"You will fall in love with me," he started. "You're the only one I want." "I can't fall in love again, Adrian..." she said. He took her two arms and raised them up, pinning her against a wall. He rubbed his nose against hers, making their breaths mingle. He really cannot get enough of her. He kissed her deeply until she gasped for air. "You can't tell me you feel nothing for me," he said roughly against her mouth. He held her two hands with one of his and ripped her blouse open with his other hand. "I know how you feel every time I touch you," "Adrian...." "The way you call my name tells me you love me." "Adrian.....please....." "You practically melt under my touch." "Ahhhh Adrian....." She made to kiss him, but he avoided her kiss. "You're mine to have...I love you, Sharon," he said, voice beginning to break. "Oh Adrian," she said and began to cry. "I can't get you out of my mind, I need you by my side always." "Please Adrian...." she cried. "I know you, Sharon," he said. "I know what to get from every feeling. I know what to hear from every touch. I know your every need, every desire, when to touch, how to touch." He released her and she could barely stand. "Your body is like my instrument. I know every cord, every key. I know how to play you." he said very slowly. "I don't want just your body, I want more." A handsome billionaire can get any woman he wants, but Adrian is deeper than that. He goes after a single mum who shielded her heart with iron gates. Sharon's ex-husband comes into the picture and wants her back. An engaging love triangle ensues. And then, there's Jeanne, Adrian's first love. She is desperate to have his love and would do anything to get him back.
Chapter 1
It's been a while.
She sat there, slowly chewing her food. She let out a sigh as she studied the ambience. The restaurant was just about the same.
The restaurant was behind the lobby of a spectacular hotel, well situated in the center of the busy city.
The Urban Bistro was a stylish haven in the midst of the built surroundings. Tall, modern buildings surround it, and the floor to ceiling windows offer an unhindered view of the streets.
It was their venue for date nights and special occasions, in the early days of their marriage.
She had not been there since he abandoned her and her pregnancy. She summoned a lot of courage to return there.
She was there for the outstanding array of food. There was a buffet every Sunday.
She smiled softly as the thought of her young son came to her mind. He was the only joy in her life. She delighted in his naughtiness and playful ways.
She had made up her mind to remain single...for sanity and peace. Her ex-husband hurt her too much, and she had lost faith in all men or hope for love.
She felt spent and emotionally exhausted. Indeed, she had nothing else to offer anyone. She could never be enough for anyone else.
All the love, emotions, and feelings she could ever have, had been squeezed out of her by the ungrateful moron she chose for a husband.
She owed her son an apology for selecting a loser as his father.
***
Adrian Sterling decided to be alone that cool Sunday evening. He needed a break from his incredibly busy life.
Some peace and quiet will do him a lot of good at this time.
He had not taken a break in forever. He was there to try out the cooking of the new chef.
He was seated at a table adjacent to an incredibly looking woman. Apart from her beauty, the countenance on her face drew him to her. He studied her carefully with a corner of his eyes, but was careful not to be caught glaring at her.
She had a rare, subtle beauty. He has been with too many women to know that. She had little or no makeup on, which meant she had nothing to hide.
He had had his fair share of women. They presented themselves to him as beautifully as they could be but looked entirely different when their makeup was washed off.
She had a timeless beauty that could compete with the greatest works of art. Her perfect skin and delicate, high cheekbones framed her face, and her long, luscious hair cascaded down like liquid gold. Her eyes were wide, expressive, and as deep and alluring as the ocean.
She had soft, inviting lips that were well sculpted. Her lips frequently curved into a faint smile. Her presence had an enticing attraction due to the trace of mystery in her gaze, which made him wonder about the depth of her thoughts.
She seemed sad, pent up and eluded of confidence. Tried as she could, pain could not be hidden in her eyes. But he must commend her for being strong enough to eat alone. Everyone present there was with a partner, family, or friends. But she sat alone, quietly eating her food.
Was she stood up?
Nah.
She would have left instead of staying.
She looked so lonely, and he felt oddly attracted to her. He had an urge to care for her and deal with her pain. He felt a tingle every time his eyes rested on her face.
He had the penthouse in the hotel of the restaurant to himself. He could have ordered a sample of each dish sent to his room, but he decided to come downstairs.
He was so glad he came.
