I committed a mistake and now I'm paying the consequences... I'm trapped with the devil. In my defense, I didn't want to be involved with an ancient Greek god, but he broke through my defenses anyway, lurking from the shadows, watching every move of mine. His name is Kurt, and he's the son of Eros and Psyche. He may appear charming on the outside, but inside, he harbors a true predator. He wants to possess me, dominate me, and keep me by his side, but I'm not willing to stay with him.
"Saturday night at midnight.
This is a mistake.
This is definitely a damn mistake.
I don't know why I got myself into this dilemma if I'm a coward.
I stared into the void and my legs started shaking, I should be at home resting right now, reading a book or just watching a series. But no, here I am, about to lose my life.
"Jump," he whispered in my ear.
"I don't want to," I reply, shaking my head.
"Jump if you really love me."
I slightly turn my head to look at him and there are those emerald eyes that mesmerized me, that crooked smile that boasts flirtation.
"Give me one last kiss," I plead.
A mix of sensations invades me as he brings his hand to my neck and lightly squeezes it. A moan, loaded with pleasure, escapes my lips uncontrollably. I close my eyes as I feel his breath close, his mouth seeking mine with palpable urgency.
Our lips meet in a dance that seems to have been rehearsed for centuries. Every movement, every touch, it's as if they were meant to fit perfectly. It's a connection that fills me with excitement, but also with a deep unease.
Because as I lose myself in that kiss, I can't ignore the nagging thought in my mind: I don't want to leave this moment, I don't want to say goodbye to him. I don't want to accept that this could be our last moment together.
Fear intertwines with desire, forming a whirlwind of emotions that threatens to consume me. Because I know there is danger on the horizon, a threat that could separate us forever. And the thought of losing what might be the love of my life is too overwhelming to contemplate.
"Now, jump," I whisper against his lips.
I pull away from him, one last look filled with love and farewell before I turn around and throw myself into the void. It's like falling into an abyss of emotions, where time distorts and everything becomes blurry.
As I fall, flashes of my life pass before my eyes, as if it were a sped-up movie of memories and important moments. But I know there's no turning back now, that this jump marks a point of no return.
The water receives me with force, enveloping me in its cold, dark embrace. It's like plunging into a sea of mixed feelings, where the need to breathe becomes a palpable urgency.
Fighting against the pressure surrounding me, I finally reach the surface and break through the water barrier, emerging with a gulp of fresh air and freedom. The sound of cheers and applause surrounds me, but my attention is focused on him.
I look up and there he is, with that smile that knows all my secrets and hopes. That smile that makes me feel vulnerable and powerful at the same time.
6 HOURS EARLIER.
"Today we're going to a party," says my best friend, while eating her cereal.
I roll my eyes and stop typing on my computer, I was making the final adjustments to my thesis and couldn't afford to waste my time, and Jessi knew that perfectly well.
"I can't, I have to give the final touches to my thesis, to get out of here once and for all."
From the corner of my eye I see Jessi giving me a dirty look.
"You're a party pooper and a bad friend, you know that?"
"Yes, I'm a party pooper, but a bad friend? How dare you say that when I've supported you all this time."
"Yes, you've supported me, but you plan to leave me alone here, that's being a bad friend."
"Then come with me, you know I have no problem with that."
However, I didn't receive a response from her. I knew Jessi couldn't come with me because of her mother, the woman suffers from an autoimmune disease that keeps her bedridden all the time, Jessi loves her mother too much to leave her alone.
Nothing compared to me. My mother is an alcoholic, abusive, and manipulative woman, I had to mature at a very young age and get a full-time job so that she could satisfy her addictions.
But I knew I couldn't lead a life as a mere waitress, I wanted to study at a good school and get a job that would get me out of this town as soon as possible. But I didn't stop working as a waitress, I had to pay for my university life.
And in exchange for this, many times I received aggression from my mother when I didn't give her money, most of the students on campus have witnessed how she has beaten me to the point of leaving me knocked out on the floor. Fortunately, the faculty directors took drastic measures against her, and a restraining order, if she approaches me or the university she will be arrested and sentenced.
"Whatever, you and I are going to that party, you need to relax a bit, it's our last semester in college and we must create unforgettable memories."
I turn to look at her, and immediately Jessi puts on her best puppy face.
"Jess..."
"Say yes."
I roll my eyes and respond.
"Fine, just this once."
"Yes!" She jumps on my chair to celebrate.
"Get down, silly!" I say with a laugh.
"We're going to have fun until dawn tonight!" She gets off my lap to run to her room. "Hold on tight, guys, because we're going to conquer!
