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"We have arrived, Miss."
"Mrs., sir," I corrected the driver, although I was not particularly thrilled about the new title, but it's the reality now.
Before me, stood my newfound home, complete with a husband. I cannot deny that it resembled a captivating castle. The dry flowers hanging on its walls, the grandeur of the wooden entrance, and the rugged stone pathway – all depicted a charming abode. This dwelling must surpass a century in age, if not more. What kind of individual could call this place home? Secluded from the outside world, ensconced in isolation. Undeniably, it emanated a sense of foreboding. This is no dwelling fit for a graceful and noble princess. It contradicts the narrative. I am that charming queen, and I must not remain here.The closer I got, the more wrong it felt.
The loneliest sounds ever, I mean, owls singing and my luggage's wheels struggling to roll on the stones that haven't been cleaned in ages.
Is someone really living here?
The driver looked disturbed. I can't blame him.
He escorted me to the door, collected his money, and left.
I can't describe how nervous I feel.
My stomach hurts and my eyes feel heavy. I hope I don't faint right now. I will be fed to the wolves.
And I must give the best first impression to this man I don't know.
I struck the old and rusty lion knocker.
I am almost throwing up my breakfast.
I need to relax.
I combed my golden hair with my thin fingers.
I have to look good.
I took a peek at my pink dress. It looked fine. I am fine, I am...
The door cracked and opened slowly. As if it wasn't expecting me at all.
God, I hope I am in the wrong house.
An old woman peeked her head out.
"May I help you?", she said with a lazy raspy voice.
"Good morning, I am Mr. Malloid's daughter, Sophia."
"Oh... the master's wife... Come in.", she opened a little more for me to go in. She hurry and helped me with my luggage.
"There's no need to, thank you.", I said looking around but it was just too dark.
"Please let me do it."
I shyly smiled and let her do it. It wasn't much after all.
"Please excuse the lack of light, Mr. Arthur doesn't like brightness.", she said guiding me through the house.
"Huh? Why?"
"Because it's too bright..."
She answered as if it was the most obvious thing to ask.
Was it really?
I felt like I was going to hit something at any moment because I couldn't see very well. I couldn't hear anything either, just the lady's footsteps and the faint sound of birds outside. This earthy smell of the house was just making it worse. What is this place?
She stopped walking and I heard her shake what sounded like a box of matches.
I saw her face for a brief moment when she lighted the match. She carefully moved it away and lighted a candle that was on a counter table That I had ignored until that moment.
"We will leave your things here for now. Follow me."
I nodded and rapidly said "Yes!" because she couldn't see if I was nodding and I didn't want to sound rude.
We walked until she reached a door and opened it without making too much noise. We entered and kept walking.
All the windows in the house had paper or fabric on them.
This was just getting weirder and weirder.
But I was worried about other things like: How am I supposed to live in these conditions?
"We are here.", she said.
"Where are we?", I whispered for some reason.
"The Master's room."
My heart stopped.
What!? No, no, I'm not ready! I haven't rehearsed! What am I going to say? Ah!!
She opened the door and whispered
"Wait here." And she entered, shutting the door on my face.
Ah, this gives me mode anxiety! What is she doing! Why is this all so mysterious?
About ten seconds later she opened and grabbed my hand quickly, dragging me inside.
I held my scream in (that was sudden), and tried my best to not look scared.
She dragged me to a place I couldn't see and made me sit down on what felt like a sofa.
She didn't say anything and left.
I suddenly felt like my breathing was way too loud.
And I didn't know when he was going to come.
I waited patiently for maybe five minutes.
I sighed and stood up searching for the door stomping with things on the way.
I finally reached it but couldn't find how to open it.
I finally decided to speak.
"U... Uh... M-Miss?", I said trembling.
But no one answered.
Everything is wrong here... This doesn't feel right... I am too scared I can't see a thing.
"Who is there?", a soft male voice said.
I felt a chill on my spine.
