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"You think I want to be your wife?" Rose laughed scornfully. Not a million times. "Yes, Rose. You're going to take Rosa's place! I don't need you to be my wife, I just need you to stand there in Rosa's place!" Robert's words were emphatic. "You know what will happen if you refuse me? Firstly, I will keep Kenzie out of your reach, secondly, I will deport your father Romeo, thirdly, I will sell you to a brothel!"
"Smile, Rose." The whisper of the man beside her made Rose feel nauseous for a moment.
Rose glanced disdainfully from behind the bridal veil at the towering man in a white suit. Robert's handsome face, which has a solid jaw and eyes as blue as the ocean, did not interest her.
"Robert Miller!"
The girl's face was very tense with her hands adorned with white lace sheaths, squeezing each other tightly. She really wanted to run off the aisle, leave the lecherous doctor and embarrass him in front of dozens of cameras that were glaring at him. Surely it would be nice to be able to bring down the good name of Robert Miller.
However, Rose's feet remained glued to her feet, standing next to the famous doctor, who would soon become her legal husband. The thing that never crossed her mind at all, was bound for life with a man who had abandoned her sister.
"Don't you dare do that, Rose!" The threatening whisper was heard again.
Rose became weak, it was still clear what the consequences would be if she ran away from this marriage. Lost Kenzie, the child born to his younger brother and father who will be deported. The woman's body shivered, unable to imagine if this happened.
If only she hadn't gotten her revenge by separating Robert and Rosa, the real bride-to-be. So, it's impossible for Rose to have to bear the consequences by becoming a surrogate bride. The rice had turned to porridge, the woman couldn't imagine what it would be like to live by bearing the surname of the man she hated.
"Now I declare that you are husband and wife lawfully. Robert Miller you may kiss your wife Rose Gonzalez Miller."
Rose's body trembled at the priest's words. The jaws on Rose's face hardened as Robert removed her hood and smiled gently like an angel.
Rose felt the pain on her lips from Robert's bite. Not an intimate kiss that she got but a sore on her injured lips. The girl glared at Robert with misty eyes, as if to pounce on the man.
"Smile Rose, you're a Miller now."
Rose blinked and unconsciously the crystal beads that had been reminiscing about earlier, trickled down her smooth cheeks. The girl could not contain the emotions and hatred that had broken out in her.
"Wow, look! The female surrogate is moved." Words full of emotion and admiration from the invitees, made Rose sob even more with annoyance.
'I'm not moved! But I hate all of this. Don't you know this is my cry of anger!' shouted Rose inside.
"Rose..." Robert touched Rose's oval face gently, he gently wiped the teardrops that ran down the beautiful face.
The cold stare of the woman with brown eyes seemed to be about to stab him, but Robert returned it with eyes full of love. It's not difficult for Robert to just act romantically, because in fact it is a natural talent that the celebrity doctor has.
Robert lowered his face and without warning kissed Rose's lips tenderly. The man deliberately put on an impressive spectacle that would amaze every guest. He could feel Rose's hand gripping his shoulder hard, but Robert didn't budge to keep his kisses on Rose's sweet lips any longer.
"I didn't expect your lips to be so delicious," Robert whispered as he broke the bite between them.
"You wolf in sheep's clothing!" Rose hissed hatefully.
Rose wanted to leave when the blessing ceremony was over. Tears streamed down her face, blurring her vision. She wanted to run away from the crowd and dozens of reporters' camera beams, but Robert's hands tightened around her arm.
"Ah, honey, you look so happy." Robert pulled Rose into his arms.
He took a handkerchief from his service pocket and gently wiped the tears from Rose's face. His gentle demeanor made Rose tremble, while to others it seemed so romantic.
The intimacy shown by Robert and the way he looked at Rose, became the main topic of conversation that night. Everyone is sure that Robert loves Rose more than Rosa.
"Kiss your bride, Doctor Robert!" A shout from one of Robert's co-workers made the man smile widely.
"No, stop it," whispered Rose, trembling.
She didn't want his lips to stick to hers again. Rose was afraid that the warmth that was transmitted would dispel the hatred she had cultivated for so long. Rose kept muttering in her heart, if Robert was an antagonist, an enemy she had to punish for life.
"Why, Rose, are you afraid I'll make you fall in love?" Robert's soft whisper in her ear made Rose's hair stand on end.
The man returned without permission to put his lips gently on Rose's. He rubbed gently, while holding Rose's back. Robert ignored the pain from Rose's grip on his shoulder.
"Wow, you two really love each other." Those words made Rose's ears turn red.
