The novel is about a young guy, Emmy Hoke, who goes into a contract marriage just to save a lady from getting married forcefully. Even after planning on breaking up after getting married, the newly wedded couples found it hard to leave themselves. Emmy notices that he loves KC, now he's trying to win her heart.
It was cloudy the day Emmy Hoke decided to visit Ally. This fact is worth mentioning solely because it was the only thing he noticed about the morning, his mind otherwise a complete blank. No bouncer was there to follow him - not that he expected anyone, and he preferred it that way.
He turned up the collar of his thin summer anorak jacket against the February north-easter and walked down to his garage.
He stood, opened the car's door gently and forced himself to the driver's seat. He forced a piece of celery into his mouth giving it a good grind as he looked at the cumulus weather, hoping it wouldn't rain. He pushed his right hand out through the window.
"Far too good for a swimmer." He muttered at the leaden sky, the icy raindrops pattering onto his hand. He drove off heading towards his girlfriend's place - Ally. He called Ally, trying to talk to her while driving. He tried making his visit a courtesy call but his tummy growled, singing or reciting a poem written in rhyming couplets. He dropped his phone to keep the plan going on, he didn't want to spoil his surprise visit. He pressed the brake as an oncoming vehicle came towards him at full speed. He never really wanted to pick up a fight, as a star, he was not supposed to pick up a fight. He controlled himself as he drove his red Range Rover.
"Emmy!" Ally shouted in disbelief and surprise and she went towards him to hug him. Ally is a 22 years old girl with a great selfish intention for herself. People regard her as a crone, an ugly old woman.
"I can believe you came. You are back from Australia?"
"Yup," he answered, smiling at Ally. He stood outside the front door waiting for Ally to invite him in. Ally noticed his strange behavior as she smiled.
"Get in here, you great dunderhead." They both entered the house.
"You look quite well," Ally said when he was sitting beside her, she had pecked his cheek with a lover's kiss.
"I'm fine," Emmy said, smiling into the piercing scrutiny.
"I never knew you were coming, I would have been a lot more prepared."
Ally thought of both of them going to eat in a restaurant.
" I'm seriously starving."
" Let me get changed and then I'll take you out for lunch..."
"Ally... "
She sighed, surveying him sadly.
"You are not staying at my place overnight right?"
"Yes. Don't you even want to hear about the concert?"
"No," Ally groaned angrily.
"Okay, sorry, I'll follow you to the restaurant."
"Fine.," she countered sarcastically.
"I don't wanna go, but it seems like you're on your knees begging me, so, I'm gonna accept your request," Ally said, feeling happy.
"Care for wine?" Ally asked
"Yeah," Emmy responded.
Emmy is a twenty six year old guy who was raised by a single mom. He became a crooner at the age of twenty. He gained more money than a guy of his age could want. Ally took a red wine and two cups from the kitchen and poured the wine into the cup.
"To a lover without parallel," Emmy said, holding up his glass and meaning every word. How easy was it to slip back into a luxurious lifestyle? The perfect fluted wine glass in his hand. For example, the outside misted with drops of condensation that caught the glittering light from the lamps. The watercolors on the walls of the room; his expensive perfume, Ally's clothes in a neat pile on a chair. Cashmere sweaters, a white trench coat, style mackintosh and a soft black fedora with a wide brim cloth.
"You're a witch," he said smiling.
She came to sit by his side.
"Please, please, don't go back today. Spend more days with me."
"Sorry, I wish I could but..."
"But?" Ally said angrily, interrupting Emmy.
"You just can't understand."
"Understand what? Understand the fact that you wanna stay with another girl tonight? Yeah, I get that."
Emmy tries to change the discussion giving it a meaningless try.
"When did you buy this chaise lounge?" Emmy asked quickly.
"A chaise lounge? That's all that you wanna say?"
"I'm sorry." Emmy took a large mouthful of wine as he stood up from his chair to meet her. This was the penalty coming. Living a lie. But he couldn't tell her, not yet.
He said, "I must go back, just for a short while. Then I promise you, I'll...."
"But you'll get caught again in this so-called concert."
He shook his head.
"No, not this time."