I froze.
"Mrs. Chloe?", he asked again.
What are you doing?! Talk!
"Uhm... Mr. Arthur?", I said not moving. I didn't know where the voice came from.
He didn't say anything.
"Who are you?", he said with a deeper voice.
I am going to faint. I'm too scared of this man! Of this house! Of that lady!
"I'm Mr. Malloid's daughter, my name is Sophia."
He took a pause and then said.
"Why are you inside my bedroom, Ms. Malloid?"
"I... I don't know."
He didn't reply.
Awkward!
"I... A lady... She told me to follow her. She dragged me inside this room. I thought I was in a waiting room, and was, was waiting for Mr. Arthur but he was taking too long, and I...",
I was scared of the dark.
I can't say that. I might offend him.
"I understand."
"I'm very sorry, I didn't know-"
The lights were turned on.
I flinched and closed my eyes.
I opened them again slowly to get my eyes used to them.
The first thing I noticed was the black and red rug covering the floor.
I slowly lifted my hand and saw a huge bed Covered with matte black fabric, like the curtains of the bed.
"Please don't stare.", he said.
I widened my eyes shocked and looked to the wall.
So he is inside that fort...
I couldn't see him anyway, but it seems like he can see me.
My... This is so weird...
"Take a seat, Ms."
I looked for a place to sit and found a couch that was facing the bed.
I sat and looked to the floor. He didn't want me to look his way. And I must behave.
So I was sitting here... Was he looking at me? No. It was too dark. But he must've heard me.
I don't know what's going on.
"Your name is Sophia?"
"Yes, Mr."
I heard how he was scattering paper.
What is he doing?
"Your father is ... Jack Malloid?"
"Yes."
"He sent you here?"
"Yes."
"... Against your will?"
Yes.
"No. It was my own choice and will."
He paused for a long time and then talked.
"You came here to be my wife, is that right?"
"Yes.", I answered.
He took a pause and said:
"I'll call you by your last name since we don't know each other enough to call us by our names."
"I'm fine with whatever you think is fine, Mr. Arthur.", I replied.
He quieted down.
... I feel uneasy with these long pauses... I feel like he is staring at me.
"Mrs. Arthur, how old are you?"
Ouii Mrs. Arthur?, I blushed. I have to get used to that name... That's my name now.
(18+ rated. Contains sex scenes) Alicia Anderson, a regular waitress at Douglas Diner, leads a pretty normal life where romance isn't exactly knocking on her door. Troy Nulec, the hotshot billionaire who's a hit with everyone, especially the ladies, happens to be a frequent customer at the diner. Things get interesting when Troy springs a marriage proposal on Alicia that she never saw coming. As the everyday and the extraordinary collide, Alicia finds herself grappling with a proposal that shakes up her ideas about love, life, and the unexpected surprises waiting for her at the diner.
(This book has sex scenes, 18+ only)Nobody wants to jump into a relationship right after a breakup, do they? Lauren Jones, a self-proclaimed love enthusiast, parts ways with her boyfriend because of SEX. Less than a week later, she crosses paths with Brian Trevor, a charismatic retired Marine. Lauren is cautious about rushing into a new romance, but when she meets Brian, a rugged ex-Marine with a body like a demigod and a canvas of tattoos, her defences crumble. Brian, bearing the scars of his ugly past, is focused on launching his new venture. Love wasn't on his agenda until Lauren enters the picture. She's everything he ever wanted, but all she was willing to give was just her body not her HEART, not knowing that's all he needs to get to heart.
This is an intense High school romance where Photography student, Charlotte Ken thought her internship with the Michigan Bisons ice hockey team would be all about capturing the game, and from the sidelines, cheering her twin brother who is on the team. What she didn't anticipate was the team's charismatic captain, William Malvin, a rumored NHL first draft pick and a true game-changer. With his dazzling smile, sparkling green eyes, and magnetic personality, William transforms Charlotte's internship into a life-altering experience filled with love, friendship and surprises. Charlotte and William didn't set out to find love on the ice, but sometimes love has its own way of melting the Ice.
