In "Wynne's Wish," Wynne Sommers finds herself at a crossroads in life with no job, no money, and no place to live. Desperate for a solution, she comes across an advertisement for the Cinderella Ball, a chance for her to find a husband by the end of the month. Against her friend Laura's protests, Wynne decides to take a leap of faith and marry a complete stranger. With determination and a belief in the power of fairy tales, Wynne sets out on a journey to find her knight in shining armor. But will this unconventional approach lead her to true love or bring a whole new set of challenges into her life? Find out in this heartwarming and enchanting romantic tale.
Isabella Rosewood sat on the floor of her apartment and cupped her chin, her pale brows
drawn together in thought. "Do you know what I really need, Sophia?"
Her friend snorted, folding clothes into a large moving box. "Sure I know. You
need to have your head examined if you still intend to go through with this ridiculous
idea."
"No...What I really need is a knight in shining armor. A protector."
Sophia shoved the box to one side and glared. "Oh, for crying out loud! Why don't
you just wish for Perfect Match, a beautiful palace and a million dollars while you're at it? It's
just as realistic." She threw up her hands in despair. "Listen to me talking about realism,
and to you of all people. A woman planning to marry a complete stranger wouldn't
recognize reality if it bit her on the-"
"Yes?" Isabella questioned, amusement clear in her voice. "Bit me where?"
"Oh, forget it," Sophia muttered. "Why do I bother?"
Isabella smiled, not in the least offended by her friend's bluntness. "Because you
care. And in case you've forgotten, I know all about reality and being realistic. It hasn't
worked for me, which is why I'm willing to give the alternative a try."
"I know," Sophia said, contritely. "But to marry a complete stranger-"
"My point exactly. Since I am going to marry a complete stranger, why not pick
one with all the qualities I need?"
"Because it's crazy. It's just asking for trouble." Sophia's gaze grew concerned.
"Please, don't do this. There has to be another solution."
"You know there isn't," Isabella said with calm finality. "I've lost my job, my
apartment and I'm out of money. This is the only option left. It'll work out, you'll see."
Sophia frowned. "What do you mean you're out of money?" she demanded. "What
happened to your savings?"
"I spent every last penny on my ticket to the gala. I had to. It was the only way to
find a husband by the end of the month."
A long silence stretched between them. Isabella Rosewood knew she'd upset her friend, but
she had no choice. From the moment she'd found out about the enchanted gala, she'd
known it was the answer to her prayers. It had been a fluke that she'd seen the
advertisement at all-a newspaper left at the restaurant where she'd worked, a gust of
wind from an open doorway, pages of newsprint blowing to the floor and...And there it
was. A small, elegant ad that had caught her eye and offered a chance of a lifetime.
The enchanted gala, it had read. Find romance. Find your Perfect Match. Find
the woman of your dreams. The enchanted gala offers the opportunity for immediate
matrimony. Come to the gala single and leave happily wed. And it had given a phone
number, a number she'd called that very night. A ticket to the gala had been exorbitant,the application form detailed and thorough. But she'd apparently passed whatever
investigative process they required and been accepted as a guest to the gala.
Unable to resist, Isabella crossed to the scarred dining table at the far end of the
room and stared down at the thick gold-embossed envelope she'd placed on her best
remaining china plate. It had arrived earlier that day, hand-delivered by a liveried
messenger along with a card that read, "The Montagues wish you joy and success as
you embark on your search for matrimonial happiness." Taking a deep breath, she
opened the envelope again, removing the white velvet pouch inside.
Reverently she ran a callused fingertip over the pouch, then slid the surprisingly
heavy gilt "ticket" from its nest. The metallic wafer caught the light from the overhead
bulb and shimmered as though alive, flooding the drab room with a brilliant, golden
promise. She'd done the right thing, she assured herself, made, the only possible
decision. Just holding the engraved ticket filled her with that certainty.
