Melanie sold her virginity and dignity just to save her father from being sent to prison. For ten months, she stayed away as a surrogate for a man she didn't know. Upon her return, she found out that her father committed suicide and the money she sent never got to him. Her wicked stepmother and stepsister threw her out of the house with nothing. Even her fiancée stood against her. Three years later, she returned to find out that her family home was going to be demolished. She tried to stop that from happening by going to the condescending CEO, Matthew. "Are you trying to seduce me?" he asked while his eyes pierced through her soul. Shivering, she replied, "It wasn't intentional." The two of them soon found out that they had a lot to gain from each other. They agreed to a fake marriage for the sake of Matthew's three-year-old daughter. Melanie thought everything would be over once she got what she wanted and also helped him. However, Matthew's daughter had other plans. She requested out of the blue, "Mommy, can you give me a little brother?" Secrets also came to light one after the other. Melanie was left questioning everything that she knew...
"Melanie Scott, twenty-one years old, graduated with honors from Chanvale University. A virgin who has no sexual experience, and is very healthy..."
The man sitting opposite Melanie Scott closed the file after reading it out loud. He frowned and asked, "Are you sure you want to do this?"
Melanie, who looked so innocent and beautiful, tightened her grip on the hemline of her dress and responded anxiously, "Yes, I'm sure. I need the money badly."
"How much money do you need?"
Melanie was stunned for a moment. With her head lowered, she muttered, "Ten... Ten million dollars."
The man's frown deepened. "At most, it should take you a month to get pregnant. You'll carry the baby to full term, so that will be a total of ten months. This must remain a secret. So, you are not allowed to leave here or contact anyone. Can you do it?"
Melanie took a deep breath. Her knuckles were turning white as she said in a trembling voice, "Yes, I... I can, but on one condition."
"Shoot," said the man, folding his arms.
"After I sign this agreement, you have to transfer ten million dollars to my bank account as soon as I get pregnant. I need the money urgently."
Ugh! What a greedy young woman!
A trace of contempt flashed through the man's eyes. "No problem. Get ready. Your sugar daddy will be here at eight o'clock tonight. Remember, this is not child's play. Your sugar daddy is a no-nonsense man. You'd better get pregnant within a month. Otherwise, you can say goodbye to the ten million dollars."
Evening came quickly. The clock had almost chimed eight.
After she took a bath and got changed, Melanie was sent to a room in the villa. It was so dark that she feared she had gotten blind.
The room was extremely quiet. The only sound she could hear was the ticking of a clock on the wall.
Several minutes passed as Melanie stood alone in the pitch-black room. Suddenly, the door swung open and a man came in. Melanie couldn't see his figure, let alone his face. She was about to wrap her arms around her naked body when the man grabbed her and threw her onto the bed.
"Ten million dollars? What a greedy woman you are!"
The man's cold sneer broke the silence in the room. Melanie felt like she had just been punched in her chest.
Holding her chest, she shut her eyes tightly and bit her lower lip until a sharper pain shot to her brain. Her voice trembled as she said, "Get on with it, will you? Stop talking nonsense!"
The man snorted with disdain. The next second, he pounced on her cruelly.
He was so rough that as soon as he went into her, her entire body tensed up and then began to vibrate.
Tears slipped down the corners of her eyes. She shut them tightly and bit her lower lip hard just to brave the pain that was tearing through her.
This was all for her family. As long as she survived tonight, she would save Scott Group and her father wouldn't have to go to jail just because he couldn't pay his debt.
Driven by her ambition, Melanie wrapped her arms around the man's neck as her brain numbed the pain. She pressed her soft red lips against his and seduced him innocently, "Harder, stallion. Fuck me harder."
The man grunted and whispered in her ear, "You asked for it. Don't regret it later."
Following that, Melanie went to the brink of death several times. He pounded her so hard that her body soon went limp. By the time he was done with her, she couldn't lift a finger or even breathe without feeling sore all over.
The next morning, Melanie was awoken by a warm sunlight on her face. She opened her eyes and found that she was all alone in the room. She was still trying to keep awake when a maid pushed the door open and said in a cold voice, "He'll have sex with you every night until you get pregnant. If you aren't with a child in a month, you have to pack up and leave."
Clasping her hands tightly, Melanie prayed that she would fall pregnant before the ultimatum.
