Warning Matured Content [Rated +18] Randall lifted the veil I was wearing and gently pressed his soft lips against mine. I closed my eyes. "I am so pleased to present the newlyweds, Randall Adams and Winter Harris Adams!" I yearn after I open my eyes. It is just a dream. But that didn't happen because rising my eyes, only the click, the light of the camera, and the applause of the people popped into my depressed eyes. Randall, the handsome billionaire, stands beside me, claiming that we have been a pair of lovers for so long. But I don't recognize him. Because I lost my memory.
My life is a complete disaster!
It's my wedding today and it should have been the best day of my life.
However, I'm here in the church to walk down the aisle, waiting to marry a man I don't even recognize.
The guests surrounding me kept smiling at me and giving me some strange wishes.
God! I don't know any of them at all.
This is ridiculous!
Ten days ago, I woke up from a coma caused by an accident.
I lost all my memories.
It's like someone snapped fingers in my face, then BAM!
I no longer know what is going on.
I don't even know how to sash shoes, and now I'm in this situation...
My parents were killed in a chemical laboratory explosion. I have no idea who did this to them, or it may have been a complete accident. What kind of memories did they leave on me? Which people should I be suspicious of?
I am Winter Harris, have a prosperous life, and can buy luxurious things. Nevertheless, life has not given me a peaceful family.
The more my emerald eyes glow, the darker my surroundings are every time I hear my parents fighting. Even though the memories left with me were just the arguments of my parents, I still miss them.
I ambled the red carpet toward the man waiting for me, wearing a navy groom suit. I clutched my arm to Archer, my step brother. Now that I'm in this position, I find myself missing my parents' raucous arguments every night on the way home from the office.
I dreamed of walking in an aisle with a wedding dress like this while my father took me to the man I would love and be with for the rest of my life, but it's impossible to happen now.
The veil covered my face as the man held out his palms to invite me. He took my hands as Archer let go of my arm.
I stared into the man's blue eyes as I watched, and couldn't deny that he looked dashing. A stylish and classic haircut with a beard always works and looks very elegant with a navy suit and boutonniere decorations on his chest.
I put my hand on his palm, and he supported my step.
We knelt at the church's altar. Father started the ceremony until he began asking questions of the man next to me.
"Do you, Randall Adams, take Winter to be your wedded wife, to cherish in love and friendship, in strength and weakness, in success and disappointment, to love her faithfully, today, tomorrow, and for as long as the two of you shall live?"
He first looked at me deeply with his blue eyes before answering.
"I do."
Father asked me next. I felt everyone's silence; I glanced at Archer and Aunt Helena, mother of Archer, and saw their nervous eyes.
Without my consciousness, big droplets of tears fell down.
"I do."
"Okay repeat after me," continued Father, "I, Randall/Winter, take you, Winter/Randall, to be my lawfully wedded husband/wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death does us part."
After we spoke, he spoke for the last part.
"And now, by the power vested in me by God, it is my honor and delight to declare you married. Go forth and live each day to the fullest. You may seal this declaration with a kiss."
Randall lifted the veil I was wearing and gently pressed his soft lips against mine. I closed my eyes.
"I am so pleased to present the newlyweds, Randall Adams and Winter Harris Adams!"
Now that we are husband and wife, I'm still mystified as to why I was compelled to marry this billionaire whom I'd never met before.
What precisely unfolded in my life?
Chantelle Collins was once living a life of opulence and privilege, with everything she could ever desire within her grasp. She possessed not only remarkable beauty but also an array of talents that set her apart from the rest. However, fate had a different plan in store for her, and her world came crashing down when her family's fortune vanished overnight, leaving them destitute. The weight of her parents' insurmountable debt burdened her, leaving her feeling lost and unsure of how to repay such a colossal amount. The relentless debt collector demanded that she settle every outstanding penny owed by the Collins family. Little did she know that amidst her struggles, her long-lost childhood sweetheart would resurface, bringing with him a glimmer of hope. But unbeknownst to her, his intentions were far from noble, as he aimed to possess her as his own. Jax Rogers, the formidable and tyrannical billionaire behind the Rogers Group, had a hold on Chantelle like no other. Their relationship had been a cruel fairytale, filled with betrayal and manipulation. Despite her best efforts, Chantelle found it impossible to fill the void left by Jax's late wife, yet she remained by his side, determined to make their love work. How long could she endure his oppressive beliefs about love? How far was she willing to go to prove her worth as a replacement wife?
Warning Mature Content! "No one can touch her, every drop of blood that comes out of her will cost of your lives; whether I reject her or keep her by my side, this woman is mine." —Jaxon Knight. They were fierce adversaries who belong to separate packs. Both had been chosen and destined to inherit their throne. Nevertheless, if their story had already been foretold in a prophecy, how could these two Alpha bloods change their chain of events? Veronica Silva, a strong Alpha blood who knew how to stand her ground. However, with the fate intervention, how was she supposed to evade the cruel, cold-blooded Alpha? She swore she wouldn't fall for this vile person, but what would she do if the Moon Goddess insisted that he be her Moon Blessed Mate?
