Excerpt: "Please sir," Kate was crying as she tried to free herself from his grip but his grip was tight and hard. Miller flung her to the bed as soon as he dragged her to the room. "Undress or I do it. If I do it, you will have to leave here naked," he said to Kate who was crying. Since she was left with no other choice and she didn't want to go home naked, she began to undress. Miller pulled off his shirt and watched lustfully as she undress. *** Miller Chalmers is one of the richest and most handsome bachelors of Country A. He was a person who gets whatever he wants. This has been him until he met Kate. Kate is a normal city girl who has experienced suffering right from time and is still experiencing it. She felt her right trampled upon when Miller forced her to give him a blow job. She seeks revenge. Find out in this book a plot twist you'd never expected
Life goes on.
Life has always been a bed of stones for Kate since her father took ill during her last year in college. She engaged in menial jobs to keep her body and soul. Her father's hospital bills kept piling up but the doctor taking care of her father is nice enough not to have thrown him out of the hospital.
Kate dragged her feet as she made to open the door of their apartment. She sat on the sofa which was supposed to comfort her but all it made her feel is a pain as it felt as though she was sitting on the woods that made up the sofa. The foam had flattened such that you won't believe it once has a comforting foam. She exhales then dipped her hand into her pocket to count the total amount she realised today.
The money amounted to fifty dollars. She smiled bitterly. This is the highest amount she had made this week. She decided to spend thirty-five dollars on food, and five dollars on her sanitary pad and the remaining ten dollars will be kept in case of emergency. Mentally noting what to do, she went to take her bath. A refreshing bath after the day is a sign of better days.
By the time she was done bathing, it was already time for dinner and a few minutes to her newly acquired night shift job at a bar. She threw on her clothes and left in a hurry. She didn't have any dinner to grab.
She was lucky to get to the bar a few minutes before her shift begins. It is her first time working here so she was technically to assist one of the workers and learn at the same time. While waiting for the beginning of her shift, her mind drifted to her bedridden father. Her eyes blurred with tears. It'll be fine, she assures herself. She was still in reverie when she felt a hand tap her. She flinched and turned to see the lady she will be working with.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to startle you but I've been calling you for quite some time. I'm Rhoda," the lady smiled apologetically.
Kate smiled back. She can't blame the lady.
"Kate here," she said simply.
"Shift starts now," Rhoda said.
Kate followed her as she led her to change her clothes to the working uniform. The uniform was a trouser and a white shirt. The uniform gave the workers the look of a waiter whereas all they do is just work at a bar.
Rhoda went to take her position behind the bar. Kate did the same.
"One of the things to note is to always put a smile on your face. Customers don't like frowning attendants, do they?" Rhoda said.
Without waiting for a response, she continued, "You will also have to learn to be patient with them, especially those tipsy. We don't call them drunks. It sounds offensive," she said looking at Kate to know if she understands what she has been saying.
"You will also have to learn how to throw two drinks together in the right proportion," Rhoda continued her explanation as she attended to a customer smiling all sweetly at him.
"This is my first time handling alcohol," Kate said.
"It's not called alcohol. It sounds too direct. We call it booze or bevvy," Rhoda said.
"Everything seems to have another name," Kate couldn't help but wonder.
"Yes. As you can't call a person in prison a patient, certain terms are used here too," Rhoda smiled.
"Alright. I will have to learn how to throw the right portion of booze then," Kate said.
"Yap!" Rhoda answered sharply in order to face the new guy at the table.
"Hey milady," the guy said smiling at Rhoda and Kate.
The pairs returned the smile too.
"Something to keep whiskey happy," the guy said.
Rhoda turned to ready the drink. The guy ensued a conversation with Kate.
"You are new here?" the guy asked.
"Yes sir," Kate nodded.
"Oh! I thought as much. This is the first time I'm coming across an angelic human," the guy said.
Kate just looked at him blankly. "Thanks," she smiled when Rhoda nudged her.
"If you don't mind," the guy moved closer to Kate and lowered his voice, "We can have a nightstand. An angelic human should be able to take me to heaven," he said.
Kate smiled and leaned forward, "This one is devil's angel. Imma take you to hell," she said with a wicked grin hanging on her lips.
"It doesn't matter which you wanna take me to," the guy smiled.
"Your drink is ready sir," Rhoda said saving Kate.
"Think about it. You can find me around," the guy left with his drink.
"That response was bravo," Rhoda said.
"Will I get to meet people like him always?" Kate asked.
"Yes but not always. Most are usually as a result of being tipsy," Rhoda said.
"Okay," Kate nodded.
"Back to my explanation, we have special customers. They are usually rich people. You have to respect them a lot," Rhoda said.
"Are you saying the less rich people should be treated as nobody?" Kate asked as that was how she interpreted Rhoda's words.
"No. Rich people love to be treated differently," Rhoda said, "You know what I mean," she added.
Kate nodded.
Throughout the night, Kate met various kinds of people. Some came to drink off their sorrow. Some to have fun. Some came for fish as they call run girls. Some came just for night sightseeing. There are even some who came to cry. Kate was confused. Like, who comes to cry in a bar - a public place.
The following morning, Kate signed out before leaving for home, tired. She had her bath and prepared breakfast for herself and her father. Her body needed rest but she couldn't rest as she has other work to do that morning.
"Good morning father," Kate smiled sweetly at her father.
"How are you?" her father asked weakly.
"I'm fine, father. You don't need to worry about me. Take care of yourself," Kate said setting the breakfast on a table close to her father.
