Sarah was urged to marry Tom by her family and friends, who said he was a good man and would make a great husband. But she soon found out that he was not the man she had hoped he would be. He was childish and immature, and his family mocked and ridiculed her because of it. Sarah felt trapped in a marriage that was bringing her nothing but misery and humiliation. Could she find the strength to divorce him and start over, or would she continue to endure this unhappy situation? what happens when her in-law find interest in her, and vow to get her by all cause?
As i sat in the makeup room, I couldn't help but feel a sense of dread. Today is my wedding day, and as much as I want to be happy, I can't shake the feeling of unease in me. Rumors have been swirling about my fiance's family, and i can't help but wonder if they were true. My best friend, Amy, tried to reassure me that the rumors were just that - rumors. But I can't still shake the feeling that something isn't right.
And aside that, my stepmother seems excited about the whole thing, and it makes me wonder if this will go well with me, because she's never wanted me to see any good thing. I expected her to frown, be angry about the marriage plan, and even ask my father to let daughters marry the man instead, but nothing of that sort happened.
"Look Sarah, I know you're nervous, but try to relax. You haven't met Tom's family yet, so you don't know what they're really like. Just give them a chance, okay?" Amy said and entwined her hands with mine.
I heaved a deep sigh and turned to her. " I've heard you Amy, but what if they're awful people? What if I end up marrying into a terrible family?"
"I understand your concern, but don't let your imagination run wild. You don't know these people, so try to keep an open mind."
After our conversation, Amy helped me out of the makeup chair and straightened my dress, then hold my hand and led me out of the room. We walk down the hallway and into the church, where the ceremony was about to begin. The guests were already seated, and i felt a rush of nerves as i walk down the aisle. I took a deep breath and smiled at my friend, who gave me a reassuring nod. This is my moment, and I am determined to make the best of it.
The hall was beautifully decorated, everything was magnificent. My stepmother had definitely made sure that event was according the taste of the Williams family
The Williams family were one of the wealthiest family. I would have been glad that I was marrying into such a family, but the family has terrible reputation , they were known to be cold hearted, mean, bad, etc. And one thing I know is that my step mom will never marry me into a place where I'll be happy.
Soon I was at the alter , my friend left me and went to the congregation.
As the ceremony began, i stood next to my fiance and faced the officiant. He began to read the traditional wedding vows, and I felt a flutter of nervousness in my stomach, all of a sudden. I took a deep breath again and look at the man I'm getting married to, and he suddenly stared back at me with a look of adoration in his eyes.
"Do you take Tom Williams to be your lawfully wedded husband?" the priest asked, his voice solemn.
I bit my lip, feeling the weight of his words. I glanced at my father, who's sitting beside my stepmother, his face unreadable. My stepmother glared at me, her eyes cold and hard.
"Yes," I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm.
The priest turned to Tom. He was undoubtedly handsome, with piercing blue eyes, thin lips, and a tall, muscular frame. But despite his looks, I still didn't want to marry him. I was being forced into a loveless marriage, and it filled me with resentment.
"And do you take Sarah Kingsley to be your lawfully wedded wife?" the priest asked Tom.
I hold my breath, waiting for his response. A part of me hoped he would say "no," putting an end to this farce of a wedding. But another part of me hoped he would say "yes," despite how much I hated the idea of marrying him. My emotions were in turmoil, and I feel like I was at war with myself.
"Yes," he replied in a clear, resolute voice.
The priest beamed. "You may now kiss the bride."
Tom turned to face me, his expression suddenly somber. "No," he said, shaking his head. "I don't like to kiss girls, it's bad to do so, cause you don't know how horrible their mouth is."
My eyes widened and the wedding guests tittered. I feel like a laughingstock, and I want to sink into the floor and disappear, but I am trapped in this horrible, humiliating moment.
A chuckle escaped from my stepmother, and my heart sink. I feel mortified and exposed, as if the whole world is staring at me. I could feel my cheeks burning with embarrassment.
I raised an eyebrow in confusion as I turned to him again, trying to make sense of what is happening.
What is wrong with this man? Is he a lunatic? Or just a cruel prankster?
An elderly woman rushed to the altar and whispered something in his ear. He turned to face me, his expression unreadable.
I was filled with dread, unsure of what would happen next. Would he call off the wedding? Or was this some twisted joke?
I was growing more and more impatient with this ridiculous charade. It was a complete disgrace.
In a moment of frustration, I grabbed him and forced my lips against his.
Suddenly, I felt a strong force push me away from him. I stumbled backwards and landed hard on my backside, the thick fabric of my wedding gown cushioning my fall.
He had pushed me! I couldn't believe it. How could he do such a thing?
