Tricia Anderson, the first daughter of Silver Anderson, a millionaire business tycoon was jilted on her wedding day by her lover of five years. He wedded her stepsister in her supposed wedding. Tricia could not take the shame so she ran out of the hall to a nearby pub with the intention to drink to a stupor. She had just taken a few glasses when a handsome young man approached her. What happened when the handsome stranger asked her for a contract marriage? What happened when she discovered that the man was not who he claimed to be?
It was a beautiful sunny morning; the sun rays were beaming through the slightly opened curtains, sending warmth to Tricia Anderson, the first daughter of Mr. Silver Anderson, a millionaire business tycoon who was anxiously staring at the clock as if she could fasten it.
From the bags under her eyes, one could tell that she barely slept the previous night. How could she sleep when she was anxious about the event taking place the next day?
She looked in the mirror and gasped at the image before her. She looked like a character from a horror movie. She smiled when she remembered that she had the best makeup artist and she would be able to conceal her horrid look. She silently made her way to the bathroom.
" Oh my goodness! Tricia, what happened to you? Why are you looking like a zombie?" Diana, her best friend yelled immediately she came out of the bathroom.
Tricia jumped out in fright when Diana yelled. She placed her hand on her chest to steady her heart which was beating sporadically.
" What the hell Diana! Do you want to give me a heart attack on my wedding day? " Tricia yelled angrily when her heartbeat had returned to normal. Did she really look like a zombie? She suddenly asked herself silently while giving Diana a hard glare.
" Hey! Easy girl! Don't give me that stare. I knocked on the door for so long but I didn't get any response from you. So, I let myself in only to come face to face with that zombie face of yours. What did you expect me to do? I have to air out my thoughts, " Diana replied with a chuckle.
" Was that why you have to yell like that? Do you know that I nearly died from a heart attack a while ago? " Tricia asked still fuming in anger.
" Oh please stop being dramatic! What do you expect me to do when my best friend came out of the bathroom on her wedding day looking like a zombie? " Diana said and scoffed. Tricia just rolled her eyes. She knew that her friend would always have something to say to counter whatever she would say.
" But on a serious note, why are there bags under your eyes? Didn't you sleep well? How will you be going to your wedding looking like like a zombie? " Diana asked in one breath.
" Calm down, Diana. Did I hire the best makeup artist for nothing? I believe that she will conceal these ugly bags under my eyes, " Tricia said with a smile. She silently prayed that the makeup artist would be able to conceal the bags under her eyes.
" But that doesn't mean you have to stay up all night. Now tell me, what is the matter? Why didn't you sleep last night? " Diana asked curiously.
" It's nothing... " Tricia started to say but Diana cut her off.
" Don't you dare lie to me! Now tell me the truth, what is bothering you? " Diana demanded. Tricia sighed in defeat. Sometimes she wondered how she became friends with Diana. She sometimes scolded her like she was her mother.
" I don't really know. One moment, I was thinking about how wonderful it would have been for my father to witness this day, and the next moment, I have this feeling that something terrible will happen before the end of the wedding, " Tricia said with tears.
Diana sighed sadly and moved closer to Tricia. She hugged her and patted her back gently while Tricia sobbed on her shoulder. She knew that it was really hard for Tricia. Her mother had abandoned her and ran off with her lover when she was two. Her father being the busy type, got married to Eunice, who only showed her love when her father was around and in public.
Her father, Silver Anderson had kicked the bucket three months ago after a brief illness. He had cajoled her to promise him to continue with the wedding irrespective of what happened to him, and she had reluctantly promised him, thinking that he would survive. But unfortunately, he died a few minutes after she made that promise to him.
Life after the death of her father hadn't been easy for her, not when Eunice, her stepmother, and her stepsister, Rita were involved. She had managed to be strong for the past few months despite the fact that she was still grieving the death of her father and tolerating her stepmother and stepsister.
To the public, she was loved by her stepmother and stepsister, but only she and her friend, Diana, knew the truth. That day being her wedding, Tricia wished that her father was alive to walk her down the aisle. All the tears she had bottled since the death of her father were let down on Diana's shoulder.
" It's okay, Tricia. Your father won't be happy to see you in tears on your wedding day and please have a positive mindset that everything is going to go well, " Diana told Tricia after allowing her to cry for what seemed like forever.
" You are right! I'm stronger than this, " Tricia said with a weak smile and wiped off her tears.
" Now, that's more like the Tricia I know. Okay, let me get you ready for the wedding. I don't know what is keeping the makeup artist. I bet you don't want to be late for your wedding, " Diana said with a smile and quickly pulled Tricia to the dressing chair.
" I can't allow you to do my makeup today! I need an expert for the job, not an apprentice, " Tricia said with a smirk. She knew that she had hit a nerve.
" Hey! Don't call me that! Have forgotten that I have been the one doing all your makeup when you have special occasions to attend, " Diana said and scoffed.
" I know that you are good but I need the best for today. I need to look my best for my wedding, " Trica said and reached out to her cell phone. She called her makeup artist, but she was told that the number was not reachable.
