stay out of my business!" Stella fired at him before turning to look at her new man with shiny eyes. Waylon immediately lost it.