The rough sex continued for six more nights. On each occasion, Melanie felt she was better off dead. The man was a beast!
Thankfully, she was confirmed pregnant about a month later.
"The sum of ten million has been transferred to your account. From now on, you shouldn't stress yourself at all. You don't have to worry about a thing. Just eat and sleep well."
Mixed feelings surged inside Melanie when she heard that. After fighting back tears of joy and pain, she grabbed the maid's hand and said, "I want to call my dad to ask if he's safe now. I also want to know if he received the ten million. Please help me. I promise not to reveal anything to him. Cross my heart... Please, help me."
Perhaps the middle-aged maid's heart was touched by Melanie's pitiful look. With her phone in hand, she asked, "What exactly do you want to say? I can only text him for you. But this will be the first and last time!"
Nine months later, a heavily pregnant Melanie lay on the bed in the villa. She was sweating profusely with her legs open wide.
Shrill cries echoed in the room. The female doctor who had on a pair of gloves and a mask stood in front of her and urged, "I can see the baby's head! Push harder, push!"
With all the strength she could muster, Melanie gritted her teeth hard and pushed like never before.
The baby slipped out of her. And the next second, a piercing cry was heard.
The doctor quickly wrapped the baby up and put it into an incubator. Then, she ordered someone who was standing in the shadows, "Take the baby out right now."
In a pool of her own blood, Melanie tilted her head and said amidst tears, "Please let me have a look at my child."
Her pleas fell on deaf ears. The baby was out the door before she knew it.
Melanie had no idea whether the child was a boy or a girl.
Outside the villa, there was a black limited-edition Maybach parked in the driveway.
The man sitting in the backseat stared at the crying baby who was still covered in blood and amniotic fluid. His face slowly contorted in a frown.
"Congratulations, Mr. Collins. The baby looks just like you!"
"Shut up!" the man said curtly. "How can you already tell that we look alike? Drive to the hospital now!"
"Yes, sir," the driver responded, starting the ignition.
Back in the villa, Melanie stumbled to her feet with her hand clutching her belly. She looked out of the window, only to find a black shiny car driving away.
The day after Melanie gave birth, she rushed home even though she was still in pain and was very weak.
Melanie had been racking her brain throughout the ride. Now that she was standing at the door, she still couldn't come up with a good excuse as to why she disappeared for ten whole months. She took a deep breath and reached out to press the doorbell, only to find that the door was ajar.
She pushed it gently and walked in. However, there was no one in the living room.
Was there no one at home? Even if her father went to work, her stepmother, Ximena Scott usually stayed at home with her daughter, Elliana Crowell. Where could they have gone leaving the door ajar?
Melanie was about to go upstairs when she saw two familiar figures walk past the corridor of the second floor.
"Damn girl!" The man slapped the woman's butt and squeezed hard. Even though the lady chuckled, she slapped his chest and said with a pout, "Stop it. When are you gonna put a ring on my finger? Still missing Melanie, huh? No one has heard a thing from her in ten months."
"I have already moved on. How can I miss that thing? I only dated her because she came from this reputable family. I wouldn't have looked at her twice if I had met you first. Compared to you, she's so boring." The man licked his lips. Afterward, he leaned in close and whispered into her ear, "Especially in bed, she knows nothing while you drive me crazy always."
"Aww, darling! You drive me crazy too," the woman said coquettishly, jumping into his arms. "My pussy is still sore because of how you fucked me last night."
As she stood at the foot of the stairs, the color of Melanie's face was drained in the blink of an eye. Her eyes sparked with resentment as she stared up at the duo who couldn't take their hands off each other.
The lustful man was none other than her boyfriend, Neville Phillips.
She was away for just ten months, but Neville didn't waste time in moving on to her stepmother's daughter, Elliana.
These two were backstabbing scums.
Rumors claimed that Fernanda, newly back with her family, was nothing more than a violent country bumpkin. Fernanda just flashed a casual, dismissive grin in response. Another rumor suggested that the usually rational Cristian had lost all sense, madly in love with Fernanda. This frustrated her. She could tolerate gossip about herself, but slander against her beloved crossed the line! Gradually, as Fernanda's multiple identities as a celebrated designer, a savvy gamer, an acclaimed painter, and a successful business magnate came to light, everyone realized they were the ones who had been fooled.
