Frankie Petrovic is in over her head. Her one night stand is showing up all over the place, breaking into her trailer and offering her weird propositions. As if that's not enough, she is kind of dating Adonis-like, baseball star who has a strange tendency to peek though other people's windows. The two men she is involved with are incredibly handsome, but are very secretive. That is until she stumbles upon a dead girl and they start opening up. Now one claims to be an FBl agent, while the other claims to be a private investigator. Can she trust either of them?
The most important thing you need to
remember about me: I'm impulsive.
Which, I have to admit, doesn't always
make for the greatest decisions.
The biggest amount of trouble I've gotten
into has to be the time when I worked
as a flight attendant. I had a deranged
couple in the first class who fought
through most of the tiresome long-haul
flight. It escalated without a warning
when he smashed his champagne glass
and pressed it against her throat. Instinct
took over and I was on him in a flash.
I rammed him with my beverage cart
before I attacked him with Chanel No.
I may have saved her life, but I had also
gotten fired.
Granted, not fired in an old fashioned
sense, but in a new, modern way. Which
translates into me being rewarded by
getting a paid leave of absence for a
remaining year of my contract. And an
unspoken promise that there would
never be another contract again.
Devastated that I had to leave my dream
behind, I pulled a Frankie Petrovic
classic. I acted on spur-of-the-moment,
bought a trailer and be the rest of the
year on the road.
I glanced out the window of Mary's Diner
just in time to see four friends stumbling
out of a bar from across the street. They
were laughing, having the time of their
lives. I couldn't remember the last time I
had tumbled out of a bar.
I grabbed a tall glass from the table I sat
at and took a sip of water, wishing the
diner offered wine. Cracking a smile as
an idea occurred to me, I pushed away
my half-empty plate of grilled vegetables
and fries. I waveda waitress over, paid
for my dinner, left a generous tip and
said goodnight.
Walking across the street, I let my hair
down. Thick blonde waves fell on my
shoulders and cascaded down my back.
A few turquoise highlights could be
seen- yet another consequence of my
I-got-fired breakdown. I ran my fingers
through it, trying to tame the lion's mane
look I rocked.
I inspected my clothes critically. Browwn
boots, worn-out jeans, and a form-fitting
green top. Nothing fancy, but my
lucky top would help me pull it off as
a going out outfit. I rarely wore it out
of superstition that its magical powers
wouldn't work if I wore it all the time.
With some difficulty, I pulled the
ridiculously heavy doors of the bar open
and stumbled in. Right at the entrance, I
halted to let my eyes adjust to the dark
and foggy room. The smell of cigarettes
was heavy and the smoke slowly weaved
through the thick air.
“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?”
Yelena discovered that she wasn't her parents' biological child. After seeing through their ploy to trade her as a pawn in a business deal, she was sent away to her barren birthplace. There, she stumbled upon her true origins—a lineage of historic opulence. Her real family showered her with love and adoration. In the face of her so-called sister's envy, Yelena conquered every adversity and took her revenge, all while showcasing her talents. She soon caught the attention of the city's most eligible bachelor. He cornered Yelena and pinned her against the wall. “It's time to reveal your true identity, darling.”
Desperate to handle her grandmother's towering medical bills, Gianna agreed to a contract marriage with Tristan, the enigmatic man she'd once shared a one-night stand with. She assumed they'd fulfill each other's needs and dissolve the arrangement once the terms expired. Unbeknownst to Gianna, this marriage was a dream Tristan had clung to for ten relentless years. Certain she was just filling someone else's role, Gianna prepared to leave when that other woman returned. But Tristan, his eyes burning with unspoken emotion, seized her trembling hand and declared, "You’re mine. Now and always."
Madison had always believed that she would marry Colten. She spent her youth admiring him from afar, dreaming of their future life together. But Colten was always indifferent to her, and when he abandoned her at a time when she needed him most, she finally realized that he never loved her. With renewed resolve and a thirst for revenge, Madison left. Endless possibilities lay ahead, but Colten was no longer part of her plans. Colten rushed to her place in a panic. "Madison, please come back to me. I’ll give you everything!" It was his powerful uncle who answered the door. "She's my woman now."
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."
Once upon a time, there were two kingdoms once at peace. The kingdom of Salem and the kingdom of Mombana... Until the day, the king of Mombana passed away and a new monarch took over, Prince Cone. Prince Cone, has always been hungry for more power and more and more. After his coronation, he attacked Salem. The attack was so unexpected, Salem never prepared for it. They were caught off guard. The king and Queen was killed, the prince was taken into slavery. The people of Salem that survived the war was enslaved, their land taken from them. Their women were made sex slaves. They lost everything, including their land. Evil befall the land of Salem in form of Prince Cone, and the prince of Salem in his slavery was filled with so much rage. The prince of Salem, Prince Lucien swore revenge. 🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳 Ten years later, thirty-years old Lucien and his people raided a coup and escaped slavery. They went into hiding and recuperated. They trained day and night under the leadership of the fearless and cold Lucien who was driven with everything in him to get back their land, and take Mombana land too. It took them five years before they ambushed and attacked Mombana. They killed Prince Cone and reclaimed everything. As they screamed out their victory, Lucien's eyes found and pinned the proud princess of Mombana. Princess Danika. The daughter of Prince Cone. As Lucien stared at her with the coldest eyes anyone can ever possess, he felt victory for the first time. He walked to the princess with the slave collar he'd won for ten years rattling in his hand as he walked. He reached close to her and with a swift movement, he collared her neck. Then, he tilted her chin up, staring into the bluest eyes and the most beautiful face ever created, he gave her a cold smile. "You are my acquisition. My slave. My sex slave. My property. I will pay you in spades, everything you and your father ever did to me and my people." He stated curtly. Pure hatred, coldness and victory was the only emotion on his face. .