What bliss would it be for him to have her in that room...alone...even for a moment. The things he would do to her...
She disrupted his thoughts when she walked past him to get more food. He took the opportunity to go with her.
He had to get close to her.
He walked behind her and fed his eyes with her delicate stature.
She was so feminine. She moved with grace and poise, like an old movie star. She took easy, calculated steps like she was being watched.
And the smell that lingered after her was driving him crazy!
Why was he feeling this way?
She got to the spread of food and picked up a new plate, totally oblivious of the man behind her.
It was time for dessert.
Decisions, decisions.
Cake, pie, or Ice cream.
Perhaps a bit of everything.
She gave a small chuckle as she reached for a serving spoon. Her hands jammed the man standing beside her, who reached for the spoon at the same time. Their eyes met, and he held her gaze for a couple of seconds.
She was a world-renowned divine doctor, the CEO of a publicly traded company, the most formidable female mercenary, and a top-tier tech genius. Marissa, a titan with a plethora of secret identities, had hidden her true stature to marry a seemingly impoverished young man. However, on the eve of their wedding, her fiance, who was actually the lost heir to a wealthy dynasty, called off the engagement and subjected her to degradation and mockery. Upon the revelation of her concealed identities, her ex-fiance was left stunned and desperately pleaded for her forgiveness. Standing protectively before Marissa, an incredibly influential and fearsome magnate declared, "This is my wife. Who would dare try to claim her?"
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Allison fell in love with Ethan Iversen, the soon-to-be Alpha of the Moonlight Crown pack. She always wanted him to notice her. Meanwhile, Ethan was an arrogant Alpha who thought a weak Omega could not be his companion. Ethan's cousin, Ryan Iversen, who came back from abroad and was the actual heir of the pack, never tried to get the position nor did he show any interest in it. He was a popular playboy Alpha but when he came back to the pack, one thing captured his eyes and that was Allison.
In her previous life, Kimberly endured the betrayal of her husband, the cruel machinations of an evil woman, and the endless tyranny of her in-laws. It culminated in the bankruptcy of her family, and ultimately, her death. After being reborn, she resolved to seek retribution against those who had wronged her, and ensure her family's prosperity. To her shock, the most unattainable man from her past suddenly set his sights on her. "You may have overlooked me before, but I shall capture your heart this time around."
The day Raina gave birth should have been the happiest of her life. Instead, it became her worst nightmare. Moments after delivering their twins, Alexander shattered her heart-divorcing her and forcing her to sign away custody of their son, Liam. With nothing but betrayal and heartbreak to her name, Raina disappeared, raising their daughter, Ava, on her own.Years later, fate comes knocking when Liam falls gravely ill. Desperate to save his son, Alexander is forced to seek out the one person he once cast aside. Alexander finds himself face to face with the woman he underestimated, pleading for a second chance-not just for himself, but for their son. But Raina is no longer the same broken woman who once loved him.No longer the woman he left behind. She has carved out a new life-one built on strength, wealth, and a long-buried legacy she expected to uncover.Raina has spent years learning to live without him.The question is... Will she risk reopening old wounds to save the son she never got to love? or has Alexander lost her forever?
"Ahh!" She was in a moaning mess. She did not want to feel anything for this man. She hated him. His hands began to move all over her body. She gasped when he pulled down the back chain of her dress. The chain stopped at her lower waist, so when he zipped it off, her upper back and waist were exposed. "D-Don't touch m-ummm!" His fingers rolled around her bare back, and she pressed her head against the pillow. His touches were giving her goosebumps all over her body. With a deep angry voice, he whispered in her ear, "I am going to make you forget his touches, kisses, and everything. Every time you touch another man, you will only think of me." - - - Ava Adler was a nerdy omega. People bullied her because they thought she was ugly and unattractive. But Ava secretly loved the bad boy, Ian Dawson. He was the future Alpha of the Mystic Shadow Pack. However, he doesn't give a damn about rules and laws, as he only likes to play around with girls. Ava was unaware of Ian's arrogance until her fate intertwined with his. He neglected her and hurt her deeply. What would happen when Ava turned out to be a beautiful girl who could win over any boy, and Ian looked back and regretted his decisions? What if she had a secret identity that she had yet to discover? What if the tables turned and Ian begged her not to leave him?