She's Sia Jenkins He's Alexander Luis-Diaz She's a failed junior reporter. He's a real estate multi-billionaire. She's the accidental one night stand he can't seem to get out of his head. He's the beautiful mistake she made that faithful night. What happens when a scandal breaks out and he's forced to introduce her to the world as his fiancé? How did a failed junior reporter become the contracted finance of a multi-billionaire? Because they found something together; LUST.
Sia Jenkin
I sat at the bar, surrounded by the pulsing music and the dimly lit club. It was one of those nights when SheVil Broadcasting Company organized casual hangouts. While my colleagues were enjoying themselves in the VIP lounge, I decided to have a drink at the bar instead. I didn't want to be around them, or at the club at all, for that matter.
I didn't have anything against clubs, but I was afraid of running into my ex, Jaxon Campbell. It had been a month since I broke up with him after catching him in bed with my cousin, Tessa. It had been a difficult time for me, and I had to go into therapy for two weeks. Free therapy was the only perk of being a junior reporter at SheVil.
The company was not great. The employees were underpaid, and hardworking ones like me never got a salary raise. Since I couldn't afford therapy, I took advantage of the free sessions provided by the company.
I hated that Jaxon cheated on me with my cousin, Tessa. It wasn't just the cheating, but the reason behind it. Did he no longer find me attractive after three years together? The thought was overwhelming. Thankfully, I was out of therapy now.
As I sat at the bar, I waited for the bartender to be free, then slipped her a ten.
"Something to drink? It's on the house," she said.
"How about a dirty martini?" I asked.
"Not a problem," the bartender replied, mixing the drink and handing it to me. I gave her another ten and took the glass. As I sipped the martini, the vodka with a tinge of sweetness from vermouth burned a fiery trail from my mouth to my gut. The drink left a refreshing aftertaste.
I dropped the glass, smiled at the bartender, and got on my feet, adjusting my red dress that stopped mid-thigh with spaghetti straps and heels.
As I grabbed my bag, I felt my phone vibrate. I took it out and saw a message in the company's group chat from the head of the department.
"I hope everyone got home safely? Be sure to go to bed early. Good night, team members."
I rolled my eyes in exasperation. How could everyone have already left without me? It wasn't the first time; people always seemed to forget me. It was as if I was invisible and didn't exist.
I got used to it as I grew up. I didn't have both parents; they died in a car accident when I was just three. I didn't have any siblings either, except for my adopted sister, Zoya, who left three years ago to be the mistress of a rich old man.
I had never blamed Zoya for leaving everything behind and running away; she had her own life and needs.
I exhaled as I clutched my phone tightly in my hand and made my way towards the exit. My phone beeped again, and I let out a dramatic gasp. I thought the HOD asked us to go to bed early, so why was she sending another text to the group again?
I held my phone up to my face to see what the text was about, but I realized it wasn't a group text. It was from my landlord.
"I think I've helped you enough. Your rent is three months overdue, and I've been trying to understand you. If I don't get the payment by the end of the month, you'll have to move out."
Could this night get any worse? How was I supposed to get the money for the rent before the end of the month? I was already swimming in debts after I used all my savings to get Jaxon out of jail three months ago when he was accused of stealing from his rich boss. I still woke up every day regretting that horrible decision I made.
I took a deep breath and tried to control the tears from spilling. "You're over him, Sia. Do not cry," I reassured myself.
I walked back to the bar and slipped the bartender a ten again. "Four shots of tequila," I said as I took a seat again. As long as I could drink, I felt numb, and numb was good; numb didn't hurt.
After taking a few shots, I felt a lot freer than I thought I'd get. I felt like I had no care in the world. I had forgotten my problems; the fact that I was probably going to be homeless in a few days, the fact that I had an underpaid job and would probably never be able to get a decent place to live again, the fact that I was drowning in debts and had no idea how I was going to clear them.
But right now, I wasn't bothered. I slowly stood up and moved to the dance floor. The music moved me like puppets on strings, my head mashing so hard that my brain was in shut-down mode.
There was so much sweat on my skin, and not all of it was mine because I found myself moving from one dance partner to another. My legs suddenly turned to jelly, and my palms became sweaty. I felt my face turn purple as a chill of unease ran down my spine and settled in my stomach. Oh my God, I was definitely going to throw up.
I hurried out of the club room into the hallway and ended up in a quiet suite in the VIP lounge. I quickly found the bathroom, lifted the lid, crouched down on my knees, and threw up.
Afterward, I slowly stood up and washed my face in the sink. I stepped back into the quiet suite. It was crazy of me to rush into someone's private space to throw up. The suite was spacious and had an open archway that connected the small living room to the bedroom.
