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"But all these scars, they will always remind you of the beast that I am." He said with a faint voice, caressing the scars on her face. "Not when they can be turned into beautiful scars." Her response echoed with confusion and incredulity to him. How could all the pain he had inflicted on her turn into something good? A broken and desperate depressed Billionaire, and the poorest of all naive girl who just lost everything in a blink of an eye, and her mother just traded her like a piece of trash. They are to be bound together by a contract as husband and wife for just five months. Everything seems to be under control, until one night of total madness that complicates everything. She had done and sacrificed so much for him, asking nothing in return or ever complaining. In return, he asked for one night to treat her like the loving wife she was supposed to be. One night they surrendered and lost their souls to each other, marking the beginning of their unquenchable thirsts for each other. In the short run, a bond is formed. What happens if the two of them break the major rule of the contract? Who will bear the blame? What's the punishment for such an offense? Nobody wants to let the other go. Can they forget about the contract and embrace what they feel for each other? But what happens when his real love returns? His crush. His first love. The one he once went insane for. She doesn't return empty-handed. She is seven months pregnant with the son he thought she lost. What will he do? Wait... His passionate nights with his contract wife bore fruits too. She is expecting his child. Will he marry both of them, or who will he choose?
White ceiling, blue themed room. I blink a couple of times.
"I am alive." I murmur to myself.
The last thing I remember is falling at the middle of the road after a car hit me. I thought that was the end of me and my miserable life, but it seems my time is not up yet. I don't know whether to be happy about that or not, though.
Wait...where am I?
This sure is not a hospital bed. This heavy duty mattress, how many inches is it anyway? And this expensive white bed, I think it's what they call king or queen size? Did I wake up in paradise or am I in the after life? My head hurts, but I pull myself up and sit up, leaning backwards to support my bandaged head. I am glad I don't have fractured bones, but a side of my hip hurts, alongside my bandaged head and arm.
The door opens, which is quite a distance from the bed because this room is enough to accommodate five more beds of the same size. A man walks in. Adorable height, medium size body with finest jaws. This is a bit confusing now. If I got into an accident, wasn't I supposed to wake up in a hospital or in my house? Who is this, cold rich-stinking guy? His eyes are cold enough to command anybody to submit to whatever sin he may summon, and I bet his voice would hold such demeanor too. His stand and composure speaks confidence and authority. Where am I again?
"Who are you?" I ask as he walks to stand beside me, giving me the honor of breathing in his richly sweet seductive scent. I have never smelled something as sweet as this, that is why the butterflies in my stomach are aroused.
"Your husband!" His voice is as I expected - icy, cold, but sweet.
I swallow hard!
First, I have never had a boyfriend, let a lone a husband. Second, even if I was to be married, it would definitely not be to this fine rich god here. I can not fit in his world, and he can't stoop so low to my own. We are like water and paraffin, or two parallel roads, better yet, heaven and earth. Thanks to that expensive joke he just pulled there, I am smiling bitterly. My husband my left foot!
"How long have I been dead?" I ask, looking into his dark brown eyes.
"What?"
"Yeah! If I am married, that means I am in the after life. I did not have a boyfriend, not to talk of being married before I got into that accident." I say, looking to this beautiful but confusing stranger.
How can he say I am his wife?
"I am not a bad person. I just did what I had to do. What I felt was right." He speaks, his cold tone of voice as calm and soft as it can ever be, presumably.
"What do you mean?" I ask as he pulls out an envelope from the drawer beside the bed and hands it to me. "What's in it?" I ask, without showing any interest of accepting it. This rich people are annoyingly weird.
"Check it."
I kick the blue duvet aside and get out of bed, grabbing the envelope from him and slightly limping to the table near the window. I empty the contents of the envelope on the table, and the first thing that catches my attention made my heart skip several beats.
My mother's ID? What is happening here? Did something bad happen to my mother?
"Why do you have my mother's ID? Where is she? Is she alright?" I rant nonstop to the stranger. My heart feels so heavy all of a sudden. "Tell me she is okay."
"Relax. Your mother is perfectly fine. I just kept that as part of the agreement until you wake up so that I can confirm that she really is your mother." A calming explanation, but more confusing.
"She is my mother." The shock on his face, huh! I smell a rat here. What just happened in the few hours I was unconscious? I am starting to tremble. Man! I hope she didn't screw you too! Yack! "Why? What did she do? And why am I here? Who are you and what is this place? What about the agreement you are talking about?" If rantung eas a person... Tessa Angeline would be that person.
"Everything is well explained in that contract."
"Cont... what?" I query.