Sophia came to stand behind her. "I'm sorry, Isabella," she said. "I didn't mean to
criticize. It's just...I worry about you. You don't always see people the way they really
are, and I'm afraid one of these days someone will take advantage of you."
'I suppose that gives me even more incentive to tie the knot. With a husband by my side, he can ensure that such a situation never occurs."
"What if he manipulates you for his own gain?"
Isabella laughed. "I wouldn't settle for a man like that. That's precisely why I'm eager to attend the Enchanted Gala. The man I encounter there will be remarkable." She smiled with dreamy certainty.
"He'll be good and kind, patient and loving. Strong. Fair."
"Yeah, right. A knight in shining armor. A protector."
A small frown creased Isabella's brow. "I know women aren't supposed to need
protection. They're not even supposed to want it anymore. Do you think he'll mind? It
won't be for long. Just until Mrs. Harper is taken care of."
"You aren't going to tell him, are you?" Sophia Kensington demanded bluntly. "Not
everything?"
"It's only fair."
Sophia planted her hands on Isabella's shoulders and turned her around. "Listen, my
friend. I'll go along with this crazy scheme, I'll even help in any way I can. But there's
one condition."
"Only one?" Isabella teased.
"Just one. You aren't to tell him the truth until after you're married."
"But-"
"Look what happened when Caleb found out. He ended your engagement."
Isabella grimaced. "He obviously wasn't the man I thought he was."
"Nor was Julian. Nor was Lucas. The minute they found out, they both dumped
you, too."
"All that means is that knights are in scarce supply these days," Isabella insisted.
"My point exactly. So if you take my advice, you'll pick out your knight, wed him,
bed him, then tell him the truth. That way he won't have any choice but to help you."
Reluctantly Isabella shook her head. "I can't lie, Sophia. You know I can't."
"Fine. Just don't give him all the details. Be vague." Sophia glared. "You can be
vague, I know you can. I've seen you do it often enough."
Isabella peeked up at her friend. "I believe that's thoughtful, not vague," she
offered.
"Trust me. I know vague when I see it and you're vague."
"Okay, but I can't lie."
"I'm not asking you to lie. Just be selective in what you tell him. I'm not joking,
Isabella. I want your promise. I know how seriously you take promises. Swear to me that
you'll keep your mouth shut until the ring's on your finger."
Isabella frowned, hesitant to commit to something so contrary to her nature. "I
promise I won't tell him until after we're married...unless he asks." She lifted an
eyebrow. "Is that good enough?"
"I guess it'll have to do." Sophia sighed. "Let's just hope he's so enthralled by big
green eyes and white-blond hair he doesn't think to ask too many questions."
"It'll work out, you'll see," Isabella consoled. "Why, with any luck at all, he'll be
vague, too."
Deep within the majestic surroundings of the Grand Canyon, nestled amidst untamed beauty, resides a wealthy and reclusive billionaire. Jeffrey Benson, a man of unparalleled riches and power, finds solace in his luxurious retreat. With a multi-billion-dollar empire instantly at his command and mistresses whisked away at his beck and call, he commands an air of dominance and authority. No one crosses the formidable Jeffrey, as he has become disillusioned by the deceptive and perilous nature of women he's encountered in the past. Enter Bethany Sinclair, a young and innocent soul, reminiscent of a delicate English rose. Driven by the desperate need to save her fledgling business, she ventures into Jeffrey's grand lair, seeking his support. However, Bethany's fate hangs by a thread, with a mere ten minutes to convince the ruthless billionaire to extend his aid. Within these fleeting moments, Bethany must navigate a life-altering decision, one that could shape her destiny indelibly. She can choose to depart, succumbing to defeat and allowing her debts to consume her ambitions. Alternatively, she can embrace the audacious gamble, brave enough to step into Jeffrey's opulent world and settle her debts in the depths of his embrace. The stage is set for a captivating dance of power, desire, and unforeseen consequences. As Bethany and Jeffrey collide in a perilous game, the undeniable pull of their mutual attraction becomes irresistible. Yet, can they navigate the treacherous paths of their own pasts and find solace in each other's arms? Will their arrangement be a fleeting respite or ignite an unquenchable flame?
