Katherine Williams is the perfect business woman and daughter. She made her way through school with amazing results and now she's running the family's world wide publishing company, Williams & Williams. Lucinda Williams is also considered perfect. She completed school with equally amazing results as Katherine and is now one of the best lawyers in the city. As her sister strives for the perfect white wedding, 2.5 kids and a picket fence, Katherine begins to realize that it's not only about work. She doesn't want a relationship though. She doesn't even believe in Love. No, she wants to get her family off her back with the illusion of a long lasting relationship. Liam Robinson is a business man who isn't looking for a relationship either. He's just trying to forget the past whilst keeping his parents and friends off his back about settling down. Neither he nor Katherine knew that one cup of coffee could change both their lives. So what happens when you sign a contract, attend a chaotic wedding and pretend to fall in love?
I nodded absent mindedly with heavy sighs as my best friend, Bianca spoke about the dramas of weddings. I was playing with a packet of sugar, leaning back on the wooden counter. She didn't need to tell me about wedding drama's. I knew all about them by heart. No, not because I am getting married, or have been married. In fact, out of my three relationships in my twenty nine years, the longest relationship I've had was 4 months. I ended it of course because he was too clingy wanted to move in and things. I felt as if I was being smothered.
But the point is, I won't be getting married anytime soon. My sister on the other hand will be getting married soon,very soon. On the first Saturday in December in fact, only two months away.
"Hey Kate." My sister of course. I squeeze my eyes shut waiting for her to bombard me with questions. "So I was wondering if your boyfriend will be coming to my wedding?" I gulp down all the air can get, as the lie I had told my family months ago comes rushing back to haunt me.
"Of course. We'll both be there from the 30th of November." I said trying to sound excited. "Awesome. But make sure he's not too perfect because, well, it is my wedding. Okay? Okay. I love you and you have to pick up the cake samples this afternoon. Bye."And she hung up abruptly without another word.
Surprisingly, she signed off without asking about dresses, or flowers, or the wedding shower. But she'd asked the one question I never wanted her to ask. If my boyfriend was coming, staring at my phone, I wondered how I'd get out of this.
It had all started in June at my 29th birthday. Everyone was talking about Lucinda's engagement when suddenly my mother turned to me and started going on and on about how old I was and how I should be getting married soon. We'd had this conversation so many times and not wanting to have to hear about love again, I lied through my teeth. I told them I had meet someone in April. Now it was October though, and I had wriggled out of every situation I could have introduced my 'Boyfriend' to them. But this time, I knew it wouldn't work. And after all, weddings are the ultimate family event.
"I need to find myself a boyfriend." I said, blinking at Bianca. "Why so sudden?"She questioned me as she made herself a skinny latte.
"Remember that lie I told my family,and how you told me that I should tell them the truth?" She nodded in understanding.
"Well, I kind of didn't tell them the truth and the lies been going ever since." B's eyes grew wide, with both shock and excitement.
"So I need to find a fake boyfriend, visit my lawyer, make the so called boyfriend sign a contract and impress my parents." I added to myself, to begin mentally planning my afternoon.
"Why do you need a contract? Why not go out there, be spontaneous and fall in love?" I rolled my eyes gagging inside at this terrible cliche. B had always been a romantic at heart and was often telling me to drop everything and take a chance.
"Won't work." I said as she handed me a latte. Decaf with skim milk of course. When I looked at her after taking a sip though, she had her lips pursed and eyebrows raised.
"Why not?" I put my coffee cup on the counter and looked her in the eye.
"Two reasons. First, spontaneity only leads to bad things. Always. And I speak from experience." "One experience." She interrupted smiling with so called wisdom. I just rolled my eyes and continued. "Secondly, love is a lie. Someone made it up. Probably to make money. It doesn't exist." I ended taking another sip of my latte.
"Love is amazing. It's like magic." She said, out of this world. Her eyes had a glazed look and I rolled my eyes at her nonsense. "You would know." I said sharply. B had never had a real relationship. She was independent and liked to be free. She liked to party, dance, paint and be her own boss. That's why she opened her coffee shop, Green Bean. It meant she works her hours and does what she wants.
In some ways, I would love to have that freedom but I live on structure, routine, organization and deadlines. Those kind of things are my world and the thought of leaving it behind for a very tempting freedom scare's me way too much. I mean, I make plans to plan!
In a way though, I kind of have to. My parents gave me the family business when I was twenty and I've been running it ever since. Rather well too if I may say so.
It's a publishing business and it's always complicated and busy. But I get a thrill out of rushing into the office, ordering a coffee and being rushed from meeting to meeting. Because when I get a spare moment to think, that's when feelings and emotions creep up messing with my mind. I'm not a cold bitch but relationships are complicated for my liking,so why bother?
The bell over the door rung out though the previously quite shop with a small ring, bringing me out of my thoughts. I stood up straight and adjusted my orange Yumi polkat dot skirt. Picking up my coffee cup, I took a step back as B stepped forward. I looked up quickly seeing a man wearing a blue shirt and black trousers. He was clean shaven and his dark hair was neat but not overly neat. He looked casual and had a care free air about him but was smartly dressed at the same time.
I fished out my phone as B took his order and began making his coffee. As B did so, she flirted with him shamelessly. He didn't flirt back which was a surprise because he had that player air about him and B was absolutely stunning with honey blond hair and a pale skin tone. She was petite and delicate but fun and feisty. Eventually though she gave up and focused on making his coffee, whilst he read the newspaper at the other end of the long wooden bench.