A minibar, a couch, an armchair, an ottoman, and a coffee table occupied the living room side. A vase full of freshly cut white lilies filled the air with a heady perfume. How could such a big suite exist in this club? Some people were just so lucky.
Feeling exceptionally bold-or maybe more drunk than I should be-I staggered to the minibar and poured myself a drink. Might as well enjoy the luxury while I was here.
After two shots, I made my way out of the suite into the dimly lit hall and bumped into someone. Exasperated, I looked up into the face of the most attractive man I had ever seen. Obsidian hair, jade-green dreamy eyes, perfectly chiseled cheekbones, and designer stubble.
He was at least a head taller than me, his broad shoulders impossibly wide. Unlike the other men at the club, he was wearing a black suit, cut to show off his trim waist. He had a devil-may-care grin that framed his handsome features.
"Are you the girl Chizzy sent?" Mr. Dreamy Eyes asked slowly, leaning against the wall.
Despite the coldness of the tone, there was a dark edge to it that put my lady parts on edge. In a very good but slightly inappropriate way.
I still wasn't sure who Chizzy was or who sent who. Standing still and confused, he staggered to where I was standing and suddenly smiled at me.
"You just came out of my suite. I guess you're the one Chizzy sent," Mr. Dreamy Eyes said again.
"Yes," I found myself saying.
My gaze flickered from him to the floor. Then I stared into his lustful eyes down to his lips. They were lush with a perfect Cupid bow. I tried not to moan, but hell, I did, and he heard. There was no way I was going to leave without tasting those lips. And a one-night stand if I had the chance.
My life was already fucked up, so why not fuck it up even more?
"You were just a tool, Imogene." Her heart stopped. "And I was foolish enough to believe you cared." *** Imogene Scott had always known her place-by Damien Shaw's side, even when his love was a distant dream. Marrying her only because of an unexpected pregnancy, Damien's affection never blossomed. Instead, her devotion turned him from a mere sales manager into the billionaire CEO of IMU, one of Europe's most powerful tech empires. But her sacrifices weren't enough. After losing their baby, Damien's coldness deepened, sealing their marriage with an unspoken "no meddling" rule. Imogene's reward? Watching Damien parade countless mistresses, all while she buried her own dreams to fuel his. She believed, naively, that one day he'd see her worth. But when he fell in love with her stepsister and served her with divorce papers, Imogene's world shattered. Realizing she was nothing more than a pawn in Damien's game, she vanished-pregnant and determined to protect her unborn child. Three years later, Imogene returns, not as the broken woman who fled but as a renowned artist and mother to their two-year-old daughter. Now, Damien realizes what he's lost and wants her back. But this time, Imogene is ready to fight, and she's not making the same mistake twice.
Teasingly, his fingers slides out of my entrance and I can feel that pulse between my legs. The pulse that comes with the endless need for him to be inside of me. His eyes on mine, he sucks on his fingers and gives me a masculine smile of satisfaction. I sag against the wall breathlessly. Then he grabs my body, hugging me to him as I try to catch my breath. "You see, Peaches." he whispers to my ear, his breath hot on my neck. "You love the things I do to you." --- All her life, Peach Salinger has always played by the rules. She's 23 and graduating college in a few months. She also just landed an internship with Acker Investments which can secure her a permanent job after graduation. But she's determined to get some sexual experiences before stepping into the professional world. In a bid to loose her virginity before she graduates, she hooks up with a hot stranger from a dating app. But that hot stranger turns out to be her new boss, Rhys Van Acker. An arrogant multi-billionaire who's nine years older than her. They both clash at first but Rhys cannot deny the mutual sexual tension between them. Rhys Van Acker wants Peach Salinger in his bed again, but Peach is determined not to succumb to the temptation. But how long can she be able to control herself when all she can think about is the one night stand she had with the older man?
Ryder grabbed Regina's chin firmly, his fingers curling around her jaw as he pulled her closer, his eyes burning into hers. He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, "You belong to me, Bunny. Every inch of you. No one else gets to touch you, to claim you like I do. You're mine to control, to possess." ***** In a shocking turn of events, Regina Flynn, a young and talented fashion designer, agrees to a marriage of convenience with Ryder Steele, the ruthless businessman responsible for her family's downfall and her father's tragic death. Regina seeks to expose Ryder's corrupt empire and bring him to justice. But unknown to her, Ryder is more than he presents himself to be. He's a possessive man who likes to be in control. He also has an ulterior motive for the marriage - to acquire a property worth millions, that's secretly in Regina's name. As they engage in a dangerous game of cat and mouse, a passionate night together leads to an unexpected pregnancy, further complicating the situation. Regina is about to find out soon that Ryder's true nature can be more complex, darker, and more intriguing that she has ever imagined.
