Isabella Sinclair, a thirty-two-year-old billionaire heiress, dislikes men and never intended to get married. However, her convictions were put to the test when she had a one-night stand affair with a strange guy, Liam Blackwood. Liam Blackwood, harboring a hidden identity as a werewolf and struggling with a rare personality disorder, possesses multiple wolf forms, each with distinct characters influencing his daily life. Bound by an ancient tradition that mandates marrying one's first intimate partner, Liam sets out to win the heart of the arrogant heiress who had stolen his virginity. In need of a husband to access her late parents' hidden wealth, The Grand Vault, Isabella found herself entangled in an unexpected fake marriage with Liam. Will Liam eventually succeed in winning the heart of this heiress? Let's dive into the romantic world of Isabella and Liam.
ISABELLA'S POV:
"Ma'am, there's a package from someone named Derrick Petals," Margret, my secretary, announced as she approached my desk, holding a big bouquet of roses and a wrapped medium-sized box. I tore my eyes away from my laptop and gave her a frustrated look. She knew how much I disliked men and their irritating gifts, but she kept accepting them.
"I guess you're tired of working here, Margret?" I scolded her.
"I'm sorry, Ma'am," she apologized, placing the wrapped box and bouquet on my large office desk before leaving. I shook my head in annoyance and returned to my work on the laptop.
As the only child of wealthy parents, I found managing their big business to be quite exhausting. It left me with very little time for my personal life, but luckily, today is a Friday, and I could use a break.
"Thank goodness!" I exclaimed as I checked my wristwatch, which showed it was already six o'clock. I quickly packed my bag and organized my desk to leave. Standing up, I grabbed the wrapped box and bouquet, then headed out of my office.
Leaving my company, which I had inherited from my late parents. My company was a grand establishment, occupying a large, modern building in the heart of the city. The exterior was sleek, a glass and steel structure that reflected the surrounding skyscrapers. Inside, the spacious lobby featured marble floors and a reception desk manned by our efficient staff.
My office, on one of the upper floors, was spacious and tastefully decorated. Large windows offered panoramic views of the city skyline. I spotted a large trash can outside the compound and I furiously tossed the unwanted gifts into it and hopped into my car, eager to leave the office behind.
I drove to my regular club, where I usually spent my weekends. Upon arrival, the loud music pounded my ears, making it hard to hear. I looked around the club. It was a spacious place with colorful lights flashing everywhere. The music was incredibly loud, thumping through my chest. People were dancing, and their smiles and laughter filled the air. The atmosphere was electric, and it felt like an energetic party where everyone was out for a good time.
I made my way to the crowded bar area and took a seat on a tall stool, ignoring the advances of men who lustfully eyed my figure in the tight black leather dress I wore.
"Could I have a bottle of champagne, please?" I requested, winking at the lovely blonde bartender. She responded with a gentle smile, swiftly placing a chilled bottle of champagne and a glass in front of me before tending to other customers. I filled the glass to the brim and downed it in one go, all the while scanning the bustling club for my target.
NARRATOR'S POV:
" Liam! Liam!" Clara a slender redhead girl, was seen chasing after Liam and yelling his name.
Liam Blackwood, a confident and handsome twenty-four-year-old finalist at "RYARD UNIVERSITY OF SAN DIEGO," was walking along the campus road. He stood at a tall six feet, his slender frame complemented by long, carefully tied blonde hair. Engrossed in the music from his airpod, he didn't notice the red-headed girl running toward him.
"Liam! Hold on!" she called out as she reached him, breathing heavily. She swiftly removed the airpod from his ear.
" Will you remove this goddamn thing from your ear, right now!" she snapped sharply,
"Clara, what's good?" Liam inquired, stopping in the middle of the road as Clara held his clothes tightly.
"Are you leaving already? Aren't you attending the party?" Clara asked.
"No, I'm not. Can I have my airpods?" Liam extended his hand.
"But I would like to go with you."
"I don't have time for that," he snapped, taking back his airpods and walking away.
Clara persisted, "The Singers Brother will be performing their debut song at the party too!"
Liam suddenly stopped upon hearing about "The Singers Brother." He was an up-and-coming musician, and one of his dreams was to sing alongside the popular singer's brother.
"If you perform one of your songs at the party, who knows if The Singers Brother would find it interesting," Clara said convincingly. She had been Liam's best friend since freshman year and knew how to persuade him.
Liam flashed a soft smile. "You sure know me the best. See you at the club later tonight," he said and continued on his way.
Back in the club, Isabella continued to sip her drink while scanning the guys in the club, but she didn't seem to find her potential match.
"I guess I'll call it a day," she said and grabbed her half-filled bottle of champagne, making her way out of the club. As she reached the busy entrance, someone suddenly collided with her, causing the bottle of champagne in her hand to fall and shatter into pieces, scattering carelessly on the floor.
"Watch it, boy!" she yelled furiously at the handsome blonde guy.
"I'm sorry, babe," he said politely, using his handkerchief to clean her body, which was soaked in alcohol. Isabella eyed him lustfully as he fearlessly wiped off the liquid from her body, including her thigh, and even called her "babe." She couldn't help but develop a flicker of attraction for him, he was just the type of man she had been looking for. But before she could make her move, the guy had already disappeared into the club.
