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BLURB: Violet basks in the warmth of her husband, Gregory's love and attention but has repeated failed to provide him with the one thing his mother, Patricia pressures for, a child so she devices a risky plan to provide him with one. Will things go her way or will they fall down on her?
" Not again, not again," I said, shaking my head vehemently as crimson read liquid drooled down my thigh.
"It's okay, Violet," Gregory said, wrapping his arm around me. His broad strong shoulders accommodated my head while his fingers cleansed the blinding tears that trickled down my bloodshot eyes.
A clatter of footsteps rang across the hallway as his mother, Patricia, now graced us with her presence. Her wrinkles threatened to spill over on her neck with every vigorous movement.
"Where is it?" she asked with a stern fold of a forehead.
"We...we lost it," Gregory replied, still caressing my face.
"That's your fourth miscarriage in your six years of marriage, Gregory. You're not getting any younger and neither is she."
"I know, mother." His eyes turned sharply away from her staring blankly into mine.
"Gregory," she said, crossing the distance between them.
"I have let you have your way, way too long. I think it's time we tried mine."
"I will not, mother. I won't cheat on my wife."
She looked at me for a minute and then returned her gaze to Gregory, watching him with bent brows as her fingers clutched her purse tighter.
"You are rich enough to afford as many wives as you want in this town of Mississauga and yet you choose to hold on to a barren love."
"Mother," he said, turning sharply.
"I will not have you talk to me like that in my own home."
"A home, Gregory," she said with a scoff, chuckling at his last sentence.
"You call this place that hasn't heard the cry of a baby since your marriage in 1988, a home."
His stare dropped to the floor beneath her. His head drifted to avoid meeting her in the eyes as he replied with a chronic stutter in his voice.
"We...w...we are trying, Mother."
"Try harder!!" she shouts strolling off into the corridor from whence she came
"I'm sorry," he said, bending to tend to my overflowing tears.
I grabbed his fingers, staring loosely on his face.
"She's right, you know," I said lowly.
"Oh, babe please don't start. I can't put you through that kind of pain. I promised I won't hurt you."
"Right now it's the only way," I said with a sob.
"I re..." He shushed me, placing a finger on my lips, caging back any words my tongue was almost about to spill.
"Say nothing more."
He bared me upon his strong arms lacing my cheeks and forehead with little soft kisses as we headed for our bedroom.
His blonde short hair swept across my skin each time he brought his face to mine. Patricia was right we had stayed long enough without a child and it was high time one of us took a stand. Even though it was not going to bode down well with the other.
"Good morning, madam," Agatha greeted bending slowly.
"Morning, Agatha," I said, taking a seat on the dinning table as she poured me a mug of steam rolling tea that chased away the chills of the Mississauga air from your blood.
She walked over to the counter with her slender build on display. I gawked at her soft pink lips that needed no lipstick to stand out. Her slender curves a good enough bait for any man's eyes and her flawless fair skin sparkled even with the dim sunlight.
She was exactly in the league of women Gregory was into. Shocking was the fact that he hadn't had an affair with her for the past four years of her work here till now.
I stared into the mug, the sediments of floating chocolate chunks strolled down its walls, just like the blood strolled down my thigh that evening. My melancholic screams did nothing in my favour as I laid on the staircase with him holding my head soaked in screeching tears, even though it was short and painless.
"Agatha," I called out.
"Yes madam," she replied, running forward.
Deep breaths rolled into my nostrils as I stared across into her unexpectant eyes. I had already conceded defeat. I loved him but this was much more bigger than love.
"I have a proposal for you."
My feet paced about our room anxious for that door to bulge or creak open.
"Honey, I'm home," he said. His voice ran up the stairs and into our room.
"Oh, my love," I replied with an upbeat tone, throwing the door open, gliding down past the stairs and into his arms. His peppermint scent flirted with my nostrils as he ran his hand through the packs of my heavy crochet.
"How was work?" I asked.
"Fine, business as usual," he said, crashing onto the couch with his head raised to the ceiling.
"I ha...I have something to tell you," I said fiddling with my finger
"Go on."