When Jenna Brooks's family goes bankrupt, she's forced to move in with the Declan family in Houston for her senior year. Getting to Houston, Jenna quickly realizes that things have changed since she last saw them. The Declan brothers, once innocent little boys, now have now grown up to be hot and attractive guys. What Jenna doesn’t know is that, her life is about to be changed. She is soon thrown into the world of heartbreak, boy kisses, make outs and school scandals. But will Jenna make it through senior year without losing herself in the chaos? Jenna's life is about to be forever changed, and the choices she makes will determine her fate. Prepare yourself for a journey filled with unexpected twists, as Jenna discovers just how far she's willing to go to find her place amidst the chaos.
"Did you think you could just leave like that after getting married to me?" Blaine Sinclair's voice cut through the air, freezing the room. Yazmin's heart raced as his gaze locked onto her. "We are married, Yazmin, and you cannot walk out of this marriage unless I let you." … In the glistering world of the affluent, celebrity wedding planner, Yazmin Collymore is used to orchestrating love stories that shimmer like diamonds. When she gets her biggest clients ever, one that could change her life for the better, she is determined to make the wedding a success and find her place in the world. But when an ill-timed advice leads to the bride eloping with someone else hours before the wedding, Yazmin sees all her career goals turning to dust. Determined to salvage her reputation and not ruin the wedding, Yazmin takes on a daring alternative. Posing as the bride, she steps into a marriage of convenience with Blaine Sinclair, a cold, heartless and ridiculously hot billionaire mogul who is only getting married because of a merger. What was meant to be a facade, becomes a trap when Blaine refuses to let Yazmin off the hook. He askes her to remain his wife for a year so he can be able to secure his company merger with his grandfather’s, or jeopardize her career and future by revealing the truth about her. As their tangled lives intersect, the glamour of wealth and the weight of duty collide. In "The Billionaire’s Trapped Wife," bonds form, secrets unfold, and love's unexpected journey reveals that, in the world of the affluent, true connections are the ultimate treasure.
She doesn't remember getting married. Why? Sophia went to Las Vegas only to drink her pain away. Little did she imagine, she would end up becoming someone's wife. But who’s the lucky guy? Who knows? Even she doesn't remember. She was fucking intoxicated! All she has is a marriage contract with an expiry date and a bank balance big enough to pop her eyes out. Contractual terms: 1. Do not marry anyone else unless I permit you. 2. Try not to whore around. Your mother-in-law wouldn't be happy. 3. If I request a live-in relationship. You have to comply. 4. Sex is optional. 5. Contract Termination? Sorry Honey... In my family, couples don’t divorce. PS: I was kidding. Let's catch-up after three years to end this shit and get more money. If there are rules against having sex while drunk, there should be rules against getting married while drunk too. Because THIS isn't fair!
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 secretive years of marriage, Eliana never met her enigmatic husband until she was served with divorce papers and learned of his extravagant pursuit of another. She snapped back to reality and secured a divorce. Thereafter, Eliana unveiled her various personas: an esteemed doctor, legendary secret agent, master hacker, celebrated designer, adept race car driver, and distinguished scientist. As her diverse talents became known, her ex-husband was consumed by remorse. Desperately, he pleaded, "Eliana, give me another chance! All my properties, even my life, are yours."
"Love is blind!" Lucinda abandoned her beautiful and comfortable life because of a man. She married him and slaved off for him for three long years. One day, the scales finally fell off her eyes. She realized that all her efforts were in vain. Her husband, Nathaniel still treated her like shit. All he cared about was his lover. "Enough is enough! I quit wasting my years with an ungrateful man!" Lucinda's heart was shattered into many pieces, but she summoned up the courage to ask for a divorce. The news caused a stir online! A filthy rich young woman recently got divorced? She was a good catch! Countless CEOs and handsome young men immediately swarmed to her like bees to honey! Nathaniel couldn't take it anymore. He held a press conference and begged with teary eyes, "I love you, Lucinda. I can't live without you. Please come back to me." Would Lucinda give him a second chance? Read to find out!
Ava Adler was a nerdy omega. People bullied her because they thought she was ugly and unattractive. But Ava secretly loved the bad boy, Ian Dawson. He was the future Alpha of the Mystic Shadow Pack. However, he never gave a damn about rules and laws, as he only liked to play around with girls. Ava was unaware of Ian's arrogance until her fate intertwined with his. He neglected her and hurt her deeply. What would happen when Ava turned out to be a beautiful girl who could win over any boy, and Ian looked back and regretted his decisions? What if she had a secret identity that she had yet to discover? What if the tables turned and Ian begged her not to leave him?