"Yes, I know you have changed your mind. But has it occurred to you?" He paused, a cold smile appearing on his lips. "That I might have changed my mind about marrying you?" "What?" She blurted out. There was no way he could reject her. He was her last plan. Her final backup plan, and without him, she would lose her sister to the dangerous Billionaire Mafia Prince, Andrei Andreevich. She would be his possession forever. A slave. ************************* Lyra Bennet heart pounds as she stares at the formidable Prince Viktor Andreevich. She had caused her sister to lose her freedom to her mafia ex-boyfriend, so now, she had to save her by selling herself in marriage to Andrei Andreevich's worst enemy. His younger brother. Viktor Andreevich. She might have agreed to marry him to save her sister but the icy glitter in his eyes warns that he is not a man to be toyed with. But Viktor was unprepared for her purity and innocence. He desired her and he wasn't supposed to. He wanted her in his bed and he wasn't supposed to. And Viktor got everything he desired.
Two days after Christmas, I stood on a deserted sidewalk and lifted my head to the top of the skyscraper across the street.
I swallowed as my gaze caught his penthouse. I couldn't do it. Marry him? It was impossible, except I had to do it.
"I'm not scared," I muttered to myself and tightened my grip on my tattered backpack.
I had to marry the devil himself to save my sister. That was my last option. I had assumed it would never come to that. I always believed that the police would help me out and rescue my sister. Instead, they mocked me each time I shared my story.
"Let me get this straight." the first policeman I met said. "Your older sister wagered herself in a poker game and lost to her ex-boyfriend?"
I had cried and begged for help, but none was coming. One of the police officers had even threatened to arrest me for illegal gambling.
Now, I was shivering in the cold in front of a massive penthouse. No one was coming to save Illyra. It was just me and my backup plan.
I had to take responsibility for everything. After all, I was responsible for getting Illyra into trouble in the first place. If I hadn't stupidly accepted my boss's invitation to a poker game, she wouldn't have tried to save me.
Clever Illyra, five years older than me, had been a poker game expert and a con artist in her childhood. But after we abandoned our dangerous life and she began to work as an honest waitress, her skills became rusty. How else could I explain that instead of winning, she had lost everything to her hated ex-boyfriend with the turn of a single card?
Andrei Andreevich separated us immediately after he won. He forcefully sent me back to the mainland on his private jet, and I had spent my last dime to fly back, desperate to get Illyra away from him.
For the past forty-eight hours, I had managed to keep everything together after meeting dead ends because I had one final fallback plan.
But now, I had to actually fall back on the plan, and it felt like falling on a sword.
I looked up at the skyscraper again and studied the penthouse. I had caused my sister to lose her freedom, so now, I had to save her by selling myself in marriage to Andrei Andreevich's worst enemy.
His younger brother. Viktor Andreevich.
"The enemy of my enemy is my friend," I muttered, trying to convince myself that I wasn't doing the most dangerous thing ever.
I would marry the devil himself.
I sighed and forced my feet off the sidewalk to the skyscraper. There was no backing up now, and I knew it.
"Excuse me, how can I help you?" the doorman asked inside the lobby, eyeing my dirty clothes.
I licked my lips. "I am here to see one of your residents. I mean, marry one of your residents."
He didn't bother to hide his disbelief. "You? Marry someone who lives here?"
I nodded. "Yes. Viktor Andreevich."
His eyes widened immediately. "The prince? Oh, you must be delusional. Get out of here before I call the police."
I was beginning to get desperate. "Please, just call him. Tell him that Lyra has changed her mind. My answer is yes now."
"Call him? I would never do that." He narrowed his eyes at me. "If you think you can come in here and..."
I searched through my backpack.
He continued. "Capo Famiglia's presence here is a secret. He is on vacation, and I expect...."
"See." I flung the card desperately to him. "He gave me this card three days ago when he proposed to me."
"Proposed to you?" He snorted. "Like the prince would ever..." His eyes caught the gold embroidery on the card, and he froze. Then he snatched it from my hand and read the writing on it.
"For when you change your mind," the card read. He glanced at me and sighed. "But you're not his type." He said faintly.
"I know," I whispered, although my heart twisted in my chest. Twenty pounds overweight, unfashionable, and clumsy, I was painfully aware that I was no man's type. Fortunately, Viktor agreed to marry me for reasons that had nothing to do with love or either lust. "Please, just call him. Will you?"
He studied me for some seconds before turning away to dial the phone on his desk. He spoke in a low voice, and after some minutes, he turned to me with a bewildered expression.
"His bodyguard said you are to go right up." He said, pointing his finger to the elevator. "Thirty-seventh floor."
"Thank you." I murmured before walking away. I could feel him staring at me as my cheap flip-flops echoed against the marble floor. I walked into the elevator, and on the thirty-seventh floor, the door opened with a ding. Carefully, I crept out into a magnificent hallway.
"Welcome, Miss Bennet." Two grim-looking bodyguards were waiting for me in the hallway. With one swift movement, one seized my bag, and the other searched me thoroughly.
"What are you searching for?" I asked, chuckling. "Do you think I would bring a gun or a knife to a wedding proposal?"
They did not answer me or return my smile. "She's clear." One of them said and handed me my backpack. "You may go in, please."
I swallowed, looking at the massive door before me. "He's a nice guy, right? Can he be trusted? Do you think he is cool? Funny? Anything?" The bodyguards stared back at me, their faces impassive.