After so many failed attempts to reach her makeup artist, Tricia reluctantly allowed Diana to do her makeup. By the time Diana was done with her, she could not believe that she was the person reflecting in the mirror.
" Oh my goodness! We are thirty minutes behind time, " Diana exclaimed as soon as her eyes found the clock. That snapped Tricia out of whatever thought she was lost in.
" Oh my goodness! How come we are this late? How come no one called me or asked me to hasten up? Why didn't ... " Tricia was asking unending questions until Diana interrupted her.
" Stop asking questions and get into your gown. The drive to the church is about thirty minutes, " Diana yelled impatiently. Tricia nodded like an obedient child and quickly put on her wedding gown. Diana assisted her with her shoes. In no time Tricia was ready.
With the speed of lightning, Tricia dashed out of her room. Diana followed her almost immediately. She suddenly paused and frowned at how empty the house looked.
"Did they leave me and go for my wedding? "Tricia thought aloud. On a normal day, she would have laughed till her fill. But the situation was different. It was her wedding, a once-in-a-lifetime event. She couldn't believe that she was going to be late for her wedding.
" Don't just stand there! Let's get going, " Diana told Tricia who seemed lost in her thoughts. Tricia nodded and briskly walked out of the room.
Rebecca Smith, the illegitimate daughter of the late business tycoon George Smith, felt betrayed and disappointed when her boyfriend of three years, Jayden Anderson, announced his engagement to her stepsister, Benedicta Smith, in her stead on Christmas Eve in the presence of the whole Smith family. Even though she was deeply hurt by the turnout of the event, Rebecca managed to keep a smiling face, knowing that none of the people present would take sides with her. After the Christmas holiday, Rebecca moved out of the Smith's mansion to live in the suburbs. Another Christmas is here again and Rebecca Smith must be present at the Smith's mansion to celebrate with the Smith family since it was the tradition of the Smiths to come together to celebrate Christmas yearly. But this time, Rebecca has been mandated to present her fiance to the family. What will Rebecca do especially when there is no man in her life and skipping this year's Christmas gathering is not an option? What happened when she hired a 'gigolo' for Christmas but ended up in a contract marriage with him? What happened when she discovered that the 'gigolo' was a multi-billionaire after they had started a real relationship?
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?
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.
As a simple assistant, messaging the CEO in the dead of night to request shares of adult films was a bold move. Bethany, unsurprisingly, didn't receive any films. However, the CEO responded that, while he had no films to share, he could offer a live demonstration. After a night filled with passion, Bethany was certain she'd lose her job. But instead, her boss proposed, "Marry me. Please consider it." "Mr. Bates, you're kidding me, right?"
Due to the plight of her family, Phoebe had no choice but to embark on the path of selling herself. In an accident, she had a tangled night with Alexander. Everything began to derail, and even if she fled to the ends of the earth, she would still be found by him and entangled... *** Phoebe screamed in frustration, "What do you want from me?" What was this supposed to be? He raised an eyebrow wickedly. "What do I want? You'll find out soon enough." With that, he hoisted her up and carried her back into the office. The door slammed shut with a kick, and he cleared the desk with a sweep of his arm before laying her down on it, his body pinning hers in place, completely trapping her in his grasp. Every cell in his body was telling him he wanted her. He wanted to claim her again. This time, there would be no escape for her-he wouldn't let her slip away. Never again. If he had suffered for five years, then this woman wouldn't get off easily either!
Amy didn't expect that her husband whom she had loved and trusted earnestly for many years would be cheating on her by having sex with his secretary. When she confronted him, he and his secretary mocked and ridiculed her, they called her barren to her face, afterall, she had not conceived for the past three years that she had been married to her husband, Callan. Terribly Heartbroken, she filed for divorce and left to the club, she picked a random gigolo, had a hot one night stand with him, paid him and dissapeared to a small city. She came back to the country six years later with three identical cute boys and three identical cute girls of the same age. She settled and got a job but soon find out that her CEO was the gigolo she had sex with six years back at the club. Will she be able to hide her six little cuties from her CEO, who happens to be the most powerful man in NorthHill and beleived to be infertile? Can Amy and the most powerful man in NorthHill get along considering the social gap between them.
"Who is she?" I asked, feeling tears well up in my eyes. "He met her at the Alpha training camp," he said. "She is a perfect suitor for him. It snowed last night, indicating that his wolf is happy with his choice." My heart sank, and tears made their way down my cheeks. Alexander took my innocence last night, and now he is taking that thing in his office as his Luna. **** Emily never shifted on her 18th birthday and became the laughingstock of the pack. When her old crush, Alexander Black, returns from Alpha Training, she never expected him to be her mate. After a night of passionate love, Emily finds out that young Alpha Alexander has taken a chosen mate. Heartbroken and humiliated, Emily runs off and disappears from the pack. Now, five years later, Emily is a high-ranking warrior in King Alpha's army, specializing in sensitive matters. When her best friend invites her to a night of music and laughter, she never expects to run into her mate, Alexander. Will Alexander figure out it is Emily? Will he chase after her, and most of all, will Emily be able to keep her secrets safe?