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.
I received a pornographic video. "Do you like this?" The man speaking in the video is my husband, Mark, whom I haven't seen for several months. He is naked, his shirt and pants scattered on the ground, thrusting forcefully on a woman whose face I can't see, her plump and round breasts bouncing vigorously. I can clearly hear the slapping sounds in the video, mixed with lustful moans and grunts. "Yes, yes, fuck me hard, baby," the woman screams ecstatically in response. "You naughty girl!" Mark stands up and flips her over, slapping her buttocks as he speaks. "Stick your ass up!" The woman giggles, turns around, sways her buttocks, and kneels on the bed. I feel like someone has poured a bucket of ice water on my head. It's bad enough that my husband is having an affair, but what's worse is that the other woman is my own sister, Bella. ************************************************************************************************************************ “I want to get a divorce, Mark,” I repeated myself in case he didn't hear me the first time—even though I knew he'd heard me clearly. He stared at me with a frown before answering coldly, "It's not up to you! I'm very busy, don't waste my time with such boring topics, or try to attract my attention!" The last thing I was going to do was argue or bicker with him. "I will have the lawyer send you the divorce agreement," was all I said, as calmly as I could muster. He didn't even say another word after that and just went through the door he'd been standing in front of, slamming it harshly behind him. My eyes lingered on the knob of the door a bit absentmindedly before I pulled the wedding ring off my finger and placed it on the table. I grabbed my suitcase, which I'd already had my things packed in and headed out of the house.
In order to fulfill her grandfather's last wish, Stella entered into a hasty marriage with an ordinary man she had never met before. However, even after becoming husband and wife on paper, they each led separate lives, barely crossing paths. A year later, Stella returned to Seamarsh City, hoping to finally meet her mysterious husband. To her astonishment, he sent her a text message, unexpectedly pleading for a divorce without ever having met her in person. Gritting her teeth, Stella replied, "So be it. Let’s get a divorce!" Following that, Stella made a bold move and joined the Prosperity Group, where she became a public relations officer that worked directly for the company’s CEO, Matthew. The handsome and enigmatic CEO was already bound in matrimony, and was known to be unwaveringly devoted to his wife in private. Unbeknownst to Stella, her mysterious husband was actually her boss, in his alternate identity! Determined to focus on her career, Stella deliberately kept her distance from the CEO, although she couldn't help but notice his deliberate attempts to get close to her. As time went on, her elusive husband had a change of heart. He suddenly refused to proceed with the divorce. When would his alternate identity be uncovered? Amidst a tumultuous blend of deception and profound love, what destiny awaited them?
After three loveless years, Neil's betrayal deeply wounded Katelyn. She wasted no time in getting rid of that scoundrel! After the divorce, she devoted herself to career pursuits. Rising to prominence as a top designer, skilled doctor, and brilliant hacker, she became a revered icon. Neil, realizing his grave mistake, tried in vain to win her back, only to witness her magnificent wedding to another. As their vows were broadcast on the world's largest billboard, Vincent slid a ring onto Katelyn's finger and declared, "Katelyn is now my wife, a priceless treasure. Let all who covet her beware!"
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!"
"Ms. Crawford, it’s time for you to divorce Mr. Larsen and come home. You're the only heiress the Master's waiting for.” ~•~ For the sake of love, Amara accepted the arranged marriage with Tobias William Larsen. She did everything to gain her husband’s heart but when his old love returned, she realized that all her effort was all for naught. Tobias demanded a divorce on the night of their wedding anniversary, even at the price of threatening her. Heartbroken, she finally dropped all her illusions about him and returned home to be the heiress. The next time she met Tobias, they were no longer couples but opponents. "Mr. Larsen, should I remind you again? We've divorced." "Amara, that's the stupidest mistake I've ever made. Please come back to me."