"The bride is really lucky to be loved by a doctor like Robert," said another invitee.
"There's no love in this marriage. He married me just because he wanted to punish me. Why doesn't Robert stop doing this as well?" Rose thought, screaming with sorrow, denying all the presumptions that the invitees had made.
"You enjoyed it, honey," Robert's voice cracked as their lips parted, much to Rose's disgust.
"Stop! Don't ever do that again." Rose whispered furiously.
Robert chuckled as he rubbed Rose's mouth. He then turned around to present his beautiful face so that journalists' cameras could capture it more clearly.
"Smile, Rose, otherwise I'll be doing more than just a kiss." Robert whispered as he caressed Rose's face. "I'm sorry my bride, she's just too shy in a crowd like this."
Robert's words made all the reporters and invitees laugh out loud. There was a clamor of people teasing Rose who they thought was still being coy.
A second later Rose showed her beautiful face. The smile on the woman's face could even make Robert gasp. He looked at Rose with a look full of admiration. The love that Robert displayed became a beautiful moment that was immortalized.
Moments later Rose managed to escape from the event. He looked around the room trying to find the whereabouts of Romeo and also his younger brother Ryan. Rose wanted to take them and Kenzie to escape immediately.
"Where's Daddy and Ryan." Still holding Kenzie in her arms, Rose continued to walk restlessly.
"Where are you going?" Robert, who was previously busy with some of his friends congratulating him, suddenly stood in front of Rose.
"I have complied with your threat, now let me get out of here." Really, Rose felt uncomfortable at a party that wasn't really meant for her.
"Kenzie, as with our agreement, Kenzie will stay with Aunt Jasmine tonight, okay?" Robert took Kenzie from Rose's arms.
"Don't ... don't take him away," Rose pleaded.
Melanie married Ashton out of gratitude, but she quickly found herself entangled in a web of relentless challenges. Despite these struggles, she stayed true to her commitment to the marriage. In the hospital room, Ashton indifferently attempted to draw her blood, disregarding her discomfort. This callous act was a harsh revelation for Melanie, awakening her to the grim reality of their relationship. Resolved to prioritize her own welfare, she decided to sever ties. With newfound resolve, Melanie filed for divorce. In the process, she unveiled her concealed identities, leaving everyone in shock. Throughout these turbulent times, Melanie realized that Derek, Ashton’s uncle, had been discreetly protecting her all along.
"Please trust me, I didn't do anything." "I don't believe you. I am rejecting you as my Queen and giving you the punishment of death." Alina was living outside her pack for five years. Her parents didn't try to contact her and always ignored her. Her best friend convinced her to go back to their pack and she agreed. But she had never imagined what was waiting there for her. She never thought she would meet her mate and had to face betrayal from everywhere. She had to pay for the crime which she never committed. Aaron Robertson is the king of Lycans. He is a very dominant and powerful King who not only rules Lycans but also rules other ranks of werewolves. Everyone is afraid of Lycans and he is the king of them. But who knew that he would get a mate who was just a simple Omega with no powers and strengths? He called her weak all the time but Little did he know that his weak Omega would give him the biggest betrayal of his life for which he had to give her the sentence of death.
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.”
Dear readers, this book has resumed daily updates. It took Sabrina three whole years to realize that her husband, Tyrone didn't have a heart. He was the coldest and most indifferent man she had ever met. He never smiled at her, let alone treated her like his wife. To make matters worse, the return of the woman he had eyes for brought Sabrina nothing but divorce papers. Sabrina's heart broke. Hoping that there was still a chance for them to work on their marriage, she asked, "Quick question,Tyrone. Would you still divorce me if I told you that I was pregnant?" "Absolutely!" he responded. Realizing that she didn't mean shit to him, Sabrina decided to let go. She signed the divorce agreement while lying on her sickbed with a broken heart. Surprisingly, that wasn't the end for the couple. It was as if scales fell off Tyrone's eyes after she signed the divorce agreement. The once so heartless man groveled at her bedside and pleaded, "Sabrina, I made a big mistake. Please don't divorce me. I promise to change." Sabrina smiled weakly, not knowing what to do...
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.
Janice, the long-forgotten legitimate heiress, made her way back to her family, pouring her heart into winning their hearts. Yet, she had to relinquish her very identity, her academic credentials, and her creative works to her foster sister. In return for her sacrifices, she found no warmth, only deeper neglect. Resolute, Janice vowed to cut off all emotional bonds. Transformed, she now stood as a master of martial arts, adept in eight languages, an esteemed medical expert, and a celebrated designer. With newfound resolve, she declared, "From this day forward, no one in this family shall cross me."