A mysterious man.Sexy. Charming and predator began the hunt.. A bet of millions. He wasn't the kind of man he liked to lose. She was everything he didn't know. Desire. Love. Prohibited. A marriage contract filled with unexpected details...
His background notes were complete.
Name?
Elisabeth Morris
Age- 35 years
American. Fixed residence in Florida.
She liked books. Student. She appreciated art, literature, and...
He smiled, satisfied reading the information, and faced himself in the mirror assessing her profile. The fit of dress shirt fits perfectly over wide shoulders, accentuating your profile.
It was like closing a big deal. He was gathering weapons for the attack. More than that, he wanted that woman.
There was something that just attracted her. It was an almost palpable need.
Ray Clayton smiled, scratching his stubble in the boardroom office of the large multinational that the family ran. The almond-shaped eyes were shrewd and devoured the pages of the report.
Life took turns. Investing in the food field now that the company finally had the food patent... It was much more economical. Vertical insect farms. And the profits...
Young admin. He had everything that could be more attractive in a woman. Even the tan that accentuated the beauty of his fair skin. Black hair. It was without a doubt the look of winning over any woman. Minus her.
That was challenging. Usually, women surrounded him interested in his company.
Ray continued reading and devouring each piece of information savoring the sight of the prize. A fair-haired woman with bright, defiant green eyes. A five-year difference. He was younger and unwilling to accept obstacles or social conventions.
Address. Identity and Social Security Number.
He was evaluating the latest police investigations. Criminal record. The woman was a natural magnet for trouble. Rich family. She hadn't had any contact with them for years. And very strange deaths had happened in her absence. There was a sealed will. And the date set for the reading. And the investigations of murder took place in the secrecy of justice.
"How could he have been so innocent? Didn't notice the whole frame?"
"How could anyone not have noticed? You should have."
Ray had detectives. An incredible coup of millions and armed in the smallest details. She hadn't noticed. Some smart guy was hoping to make millions off a young survivor of a family that had come to a tragic end. He? He was having work and discreetly interceding, closing in until he could get close and gain her trust. An heiress. People like the two of them shouldn't mix with the rest. He needed to make his future lady wife understand that. They were the cream of society.
"It takes work to keep you safe. Even the security people complained..."
-The woman...- the detective began.
And Ray's glaring eyes were icy.
-The woman in question will be the future Mrs. Clayton. As soon as he manages to win your affection and admiration. Am I clear?
The detective nodded. There were people who asked for everything in that job.
He'd gone to a lot of trouble to find out about her tastes and preferences in everything. Places she liked. Clothes and props.
Ray smiled satisfied.
-Shoes?
-38, sir.
He smiled, picturing the high stiletto heels he intended to buy.
-Favorite color?
-Red. Blue...
-Religion?
-It's not orthodox.
He nodded. It didn't matter much. It was curious. In the United States... There was no sound of drums like in other countries. Drums were banned in Uncle Sam's land for over 100 years.
-Musical taste?
He'd expected something more upscale after reading the list of colleges she'd attended, courses, and varied interests. He personally liked the piano. Guitar. Classical music? Opera?
-I prefer rock. Blues.- Ray sighed.
He looked over the medical chart, watching for allergies. A younger brother had a seafood allergy as the reason for his death certificate. asphyxia. a fulminant anaphylactic reaction.
-Smoker?
Ray shook his head.
He was on the most urgent action list. She had allergic asthma. And as incredible as she could be. She had managed to find someone who didn't drink beer.
-Red and itchy rashes on the skin. ...illness. Nausea and vomiting. ...
-And lactose allergy, sir.
"Someone very easy to accidentally kill themselves and win a guilty verdict, wasn't it?"
- There is a job interview..
He sighed impatiently, drumming his fingers on the desk in his office.
"All as planned to keep the future Mrs. Clayton safe, sir.
Ray had hired security men to ensure if necessary that she had protection even before the police arrived. He wasn't the kind of man who liked to take risks. And he never bet to lose.
-No contact with family members?- His voice was grave and serious as he asked the detective in front of him.
-Anything. No contact. There was the death of the father and aunt. A car accident that the authorities investigate and report to the police station.
-But she must leave the house!- he starts to get exasperated.
suspicious. She wasn't going to be able to get as close as he had thought at first on social media.
-The notes show that she leads a very discreet life, sir.
Ray nodded attentively, dwelling on the part of the report that interested him most.
Sexual interest and preferences. She didn't have boyfriends.
There was the horrible death of a murdered groom. No suspects or clues.
"But have you been investigating?" he pressed with more interest.
"What's your preference?". Ray thought.
It wasn't uncommon. High society circles. corruption. drugs. Traffic. Illicit money. He wanted all the details.
His eyes gleamed in the reflection of the enormous mirror that covered much of the lavishly decorated office room.
Telephone. He mentally saved the number and then added it to his iPhone Falcon's contact list.
Reserved type of woman.
"And who wouldn't be? Anyone after an assassination attempt."
