I'm Yours Forever

Train eluded marriage for eight years. He will not marry even if all his friends die. Even if the world ends, he will never tie himself to a woman. He's enjoying his bachelorhood. But it seems that he and Krisz Romero have different thoughts. eight years have passed but he still insists that they get married. To the point that she can give her body to him just so he can marry her. Train knew that he was in trouble when he felt the beast between his legs awakened at the sight of Krisz nudity. but he is tough and will not simply allow his desire for the girl to affect his decision. But when his father suffered a heart attack, he had no choice but to succumb to his father's wish. And that is to marry Krisz Romero. As a good son, he agreed to his father's request. he married Krisz and as the days went by that they were married, he asked himself. Did he really marry Krisz because that's what his father wanted or because he wanted to claim the girl every night and legally be his property?

"I just want to know why you're distancing yourself." "I want to know," he said with a deep sigh, his voice still trembling. "I want to know why you have to say those things to Yves!?" "What things?" "That you love me?" "Why? Don't I?" She sobbed even harder. Nena shook, her weakened arms slipping from the young man's grip, so Clint held onto her tighter. She shook her head in protest. "Don't I, Nena?" She shook her head. "N-No!" "No?!" he mocked despite his tears. "Didn't I make you feel it? You know my actions were stating it clearly, Nena. How much I want you, how much I need you, how much I hunger for you, damn it, Nena!" tears streamed down the man's cheeks. "How could you not feel it?" "If you love me, that sex is not the only basis!" she cried. "I needed something more than that! Love is what I needed, not just sex!" "My love was with it, with my kisses, with my every touch, Nena," the man weakly defended. "That's the only way I can show you I love you because I thought, I thought I haven't progressed yet. I loved before, and I believed he loved me because, like you, no matter how crude and foolish my actions were, it was okay. No matter how cruel I am to you, in bed or outside of it, you just took it. It's my fault if I hurt you; I am constantly testing you because..." He struggled to continue, a lump in his throat before exhaling it all, "I am constantly testing you because I promised myself that... if someone attempts to make me fall in love again, they should suffer for it. All my love, all my effort... everyone took them all for granted, way too many times, Nena! Too many! My family, my brother, that wretched two-timer, all of them! And deep down, I know that if you do the same to me and I don't take caution..." his lips quivered as tears continued to flow freely from his eyes, "... I think I'll die, Nena... I might die, Nena. I've only just started holding back my feelings for you, and it hurts so much." He bowed his head, tasting his own tears as they landed on his lips. "Why?" she cried. "Why like this?" She lifted her gaze to the man. "You're so unfair." Even her hands were shaking now, not just her voice. "They hurt you, yet you didn't make them suffer to feel loved. I, who truly love you, you make suffer!" "I'm sorry," he said, staring with tears wetting his face.

Lysandra was defenceless against the officer's dark gaze, nothing could have warned her of just how dangerously illicit it would be to engage herself with the brute. Her panties dampened further as she gave in to her body and allowed herself a night in the addictive stranger's bed. Mikel Silvetti napped like a coil the instant he saw her sitting alone at the local bar. The vixen would be his. Nothing would stop him from claiming her; not her age, morals or his brother and her mother's upcoming marriage. She was his prey and like a predator, he refused to cease his hunt. Especially when the prize was this delectable; so intoxicating, he could practically taste the sweet juices leaking from her drenched core. With his cock saluting the red haired woman, Mikel went in for the kill. He'd fuck her hard, mark her indefinitely and chain her to him if it was the last thing he did...

I clenched my legs together as my eyes gawked at the nude man across from me. Water from the shower head rained down on the large, tanned male. I told myself to look away, to give the guy some privacy, but my eyes couldn't give two shits about common decencys. I licked my lips and fisted my hands, the strangers muscles rippled as he rinsed himself of suds. I squirmed around uncomfortably as my panties dampened and my core pleaded for a release. Screw the snake-tongued billionaires and whale sized diamond rings, if I hadn't escaped the golden cage, I'd never have had the chance to witness a taunt male ass as fine as the one currently seducing me. And, that's how I find myself; homeless, penniless and slowly turning into a pervert. Great...