There were tears in her eyes.
"You are so pig headed! Of course, you'll be caught up in your job, and your manager isn't stupid. He'll be watching you closely from now on."
Emmy placed down the glass and stood up.
"Where are you going?"
"I'm not staying here if you're going to lecture me," he said, hating himself.
There was a short, tense silence.
"I'm sorry," Ally said stiffly.
"I don't want you to apologise," he said, sitting down again.
"And you have my word that for the next hour, I'll go nowhere." It was the best he could do.
He felt something strange then he had to get up again and go to the window where he gazed out. He saw nothing.
"I have to go to another concert tonight in Las Vegas," Emmy said as he sighs
"I knew it. So when are you going?" Ally asked, intrigued.
"In the next 1 hour."
"I knew it. No wonder you said you'll go nowhere till the next one hour," Ally said, gritting her teeth.
"Should we waste an hour here arguing or should we go get something to eat?" Emmy said, trying to make Ally forget everything.
"When are you coming back?" Ally asked with no respect.
"Next three days," Emmy responded.
"I stood at the edge of my heart and watched him choose her. In the end, I was not the one he needed. I was simply the one he settled for." - Noelle ~~~~~~~ I thought I was the one he loved. But a few days before our wedding, I saw him in a way I never had before. His eyes softened as he spoke to her. His first love, and the very woman who had left him in pieces. Heartbreak was something I knew too well. And as I watched the love he still held for her in his eyes, I realized what I had to do. I couldn't marry a man who wasn't truly mine. With no means to cancel the wedding and lacking the courage to confront him, I made a desperate choice to leave. I painfully gave his first love my treasured engagement ring thinking it was for the best and the only way to free myself. But when he saw that ring on her finger, the fragile world I had tried to escape began to shatter. His obsession to find me and bring me back ignited a dangerous game of cat and mouse.
Rumors claimed that Fernanda, newly back with her family, was nothing more than a violent country bumpkin. Fernanda just flashed a casual, dismissive grin in response. Another rumor suggested that the usually rational Cristian had lost all sense, madly in love with Fernanda. This frustrated her. She could tolerate gossip about herself, but slander against her beloved crossed the line! Gradually, as Fernanda's multiple identities as a celebrated designer, a savvy gamer, an acclaimed painter, and a successful business magnate came to light, everyone realized they were the ones who had been fooled.
"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.
"There will be no falling in love, we will only act as a loving couple when we are in public, we will share a room to make it believable, but no intimacy, touching is off-limits. We'll only have sex once a month, and that's solely to produce an heir. You won't interfere in my business, and I won't interfere in yours. You will be my wife in every sense and you will not be involved with any other man," he said, arrogance seeping from every word. I watch his mouth move, I'm not ready to fall in love with any man, especially not one as arrogant and egoistic as him. I can handle acting as a loving couple, and as for intimacy once a month. I can agree to that just to satisfy my sexual cravings with no strings attached. "Where can I sign?" I asked since I had nothing to lose. *** Nadine's wedding dreams turned to nightmares when she caught her sister and fiancé cheating! With a secret recording, she's ready for revenge. But then mysterious billionaire Logan West offers a deal: A Contract Marriage to take down her ex's empire. But what Nadine doesn't know is her life is getting complicated as she takes her chance to get revenge or risks everything for a chance at love?"
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.
Veronica is an eighteen-year-old omega who falls into an emotional breakdown when her Mate, who was soon to be the Alpha of the Sun crest pack, turns against her, hurls hurtful words at her, and rejects her on the night of the full moon festival because he and everyone in the pack, including her, thinks she is an omega. As if the pain of rejection, helplessness, and worthlessness wasn't enough, she lost her best and only friend to the cold hands of death when rogue wolves attacked their pack. Right in the presence of her mate, she was tagged as someone who always attracted problems and calamities anywhere she went and he turned a blind eye and watched as she was banished from the pack. With hatred for her life, she runs deep into the woods that were off-limits and jumps off to end her life, but in a turn of events, something else happens. What would her mate do when he finds out that Veronica is not who he thinks she is? Will she be able to forgive him? What fate lies ahead for them?