The police made inquiries and questions. She was involved in autonomous activities at home. There was a security circle. The police set the trap to capture a murderer. And she hadn't even noticed that she was the target of an insane.
Well, he wanted more stuff. The attraction she aroused... he wanted to know everything and conquer her. Know every desire and know her every thought.
"Money does not attract you. It is not a negotiable currency. What is of value to you?"
His smile lit up a predator's features. Everything about him was inviting. Attractive. And he was also hunting a killer. He was hunting a stalker after his future wife.
A stalker.
Ray smiled. he knew the deal preference well. Height was a great ally.
-Good job. - He said smiling looking at the picture in his hand. - Basic detail, honey. We are taller.
Hecate's Wolves Collection In the third volume of the series, many problems arise after Philip Morgan is sentenced to death for his betrayal. Times of peace. The long war brought great losses. Scarlet Castle commemorates the arrival of Richard Morgan's heiress. Ayla's birth brings big changes as the sorcerers gather in search of the sacred pieces to bring Ichichos into existence once again. After years without cubs, the pack celebrates the birth of the first child of the pack's alpha and the sorceress who walked among the wolves. The family was about to grow. After rebuilding the castle, the entire clan celebrated the twins' arrival into the family. Richard Morgan was about to face his worst enemy. Her eldest daughter's jealousy of the arrival of her new siblings. m*l knew that for the first time the family legacy would give a woman pack leadership. A scandal erupts on the small island of Chambone. The news that Richard and Gypsy were married...
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He is one of the main captains of a Corsican'fleet of ships that served the Corsican Armada. Sucessorium in controlling the laws and the Court. He was also a Wolfe The rest, you will discover with the challenges in the search for the Pieces of 4, in the middle of Battle do Siege. It was perhaps one of the worst fights between sorcerers and wolves in Chabone. A cursed object of great power. In a struggle for power, what wolves and sorcerers would not do to use that power ... Especially when, after centuries, once again the witch protected by the wolves walked among them.Good reading... The sorceress who walks among the wolves was once again entering the pack.
The crooked paths and choices of a love triangle will change the course of a family's history when it is discovered that the regent's natural daughter and heir is an unwanted bastard. There was a pact sealed with a lich. Ichichos roamed the streets of Chabone. Muir's troops marched through the plague. Freed from the clutches of the executioner, Richard Morgan was recovering from the spell cast by the sorcerers. As time ran out. The sorceress who walked among the wolves was fleeing the Black Order and the Corsair Armada.
"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.
Blinded in a crash, Cary was rejected by every socialite—except Evelina, who married him without hesitation. Three years later, he regained his sight and ended their marriage. "We’ve already lost so many years. I won’t let her waste another one on me." Evelina signed the divorce papers without a word. Everyone mocked her fall—until they discovered that the miracle doctor, jewelry mogul, stock genius, top hacker, and the President's true daughter… were all her. When Cary came crawling back, a ruthless tycoon had him kicked out. "She's my wife now. Get lost."
Kallie, a mute who had been ignored by her husband for five years since their wedding, also suffered the loss of her pregnancy due to her cruel mother-in-law. After the divorce, she learned that her ex-husband had quickly gotten engaged to the woman he truly loved. Holding her slightly rounded belly, she realized that he had never really cared for her. Determined, she left him behind, treating him as a stranger. Yet, after she left, he scoured the globe in search of her. When their paths crossed once more, Kallie had already found new happiness. For the first time, he pleaded humbly, "Please don't leave me..." But Kallie's response was firm and dismissive, cutting through any lingering ties. "Get lost!"
Belinda thought after divorce, they would part ways for good - he could live his life on his own terms, while she could indulge in the rest of hers. However, fate had other plans in store. "My darling, I was wrong. Would you please come back to me?" The man, whom she once loved deeply, lowered his once proud head humbly. "I beg you to return to me." Belinda coldly pushed away the bouquet of flowers he had offered her and coolly replied, "It's too late. The bridge has been burned, and the ashes have long since scattered to the wind!"
Lindsey's fiancé was the devil's first son. Not only did he lie to her but he also slept with her stepmother, conspired to take away her family fortune, and then set her up to have sex with a total stranger. To get her lick back, Lindsey decided to find a man to disrupt her engagement party and humiliate the cheating bastard. Never did she imagine that she would bump into a strikingly handsome stranger who was all that she was currently looking for. At the engagement party, he boldly declared that she was his woman. Lindsey thought he was just a broke man who wanted to leech off her. But once they began their fake relationship, she realized that good luck kept coming her way. She thought they would part ways after the engagement party, but this man kept to her side. "We gotta stick together, Lindsey. Remember, I'm now your fiancé. " "Domenic, you're with me because of my money, aren't you?" Lindsey asked, narrowing her eyes at him. Domenic was taken aback by that accusation. How could he, the heir of the Walsh family and CEO of Vitality Group, be with her for money? He controlled more than half of the city's economy. Money wasn't a problem for him! The two got closer and closer. One day, Lindsey finally realized that Domenic was actually the stranger she had slept with months ago. Would this realization change things between them? For the better or worse?
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. .