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?
COALESCENCE OF THE FIVE SERIES BOOK ONE: THE 5-TIME REJECTED GAMMA & THE LYCAN KING BOOK TWO: THE ROGUES WHO WENT ROGUE BOOK THREE: THE INDOMITABLE HUNTRESS & THE HARDENED DUKE *** BOOK ONE: After being rejected by 5 mates, Gamma Lucianne pleaded with the Moon Goddess to spare her from any further mate-bonds. To her dismay, she is being bonded for the sixth time. What’s worse is that her sixth-chance mate is the most powerful creature ruling over all werewolves and Lycans - the Lycan King himself. She is certain, dead certain, that a rejection would come sooner or later, though she hopes for it to be sooner. King Alexandar was ecstatic to meet his bonded mate, and couldn’t thank their Goddess enough for gifting him someone so perfect. However, he soon realizes that this gift is reluctant to accept him, and more than willing to sever their bond. He tries to connect with her but she seems so far away. He is desperate to get intimate with her but she seems reluctant to open up to him. He tries to tell her that he is willing to commit to her for the rest of his life but she doesn’t seem to believe him. He is pleading for a chance: a chance to get to know her; a chance to show her that he’s different; and a chance to love her. But when not-so-subtle crushes, jealous suitors, self-entitled Queen-wannabes, an old flame, a silent protector and a past wedding engagement threaten to jeopardize their relationship, will Lucianne and Xandar still choose to be together? Is their love strong enough to overcome everything and everyone? Or will Lucianne resort to enduring a sixth rejection from the one person she thought she could entrust her heart with?
"I've warned you from the beginning. Don't marry him, but you won't listen." Darcy stood close to me and smiled with concern. "You're not a woman worthy of a man as handsome, rich, smart, and virile as Blaze." My whole body trembled at her words. "Have you no shame?" I asked. "Take a good look at yourself, Heather." She stared at me in the mirror. "You can't even glance at your ugly face. Do you think Blaze can endure a lifetime of gazing at that scar?" Heather Bailey got a surprise from her husband: a divorce agreement. After a year of marriage and facing ups and downs, she couldn't believe Blaze intended to divorce her. She was devastated when she saw him gazing lovingly at another woman. After signing the divorce papers, shockwaves caught her up. Her flower shop was burned to the ground. Her father's company collapsed, and her parents blamed her. She struggled to rebuild her life from the ground up and became more successful than ever. Having many customers from influential families, she started her revenge on Blaze. She won the very thing he wanted, but that was just the beginning.
"Mr. Evans, please maintain some dignity. Don't forget I'm your brother's wife!" Having caught her husband and best friend together in the bed, Elena wanted nothing more than to exact revenge on the people she once called family. She refused to be a pitiful divorcee and vowed to make everyone who had once looked down on her beg for forgiveness. And to start with her newfound freedom, Elena indulges in a one-night stand with a stranger. However, what was meant to be a fleeting escape turns into a nightmare when she learns that the stranger is none other than her husband's older brother! Would Elena be free from the shackles of her marriage? Or would the mysterious stranger make her life a living hell since he seemed to have a personal vendetta against his family? [The story is 18+ and involves mature content.]
Darya spent three years loving Micah, worshipping the ground he walked on. Until his neglect and his family's abuse finally woke her up to the ugly truth-he doesn't love her. Never did, never will. To her, he is a hero, her knight in shining armour. To him, she is an opportunist, a gold digger who schemed her way into his life. Darya accepts the harsh reality, gathers the shattered pieces of her dignity, divorces him, takes back her real name, reclaims her title as the country's youngest billionaire heiress. Their paths cross again at a party. Micah watches his ex-wife sing like an angel, tear up the dance floor, then thwart a lecher with a roundhouse kick. He realises, belatedly, that she's exactly the kind of woman he'd want to marry, if only he had taken the trouble to get to know her. Micah acts promptly to win her back, but discovers she's now surrounded by eligible bachelors: high-powered CEO, genius biochemist, award-winning singer, reformed playboy. Worse, she makes it pretty clear that she's done with him. Micah gears up for an uphill battle. He must prove to her he's still worthy of her love before she falls for someone else. And time is running out.