I came to my dream city to fulfill my long dream, while making tangible earnings to cater to my poor family's needs but things crashed for me when I met just this one man- the infamous Charles Donald. He became a thorn in my flesh, seeking revenge on me for stamping on his ego. But what could be more soothing during my hard times when I met the one man I had crushed about all my life and dreamt of spending the rest of my life with? I've seen Davis as my prince charming and imagined myself to be his Cinderella always. I wasn't expecting to meet him In the big city of New York. But our reunion wasn't all great when the grumpy Charles wouldn't let me be after I was done paying him my debt. I find myself caught up between two different men and never expected to have my heart crushed by one when I got to know about a wrenching truth.
Helena POV
"Please hold on, I'm coming. I'll be right there; please tell them to wait. I'll be there in a... oops!" I exclaimed as I fell to the ground, having bumped into someone and spilled the paper cup of coffee I was holding all over him. The person, in turn, pushed me to the floor.
"Hey, you worthless dog! How dare you! Are you blind?" A man standing at 6 feet 3, with a strong build and striking features, bellowed while dusting off his suit. He seemed familiar, but I couldn't quite place where I'd seen him before. Regardless, his rudeness fuelled my determination to give it back.
"Hey, buddy, you're the worthless one here. You had your eyes up while walking. You even pushed me to the floor, but I let it slide."
"Well, I won't, not until you get me another suit and a pair of shoes because the coffee you spilled on me has stained my entire outfit," he said firmly.
As the exchange of words continued, oblivious to our surroundings, I could see the shock in his eyes over my retorts. The unexpected confrontation had escalated quickly, and now the two of us were engaged in a verbal sparring match, neither of us refusing to back down.
Fuelled by a mixture of embarrassment and indignation, I wasn't about to let the man's arrogant demeanor go unchallenged.
"You think I'm getting you anything? You should watch where you're going instead of blaming others for your clumsiness."
The man, seemingly taken aback by my feisty response, retorted, "Clumsiness? I don't spill coffee on people and then have the audacity to play the victim. You owe me a new suit, and I expect you to replace it."
Not one to back down, I stood my ground. "I owe you nothing! If anything, you owe me an apology for pushing me to the floor. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have places to be."
Our heated exchange continued, drawing the attention of onlookers who couldn't help but watch the unfolding drama. My bold and unapologetic demeanor clashed with the man's entitled attitude, creating a scene that neither of us expected when we crossed paths.
In the midst of the verbal jousting, I couldn't shake the feeling that I knew him from somewhere. Despite the chaos, a spark of recognition flickered in my mind, but the focus remained on the escalating confrontation. I attempted to leave, but he stopped me.
"Hey, where are you going, lady?! This suit is ruined because of you," the man persisted.
Undeterred, I shot back.
"Ruined? Your suit was probably more expensive than my entire wardrobe. I'm not your personal dry cleaner. Deal with it yourself."
He narrowed his eyes, clearly irritated. "You're incredibly rude, you know that? I demand compensation for this mess."
Crossing my arms defiantly, I replied, "Demand all you want, but you won't get anything from me. Maybe next time, watch where you're walking instead of expecting the world to cater to your every need."
The man scoffed, "You're impossible. A woman like you should learn some manners."
I chuckled sarcastically, "Oh, so now it's about gender? I don't need your approval or anyone else's. I suggest you find a dry cleaner and leave me alone."
He leaned in, an arrogant smirk on his face. "You can't just walk away from this. I won't let you."
I raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. "What are you going to do, follow me around all day? Good luck with that. I've dealt with worse than you."
Undeterred, he continued the verbal onslaught. "You think you're so clever, don't you? I bet you've never met someone like me."
I felt a mix of annoyance and amusement. "Oh, trust me, I've met plenty like you. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have things to do that don't involve arguing with entitled strangers."
But he wasn't finished. "I won't forget this. You'll regret crossing paths with me."
With indifference, I waved my hand with an eye roll, muttering, "I highly doubt that." I couldn't shake the feeling that this encounter, bizarre as it was, wouldn't be the end of our unexpected clash.
I couldn't help but wonder why he was so determined to engage in this verbal duel. Regardless of his classy appearance, he seemed hellbent on getting under my skin.
"You're not going anywhere until you compensate for my suit!" The man declared, grabbing my arm firmly when I attempted to go again.
My patience wearing thin, I shot back, "Let go of me! I owe you nothing. If you don't release my arm, you'll regret it." I said through gritted teeth.
He sneered, tightening his grip. "You think you can just ruin my suit and walk away? Pay up or face the consequences."
Undeterred, I gave him a mouthful. "Consequences? I don't take threats lightly. I suggest you let go before things get ugly."
Ignoring my warning, he continued, "You'll pay for this one way or another."
Fed up, I jerked my arm away, not intimidated by the two huge bodyguards standing behind him. "Touch me again, and you'll be the one in need of some painkillers."
The man, realizing I wasn't backing down, shouted, "Don't you dare!"
But, fuelled by a mix of anger and determination, I pushed him aside and forced my way through the imposing bodyguards with surprising strength. I sprinted through the mall, weaving through the crowd, not once looking back.
The man, fuming, yelled after me, "You can't escape this!"
My heart pounding, I reached the exit. Unfazed by the threats, I ran out of the mall, leaving behind the chaos I had inadvertently caused. As I disappeared into the bustling streets, I couldn't help but feel a surge of triumph.
"Love is blind!" Lucinda abandoned her beautiful and comfortable life because of a man. She married him and slaved off for him for three long years. One day, the scales finally fell off her eyes. She realized that all her efforts were in vain. Her husband, Nathaniel still treated her like shit. All he cared about was his lover. "Enough is enough! I quit wasting my years with an ungrateful man!" Lucinda's heart was shattered into many pieces, but she summoned up the courage to ask for a divorce. The news caused a stir online! A filthy rich young woman recently got divorced? She was a good catch! Countless CEOs and handsome young men immediately swarmed to her like bees to honey! Nathaniel couldn't take it anymore. He held a press conference and begged with teary eyes, "I love you, Lucinda. I can't live without you. Please come back to me." Would Lucinda give him a second chance? Read to find out!
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!”
"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.
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?
Two years ago, Ricky found himself coerced into marrying Emma to protect the woman he cherished. From Ricky's perspective, Emma was despicable, resorting to underhanded schemes to ensure their marriage. He maintained a distant and cold attitude toward her, reserving his warmth for another. Yet, Emma remained wholeheartedly dedicated to Ricky for more than ten years. As she grew weary and considered relinquishing her efforts, Ricky was seized by a sudden fear. Only when Emma's life teetered on the edge, pregnant with Ricky's child, did he recognize-the love of his life had always been Emma.
On their wedding night, Rogelio wrapped his fingers around Marian's neck and spat at her, "Congratulations! From now on, you live in hell!" The reason for his wrath was that he believed she was responsible for the death of his elder brother. So, he married her but refused to touch her, determined to make her suffer for the rest of her pitiful life! However, due to an unforeseen accident, Marian was forced to sleep with Rogelio in order to save him, and she ended up getting pregnant. Concealing her pregnancy, Marian lived cautiously under Rogelio's watchful eyes. He hated her and relentlessly humiliated her, yet he would never allow anyone else to lay a finger on her— "Mr. Bailey, your wife got into a fight with someone!" Rogelio secretly took action, eliminating that person completely. "Sir, your wife claimed that all of your family's wealth belongs to her!" Rogelio quietly transferred all the shares to her. Unaware of all this, Marian only wanted to escape, but Rogelio pulled her into his warm embrace, whispering, "Mrs. Bailey, where do you intend to go with our unborn child?"