What does me getting hit by a car and waking up in a strange house with a strange person got to do with a freaking contract? It would have been self explanatory if I woke up in a police cell, for mistakenly being accused of intentionally getting myself hit by a car so that I can demand for some compensation. I would also have understood it if I woke up in a mental hospital, because I am sure I looked like a crazy on the road yesterday. But here? What can explain all these?
"Please, read it and understand every clause in it. It is important. Your.. mother signed her part. But it's entirely your decision to agree to sign yours."
Whoa! I have a very bad feeling. What did you do mother? Why do I feel hurt already even without knowing what this damn contract is all about?
"You know what Mr? My head is aching so much and my vision is a bit blurry due to the pain. I may not be able to see well." I lie. The pain is not even severe in my head. It is in my heart where the real pain is. I am so scared of what is in this contract. My mother has always had bad intentions for me, and I don't know the intensity of her hatred. I know she can't sign me off for anything good. "I suppose you know the contents in this contract. Tell me what it says. Explain it bit by bit and in the most simplest way possible. What did you and my mother sign me up for?" I look straight into his ice eyes, and he does not even blink as he does me the honor of giving me the shock of my life. No, actually, the heartbreak of my life!
"It's a contract stating that you will be officially my wife for five months. I am paying you a hundred million for the five months you will stay with me." Period.
The sky must be turning red for the very first time, that is why even the air I am breathing right now is not the the normal oxygen. This one is suffocating. It's choking me.
Someone bring me back to earth, because I doubt it's where all these nonsense is happening. Since when did people's lives had a price tag on them? Who at this era has such a huge amount of money to just give it away like that? And who at this age and era buys a wife?
What? Doesn't he know how to court a woman? From his looks and the amount he is to cough, he must be freaking stinking rich. So why can't he find a woman to marry? Is he a shape shifting serprnt that no woman can stand? Wait, who brought about this absurd idea to begin with?
"Who between you two came up with this fucking idea?" I ask, my eyes maintaining their stare at him, and him being as icy as he looks, he doesn't blink still.
"I did."
Well, at least it wasn't my mother. Now I feel relieved, and the air is fresh again. But did she have to agree? That alone hurts, but it's less painful than...
"Your mother proposed a different kind of deal first." Shit! Wait, double that shit!
"What did she propose?" I shoot at him.
"Are you sure you want...."
"Yes." I cut him off. "What kind of deal did my mother propose to you?"
"Just a million for your life. She wanted me to take you as whatever I wanted, for just a million!" Everything stands still, and I forget how to breathe for a minute. What..the..hell?
One drop. Two drops. Three drops. I have two streams of rivers flowing with tears down my two chubby cheeks.
What?
I had a feeling this was going to hurt, but I didn't know it would be this much. I have gone through so much pain - the pain of her hatred, the pain of her insults, the pain of her slaps, the pain of always being on loosing end. Everything has been painful for me in general. But this pain surpasses every other pain I have felt before. Even all of my pains mixed together can not equal this one.
My mother sold me off to a stranger? And just for a mere one million? She was busy trading me like some filthy object while I lay unconscious on the hospital bed? I am sure she didn't even care to find out who this man is. I was lying unconscious on the hospital bed and all she was thinking about was how to get rid of me? What did I ever do to this woman?
Trading me like mare garbage is the last straw. She doesn't want me? She wants me out of her life? I am also tired of her. I am done hoping and wishing she will change. I am freaking done trying to be a good daughter that I will never be to her. This is the highlight of all your hatred towards me mother! I am so done crying for you. I am done caring for you. Today, you have given me enough reason to do what's best for you and me.
I wipe away the tears, and look at this stranger. I don't think I have words for him right now. What my mother has done is the only thing ringing in my head right now. I take the pen from his shirt, and he is shocked at that, but I don't care. I open the contract, but he grabs my hand.
"Hey! If you don't want go through with it, I won't force you. You still have the chance to back down. I will pay your mother what she asked so she won't cause trouble."
"Don't they say that parents, especially mothers, always know what is best for their children? This is what my mother thinks is best for me. I am an adult, and I have no objections whatsoever. I am righting her decision. I want this!"
"You are angry."
"I am sober. I want this, so let me." He let go of my hand unwillingly, and I sign on the spaces left for me. I close the contract and put it back in the envelope, returning the pen where I took it from. I hand him the envelope. "When can I get the first half?"
"By today evening." He says.
"Good. I will go see my mother the day after tomorrow. Is that alright?"
"Sure. No problem." He says.
"I need some rest."
"Go ahead. The doctor will be coming to check on your wounds later on in the day."
I nod my head, and walk to bed, while he makes his way to the door.
"Wait, my husband." I call before he can walk out, and he turns around. "What should I call you?"