Quinlan, a restless and determined individual, finds himself at odds with his mother's constant lectures on being a role model. Faced with the impending arrival of his mom, he swiftly takes action, locking his bedroom door in an attempt to buy himself some time. As his mother's voice echoes outside, Quinlan contemplates the possibility of moving out and becoming roommates with his best friend, Teagan. Despite Teagan's persistent rejections, Quinlan remains confident in his ability to sway her. Just as he contemplates his next move, his mom's voice cuts through the barrier, mentioning a conversation about his younger brother, Jersey. Though Quinlan feels the weight of responsibility to set an example for his brother, frustration tinges his response, emphasizing his preoccupation with more immediate concerns such as homework.
Madisyn was stunned to discover that she was not her parents' biological child. Due to the real daughter's scheming, she was kicked out and became a laughingstock. Thought to be born to peasants, Madisyn was shocked to find that her real father was the richest man in the city, and her brothers were renowned figures in their respective fields. They showered her with love, only to learn that Madisyn had a thriving business of her own. "Stop pestering me!" said her ex-boyfriend. "My heart only belongs to Jenna." "How dare you think that my woman has feelings for you?" claimed a mysterious bigwig.
June Rivera was divorced by her husband after three years of marriage because he wanted to be with her sister who was pregnant for him. Kicked to the curb with a divorce and rejected by her parents,she struggles to make ends meet and get a job until she saves Luis Ambrose from an accident - the only child of Rafael Ambrose, a widowed man and the CEO of Ambrose Corporation. When little Luis asks to have her as a nanny, and Rafael's mother pressures him to get married, they draw a contract. To be Luis's nanny and his fake wife for one year in exchange for 50 million dollars!
Julia and Evan were the perfect couple-or so she thought. But everything changed when Evan abruptly ended their relationship, leaving her heartbroken and unable to tell him she was carrying his child. Years later, Julia has built a life for herself and her son, Andy, while Evan has risen to unimaginable wealth and success. Their paths cross again at a chance meeting, but Julia soon discovers Evan has moved on with someone else. Julia is done with the pain. She's fought battles alone, raising a son who deserves the truth about his father, even if Evan doesn't deserve her forgiveness. When Julia told Evan years ago she had something to say, he didn't listen. Now, it's time for him to listen. But is it too late to reclaim what he lost? "We should break up," he'd said, the words cutting through her like glass. The pregnancy test in her pocket stayed hidden, just like the child they would never share. Now, it's Evan's turn to hear the truth-and to face his deepest regret.
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!"
“Do I want a taste?” his voice deeper than he had ever spoken. His eyes pinned on me like I was the only thing that fascinated him. “What do I do?” I thought to myself as he moved closer to me, I wanted to run away, to resist him but I was pinned to the wall by him. “Gosh I hate this man so much” his scent, his body, his beautiful green eyes, he was driving me crazy. I know this is wrong, he has a fiancee and all but that makes me want him even more. “Get on the bed and spread your legs” his cold voice woke me up and then I remembered I was just a maid to him. “Yes master”.
Bailey seems to be never destined to fit in, a little geeky, but under it all, a hidden beauty that so many seem to miss, but still not what her pack Alpha is looking for in a fated mate... so he is determined to reject her and make her life hell. Bailey, knowing her life will likely never be the same focuses on what she can control, her future, and heads off to study; becoming a teacher. Asher is the Beta of Autumn Valley Pack, a neighbouring pack. A broken man having suffered the loss of his mate after a rogue attack, Asher is slowly crumbling. Falling to pieces. A shadow of his former self, and not a man that anyone wants to be around anymore... Until, Autumn Valley Pack require a new teacher, and Bailey finds herself there and pushed together with the Beta. Is there a connection building or is that in their imaginations? And what will happen when Bailey's mate comes back to claim what is his?