Two extraordinary love stories in a series. When Sadie Greer gets into an arranged marriage with a Crypto developer, an evil wrapped in a pretty thousand-dollar suit Cenric Wollf, she thinks her life is over. She only agrees to escape the family trap with a hefty price tag. With an ulterior motive, Cenric Wollf marries the daughter of his enemy-she's just his subject, his pawn, and to warm his bed. They fall deeper into their own trap-crazy chemistry and thrills, afraid they're losing control over until the sham marriage turns into something more real. Adley Kross does something beyond imaginable-proposing marriage to the man she despises for her inheritance. It doesn't take long enough for her to realize she's marrying the right man for the wrong reason. Her heart starts to beat on its own. Mykel Creed's only priority is making himself filthy rich with a little bit of fun along the way. When someone he owed comes to collect it, he has to pay it back with something that compromises his beliefs in relationships. It doesn't take a lot of convincing-he's already saying yes, even if it comes with stupid terms.
Business Deal
CENRIC
I hate promises.?I always would.?
When I made a promise to protect someone, I failed her. That changed my perspective-maybe it meant to be broken. Right now, it contradicted everything that I believed. I had to fulfill that promise. Even for someone like me, I couldn't escape from it.
It happened even before I became who I was, and I should have forgotten about it, but looking back at the dying woman in my arms I failed to protect, I just couldn't let it go. I had to make it possible, even if it meant signing off my life away from freedom.
I rifled through the folder on my desk. I wanted to get my mind off the wedding-my wedding in two days. And here I was, working my ass off even if I should be relaxing before the fucking end of my bachelor life.
But there was something about her that I couldn't shake off.?
I had not met her. I had decided not to. The marriage was a fucking business deal, and her family was even enthusiastic about that-the fact that I literally bought her, and she knew that-it sickened me.?
My brother, Cas, met her on my behalf. I always found excuses every time there were gatherings, even our engagement. I wouldn't call it a party because we were not in love.?
It was a business deal- mutual understanding between her father and me.
The blue folder caught my eye again, even if I tried to ignore it for the whole month.?
Fuck.?
I grabbed and flipped it open. I squeezed my eyes shut before I stared at the first page. Her picture caught me off guard. She looked young in this photograph, but I knew she was already twenty-one. In fact, she finished college this year.
"Like her already?" I almost fell off my chair. My cheeks burned as if someone had just caught my hand in a cookie jar.
I closed the folder and turned to face my brother. "What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to fit your stupid tux or something?"
He walked in towards my desk and grabbed the folder of the background check report I asked for from my PI. I was curious about my future wife, and at the same, I wanted to know a bit about her life. To be honest, I wanted to know her past relationships before our wedding.
Her family, on the other hand, I hated her father, and so as her brother. Who was sane father did that to his own blood??
Hanslo was a son of bitch who chose to save his business over his daughter.
Her brother, Jasper, was another fucking son of the bitch. I hated him even more-he had my future wife on his leash. It had to end, or I would finish it myself.?
"Cenric?" He snapped his fingers on my face. "Your teeth would crack if you wouldn't calm down. And you're about to create holes into that wall."?
"Sorry. Why are you here again?" I straightened up on my chair.
"I haven't told you, but I came here to check up on you and make sure you're not getting cold feet and planning to be a runaway groom."
I rolled my eyes. I looked down at the stacks of folders, and I wanted to throw them in the trash. I tried to focus on some things, particularly not reading the file of my bride. Shit. It sounded awful.
I saw her once, but that was years ago. I still wanted her to be ugly, fat, with braces and pimples, but if the picture in that folder is up to date, then she was undeniably gorgeous.?
She had a small round face. Her big crystal blue eyes staring back at me held a multitude of secrets. Her nose was straight and perfect. Those lips should be a sin. Her dark blonde hair just made her more beautiful.?
She was my downfall. I could feel it.
"I know everyone is gonna be nervous when getting married. It's normal. You wouldn't be human if you wouldn't feel like there's a knot in your stomach."
