Sterling gazed with the determination he was trying to pierce her. He said, in hushed tones, "I know what you have done."
Willow Dea had always loved the city with its crowded sidewalks,and many skyscrapers. The energy of the city permeated her spirit and consumed her heart. It felt like she could feel its heartbeat when she walked the streets. It was a place where she felt the most relaxed. The hustle and bustle made her feel at peace.
Willow was an underrated beauty, mostly due to her low maintenance style. She had waist length long red-gold hair, and huge piercing turquoise blue eyes. Her skin was a beautiful sun kissed carmel, her curvaceous shape and legs models are jealous of. Her friends saw her as helpful, sweet and easygoing. She was always the person to go to because she never said no.She volunteered with underprivileged children and orchestrated an annual food drive. That was a cause close to her heart That's the sort of woman she was.
Willow walked over to the window and reflected on her dreary surroundings. The sleet came down like hard like glass. She would hate to be outside in that cold wet weather even in the city that she loved so much. The weather however reflected her current mood.
Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Sterling Benan. She sensed his presence as if he was right next to her. Sterling was an aristocratic brutish figure with captivating and piercing eyes. The type of man that a woman notices when he walks in the room. He stature was domineering as he stood 6 ft 5 and he was in shape you can tell even from a distance he was a virile man.
Willow gulped and stepped back and took a deep breath. She was not prepared for a meeting with THE Sterling Valens.
She walked away from the window hoping to get her bearings and gather herself. She must have been in her head for longer than she thought because she walked back and hit hard stone. She whirled around and stepped back.
As Willow stepped outside and Sterling came closer, she could see the hard glint in his eye. There wasn't a hint of a smile.
Sterling gazed with the determination he was trying to pierce her. He said, in hushed tones, "I know what you have done."
Willow looked back at him, even more anxious and still fingering her purse, she held her gaze steady "Mr. Sterling, ," she replied. "I .... , deep down she wanted to step back and cry.
She cleared her throat and I started again
I am sorry. I was unaware that it would be.
Rena got into an entanglement with a big shot when she was drunk one night. She needed Waylen's help while he was drawn to her youthful beauty. As such, what was supposed to be a one-night stand progressed into something serious. All was well until Rena discovered that Waylen's heart belonged to another woman. When his first love returned, he stopped coming home, leaving Rena all alone for many nights. She put up with it until she received a check and farewell note one day. Contrary to how Waylen expected her to react, Rena had a smile on her face as she bid him farewell. "It was fun while it lasted, Waylen. May our paths never cross. Have a nice life." But as fate would have it, their paths crossed again. This time, Rena had another man by her side. Waylen's eyes burned with jealousy. He spat, "How the hell did you move on? I thought you loved only me!" "Keyword, loved!" Rena flipped her hair back and retorted, "There are plenty of fish in the sea, Waylen. Besides, you were the one who asked for a breakup. Now, if you want to date me, you have to wait in line." The next day, Rena received a credit alert of billions and a diamond ring. Waylen appeared again, got down on one knee, and uttered, "May I cut in line, Rena? I still want you."
"Never let anyone treat you like shit!" I learned that the hard way. For three years, I lived with my in-laws. They didn't treat me as their son-in-law but as a slave. I put up with everything because of my wife, Yolanda Lambert. She was the light of my life. Unfortunately, my whole world came crashing down the day I caught my wife cheating on me. I have never been so heartbroken. To have my revenge, I revealed my true identity. I was none other than Liam Hoffman—the heir of a family with trillions of dollars in assets! The Lamberts were utterly shocked after the big reveal. They realized what fools they had been for treating me like trash. My wife even knelt down and begged for my forgiveness. What do you think I did? Did I take her back or made her suffer? Find out!
The whispers said that out of bitter jealousy, Hadley shoved Eric's beloved down the stairs, robbing the unborn child of life. To avenge, Eric forced Hadley abroad and completely cut her off. Years later, she reemerged, and they felt like strangers. When they met again, she was the nightclub's star, with men ready to pay fortunes just to glimpse her elusive performance. Unable to contain himself, Eric blocked her path, asking, "Is this truly how you earn a living now? Why not come back to me?" Hadley's lips curved faintly. "If you’re eager to see me, you’d better join the queue, darling."
Life was perfect until she met her boyfriend's big brother. There was a forbidden law in the Night Shade Pack that if the head Alpha rejected his mate, he would be stripped of his position. Sophia's life would get connected with the law. She was an Omega who was dating the head Alpha's younger brother. Bryan Morrison, the head Alpha, was not only a cold-blooded man but also a charming business tycoon. His name was enough to cause other packs to tremble. He was known as a ruthless man. What if, by some twist of destiny, Sophia's path were to intertwine with his?
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.
She was a world-renowned divine doctor, the CEO of a publicly traded company, the most formidable female mercenary, and a top-tier tech genius. Marissa, a titan with a plethora of secret identities, had hidden her true stature to marry a seemingly impoverished young man. However, on the eve of their wedding, her fiance, who was actually the lost heir to a wealthy dynasty, called off the engagement and subjected her to degradation and mockery. Upon the revelation of her concealed identities, her ex-fiance was left stunned and desperately pleaded for her forgiveness. Standing protectively before Marissa, an incredibly influential and fearsome magnate declared, "This is my wife. Who would dare try to claim her?"