"I...I." I said with a fallen gaze that shuddered to face his.
"I have found the perfect woman for you." A contorted line of disgust clumped along the lines of his face.
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"A surrogate," I replied with twitchy feet. The tension in his eyes glazed over me. The apparent stare of disgust had now born into stern airs of disappointment and firmly raised eyebrows that hovered in the spaces between us.
"You don't have to be upset. It's just a period of nine months, nothing more. When she gives birth we pay her off and then we keep the baby.
"I," he said with a stutter, reserving the other words with a firm hand over his mouth, with his eyes walking away from me.
"I can't believe you're allowing her get to you," he finally spilled.
"No babe," I said, joining him on the couch.
"I know you love me and you can't bear to see me hurt but this is bigger than us, than our love."
He sobbed as I stared into his eyes, watching those glaring tears quickly build from underneath.
"I won't hold it against you," I said placing my palm on his
"So who do you have in mind?" he asked with a gust of breath.
"Agatha, I said cheerfully.
"Our maid!!" he iterated with eyes blown wide open and lips left ajar.
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."
Corinne devoted three years of her life to her boyfriend, only for it to all go to waste. He saw her as nothing more than a country bumpkin and left her at the altar to be with his true love. After getting jilted, Corinne reclaimed her identity as the granddaughter of the town’s richest man, inherited a billion-dollar fortune, and ultimately rose to the top. But her success attracted the envy of others, and people constantly tried to bring her down. As she dealt with these troublemakers one by one, Mr. Hopkins, notorious for his ruthlessness, stood by and cheered her on. “Way to go, honey!”
Belinda thought after divorce, they would part ways for good - he could live his life on his own terms, while she could indulge in the rest of hers. However, fate had other plans in store. "My darling, I was wrong. Would you please come back to me?" The man, whom she once loved deeply, lowered his once proud head humbly. "I beg you to return to me." Belinda coldly pushed away the bouquet of flowers he had offered her and coolly replied, "It's too late. The bridge has been burned, and the ashes have long since scattered to the wind!"
Lindsey's fiancé was the devil's first son. Not only did he lie to her but he also slept with her stepmother, conspired to take away her family fortune, and then set her up to have sex with a total stranger. To get her lick back, Lindsey decided to find a man to disrupt her engagement party and humiliate the cheating bastard. Never did she imagine that she would bump into a strikingly handsome stranger who was all that she was currently looking for. At the engagement party, he boldly declared that she was his woman. Lindsey thought he was just a broke man who wanted to leech off her. But once they began their fake relationship, she realized that good luck kept coming her way. She thought they would part ways after the engagement party, but this man kept to her side. "We gotta stick together, Lindsey. Remember, I'm now your fiancé. " "Domenic, you're with me because of my money, aren't you?" Lindsey asked, narrowing her eyes at him. Domenic was taken aback by that accusation. How could he, the heir of the Walsh family and CEO of Vitality Group, be with her for money? He controlled more than half of the city's economy. Money wasn't a problem for him! The two got closer and closer. One day, Lindsey finally realized that Domenic was actually the stranger she had slept with months ago. Would this realization change things between them? For the better or worse?
My family was on the poverty line and had no way to support me in college. I had to work part-time every day just to make ends meet and afford to get into the university. That was when I met her—the pretty girl in my class that every boy dreamt of asking out. I was well aware she was out of my league. Nevertheless, I mustered all my courage and bravely told her that I had fallen for her. To my surprise, she agreed to be my girlfriend. With the sweetest smile I had ever seen, she told me that she wanted my first gift for her to be the latest and top-of-the-line iPhone. I worked like a dog and even did my classmates’ laundry to save up. My hard work eventually paid off after a month. I finally got to buy what she wanted. But as I was wrapping my gift, I saw her in the dressing room, making out with the captain of the basketball team. She then heartlessly made fun of my inadequacy and made a fool out of me. To make things worse, the guy whom she cheated on me with even punched me in the face. Desperation washed over me, but there was nothing I could do but lie on the floor as they trampled on my feelings. But then, my father called me out of the blue, and my life turned upside down. It turned out that I was a billionaire's son.
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