Jessi is that sister I never had and it's amazing to live with her every day, we've never had arguments that escalate to another level, because we always talk about each situation. And as a good sister, I couldn't refuse to reject her proposal to go out.
And here I was at the damn party we were invited to. Jessi opted for a mini skirt and a corset that molded her body perfectly, on the other hand, I wasn't that typical friend who dressed horribly, in fact, we both stood out with our style. I wore a short black dress, tight to the body, my red hair and lips highlighted all my features and of course my clothing.
As we walked through the crowd of people, most of the men looked at us with desire, and the girls with envy, but we didn't care at all.
"Here are my girls!" Paul, our classmate, exclaims.
"Stop shouting," Jessi scolds him. "Besides, we couldn't miss the party, and I had to convince her a lot." She points at me.
"You should stop being a bit of a hermit," Paul looks at me. "But fortunately, you came, because I'm going to introduce you to a great guy."
"I didn't come to hook up with anyone, I just came to have some fun with my best friend."
"Come on, Kendall!" Paul raises his hands in the air. "Let yourself go a little, my friend is a good guy, I'm sure you'll get along great."
"The last time I listened to you I had to break some idiot's nose." I remind him.
"Yeah, yeah, that guy was an idiot, but this friend of mine..." Paul gestures with his hand for me to come closer to tell me something more confidential. "He's loaded with money, his parents own 'ETER'
it's the best restaurant chain in the world, to dine there you have to book a year in advance and the cheapest dish on the menu is $2,500. And from the moment he saw you, he wanted to know about you, that could be your way out."
"I'm not interested if he has money or not, the less relationship I have with people in this city, the better for me."
"Ouch!" Paul touches his heart as if it really hurt him. "I consider you the sister I never had."
"What a liar you are, you have two younger sisters." Jessi gently hits him. "Anyway, if she said no, then it's no, but I'm willing to go out with that great prospect."
Jessi flirts with her eyebrows.
"I'm not going to introduce you." Paul makes a face of annoyance. "He only wants Kendall."
While I smile slightly. I knew about Paul's platonic love for Jessi, but it seems that my best friend doesn't realize what's happening right in front of her.
"Don't be mean and introduce him to me." Jessi pouts her lower lip.
"N.O. And that's my final answer." Paul says, crossing his arms.
"You're an idiot." Jessi walked away from him. "Let's go somewhere else, this man no longer considers us as his friends." My best friend took me by the arm and pulled me very hard to leave the place.
However, I collided with a strong and tall human body. His perfume immediately penetrated my nostrils, giving me the best scent I have ever smelled in my life. I slowly raise my gaze and it immediately met with emerald-colored eyes, a gaze so warm, yet it gave me that sensation of terror. I had that feeling of fear and wanted to run away from him, but at the same time, I didn't want to separate from him.
'I'm sorry,' my voice comes out higher than usual.
'Don't apologize.'
I swear my legs trembled upon hearing his powerful voice.
'Kendall,' Paul stands by my side. 'Let me introduce you to my friend Nikos Eter.'
'Nice to meet you,' a crooked smile appears on this Nikos guy's face, one of those smiles that melt any woman and I must include myself.
'Um... I mean the same,' I reply trying to clear my thoughts.
'And I am...'
'She's nobody,' Paul stands beside Jessi and covers her mouth with his hands. 'We'll leave you two to talk.'
Paul drags Jessi away, while she struggles to break free from his grip, but they both disappear from our lives.
'Hey...' I scratch my neck a bit tense. 'Sorry if Paul gave you the impression that I want something with you, but I...'
'You're not looking for a relationship, I understand,' he responds without stopping smiling. 'I'm just happy to meet you.'
Still, hours later I was falling from the second floor of the ΔΕΩ fraternity house "Delta Epsilon Omega" and he was enjoying what I had done for him, but the words "I love you" danced in my head over and over again.
How could I love someone I barely knew?
Our families have always been rivals, but my whole world changed when Jordan Maxwell, the arrogant, ruthless heir of the Greek mafia, tried to kill me. It all started on the wrong foot when I accidentally crashed his luxurious car due to a bet I made with my brothers. Then, our parents decided to marry us off to prevent our family war from escalating. But my life would've been simpler if Jordan Maxwell wasn't so damn handsome. However, I have armor protecting my heart, and his charms won't break through it. No arranged marriage will make me love the mobster
Eliana was framed by her best friend and her fiance into sleeping with a boy toy in the club and getting impregnated by him. Five years after she had given birth to twins, she returned home and worked under the Moran Group, where she met the CEO-- Maurice. Maurice was a brilliant businessman who did his job well. But in order to stay under the radar, he lived a double life. One as Maurice, and one as Preston. Fate brought the two together again, roping them in on an exciting love story. It all became more complicated when Eliana faced Preston, the man she had slept with before, once again. Now that she was being pursued by two men, how could she ever choose? When would Eliana uncover the secret of Maurice's identity? When was Maurice going to know that he already had two children of his own? How would Eliana face this man when the truth came to light one day? Come and find out.