He was right, I had never been this nervous in forever, but knowing that my life would change drastically in a matter of two days, I couldn't shake this feeling off, so strange I wanted to throw up.
"Spare the advice, bro. You're not the one whose life is gonna be tied to a woman you don't know."?
"She's gonna be a good wife. Trust me. If you just took my advice to meet and know her, you wouldn't feel this way."
I glared at him. "I want to take care of her, not fall in love."
"So you admit that she's attractive?"
"Fuck you. I can't go through do that. Knowing her father and Jasper are power-hungry, I feel like I'm gonna fail her again. I won't let it happen."
"Then you made the right decision."
"I hope so. I hope she's not a pain in the ass."
"Can't be just you, brother. It should be one way or another."
"Fuck you. Get out before I run away and never show up on my wedding fucking day."
"It's fine by me. I will be marrying your fiancee."?
An utmost overpowering outrage gripped me. The words marrying and fiancee in one sentence made me see red. An unfamiliar possessiveness shocked me that even my own brother I wanted to wring his neck.?
He shook his head before his lips spread into a wide grin. His eyes glimmered with laughter. His lips twitched in amusement before he lifted his hands in a surrendering gesture.
"Get the fuck out. I have a lot of things I need to settle before I go on my merry wedding way."
"See you, brother." He saluted before he burst out of my office door.
Once Cas was gone, I shifted in my seat uncomfortably. I started to realize that there was no going back. Everything was set and ready for the big day, only me that I couldn't think of even getting a girlfriend, let alone getting married to the woman I knew nothing about aside from her being Greer.
I stared at her picture again, hoping it would magically turn her into an ugly duckling. But the more I stared at it, the more she turned into a fucking swan.?This is not happening.?Something about her that made me want to own her, mark her, take her right here, right now.?Jesus.
I was accustomed to letting my lust lead me when it came to sex. I got what I wanted, and I gave what I could. But by just looking at her image, I wished I was wrong. These unfamiliar feelings of raw lust, rage, and possessiveness started to be out of my control. And the worse part was, I had not even met her yet.
I almost jumped in my seat when my phone vibrated on my desk. An unknown number blinked on the screen.
"Wollf."
"Help me!" It was a voice of a terrified woman. My heart stopped dead in my chest.?
I froze for a moment.?Why do I feel like I know her?
"Who's this?"?
"Cenric-" The line went dead.
I stared at the screen in shock. "What the fuck?" She knew me and called my name, yet her voice was unfamiliar.
I dialed the number. I was the kind of man who never answered or called back, but I got the feeling it sounded like her life was hanging in the balance, and my instinct told me to protect her. Whoever she was.
Then it answered quickly from the other line.
"Who's this?"
"Cenric?" It was Jasper fucking Greer, my future brother-ass-in-law.
I shot him a bloody murderous glare even if he was not in front of me. "Where is she?"
"She's fine."
"Then why did she call? She sounded terrified, and the line went off after."
The other line went silent for a few seconds as if he was trading his words carefully. "She tried to escape."
"Is she held against her will?"
"She wants to run away. You know that she didn't want to get married from the start of the arrangement." Of course, who would willingly want to marry someone like me? I may be filthy rich, but not all women could be bought by fucking shiny and glittery diamonds.?
"Don't ever hurt her or lay a hand on her. If I ever see a small cut or bruise on her skin on my wedding day, call everything quits, even our fucking contract. Do you understand me?"
"Of course."
"And make sure in two days, I have a bride to marry, unscathed."
"I, Alpha Miller, hereby reject you, Isla Higgins, as my mate and Luna of the Pembroke pack," he said with a smirk as his beta pinned me against the wall. My heart shattered into a thousand pieces, and I felt a physical ache in my body as pain penetrated through me. “There is no competition here.” Mora, the girl who had made my life hell since childhood, wrapped herself around my fated mate, and he pulled her into his chest, kissing her with passion and lust. I glared at her in frustration and wished I could punch her fake image. Isla decides to leave the pack after the humiliating rejection and the betrayal. Five years later, she returns to her old pack after her mother falls ill. As she comes to terms with the past and becomes a respected warrior in the Eclipse Moon Pack, secrets and lies are revealed. Isla must decide whether to give her ex-mate a second chance or realize her worth without him.
