Maya Allen an orphan who meets Liam Taylor a CEO of the biggest company in their city and also the most renowned play boy.Her life takes a drastic turn after that. Would it be a good or bad turn?
Maya Allen an orphan who meets Liam Taylor a CEO of the biggest company in their city and also the most renowned play boy.Her life takes a drastic turn after that. Would it be a good or bad turn?
" What the hell is going on here!! " I couldn't help but exclaim as I walked in on my boyfriend Lucas Sanchester and Chloe Spencer having hot and steamy sex on the bed that I walked my butts off to buy.
So all my colleagues at the flower shop told me were all true! The whole room reeked of their sweat and the sex they were having.
" It's.... it's....not what you think babe, Chloe....was the one who seduced me...Yeah " he said while stuttering and pointed at Chloe, my best friend who was now sitting on the bed using my bed sheet to cover her shameless nakedness. Chloe's eyes widened with shock as her gaze left my face and instantly fell on Lucas.
" That's a big lie, he was the one who approached me and today he took advantage of me because I was drunk, " She said as she looked at me with tears falling from my eyes.
What? Did they think I was 3 years old? I caught them in the act and they dared to lie to me. Worst of all Chloe was shedding crocodile tears. I scoffed at their flimsy excuses and lies.
I wouldn't lie, I was at the brink of crying, but I wasn't gonna let them see me weak, so I sucked in some air.
" I'll be leaving for my shift right now at the flower shop, and by the time I return, Lucas you better pack all your belongings and get the hell out of my house. As for you Chloe you are no longer my best friend, I don't wanna set my eyes on you both ever again, " I said through gritted teeth and walked out of my Studio apartment not giving them the chance to say anything further.
I heard them arguing with themselves when I was on my way out but who cares? I just want them out of my life and house before I close from work.
My name is Maya Allen and I just got cheated on by my boyfriend and my best friend. When my colleagues at the flower shop told me they normally see Lucas and Chloe going on dates, I refused to believe them because Chloe has been my best friend for a long time now.
She was the one who aided my dreams of leaving the orphanage and staying on my own. She was the one who even paid my first house rent, so if you were in my shoes and they tell you such a person would betray you, would you believe or agree?
All the emotions in me were threatening to burst out due to the betrayal, anger, and disappointment I felt because I gave my all to Lucas, I did all the work. I brought the food, paid the rent, I did everything while he just did nothing but sleep, yet I still showed him affection and my undying love.
But that love died just now when I saw him on Chloe. Now I know I was wasting my time with Lucas. I should have seen the signs, but I was blinded by love.
I was on the verge of breaking down when I hailed a taxi and boarded it telling the driver to take me to any bar around.
When we headed for my destination I couldn't help but let the tears fall from my eyes, I broke down into tears wailing and clutching my chest because my heart felt like it would pull out, the emotional torture I was going through were immeasurable.
The heartbreak I kept on feeling since I saw them was torture. That's the best way to describe what I was going through. Torture!
I didn't even care when I saw the driver looking at me worriedly and asking what was wrong, I just ignored him and kept on pouring my pains out through my tears.
" Miss...I .... " the driver wanted to say to me but I angrily snapped at him before he even had the chance to continue.
" Leave me alone!!! " I raised my head as I snapped at him, he flinched at my sudden outburst and raised his hands in surrender.
I looked at him before looking at my surroundings and sniffed back the tears that threatened to fall again. We had already arrived at a bar.
I looked through the front view mirror and saw that my face was a mess, the mascara I applied was smudged all over my face. I checked in my bag for a handkerchief which I used to clean my face dry although my eyes were still red and puffy.
" I'm.. I'm sorry I snapped at you. It wasn't intentional " I apologized to the driver and he nodded his head in understanding.
The driver patiently waited for me to gain my composure, not uttering any other word to me. I took a deep breath and exhaled sharply before paying him and alighting from the car.
I went into the bar without a second thought because I felt alcohol would be the best thing to numb the pains I was feeling.
I knew my boss at the flower shop was very strict and had been looking for a way to fire me since I refused his request to be his mistress, but maybe as I was about to skip my shift today, he might let it slide since he has feelings for me after all.