"Hope you didn't work at night?" her father questioned trying to sit up.
"Yes. I was home all night," Kate helped her father up.
"I don't want you stressed," her father said.
"I won't be," Kate smiled.
Kate helped her father with his breakfast.
"Father, rest well. I will be off to work now," Kate said.
Her father looked like he wanted to say something but held back.
"What are you trying to hide? Are you feeling pain anywhere? I will get the doctor," Kate was worried.
"No. I'm fine," her father forced a smile.
"Talk to me father, please. Should I call the doctor?" Kate said her eyes already holding back her tears.
"Your mother came," her father said.
Kate's expression changed from being teary to a flush of anger but she quickly hide it with a smile.
"That's some piece of news," she said flatly.
Lucia Balstone thought she had chosen the right man to spend the rest of her life with, but he was the one who ended her life. Their ten-year marriage seemed like a joke when her husband stabbed her with a dagger. Fortunately, God is never blind to people's tears. Lucia got a second chance. She was reborn at the age of 22, before all the terrible things had happened. This time, she was determined to avenge herself and let those who hurt her pay! She made an elaborate list of her goals, and the first thing on her list was to marry her ex-husband's enemy, Alonso Callen!
In order to fulfill her grandfather's last wish, Stella entered into a hasty marriage with an ordinary man she had never met before. However, even after becoming husband and wife on paper, they each led separate lives, barely crossing paths. A year later, Stella returned to Seamarsh City, hoping to finally meet her mysterious husband. To her astonishment, he sent her a text message, unexpectedly pleading for a divorce without ever having met her in person. Gritting her teeth, Stella replied, "So be it. Let’s get a divorce!" Following that, Stella made a bold move and joined the Prosperity Group, where she became a public relations officer that worked directly for the company’s CEO, Matthew. The handsome and enigmatic CEO was already bound in matrimony, and was known to be unwaveringly devoted to his wife in private. Unbeknownst to Stella, her mysterious husband was actually her boss, in his alternate identity! Determined to focus on her career, Stella deliberately kept her distance from the CEO, although she couldn't help but notice his deliberate attempts to get close to her. As time went on, her elusive husband had a change of heart. He suddenly refused to proceed with the divorce. When would his alternate identity be uncovered? Amidst a tumultuous blend of deception and profound love, what destiny awaited them?
Elodie took a deep breath and knocked, the sound echoing in the quiet corridor. A moment of silence passed, broken only by the pounding of her heart. Finally, the door snicked open, revealing a surprised Dashiell. 'Can't you see the Do Not Disturb sign? We don't want-' His initial frown quickly morphed into confusion at the sight of his wife. 'What are you doing here?' he demanded. 'Your girlfriend invited me,' Elodie replied, her voice laced with icy calm. She tried to peer past him, but his broad frame blocked the view. A saccharine voice chimed in from within the room. 'Elodie? Oh dear, we didn't mean for you to find out this way. It's just that-' Elodie cut her short. 'Oh please, Selene. Spare me the fake apologies. You wouldn't have sent me all those texts if you didn't want me to know.' Dashiell shifted uncomfortably, his face a mask of annoyance. 'What texts?' Elodie stepped past him, taking in the luxurious suite with a sardonic smile. The king-sized bed, the scattered rose petals, the lingering scent of sex – it all painted a vivid picture of their betrayal. She looked up at Dashiell, her gaze unwavering. 'I want a divorce.' ****** Dashiell lived a life of luxury, surrounded by the best things money could buy. But when a car accident left him vulnerable, he met Elodie, a seemingly ordinary woman who nursed him back to health. Mistaking her for just another employee, Dashiell entered into a loveless marriage with her solely for convenience. However, fate had a different script in store. Elodie, the 'ordinary nurse,' held a secret more precious than any diamond: she was the sole heiress to Northstar, a vast and powerful enterprise. Unaware of her true identity, Dashiell cast her aside when his ex-girlfriend returned, leaving Elodie humiliated. But Elodie was not one to be easily broken. She shed the facade of the meek nurse, reclaiming her rightful inheritance and stepping into the role of Northstar's CEO. Now, the woman Dashiell discarded was the one holding the reins of power. As Elodie thrives in her new role, Dashiell is consumed by regret. He finally sees Elodie for the extraordinary woman she truly is, realising the depth of his mistake. But will his remorse be enough to win back the heart he so carelessly discarded?
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?
Mia's life is spiraling out of control. Abandoned by her mother, bullied mercilessly at school, and thrown into a household of four dangerously attractive stepbrothers, she's desperate to find her footing. "You look absolutely edible," Sean growled, his eyes devouring her. Mia felt a rush of heat between her thighs "Oh, you think so?" she purred, turning to face him. She reached out and traced her fingers along the ribbon that wrapped around his waist. "Well, I've been waiting for this all day. And I'm starving." Sean's smile grew into a predatory grin. "Then let us feast," he said, and in a flash, the ribbon fell away, exposing his rock-hard length. He stepped closer, and Mia felt the warmth of his breath on her face as he whispered, "You're going to take every inch of us tonight, aren't you?" With Rolex's teasing smirk and Sean's quiet, hot stares, Mia doesn't know where to turn-or who to trust. Every glance, every touch leaves her breathless, confused, and craving more than she should. Will Mia survive their games, or will she lose herself in a dangerous world of secrets, seduction, and forbidden desire? One house. Four brothers. Endless temptation.
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!"