"His highness is expecting you. Please go on." One of them repeated without blinking.
"Okay, you robot," I whispered to myself, slightly irritated.
I didn't need reassurance that Viktor was a good guy. I'd just listen to my intuition. To my heart.
Which meant I was indeed in trouble. There was a reason my dying father left me a large parcel of Alaskan land in an unbreakable trust. He had also made sure that I could not receive it until I was twenty-five, which was four years from now, or I got married. Even when I was a child, my father knew that I was too naive and stupid to be trusted. He knew I needed all the help I could get to survive the cruel world.
Sometimes, Illyra tried to make me feel better about it. Like how she would say, having a big heart was excellent and lovely. However, I knew she was trying to make me feel better about myself. I could only imagine what she was going through as a prisoner to that Billionaire tycoon and evil mafia lord, Andrei Andreevich.
"For Illyra," I whispered before opening the penthouse door. I walked in, and my jaw dropped in awe.
The lavish foyer was empty, and I had never seen such a beautiful place. My footsteps echoed as I walked on the marble floor, and I felt dizzy as I studied the high chandelier above my head. My lips parted when I saw the view through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Crossing the foyer to the great room, I looked at the magnificent sculptures and twinkling lights.
"So..........you changed your mind."
A low masculine voice came from behind me. I froze at the spot, unable to move.
Viktor was right behind me.
"A man like me usually has patience. But with you, I've exhausted it all. Everyday, you leave me craving you, needing you in my bed like a mad man. Scarlet, what do you want from me?" He growled, staring deep into her green eyes. "Time." She whispered, her voice barely audible. "I don't have time!" His voice rumbled with slight annoyance and a hint of jealousy. "Your heart is torn between me and Brad, isn't?" "Brad is my mate, my fated mate. And -" "And who am I to you?" He pulled her closer to himself. "You're mine, Scarlet. Every inch and depth of you is mine. And I won't let that undeserving boy have you. May the best man win your heart." ********************** Bullied and mocked her entire life, Scarlet always dreamed of the day she would find a mate. Someone to love and cherish her. But on her eighteenth birthday, she was rejected by the boy she was fated to love. Unusual red hair, awkward social life, and a complete nerd, she did not expect to be ever wanted again by anyone. But everything changed when she realized she was given a second chance mate–a lycan prince. Driven by jealousy, her first mate wants her back and the prince would rather die than let her go. Now desired by the two most powerful boys in college, what choice would she make? And how would she navigate her complex love life with them?
He rejected her, and then he realized she was the center of his world. Such a shame! ************* Unwanted, dismissed, cast away. Daisy Channing was rejected by her boyfriend, Alexander Harding, who was also the Alpha of the Lightcrest pack. She never expected that her boyfriend of three years would dump her and worse, pick her best friend over her. She was betrayed by the two people she trusted the most. Filled with the pain of a broken bond and betrayal, she fled the pack. But under the moonlight, she found her way to her second chance mate. Turns out her life was only getting better or perhaps, more complicated. Cursed, broken, dejected. Landon, the Lycan Prince of the Crescent pack was cursed with the inability to ever feel the mate bond or know true love. For over a hundred years, he had searched for his erasthai and a way to break the curse. Until a prophecy revealed his mate would come to him under the red moonlight and free him. Sounds like a pretty straightforward deal....but soon, Daisy and Landon realize they got more than they bargained for. Their mating instincts to protect and possess each other are weighing on them, they crave each other's touch and company, and their inner wolves don't like it whenever they're apart. And they are forces threatening to break them apart everyday. What kind of cruel moon would torture them like this? They can't go on, but they must!
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?
A sudden twist of fate connected Helena to a prominent and influential person. To onlookers, she appeared as a naive bimbo. In truth, she was a top-tier specialist, shrouded in layers of hidden identities. Charlie declared, “She’s quite delicate and easily hurt. Cross her, and you’re crossing me.” The elite families, outwitted by Helena's prowess, kept these truths from him. Helena eventually broke free from Charlie, sending him on a frenzied worldwide hunt. To him, she was a bird with dazzling wings, and his goal was to help her reach new heights.Â
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!
Katie was forced to marry Dillan, a notorious ruffian. Her younger sister mocked her, "You're just an adopted daughter. Count your blessings for marrying him!" The world anticipated Katie's tribulations, but her married life unfurled with unexpected serenity. She even snagged a lavish mansion in a raffle! Katie jumped into Dillan's arms, credited him as her lucky charm. "No, Katie, it's you who brings me all this luck," Dillan replied. Then, one fateful day, Dillan's childhood friend came to her. "You're not worthy of him. Take this 50 million and leave him!" Katie finally grasped Dillan's true stature—the wealthiest man on the planet. That night, trembling with trepidation, she broached the subject of divorce with Dillan. However, with a domineering embrace, he told her, "I'd give you everything I have. Divorce is off the table!"
Her fiance and her best friend worked together and set her up. She lost everything and died in the street. However, she was reborn. The moment she opened her eyes, her husband was trying to strangle her. Luckily, she survived that. She signed the divorce agreement without hesitation and was ready for her miserable life. To her surprise, her mother in this life left her a great deal of money. She turned the tables and avenged herself. Everything went well in her career and love when her ex-husband came to her.
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?"