My birth brought death to my mother, and my father grew to hate me for it, leaving me vulnerable to the abuse of my stepmother and stepsister. My mere appearance served as a constant reminder to my stepmother of the woman my father once loved the most - my mother. Consumed by jealousy, she relentlessly sought to destroy my life, but will she succeed? "Sign this contract, become my Luna, and after the contract term ends, you will receive generous rewards and freedom." "What do I need to do during the contract? Sleep with you?" "You just need to play the role of my Luna. We will only pretend to be a couple in public, and there's no need for marking each other," "It seems arrogance is indeed a common trait among every Alpha," "What?" "Alpha Logan, what makes you think I would readily accept your proposal?" I continued, my voice now laced with a mix of anger and defiance. "Just because I'm a wolf-less unwanted daughter? Or do you think you're so noble and handsome that I should be grateful and accept your offer for a large sum of money?" "I didn't mean it like that," he stumbled. I once thought the man who saved me was just an insignificant nobody, but little did I know he was the most ruthless Alpha on the entire continent, responsible for killing his own Mate. What stunned me was that he wanted me to become his Luna?!
"I, Gabriel Foster of the Nightfall Pack, hereby announce that my fated mate Raine will be joining our pack. I hope that everyone will treat both Raine and Luna Elena with equal respect in the future." My husband Gabriel had announced in front of all of our pack members on our third wedding anniversary that he had found his fated mate. I stared blankly at the two figures cuddled up in the center of the hall as a wave of numbness washed over me and I listened to all of the members of the pack congratulating them wholeheartedly. Gabriel's so-called Fated Mate, Raine, feigning innocence and vulnerability, handed me a glass of wine. But that glass of wine took my life! Yet, the Moon Goddess decided my story wasn't over. She granted me a second chance. This time, I am determined to peel back the mask of that bitch and make Gabriel experience a regret so profound it will be his living torment!
I yearned to be acknowledged as a deserving Luna, even though the entire pack never addressed me as such. Nevertheless, I persevered, striving for their respect. Within each pack, leaders must earn the pack's allegiance rather than coerce it. Hence, I continued to push myself beyond the limits I had never before explored. Yet, despite my relentless efforts, I was deceived and betrayed. My so-called mate, Brett, and my supposed best friend, Jennifer, shattered my trust. We grew up without parents, but I cared for Jennifer as a sister would. Nevertheless, she plunged a metaphorical knife into my back. Now and future, never again will I allow anyone to exploit my vulnerability, I will reclaim my standing.
"Mason, I want to cut all ties with you. No marriage and no bond. We're done," "You want a rejection?" "I know that you have never loved me, Mason... It would be better that we were both free to pursue our own interests." "Freedom? Willow, freedom is a privilege that only good and innocent people have the luxury of. You are neither of those things so what makes you think that I should let you go free?" He sneered. "What do you mean?" I said as my brows creased in confusion. "Isn't it fucking obvious?" Mason mocked as he cracked his knuckles in his hands, "Your parent's hands are stained with the blood of my parents, you don't deserve to be free whilst you atone for their sins?" *** Throughout my year of marriage, I have constantly suffered from the pain of Mate Bond. My mate would sleep with various she-wolves but never spare me a glance. He would allow his lovers to mock and insult me, his wife, his Luna, and he did it all just to inflict pain on me. I couldn't bear it any longer, so I asked to end the relationship, but he refused. Just when I felt pain and confusion, a powerful Lycan King appeared...