Leah's Point of view I knew he wasn't for me. I'm not a she-wolf nor a high rank that meets his level. Nonetheless, when his family engaged me as his personal doctor, I had a different feeling. I'm Omega, and all the pack I have encountered thinks of me as a low-level threat. Whenever Alphas and Betas want to play and harm, we are their stress relievers. The epicenter of mocking. Nevertheless, I may be the last one to eat, but I'd rather get harmed battling them than receive scratches without doing anything. Amoux's Point of view I admire how she stands on her own two feet, even if she is in a lower rank. But I dislike her every time she leads me — her duty is merely to heal me! I am the future Lycan King, and she must obey me! However, what should I do if one day, I just woke up and started to realize that I was going along with her demands. I won't like her. I won't fall for that Omega! No matter what… I must reject her.
Warning! Mature scene explicit [R+18] When the time I had nowhere to go because I had lost everything, he came. He showed me and made me feel the things I missed early on. He gave me the ones I had never tried and experienced. But the person I thought I could trust completely was just another poison slowly spreading through my body. Someone who did all that to forget the tragedy that befell my sister. How can I resist the love that, in the first place, should not have begun? How can I forgive myself for something I do not know? We have hundred days to pretend that we are a happy couple. But the secret they had kept for so long was revealing.
Zoey Afar has had a long-held affection for her boss. However, she was unwilling to confess this since, first and foremost, they were different in level of life. The second reason she feels "abnormal" is that even a light touch from her stimulates her desire. She has obsessive sexual behavior, sometimes known as hypersexuality condition or sexual addiction. Things become worse when the hot CEO makes her personal BDSM partner.
I inserted the dildo into my hole and began thrusting it. As I pressed the greatest vibration, one of my hands gripped the chair's top for support. "Ngh!" I couldn't help but move my hips and let out moans because I was the only person in the office. I knew no one was coming in so I let my voice echo in Travis's room. The smell of the room adds to my wetness because it smells of his perfume. "Ahh!" I didn’t know how to bend my toes when I reached the end. I cum too fast. However, I'm not satisfied yet, but before I can do the next round, I covered my eyes because of the light turning on. Simultaneously hitting the eye of the man I have long admired is the slipping of the dildo from my pussy and its fall to the floor. ************************************* "When you accept to be my BDSM slave, I will erase the sensitive body you feel." Travis Vuk, my unrequited love. Can he truly feel love for me in a domineering relationship, regardless of the fact that we are surrounded by pure sex toys and adult tools?
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."
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!
To the public, she was the CEO's executive secretary. Behind closed doors, she was the wife he never officially acknowledged. Jenessa was elated when she learned that she was pregnant. But that joy was replaced with dread as her husband, Ryan, showered his affections on his first love. With a heavy heart, she chose to set him free and leave. When they met again, Ryan's attention was caught by Jenessa's protruding belly. "Whose child are you carrying?!" he demanded. But she only scoffed. "It's none of your business, my dear ex-husband!"
Elena, once a pampered heiress, suddenly lost everything when the real daughter framed her, her fiancé ridiculed her, and her adoptive parents threw her out. They all wanted to see her fall. But Elena unveiled her true identity: the heiress of a massive fortune, famed hacker, top jewelry designer, secret author, and gifted doctor. Horrified by her glorious comeback, her adoptive parents demanded half her newfound wealth. Elena exposed their cruelty and refused. Her ex pleaded for a second chance, but she scoffed, “Do you think you deserve it?” Then a powerful magnate gently proposed, “Marry me?”
My boyfriend called, "Baby!" as he jumped out of bed and scrambled to pull his pants off the ground. "Please, I can explain my love." Shutting my eyes, I inhaled deeply and tried not to cry when I realized that my dream of the man not being my boyfriend had been dashed. "What?" I asked, "What do you want to explain?" How did you lie about having a business meeting while you were in bed enjoying yourself with my best friend, even though I told you I was in serious pain, is that it?" I stood there, my heart pounding, and tears streaming down my face...
In order to fulfill her grandfather's last wish, Stella entered into a hasty marriage with an ordinary man she had never met before. However, even after becoming husband and wife on paper, they each led separate lives, barely crossing paths. A year later, Stella returned to Seamarsh City, hoping to finally meet her mysterious husband. To her astonishment, he sent her a text message, unexpectedly pleading for a divorce without ever having met her in person. Gritting her teeth, Stella replied, "So be it. Let’s get a divorce!" Following that, Stella made a bold move and joined the Prosperity Group, where she became a public relations officer that worked directly for the company’s CEO, Matthew. The handsome and enigmatic CEO was already bound in matrimony, and was known to be unwaveringly devoted to his wife in private. Unbeknownst to Stella, her mysterious husband was actually her boss, in his alternate identity! Determined to focus on her career, Stella deliberately kept her distance from the CEO, although she couldn't help but notice his deliberate attempts to get close to her. As time went on, her elusive husband had a change of heart. He suddenly refused to proceed with the divorce. When would his alternate identity be uncovered? Amidst a tumultuous blend of deception and profound love, what destiny awaited them?