Sadie and Dominic lost their parents when they were very young. Only six months younger than her brother Sadie became is caregiver as far as cooking and cleaning, and Dominic became her protector and provider. A desperate attempt to get money to take care of his sister lands Dominic in a very dangerous and life threatening situation. Sadie finding out her brother has been taken goes to confront his captor who experiences love at first sight, and causes her to feel things she had never felt before nor imagined. Striking up a deal, her brother his freed in exchange for her hand in marriage. Now Sadie must figure out how to live life as a Queen of a cartel while ensuring her brothers safety, and her new husbands happiness.
The nerves coursing through her body sent chills up and down her spine, as she tried her best to disguise them with a smile. Sitting across from her was Marco Valdez, the head of the Valdez Cartel and the most beautiful man she had ever lay eyes on. Extending his hand for their infamous handshake she followed the guide of his long and masculine fingers. "Not too bad for an outsider" he said, smiling softly. His gray eyes flashed with a bit of surprise before regaining their blank expression once more. "¿En qué puedo ayudarte, bella dama?" he asked, smiling briefly once again.
She hesitated, what exactly should she say? You're men are beating up my brother and I need them to stop? I saw your men take my brother and I want him back now? She shivered visibly, and he snapped his fingers, as one of his men took off their coat and placed it around her shoulders.e She looked back at him with appreciation, and returned her gaze to Marco, whose gaze was visibly softened. "Mi Hermano..." she began, pausing to watch his reaction cautiously before she continued. Leaning forward, he placed his finger against her lip to silence her. He understood, and there was no need for her to continue. She sighed with relief. "ÂżDominic es tu hermano? He looked at her with a smirk slowly forming on his face. "Si," she whispered softly, lowering her gaze to the floor. Once again leaning forward he softly brushed his hand across her cheek causing her to look up and into his eyes. He was the epitome of perfection. His waves lay flat against his head, cut crisp and to perfection. His eyes and lips looked like they were handcrafted by God himself. Even though his thermal long sleeve she could see his defined and chiseled arms coated with tattoos that peaked out over the collar wrapping around his neck. She immediately broke the gaze trying not to be too obvious as they scanned over every inch of his torso. "He stole from me, mamacita" he said, breaking into english and the tone of his voice turning serious. She looked up again. How could Dom have done such a foolish and stupid thing. Tears began to form in her eyes, and before she could turn to hide them he ordered everyone to leave the room; she tensed. He smiled softly at her and somehow that made everything okay. Her brother was currently being held captive by this man, and just a smile made her instantly feel calm and safe; what was wrong with her. Your lips, he said to her in a voice so low she almost questioned herself if he had just set what she had thought he said. Before she could come to terms with his words, he leaned forward slowly and whispered it again, "Your lips are so fucking beautiful," and kissed her softly at first. Before she could process what was happening she felt his tongue slip between them and begin devouring her own. He tasted so sweet. She couldn't think, emotions began flooding throughout her body and mind, and all she could do was give in. H wrapped his fingers around the back of her head as he tangled them in her curls. Biting her bottom lip softly and pulling away to stare into her eyes. "Let us make a deal...hmmm?" he asked, his hands were still wrapped around her curls, and his body only inches above her own. She could do nothing but nod, as she tried to catch her breathe and slow her racing heart. "You want your brother back, and I want you" she looked at him, alarm flooding her face. She began to try and back away from him pushing herself against the sofa, and looking around frantically for an escape. He felt her fear, and gripped her curls tighter. "Not like that," he said, causing her to look at him again. "I want you to be mine. I feel things with you I have never felt at first sight." she hesitated, looking around once more but visibly calming. "Your brother would be family if you became mine," he said, pausing to allow the weight of his words to fully register in her mind. "There is a different way to deal with family." She nodded slowly. Would it be so bad to be his? She looked at him again, he was beautiful. His entire cadence and aura was a mixture of danger, beauty and power. She nodded slowly. He pulled her to him with arm as he released her curls from his fingers. Picking up his phone with his free hand, he ordered the person on the other line to bring Dom out after cleaning him up. She was relieved. "What about what he stole from you?" she asked him softly. She didn't want to anger him again but she did need to know what exactly was expected of her brother under this deal she had just struck. "That will be deducted from your dowry. She nodded in understanding. The money she would have to pay her brother has the man responsible for her to call her his wife. The rest of your dowry will be forfeited in exchange for my taking care of him for the rest of his life. As your brother he will live here to keep you safe in my absence and to keep you company. You are free to travel and go as you wish. You are not my prisoner beloved, and you will be my wife. She could not believe what was happening. Everything was happening so fast, and before she could get a grip she heard the doors sliding open and her brother's voice "Sadie!" Whipping around he ran to her collapsing in her arms. She dropped to the ground rocking him back and forth. "Dom," she whispered, pulling away to examine his face. She loved his face. It was the perfect combination of their mother and father. She always found comfort looking at him whenever she missed them beyond what photographs could cure. She could tell he was confused, but it was not the time to explain everything. She just wanted him to know he was safe now, and that they would never have to worry again.