"I should have known you were like this, Olivia. You're so... disgusting, I think it's time for us to end," "No, Lucas, no..." Lucas looked at me coldly and said the words that broke my heart, "I, Lucas Mason of Shadowclaw Pack, reject you, Olivia Furlong of Bloodmoon Pack." "You are no longer my Luna," Lucas said, turning and leaving. I looked helplessly at the door, tears blurring my vision. *** My marriage was the outcome of a Pack alliance, and though Lucas and I weren't Fate Mates, our life together was fairly content. However, on the day of our wedding anniversary, I was framed for infidelity, and Lucas was furious to reject me. As I left, bewildered and heartbroken, I unexpectedly ran into my stepsister, revealing her as the mastermind behind it all. She ruthlessly plunged a silver dagger into me and I died in pain. But the story didn't end there. The Moon Goddess granted me a second chance! This time, I won't allow my stepsister's schemes to succeed, nor will I ever let myself get close to Lucas again. Little did I know that this new life would be filled with unexpected twists and turns...
Madisyn was stunned to discover that she was not her parents' biological child. Due to the real daughter's scheming, she was kicked out and became a laughingstock. Thought to be born to peasants, Madisyn was shocked to find that her real father was the richest man in the city, and her brothers were renowned figures in their respective fields. They showered her with love, only to learn that Madisyn had a thriving business of her own. "Stop pestering me!" said her ex-boyfriend. "My heart only belongs to Jenna." "How dare you think that my woman has feelings for you?" claimed a mysterious bigwig.
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!"
For as long as Emily can remember, she has wanted to overcome her shyness and explore her sexuality. Still, everything changes when she receives an invitation to visit one of the town's most prestigious BDSM clubs, DESIRE'S DEN. On the day she chose to peruse the club, she noticed three men, all dressed in suits, standing on the upper level, near the railing. Despite her limited vision, she persisted in fixating on them. Their towering statues belied the toned bodies concealed by their sharply tailored suits-or so she could tell. The hair of two of them was short and dark, and the third had light brown-possibly blond-hair that reached the shoulders. The dark, crimson background incised their figures, exuding an air of mystery and strength. They stood in stark contrast to the unfiltered, primal energy that pulsed through the club. Shocked by the desires these men aroused in her, she was disappointed to learn that they were masters seeking a slave to divide and conquer. She couldn't afford the fee, and she also realized that they were outside her league. Emily hurriedly left the club, feeling disappointed and depressed, unaware that she had also caught the group's attention. A world of wicked pleasure, three handsome men. Over the years, they have lived a life of decadence, their lavish lair serving as a stage for their most sinister desires. But despite the unending parade of willing subjects, one woman sticks out. A mysterious stranger with white porcelain skin and a killer body, a slave, a name with no address, the first lady to attract their eye and they will go to any length to obtain her no matter the consequences.
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.
In the previous life, Maggie Johnson was so cowardly, gullible and stupid that she was coaxed by her fiance and stepsister and then broke her legs and lost everything including her fortune, love and even life. However, she was so lucky that she was reborn in the year before everything happened. Since her life restarted, how could she repeat a previous tragedy? Therefore, in this life, she took the opportunity to improve herself and take revenge on the ones who had ever insulted her. Facing the people who had humiliated her previously, she became smart and experienced to break their frames and tricks that had caused her to hurt in the previous life. Finally, no one could stop her pace to amaze the world any more.
Janet was adopted when she was a kid -- a dream come true for orphans. However, her life was anything but happy. Her adoptive mother taunted and bullied her all her life. Janet got the love and affection of a parent from the old maid who raised her. Unfortunately, the old woman fell ill, and Janet had to marry a worthless man in place of her parents' biological daughter to meet the maid's medical expenses. Could this be a Cinderella's tale? But the man was far from a prince, except for his handsome appearance. Ethan was the illegitimate son of a wealthy family who lived a reckless life and barely made ends meet. He got married to fulfill his mother's last wish. However, on his wedding night, he had an inkling that his wife was different from what he had heard about her. Fate had united the two people with deep secrets. Was Ethan truly the man we thought he was? Surprisingly, he bore an uncanny resemblance to the impenetrable wealthiest man in the city. Would he find out that Janet married him in place of her sister? Would their marriage be a romantic tale or an utter disaster? Read on to unravel Janet and Ethan's journey.