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What turned out to be a joke from him was forcing me to sign the divorce papers. I refused to sign until I knew why, he became cold, aloof me a lot and paid no attention to me anymore. 8 months ago, I signed a contract marriage with one of the richest billionaires in town. Not until I saw him shamelessly romancing with his ex-girlfriend, they were happy together, so I concluded inside of me, I signed the divorce papers and flee into the dark night alongside with a miracle. Pregnancy! 3 years later, I returned to the city as a successful businesswoman alongside my son I kept away from the world. My mission is to revenge.World turns in my favor when his company became bankrupt and needed shareholders. My miracle has come, I'll anonymously reap him off everything he ever cherished. What happens when our parts crossed, and he founds out I had a child with him. "Come back home WIFEY, you left with my heart." I heard his screeching faint voice begged me. BUT, will I ever forgive him for cheating on me?
Ciara was in the large living room, performing her usual finger magic on her system's keyboard, with her gaze fixated on its screen.
She did not notice the man who had just entered, or maybe she did notice him but decided not to acknowledged his presence and continued with her work.
The man stared at her for quite a moment, his intense gaze seems like it was piercing deeply into her skin. He said nothing nor move away from his position.
Ciara felt the gaze was too intense and heating her up. "What is it?" She suddenly asked, still not sparing him a glance. "You are staring too much, it's creepy, and it's making my skin to crawl."
He scoffs at her words as he finds them offensive. "Your skin to crawl, eh?" He repeated huskily, with a trail of mock in his voice. "I see..."
Ciara wanted to ignore his presence, but she just could not, no matter how much she tried to. "Did you have anything you want to say?" She muttered in questioning, her voice far from friendly, giving him a quick glance. "Or maybe, you just decide to stand, hovering over me for no reason?"
"And what if, eh?" He replied nonchalantly with a question instead, probably he intended to anger her.
"Well, your presence is distracting, yeah. As you can see, I'm busy here. I'll need no interruption, Ryan -not even from you." She told him plainly, her choice of tone saying it all. "You know what that means, don't you?"
The guy, whose name turns out to be Ryan, laughed lightly. "Ah, yeah. Of course..." He nodded his head curtly. "I do, you don't need to say much. Alright?"
"If you can excuse me, then..." She said in a drawling tone, expecting him to excuse her, as she has expected.
"I'm afraid I can't." His voice was plain and as well as still as water too.
Ciara suddenly raised her head up. "You can't, eh?" She felt the mock in his voice, her gaze now fixated on him. "Why -?"
She couldn't help but wonder why he likes taunting her, can't he just let her breath normal -even if it's just for a day?
For the past few months, she had thought she would adapt to his nonchalant attitude and get use to him as the day rolls by, but soon, she was forced to realize her thoughts were nothing but mirage.
This man -he would never stop getting on her nerves. This minutes, he would treat her like she never exists and the next minute, he would be on her neck.
After a few seconds of silence, he managed to break the silence with his cold voice. "Wait here, I'll be right back." He told her.
Ciara felt the coldness in his voice hit her in the guts, and before she could reply to him, he was out of her sight, already racing through the stair.
"Arrgh...!" A soft groaned escaped her throat as she clenched her fist in a tight ball. She was pissed off, but she managed to control it, calming herself mentally.
She breathed in slowly before returning her attention to her system. Barely ten minutes had passed before Ryan returned and with him was a file he was holding.
"Have it..." He muttered as he stretched it towards her, but before she could figure out what he's stretching towards her, he dropped it on her system's keyboard, a heavy clapping sound erupted.
Ciara was burning red. "What the..."
Ryan interrupted her abruptly, giving her no chance to complete her words. "Go through it, woman." His husky voice sounded like he was commanding her.
Her heart clenched tightly at how he addressed her -woman. Is he not supposed to be more formal, even if he would only address her by her name?
This was because she's not just any random woman, she is his wife -his contracted wife at that. She could not even recall the last time she heard his name from his lips.
Yeah, they might not be bind by love but only papers, Ciara's ears still ache to hear him call her by name, but that day won't just come -never!
Sucking her heavy breath in, she managed to let words escape her throat. "What's in there?" She muttered in questioning, not acknowledging the document on her system.
"I believe you are a literate woman. You can read, can't you?" His rhetorical question was nonchalant and he sounded really rude.
He is really succeeding in pissing her off, he really is. Ciara, who did not want to do as he had commanded her, but she finds herself unconsciously picking the document.
She couldn't help but wonder what's inside as she slowly open it, ready to feed her curiosity. Steadily, she ran her eyes through the content in the document.
Her eyes suddenly widen in shock -no, the shock is an understatement to what she felt at the moment. Her breath seized almost instantly, unable to comprehend its content.
"Tell me this isn't true, Ryan. Tell me it's a stupid prank you decide to pull on." She blurted out as the document dropped from her fragile grip.
Like it was natural or maybe just a normal routine for him, Ryan picked up the document from the floor and dropped it right on her thighs.