In the heart of a mysterious facility, Trevor stumbles upon a cryptic message that sets him on a journey beyond the veil of reality. As he uncovers the truth behind Project Elysium, he discovers that he has a crucial role to play in shaping the future. But what secrets lie beyond the veil, and what price must he pay to unlock the truth? With each step, Trevor is drawn deeper into a world of conspiracy and deception, where the lines between reality and illusion blur. Will he find the answers he seeks, or will he become trapped in a web of lies and manipulation
Sandra Hill, the long-lost real heiress of the Hill family, was shunned by her own kin. Instead of embracing her, they bestowed their affection upon an impostor. They even arranged her to marry a vegetative man in place of her so-called “sister”. Sandra sneered, refusing to put up with this humiliation, cut off ties with the Hill family immediately and ran into the flash marriage with Wesley Cooper, her unconscious billionaire husband. With her incredible medical skills, she defied the odds and revived him. Little did she expect that her husband spoiled her with all his love... A medical genius, a computer prodigy, a national treasure in painting, and a racing legend... Her husband revealed her various identities, leaving the Hill family regretful. Her father came pleading, "It's Dad's fault. Please come back." Her mother wept, "Mom will protect you from now on. Please come back." Even her five brothers knelt before he, begging for forgiveness. Yet, Sandra's smile held a hint of mockery as she vowed, “Never!”
Sophia Drake braced herself for the worst when she was forced to move across the country in the middle of her junior year. Desperate to escape her shattered home as soon as she turns eighteen, her plans are disrupted by the enigmatic and captivating Ashford twins. Sophia can't fathom the intense attraction she feels for the twins and tries to avoid them at every turn. As she's thrust into an unfamiliar world, her past demons resurface, making her question her true identity. Will Sophia flee from her past's secrets, or will she embrace her destiny and take control of her future?
Billionaire Bennett Graham urgently needed a wife to close a business deal but his fiancée wasn't ready to tie the knots yet. So his grandmother picked the most unassuming maid for him. Everything was supposed to go incredibly well, and all he had to do was wait until he divorced her a year later. But after seeing Maliyah's ocean eyes.it wasn't looking simple anymore. *** Before I could get her up, it was as if she felt the light and an uncomfortable sound came out of her mouth. "Uh-huh..." She raised her hand to cover her eyes. But I didn't have time to wait for her to wake up, so I told her to "Get Up." My voice seemed to scare her, and her light-fearing eyes suddenly widened and she kept moving to the corner. The only voice in the quiet art room was her fear-filled voice, "No...please...go away...don't come close to me." She was afraid of me? I hadn't even spoken to her before, what was she afraid of? This was definitely not going to work, I couldn't talk to her if she couldn't calm down. Then I moved closer to her, my hand on her trembling shoulder, and I whispered soothingly "Calm down.I'm not going to hurt you.I'm not going to hurt you."I assured and then she moved her hair away from her face as if to stare at me properly. Our eyes met.It was that moment. It felt as if I was enchanted for a moment. Those ocean eyes were the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen.
Rosalynn's marriage to Brian wasn't what she envisioned it to be. Her husband, Brian, barely came home. He avoided her like a plague. Worse still, he was always in the news for dating numerous celebrities. Rosalynn persevered until she couldn't take it anymore. She upped and left after filing for a divorce. Everything changed days later. Brian took interest in a designer that worked for his company anonymously. From her profile, he could tell that she was brilliant and dazzling. He pulled the stops to find out her true identity. Little did he know that he was going to receive the greatest shocker of his life. Brian bit his finger with regret when he recalled his past actions and the woman he foolishly let go.
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!
Belinda thought after divorce, they would part ways for good - he could live his life on his own terms, while she could indulge in the rest of hers. However, fate had other plans in store. "My darling, I was wrong. Would you please come back to me?" The man, whom she once loved deeply, lowered his once proud head humbly. "I beg you to return to me." Belinda coldly pushed away the bouquet of flowers he had offered her and coolly replied, "It's too late. The bridge has been burned, and the ashes have long since scattered to the wind!"