"The entire wealthy circle in Seattle knew how much Stella Carlson loved Aaron Malone. People watched the childhood sweethearts grow from inexperience to maturity, finally getting married in a grand wedding ceremony. On the day of the wedding, despite the alliance between the Carlson and Malone families, the groom ran away. Stella knew that Aaron had rushed to L.A. to take care of his ex-girlfriend, who had attempted suicide. Unwilling to become the laughingstock of all Seattle, she gritted her teeth and dialed the number of her adversary, her tone almost commanding, "Ethan, come and marry me now. This is your only chance for revenge." On the other end, Ethan Powers raised an eyebrow as he gripped his phone, staring at the floor littered with cigarette butts. "Did the groom run away?" he asked. "My darling."

For two years, Ashton had poured his heart into his marriage, yet Emalee's heart remained cold. Despite his dedication, Emalee presented him with divorce papers. She bluntly stated she could not remain married to a man whose net worth was less than a million dollars. Ashton signed the papers, closing one chapter of his life and stepping into a new beginning. Then, Ashton revealed his secret identities: a music mogul, a medical expert, and a martial arts master—each persona impressive enough to stun the world. As Ashton’s true capabilities came to light, Emalee was overwhelmed with deep regret.

Everyone was shocked to the bones when the news of Rupert Benton's engagement broke out. It was surprising because the lucky girl was said to be a plain Jane, who grew up in the countryside and had nothing to her name. One evening, she showed up at a banquet, stunning everyone present. "Wow, she's so beautiful!" All the men drooled, and the women got so jealous. What they didn't know was that this so-called country girl was actually an heiress to a billion-dollar empire. It wasn't long before her secrets came to light one after the other. The elites couldn't stop talking about her. "Holy smokes! So, her father is the richest man in the world?" "She's also that excellent, but mysterious designer who many people adore! Who would have guessed?" Nonetheless, people thought that Rupert didn't love her. But they were in for another surprise. Rupert released a statement, silencing all the naysayers. "I'm very much in love with my beautiful fiancee. We will be getting married soon." Two questions were on everyone's minds: "Why did she hide her identity? And why was Rupert in love with her all of a sudden?"

Katie was forced to marry Dillan, a notorious ruffian. Her younger sister mocked her, "You're just an adopted daughter. Count your blessings for marrying him!" The world anticipated Katie's tribulations, but her married life unfurled with unexpected serenity. She even snagged a lavish mansion in a raffle! Katie jumped into Dillan's arms, credited him as her lucky charm. "No, Katie, it's you who brings me all this luck," Dillan replied. Then, one fateful day, Dillan's childhood friend came to her. "You're not worthy of him. Take this 50 million and leave him!" Katie finally grasped Dillan's true stature—the wealthiest man on the planet. That night, trembling with trepidation, she broached the subject of divorce with Dillan. However, with a domineering embrace, he told her, "I'd give you everything I have. Divorce is off the table!"

“You need a bride, I need a groom. Why don’t we get married?” Both abandoned at the altar, Elyse decided to tie the knot with the disabled stranger from the venue next door. Pitying his state, she vowed to spoil him once they were married. Little did she know that he was actually a powerful tycoon. Jayden thought Elyse only married him for his money, and planned to divorce her when she was no longer of use to him. But after becoming her husband, he was faced with a new dilemma. “She keeps asking for a divorce, but I don’t want that! What should I do?”

Due to the plight of her family, Phoebe had no choice but to embark on the path of selling herself. In an accident, she had a tangled night with Alexander. Everything began to derail, and even if she fled to the ends of the earth, she would still be found by him and entangled... *** Phoebe screamed in frustration, "What do you want from me?" What was this supposed to be? He raised an eyebrow wickedly. "What do I want? You'll find out soon enough." With that, he hoisted her up and carried her back into the office. The door slammed shut with a kick, and he cleared the desk with a sweep of his arm before laying her down on it, his body pinning hers in place, completely trapping her in his grasp. Every cell in his body was telling him he wanted her. He wanted to claim her again. This time, there would be no escape for her-he wouldn't let her slip away. Never again. If he had suffered for five years, then this woman wouldn't get off easily either!