On her wedding night, Natalie's stepmother set her up to marry Jarvis, a disfigured and disabled man. Fortunately, she managed to escape, but little did she know that later she would fall for the man she was betrothed to.Jarvis pretended to be a poor man, but he didn't think that he'd fall head over heels for this woman.Their life went on until one day, Natalie found out her boyfriend's little secret."Huh? How could you have billions of dollars' worth of assets?" she asked in disbelief.Jarvis didn’t know how to respond.Being met with silence, she gritted her teeth angrily. "They said that you couldn't walk, but as far as I can see, you're strong enough to run a marathon."Still, he remained silent.Natalie continued, "They even said that you only have a few years to live. What about now?"Finally, Jarvis opened his mouth to explain. "Honey, this is all just a misunderstanding. Please calm down. Think about the baby.""Jarvis Braxton!"The man knelt down immediately.
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.
Charles' breath quickened, and his movements became more urgent. "I'm close," he gasped in my ear, his voice breaking between moans. My own pleasure surged, and I couldn't hold back the scream that tore from my throat. A wave of electric tingles swept through me, my temples throbbed, and the world around me faded into white... Every pore on my body felt wide open, heat radiating from me in waves. It was surreal, as if I were in a dream, feeling everything but grasping none of it... I could hardly believe it-I had married this man, the infamous Alpha of the Black Valley Pack, Charles McLean, and I had just slept with him. But there was no love between us. We weren't fated mates. Since his first shift at eighteen, Charles McLean had never found his fated mate. And after one engagement after another, each of his fiancées had died under mysterious circumstances. Rumor had it that he wore a mask to conceal his hideous face and that he was a cruel, violent man who would kill without hesitation. People whispered that he had murdered his previous fiancées. His last fiancée-my sister-was terrified of him. Horrified by the stories, she had vehemently refused to marry him. And just before the wedding, she found her fated mate. So, without warning or preparation, I was forced to take her place, pushed into marrying Charles in her stead, to stand as his wife in name only and the unacknowledged Luna of the Black Valley Pack...
"I will work for you till I pay back the amount in full.. I want to be a maid.. Please… I don't want to be a breeder" I started to plead once everyone left the ward.. He saw her begging but his stone cold heart didn't melt. "I never tasted a weak duckling Alpha.." He smirked and walked toward me.. I walked back with fear till I hit the wall. "I am not weak." I said in a low tone and tried to push him away.. But his solid body didn't move an inch.. I could not breathe properly because of his aura.. "I will make you beg me for pleasure…" His words disgusted me. I didn't talk back as his Alpha tone was overbearing.. I felt weak wherever he was touching me.. "You will be my toy till you get pregnant.." I turned my head away with disgust but he touched my cheek roughly and caught my chin. He made me look into his eyes.. His hand covered my neck and gripped it hard.. "I will come to you every night to f**k you.." His eyes became devilish as if he was looking at his prey.. Suddenly I felt scared of him more.. and my breathing became suffocating.. He is pressing my windpipe to make me suffer… My eyes become red while I shake my head slowly... "No… no.." I murmured and I forgot to breathe in his presence.. He was scaring hell out of me.. "Girl.. You will be lucky if you get pregnancy soon otherwise I will have my ways to f**k you.." I dropped my eyes not able to hear such f***y words.. Tears rolled down my cheeks when he loosened his grip.. I don't want to believe that my father sold me as a breeder.. I can't accept it.. "If you agree or not.. it doesn't matter.. spread your legs when I come to you.." He pushed me back again and the tip of his nose touched my cheek while I looked at him scarily.. He nibbled on the crook of my neck and kissed my sensitive places… "Remember I am your Alpha from now on and don't you dare to say no…" he said huskily and pushed me back fiercely.. His cruel and harsh words made me fall back on the ground..
The Billionaire Betrayed Wife follows Rachael Morgan, an orphan whose search for love leads her into the ruthless world of the Blackwood family. Betrayed by her husband and tormented by her adoptive sister, Rachael's life spirals into chaos when she's cast out and left to survive on the streets, pregnant and alone. Just when all hope seems lost, a mysterious savior from her past rescues her, giving her the chance to heal and rebuild. Years later, she returns stronger, armed with a fierce desire for revenge. With her son by her side, Rachael will stop at nothing to destroy those who shattered her trust-even if it means risking everything to reclaim her life and her power.