"Jerol O'Brian McCall. Call me Jerol from now on, Mrs. McCall." I nod my head, and he walks out, closing the door behind him.
"Mrs. McCall." I murmur to myself as I get under the blue duvet again.
Mrs. McCall, it is. For five months.
"You are a cold-blooded psycho! Get your filthy, bloodstained hands off me!" Through clenched teeth, Irma shrieked as she battled to liberate herself from the man's barbarous hold. His eyes were a refulgent inferno. They held an insidious fire of lust as they thrived deeper into her debilitated ones. "How flattering!" The man sneered, and Irma froze. A ripple of both ice and fire skint in her nerves at the man's vexatious riposte. Before she could amass any little bravery left in her, the man spoke again in a hoarse tremor, erupting a chill down her spinal tube. "But if you don't watch your sweet, dirty mouth, you snoopy, pesky brat, my third leg will shut it for you! Or maybe," he wavered, and fixed his dangerous, lascivious gazes on hers, gently stroking her hair as if petting his sweet, wild pet, "that is what you want, little dove?" A freelance journalist, flaming with ardent desires to unveil the secrets behind the series of mysterious disappearances happening in the city. Her hunch points her to the dark underworld of the mafia, and unfortunately, she crashes into LUCCA DE'MATTHEW-the other name for terror! Their encounter will evoke a catastrophe that only they can solve. But how, if their mere beingness is a menace to each other?
I spent years cleaning up a man. We were in love, or should I better say, I was in love, because in the end, that is what that shit felt. After all that I did for him, he heartlessly broke my heart. Found him in bed with our wedding planner two weeks to our wedding. And he had the balls to take pleasure in my pains. I almost became a murderer that night. Almost killed a man. I put the very first stain on my family's spotless name. My father could not take it. He distanced himself from me and stood a safe distance to watch the whole world rise against me. But in all these difficult and trying moments, one thing remained my solace and my beacon of all the good vibes that I yearned for-Joe Fredrick Montana. My stepbrother. And before we knew it, the connection bloomed into something we both never anticipated. It is wrong, yet so strong! It is forbidden, yet irresistible. For a while, none of us seemed to care about the consequences of our steamy undercover affairs, until something that threatens to tear everything between us and beyond happens. This, is our story!
Her grave sin was her spellbinding allure that blurred the blood-tie line for him, and his grave mistake was obsessing over a girl he was supposed to exterminate. The vicious King of Evil, the one who didn't have a heart, now finds himself trapped between vengeance, and the irresistible burning desires for the only remaining enemy he has left - and she, oblivious of the abysm of the evil he exudes, is determined to liberate herself from the cage of the monster at all costs. But her desires are inconceivable. Absurd! invalid dreams- or so did everyone thought, until things started taking a turn. What transpires when the vicious heartless monster finds himself at the feet of his culprit? What more miseries await Ella when the truth of her connection with the monster and the mystery besieging her get revealed?
Betrayed by her fiance and her family, Ellie thought, for a fleeting moment, that being tied down to a ghost she had never known was the only option. But that was until a wild thought banged her head. "Run, Ellie!" Her mind screamed. The heart is always right, they say, and at that point in her life, Ellie had no one to trust but her shattered heart. She ran into a new city, and as if fate had chosen to compensate her for all the sufferings she had gone through, she crashed with someone who swept her off her feet on their very first encounter. But months later, a call came through from home: "Ellie, my child. You need to come ASAP! Your father has been seriously ill. Your father needs you now more than ever." The voice of her nanny echoed through the line. The following morning, Ellie was once again packing her bags and saying goodbye to the love she had found. Finding her father on his sick bed and with a swam of doctors surrounding him broke Ellie's heart into a million pieces. And then came her father's plea in his sick bed. "My dear, I am giving you a choice out of this, but on one condition: that you have to meet your betrothed even just this once. Whatever you decide after that, I, your father, will respect your decision." This was what Ellie had always wished for, but given the situation, she knew she could not upset her father. She had to concede. But the moment her supposed ghost betrothed walked in, Ellie realized one thing: she had never known the face of betrayal until that particular moment!
âYou are a cold-blooded psycho! Get your filthy-blood-stained hands off me!â Through clenched teeth, Irma shrieked as she battled to liberate herself from the man's barbarous hold. His eyes were a refulgent inferno. They held an insidious fire of lust as they thrived deeper into her debilitated ones. "How flattering!â The man sneered, and Irma froze. A ripple of both ice and fire skint in her nerves at the manâs vexatious riposte. Before she could amass any little bravery left in her, the man spoke again in a hoarse tremor, erupting a chill down her spinal tube. âBut if you don't watch your sweet-dirty-mouth, you snoopy, pesky brat, my third leg will shut it for you! Or maybe," he wavered, and fixed his dangerous lascivious gazes on hers, gently stroking her hair as if petting his sweet wild pet, âIs that what you want, huh, little kitten?â A freelance journalist, flaming with ardent desires to unveil the secrets behind the series of mysterious disappearances happening in the city. Her hunch points her to the dark underworld of the mafia, and unfortunately, she crashes into LUCCA DEâMATTHEW - the other name for terror! Their encounter will evoke a catastrophe that only they can solve. But how, if their mere beingness is a menace to each other?