"I'll have a muffin too please. Anyone." He said without looking up. B threw me a look that said, Can-you-please? I nodded and slid open the cupboard picking a random muffin and shoving it into a white paper bag. I then grabbed a brown paper bag, throwing in a napkin and loyalty card.
Chloe Cruise, the daughter of multimillionaire and business extraordinaire Austin Cruise, is set to take her father's place at a charity event in the Hamptons when everything goes downhill. Upon arriving, she meets older sister Sienna's new beau, less then impressed with how her sister is turning out because of him. Always classy, never trashy is her motto. Sometimes the saying doesn't apply to everyone though. Things only get worse as the charity event is crashed by two attractive, angry mobsters bearing guns. They demand Chloe go with them, but what do they want with her? Well with money, and Chloe is money, comes great power. Who doesn't want power?
Leila Aliyev grew up with her abusive step father and neglectful mother and had only herself to rely on. When Leila was sixteen and her mother died of a drug overdose, she was forced to run away or be 'taken care of' by her twisted step father, Paul. With that thought, she packed her bags and fled hoping she'd be free and be able to live a normal life. She was wrong. Almost four years later Leila had worked from house to house as a maid. She was bought and sold by many different people, some sane and some insane, so being an 'object' was the only thing she'd ever really known. When her most recent owner decides to get rid of her, she is once again put on the market waiting to be bought once again. Little did she know the next person to buy her was one of the most dangerous men in the world... Dante Constanzo the leader of the Italian Mafia. Despite his God-like looks, he was terrifying. He was everything Leila was not; intimidating, authoritative, controlling and he got everything he wanted. When Leila catches his eye at the bidding, he wants her and what Dante wants he gets.Will Leila be able to cope in the midst of Dante's formidable life whilst having her past constantly torturing her mind, or will she leave? After all she seems to be...The Mafia Love Prey.
"You're mine, little puppy," Kylan growled against my neck. A soft gasp escaped my lips as his lips brushed my skin. My mind screamed at me to push him away-the Lycan Prince who had humiliated me again and again, but my body betrayed me, leaning into him before I could stop myself. He pressed his lips against mine, and his kiss grew more aggressive, more possessive as I felt my legs weaken. What was I doing? In a split-second, I pulled away and slapped him hard across the face. Kylan's eyes darkened, but the smirk on his lips exposed his amusement. "You and I both know we can't fight this, Violet," he said, gripping my wrist. "You're my mate." "And yet you don't want me," I replied. "You told me you were ashamed of me, that l'd never be your queen, that you'd never love me. So please, accept my rejection and let me go." "Never," he whispered, his grip tightening as he pulled me closer. "Soon enough, you'll be begging for me. and when you do-I'll use you as I see fit and then I'll reject you."
To the public, she was the CEO's executive secretary. Behind closed doors, she was the wife he never officially acknowledged. Jenessa was elated when she learned that she was pregnant. But that joy was replaced with dread as her husband, Ryan, showered his affections on his first love. With a heavy heart, she chose to set him free and leave. When they met again, Ryan's attention was caught by Jenessa's protruding belly. "Whose child are you carrying?!" he demanded. But she only scoffed. "It's none of your business, my dear ex-husband!"
After three years of loveless marriage, Kira was slapped with divorce papers. She has shown him her unrequited love throughout her entire marriage with him, but he decided to turn blind eyes all because of his lover. Distraught and heartbroken, Kira choose to sign the divorce papers with bitter heart. But then and there, she promised herself that when she's back, he will come crawling to her, but she will make him pay for hurting her. Join Kira as she transform to a wealthy heiress and soared as the CEO of a multi-billion-dollar empire, a remarkable healer and make her ex-husband pay!
After hiding her true identity throughout her three-year marriage to Colton, Allison had committed wholeheartedly, only to find herself neglected and pushed toward divorce. Disheartened, she set out to rediscover her true self-a talented perfumer, the mastermind of a famous intelligence agency, and the heir to a secret hacker network. Realizing his mistakes, Colton expressed his regret. "I know I messed up. Please, give me another chance." Yet, Kellan, a once-disabled tycoon, stood up from his wheelchair, took Allison's hand, and scoffed dismissively, "You think she'll take you back? Dream on."
There was only one man in Raegan's heart, and it was Mitchel. In the second year of her marriage to him, she got pregnant. Raegan's joy knew no bounds. But before she could break the news to her husband, he served her divorce papers because he wanted to marry his first love. After an accident, Raegan lay in the pool of her own blood and called out to Mitchel for help. Unfortunately, he left with his first love in his arms. Raegan escaped death by the whiskers. Afterward, she decided to get her life back on track. Her name was everywhere years later. Mitchel became very uncomfortable. For some reason, he began to miss her. His heart ached when he saw her all smiles with another man. He crashed her wedding and fell to his knees while she was at the altar. With bloodshot eyes, he queried, "I thought you said your love for me is unbreakable? How come you are getting married to someone else? Come back to me!"
Amy didn't expect that her husband whom she had loved and trusted earnestly for many years would be cheating on her by having sex with his secretary. When she confronted him, he and his secretary mocked and ridiculed her, they called her barren to her face, afterall, she had not conceived for the past three years that she had been married to her husband, Callan. Terribly Heartbroken, she filed for divorce and left to the club, she picked a random gigolo, had a hot one night stand with him, paid him and dissapeared to a small city. She came back to the country six years later with three identical cute boys and three identical cute girls of the same age. She settled and got a job but soon find out that her CEO was the gigolo she had sex with six years back at the club. Will she be able to hide her six little cuties from her CEO, who happens to be the most powerful man in NorthHill and beleived to be infertile? Can Amy and the most powerful man in NorthHill get along considering the social gap between them.