"What the actual heck!" she muttered under her breath as she couldn't find him anymore. She rushed back inside the club, which now seemed even more crowded than before, and scanned around carefully. After a few minutes of what appeared to be a fruitless search, she moved to another part of the club, where a group of people who seemed to be college students was partying hard. Looking up at the stage, she saw the blonde guy she had been looking for performing a song.
"Go, Liam! Go, Liam!" the students hailed as he performed. Isabella couldn't help but watch him with keen interest as he sang on the stage, a beautiful smile curling up on her lips.
"Liam? Well, he's quite cute," she chuckled as she admired him.
When Zora was sick during the early days of her pregnancy, Ezrah was with his first love, Piper. When Zora got into an accident and called Ezrah, he said he was busy, when in actual fact, he was buying shoes for Piper. Zora lost her baby because of the accident, and throughout her stay at the hospital, Ezrah never showed up. She already knew that he didn't love her, but that was the last straw for the camel's back, and her fragile heart could not take it anymore. When Ezrah arrived home a few days after Zora was discharged from the hospital, he no longer met the woman who always greeted him with a smile and cared for him. Zora stood at the top of the stairs and yelled with a cold expression, "Good news, Ezrah! Our baby died in a car accident. There is nothing between us anymore, so let's get a divorce." The man who claimed not to have any feelings for Zora, being cold and distant towards her, and having asked her for a divorce twice, instantly panicked.
Two years ago, Ricky found himself coerced into marrying Emma to protect the woman he cherished. From Ricky's perspective, Emma was despicable, resorting to underhanded schemes to ensure their marriage. He maintained a distant and cold attitude toward her, reserving his warmth for another. Yet, Emma remained wholeheartedly dedicated to Ricky for more than ten years. As she grew weary and considered relinquishing her efforts, Ricky was seized by a sudden fear. Only when Emma's life teetered on the edge, pregnant with Ricky's child, did he recognize-the love of his life had always been Emma.
They don't know I'm a girl. They all look at me and see a boy. A prince. Their kind purchase humans like me for their lustful desires. And, when they stormed into our kingdom to buy my sister, I intervened to protect her. I made them take me too. The plan was to escape with my sister whenever we found a chance. How was I to know our prison would be the most fortified place in their kingdom? I was supposed to be on the sidelines. The one they had no real use for. The one they never meant to buy. But then, the most important person in their savage land-their ruthless beast king-took an interest in the "pretty little prince." How do we survive in this brutal kingdom, where everyone hates our kind and shows us no mercy? And how does someone, with a secret like mine, become a lust slave? . AUTHOR'S NOTE. This is a dark romance-dark, mature content. Highly rated 18+ Expect triggers, expect hardcore. If you're a seasoned reader of this genre, looking for something different, prepared to go in blindly not knowing what to expect at every turn, but eager to know more anyway, then dive in! . From the author of the international bestselling book: "The Alpha King's Hated Slave."
Elena, once a pampered heiress, suddenly lost everything when the real daughter framed her, her fiancé ridiculed her, and her adoptive parents threw her out. They all wanted to see her fall. But Elena unveiled her true identity: the heiress of a massive fortune, famed hacker, top jewelry designer, secret author, and gifted doctor. Horrified by her glorious comeback, her adoptive parents demanded half her newfound wealth. Elena exposed their cruelty and refused. Her ex pleaded for a second chance, but she scoffed, “Do you think you deserve it?” Then a powerful magnate gently proposed, “Marry me?”
"I've warned you from the beginning. Don't marry him, but you won't listen." She stood close to me and smiled with concern. "You are not a woman worthy of a man as handsome, rich, smart, and virile as Blaze." My whole body trembled at her words. "Have you no shame?" I asked in a quivering voice. "Take a good look at yourself, Heather." She looked at me in the mirror. "You can't even look at your ugly face. Do you think Blaze can endure a lifetime of looking at that face?" Heather Bailey had a surprise from her husband that night: a divorce agreement. After a year of marriage and facing ups and downs, she couldn't believe Blaze intended to divorce her. But she was devastated when she saw him gazing lovingly at another woman because that person was closest to her. Shortly after she put her signature on their divorce papers, shock waves caught her up. Her flower shop was severely burnt, beyond repair. Her father's company collapsed, and her parents blamed her. She struggled to rebuild her life from the ground up and became more successful than ever. Having many customers who came from influential families, she started her action against Blaze. She won the very thing he wanted. But that was just the beginning.
Kallie, a mute who had been ignored by her husband for five years since their wedding, also suffered the loss of her pregnancy due to her cruel mother-in-law. After the divorce, she learned that her ex-husband had quickly gotten engaged to the woman he truly loved. Holding her slightly rounded belly, she realized that he had never really cared for her. Determined, she left him behind, treating him as a stranger. Yet, after she left, he scoured the globe in search of her. When their paths crossed once more, Kallie had already found new happiness. For the first time, he pleaded humbly, "Please don't leave me..." But Kallie's response was firm and dismissive, cutting through any lingering ties. "Get lost!"