She got pregnant by the man she loved, but he left her. To protect the image of their family, Ayana Salma DeâMario was grounded and hidden like a bad omen, together with her child. Five years later, she knows only the walls of her room, her sweet five-year-old girl, her paintings, the young student she is teaching, and this mysterious ghost lover whom she has never met. But a tragedy strikes their family empire. In need of a savior, her family decided to trade the black sheep of the family to save their company. And in the picture enters the cold-hearted Adam Stone De'Leon, the most notorious heartbreaker the city has ever had. A proud womanizer who parades his sins as if they are crowns. But the moment he meets Ayana, something changesâsomething that leaves his walls in shambles. His heart starts beating for Ayana in ways he never imagined. He would go to any extreme to have her. Can she really resist him, or will she also make it to the list of uncountable women he has knacked and tossed aside like trash?
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. Whatâs 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 couldnât 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 doesnât seem to believe him. He is pleading for a chance: a chance to get to know her; a chance to show her that heâs 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?
âDrive this woman out!â "Throw this woman into the sea!â When he doesnât know Debbie Nelsonâs true identity, Carlos Hilton cold-shoulders her. âMr. Hilton, she is your wife,â Carlosâ secretary reminded him. Hearing that, Carlos gives him a cold stare and complained, âwhy didnât you tell me earlier?â From then on, Carlos spoils her rotten. Little did everyone expect that they would get a divorce.
Lucien Gray, the young and powerful head of an international consortium, has always had everything within his reach-wealth, influence, and any woman he desires. But when the unassuming Nina Morrison crosses his path, something unexpected happens. She doesn't fall at his feet, nor does she seem impressed by his status. Her indifference sparks an irresistible challenge in Lucien-a desire to conquer her at all costs. Determined to make Nina his, Lucien's pursuit becomes relentless. But Nina's fiery spirit and refusal to be controlled push Lucien to his limits. With every struggle and defiance, the tension between them grows, threatening to shatter the boundaries Lucien has always maintained. Now Lucien vows to claim her as his own. Will Lucien's obsession break Nina's spirit, or will she force him to confront his deepest vulnerabilities? In a game of power and desire, who will win-and at what cost?
They don't know I'm a girl. They all look at me and see a boy. A prince. Their kind purchase humans like me for their lustful desires. And, when they stormed into our kingdom to buy my sister, I intervened to protect her. I made them take me too. The plan was to escape with my sister whenever we found a chance. How was I to know our prison would be the most fortified place in their kingdom? I was supposed to be on the sidelines. The one they had no real use for. The one they never meant to buy. But then, the most important person in their savage land-their ruthless beast king-took an interest in the "pretty little prince." How do we survive in this brutal kingdom, where everyone hates our kind and shows us no mercy? And how does someone, with a secret like mine, become a lust slave? . AUTHOR'S NOTE. This is a dark romance-dark, mature content. Highly rated 18+ Expect triggers, expect hardcore. If you're a seasoned reader of this genre, looking for something different, prepared to go in blindly not knowing what to expect at every turn, but eager to know more anyway, then dive in! . From the author of the international bestselling book: "The Alpha King's Hated Slave."
Allison fell in love with Ethan Iversen, the soon-to-be Alpha of the Moonlight Crown pack. She always wanted him to notice her. Meanwhile, Ethan was an arrogant Alpha who thought a weak Omega could not be his companion. Ethan's cousin, Ryan Iversen, who came back from abroad and was the actual heir of the pack, never tried to get the position nor did he show any interest in it. He was a popular playboy Alpha but when he came back to the pack, one thing captured his eyes and that was Allison.
On her wedding day, Khloeâs sister connived with her groom, framing her for a crime she didnât commit. She was sentenced to three years in prison, where she endured much suffering. When Khloe was finally released, her evil sister used their mother to coerce Khloe into an indecent liaison with an elderly man. As fate would have it, Khloe crossed paths with Henrik, the dashing yet ruthless mobster who sought to alter the course of her life. Despite Henrikâs cold exterior, he cherished Khloe like no other. He helped her take retribution from her tormentors and kept her from being bullied again.