"Well, I'm sorry to say, but this is not a prank, woman." He replied her, carelessly picking his words. "I'll implore you to believe whatever you read there because it's true."
Ciara shook her head all of a sudden, like she just fell out of a trance. "I won't fall for this, it's not true." She muttered, she sounded more like she was only talking to herself, but her voice was audible enough to Ryan's hearing.
"It is true." He stated plainly, forcing a ball pen into her right palm. "Sign it, woman. Sign the divorce paper now...!"
Divorce is okay. Starting over is okay. Moving on is okay. Being alone is okay. But, what is not okay is staying somewhere "YOU'RE NOT VALUED AND APPRECIATED!" Sarah is betrothed to her highschool lover. A man whom she has dreamt a million dreams to grow into an old age with. What happens on the eve of their wedding day. A betrayal of infidelity struck her path. But the question remains; Will it save her marriage, destroys it or rather changes her fate for a greater good? You and I needs to find out!
She was sold at a very young age to a ruthless man, who had no feelings, nor pity for others. She became his slave, his toy of pleasure, and maltreated her a lot in the most horrible ways. Likewise, she hated him, for the pains and everything he's done to her. What happens when she founds out she's pregnant for the same man who made her life a living hell? A curse or a miracle?? Find out...
Sheila had her back against the wall when her family tried to force her to marry an awful old man. In a fit of rage, she hired a gigolo to act as her husband. She thought the gigolo needed money and did this for a living. Little did she know that he was nothing like that. One day, he pulled off his mask and revealed himself to be the world's top magnate. This marked the beginning of their love. He showered her with everything she could ever want. They were happy. However, unexpected circumstances soon posed a threat to their love. Would Sheila and her husband make it through the storm? Find out!
6 years ago, Lydia suffered a brutal betrayal orchestrated by her own husband and step-sister, who drugged her and framed her. In a twist of fate, she ended up having a one-night stand with a stranger. Don't even remember what he looked like. Later, in the throes of death, she discovered the truth about her mother's death all those years ago. In the blink of an eye, she lost everything. 6 years later, Lydia returned with her genius son, vowing to exact revenge on all her enemies! Little did she know, she encountered an incredibly familiar man at the airport! *** The man was briskly pushing open the door to the restroom, heading to the urinal. Even with such a mundane action, he did it with unparalleled elegance and grace. Lydia, following him in a daze, saw his fierce lower body and suddenly snapped back to reality. She let out a high-pitched scream, instinctively covering her eyes with her hands, her cheeks flushed, and stood there stiffly, unsure of what to do. Lambert furrowed his brows slightly but remained calm as he continued to relieve himself. The sound of water hitting the urinal made Lydia's face even redder. She angrily shouted, "You pervert!" Little did Lydia know that Lambert, seeing her in this state, had a flicker of recognition in his eyes. Memories from many years ago flashed through his mind, and his heart couldn't help but stir. It was her!
"You're a creepy bastard." His eyes smolder me and his answering grin is nothing short of beautiful. Deadly. "Yet you hunger for me. Tell me, this appetite of yours, does it always tend toward 'creepy bastards'?" **** Widower and ex-boss to the Mafia, Zefiro Della Rocca, has an unhealthy fixation on the woman nextdoor. It began as a coincidence, growing into mere curiosity, and soon, it was an itch he couldn't ignore, like a quick fix of crack for an addict. He didn't know her name, but he knew every inch of her skin, how it flushed when she climaxed, her favourite novel and that every night she contemplated suicide. He didn't want to care, despising his rapt fascination of the woman. She was in love with her abusive husband. She was married, bound by a contract to the Bratva's hitman. She was off-limits. But when Zefiro wanted something, it was with an intensity that bordered on madness. He obsessed, possessed, owned. There'd be bloodshed if he touched her, but the sight of blood always did fascinate him. * When Susanna flees from her husband, she stumbles right into the arms of her devilishly handsome neighbour with a brooding glare. He couldn't stand her, but she needed him, if she was ever going to escape her husband who now wanted her dead. Better the devil you know than the angel you don't. She should have recalled that before hopping into Zefiro's car and letting him whisk her away to Italy. Maybe then, she wouldn't have started an affair with him. He was the only man who touched her right, and the crazy man took no small pains in ensuring he would be the last.
Five years ago, he upped and left his wife without informing her. He had always felt unworthy. As a result, he decided to go and become a better man. It took him five whole years of daily hard work. When he was satisfied, he returned as a powerful and honorable man. He intended to start a family with his wife. But he got back to meet the greatest shocker of his life. He actually had a daughter!
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."
Charlee was left at the altar and became a laughingstock. She tried to keep her head high, but ultimately lost it when she received a sex tape of her fiance and her half-sister. Devastated, she ended up spending a wild night with a hot stranger. It was supposed to be one-time thing, but he kept popping up, helping her with projects and revenge, all while flirting with her constantly. Charlee soon realized that it was nice having him around, until her ex suddenly appeared at her door, begging for another chance. Her tycoon lover asked, “Who will you choose? Think carefully before you answer.”