I walked into the bar and sat on an empty stool while the bartender attended to a gorgeous man who sat on the stool beside me. I know in the state I was, I wasn't supposed to be ogling the man but damn, it was difficult not to.
He just sat there with a cold look on his face but I could still see traces of tiredness lingering on his face. The aura that emitted from him commanded respect.
I was so fixated on ogling the man that I didn't notice the bartender was already in front of me. I heard someone clearing his throat obviously to get my attention and the hot man turned to look at me, my breath hitched for a moment as I took in his appearance.
His amber eyes looked at me with curiosity and confusion. Damn!! I thought females were the only ones who had amber eyes!
Feeling embarrassed, I looked away immediately, even though a part of me didn't wanna look away from the insanely hot and gorgeous man beside me. My face flushed with embarrassment when I saw the bartender smirking at me.
" Miss, I was asking what you would like to drink, " he said.
I thought about it for a moment and knew I wouldn't wanna embarrass myself when a hottie was sitting next to me, so I felt it was better I just drink my sorrows away and reserve my tears for later when I'm all alone.
" I would like to have two bottles of vodka, thanks " I said and saw the bartender's eyes widen a bit as he looked at my petit figure surprised.
At the same time, I felt an intense gaze on me when I said that and I knew it was the hottie sitting next to me.
" Are you sure? Because that's quite a lot. " the bartender asked with raised brows and I nodded.
He went away and came back with the vodka I ordered and a tumbler. I immediately gulped down the gin which gave me a burning sensation in my throat as it's liquid passed down and I loved the feeling, it felt soothing at this moment.
Fueled by pain and betrayal, I kept drinking nonstop until I realized I had finished one bottle, when I wanted to open the second bottle a strong hand clasped mine and stopped me from doing so.
I turned to see who it was that tried to stop me but my vision was already blurry, that was when I realized I was utterly wasted. I looked at the person trying to get a better view but failed at doing so.
Or was it the hottie sitting next to me? No, I don't think so, he looked like someone who minds his business, I thought to myself.
" I think you've had enough, " the person said and then I knew it was a male, I was mesmerized by the sound of the voice.
It wasn't masculine nor feminine, it was as smooth as silk, sweet, and perfect. I felt frustrated that I couldn't get a clear view of this person.
The next thing I did surprised me because I didn't see it coming nor could I stop myself from doing it.
Gerald is on his way driving to school, when a portal appears on the road in front of his car and due to the speed he is driving, he enters the portal and finds himself in another ancient but beautiful world. he finds out he has magical powers. In this new world, he is in, the people that seek to capture him are many, but why?! Find out as you read the book..
"I will marry you. Wait for me!" Mabel woke up. She had that dream again. In her dream, a man said he would marry her. Just a dream. Five years ago, she was set up by her stepsister and became pregnant out of wedlock. She lost everything, including her baby. Five years later, she was forced to marry her stepsister's fiance, Jayden, who was sick and going to pass away. Having no choice, Mabel decided to marry Jayden, not expecting that Jayden was the man...
Being second best is practically in my DNA. My sister got the love, the attention, the spotlight. And now, even her damn fiancé. Technically, Rhys Granger was my fiancé now-billionaire, devastatingly hot, and a walking Wall Street wet dream. My parents shoved me into the engagement after Catherine disappeared, and honestly? I didn't mind. I'd crushed on Rhys for years. This was my chance, right? My turn to be the chosen one? Wrong. One night, he slapped me. Over a mug. A stupid, chipped, ugly mug my sister gave him years ago. That's when it hit me-he didn't love me. He didn't even see me. I was just a warm-bodied placeholder for the woman he actually wanted. And apparently, I wasn't even worth as much as a glorified coffee cup. So I slapped him right back, dumped his ass, and prepared for disaster-my parents losing their minds, Rhys throwing a billionaire tantrum, his terrifying family plotting my untimely demise. Obviously, I needed alcohol. A lot of alcohol. Enter him. Tall, dangerous, unfairly hot. The kind of man who makes you want to sin just by existing. I'd met him only once before, and that night, he just happened to be at the same bar as my drunk, self-pitying self. So I did the only logical thing: I dragged him into a hotel room and ripped off his clothes. It was reckless. It was stupid. It was completely ill-advised. But it was also: Best. Sex. Of. My. Life. And, as it turned out, the best decision I'd ever made. Because my one-night stand isn't just some random guy. He's richer than Rhys, more powerful than my entire family, and definitely more dangerous than I should be playing with. And now, he's not letting me go.