I wanted to stand up and give him a piece of my mind, but when I looked out at the congregation, I saw mocking smiles on their faces. I couldn't bear to stay there any longer, feeling so humiliated and ashamed.
At least only friends and family were there. I couldn't imagine how much worse it would have been if strangers had been watching.
I wanted to break down in tears, but I bit my lip and remained on the ground, feigning unconsciousness. I wished the ground would open up and swallow me whole, so I could escape this nightmare.
" You wanna know what's funny? You are funny! I mean, what are you doing here? Your husband didn't give you an instruction on where to step your foot in?" " Do I need that?" Diana asked. " Of course you do. Cause we won't hesitate to step on your toes, when we find you in our quarters." " I don't think you should address him as her husband. They've not done the marriage rite yet." " Oh really?" " So I heard." " Then how about we take her to bed, before that done?" " You don't wanna die young, do you?" Diana asked them, but they chuckled. " It would've happen a long time ago. But we are stronger than you think." He drew closer to her, and she shifted backward. " Don't be afraid, we won't be hard on you." He grabbed her arm, and pushed her closer to himself. " Let go of me, before I do something crazy. I'm sure, you know who I am." " That's what I want baby girl. We love crazy people. Right brothers?" He glanced at others. " Sure!" They raised their cup of drink and drop it back on the table, then got up as well. " Let go of me now!!!" Diana yelled angrily, but within, she's a bit scared. The way they looked, their body structures and all, showed that they could hurt her if they want. Diana is a modern day princess in every way except appearance. She is beautiful and graceful, but she is also spirited, outspoken, and unconventional. Her family and subjects questioned whether she is truly fit to be a royal, but her personality was undeniably magnetic. She is a force to be reckoned with, a modern day heroine who defied the expectations of society. Diana's stepmother and stepsisters saw her as a nuisance. She is too bold, too outspoken, and too unruly to be a proper princess. The king was at his wit's end with his daughter. In a last-ditch attempt to tame her, he arranged for her to marry a man known only as the Beast. Sebastian, as he was called, was a man shrouded in mystery and rumored to be as cold and cruel as his name suggested. He had a fearsome reputation, having been married twice before, both times ending in tragedy. The king was unfazed by the rumors, even as they whispered of murder and deceit. But Diana knew the stories were true. Diana couldn't help but feel a sense of unease at the prospect of marrying a man like Sebastian. Though she knew little about him, the rumors that surrounded him were troubling. She couldn't help but wonder what the future held for her. Would she find happiness with him, or would she be trapped in a marriage of misery? The uncertainty was both frightening and alluring. She couldn't help but feel a twinge of curiosity about this mysterious man. But then, what she never knew were the great enemies who await her. Will she survive this?
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.
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.
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.
Sara Mae Xavier is living every Omega's dream--she is the Alpha King's mate! That's until he betrays and rejects her. He also accuses her falsely, and she is sentenced to two years at the notorious North Academy, a campus made specifically for delinquent werewolves. She has no idea how she'll survive, being a weak Omega, but she soon realises that's the least of her problems. Her roommates are three Alphas, each with a notorious reputation of his own. But that's not the worst part...why on earth does she have a mate bond to all of them?
6 years ago, Lydia suffered a brutal betrayal orchestrated by her own husband and step-sister, who drugged her and framed her. In a twist of fate, she ended up having a one-night stand with a stranger. Don't even remember what he looked like. Later, in the throes of death, she discovered the truth about her mother's death all those years ago. In the blink of an eye, she lost everything. 6 years later, Lydia returned with her genius son, vowing to exact revenge on all her enemies! Little did she know, she encountered an incredibly familiar man at the airport! *** The man was briskly pushing open the door to the restroom, heading to the urinal. Even with such a mundane action, he did it with unparalleled elegance and grace. Lydia, following him in a daze, saw his fierce lower body and suddenly snapped back to reality. She let out a high-pitched scream, instinctively covering her eyes with her hands, her cheeks flushed, and stood there stiffly, unsure of what to do. Lambert furrowed his brows slightly but remained calm as he continued to relieve himself. The sound of water hitting the urinal made Lydia's face even redder. She angrily shouted, "You pervert!" Little did Lydia know that Lambert, seeing her in this state, had a flicker of recognition in his eyes. Memories from many years ago flashed through his mind, and his heart couldn't help but stir. It was her!
Life was perfect until she met her boyfriend's big brother. There was a forbidden law in the Night Shade Pack that if the head Alpha rejected his mate, he would be stripped of his position. Sophia's life would get connected with the law. She was an Omega who was dating the head Alpha's younger brother. Bryan Morrison, the head Alpha, was not only a cold-blooded man but also a charming business tycoon. His name was enough to cause other packs to tremble. He was known as a ruthless man. What if, by some twist of destiny, Sophia's path were to intertwine with his?