Lyric had spent her life being hated. Bullied for her scarred face and hated by everyone-including her own mate-she was always told she was ugly. Her mate only kept her around to gain territory, and the moment he got what he wanted, he rejected her, leaving her broken and alone. Then, she met him. The first man to call her beautiful. The first man to show her what it felt like to be loved. It was only one night, but it changed everything. For Lyric, he was a saint, a savior. For him, she was the only woman that had ever made him cum in bed-a problem he had been battling for years. Lyric thought her life would finally be different, but like everyone else in her life, he lied. And when she found out who he really was, she realized he wasn't just dangerous-he was the kind of man you don't escape from. Lyric wanted to run. She wanted freedom. But she desired to navigate her way and take back her respect, to rise above the ashes. Eventually, she was forced into a dark world she didn't wish to get involved with.
For eight years, Cecilia Moore was the perfect Luna, loyal, and unmarked. Until the day she found her Alpha mate with a younger, purebred she-wolf in his bed. In a world ruled by bloodlines and mating bonds, Cecilia was always the outsider. But now, she's done playing by wolf rules. She smiles as she hands Xavier the quarterly financials-divorce papers clipped neatly beneath the final page. "You're angry?" he growls. "Angry enough to commit murder," she replies, voice cold as frost. A silent war brews under the roof they once called home. Xavier thinks he still holds the power-but Cecilia has already begun her quiet rebellion. With every cold glance and calculated step, she's preparing to disappear from his world-as the mate he never deserved. And when he finally understands the strength of the heart he broke... It may be far too late to win it back.
I was sitting in the Presidential Suite of The Pierre, wearing a Vera Wang gown worth more than most people earn in a decade. It was supposed to be the wedding of the century, the final move to merge two of Manhattan's most powerful empires. Then my phone buzzed. It was an Instagram Story from my fiancé, Jameson. He was at Charles de Gaulle Airport in Paris with a caption that read: "Fuck the chains. Chasing freedom." He hadn't just gotten cold feet; he had abandoned me at the altar to run across the world. My father didn't come in to comfort me. He burst through the door roaring about a lost acquisition deal, telling me the Holland Group would strip our family for parts if the ceremony didn't happen by noon. My stepmother wailed about us becoming the laughingstock of the Upper East Side. The Holland PR director even suggested I fake a "panic attack" to make myself look weak and sympathetic to save their stock price. Then Jameson’s sleazy cousin, Pierce, walked in with a lopsided grin, offering to "step in" and marry me just to get his hands on my assets. I looked at them and realized I wasn't a daughter or a bride to anyone in that room. I was a failed asset, a bouncing check, a girl whose own father told her to go to Paris and "beg" the man who had just publicly humiliated her. The girl who wanted to be loved died in that mirror. I realized that if I was going to be sold to save a merger, I was going to sell myself to the one who actually controlled the money. I marched past my parents and walked straight into the VIP holding room. I looked the most powerful man in the room—Jameson’s cold, ruthless uncle, Fletcher Holland—dead in the eye and threw the iPad on the table. "Jameson is gone," I said, my voice as hard as stone. "Marry me instead."
For five years, I believed I was living in a perfect marriage, only to discover it was all a sham! I discovered that my husband was coveting my bone marrow for his mistress! Right in front of me, he sent her flirtatious messages. To make matters worse, he even brought her into the company to steal my work! I finally understood, he never loved me. I stopped pretending, collected evidence of his infidelity, and reclaimed the research he had stolen from me. I signed the divorce papers and left without looking back. He thought I was just throwing a tantrum and would eventually return. But when we met again, I was holding the hand of a globally renowned tycoon, draped in a wedding dress and grinning with confidence. My ex-husband's eyes were red with regret. "Come back to me!" But my new groom wrapped his arm around my waist, and chuckled dismissively, "Get the hell out of here! She's mine now."
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