Our families have always been rivals, but my whole world changed when Jordan Maxwell, the arrogant, ruthless heir of the Greek mafia, tried to kill me. It all started on the wrong foot when I accidentally crashed his luxurious car due to a bet I made with my brothers. Then, our parents decided to marry us off to prevent our family war from escalating. But my life would've been simpler if Jordan Maxwell wasn't so damn handsome. However, I have armor protecting my heart, and his charms won't break through it. No arranged marriage will make me love the mobster
"Jesse, it's getting late, and your brothers have already left!" Claire shouted from the first floor of my house.
She glanced at me one last time in the mirror, and I nodded in approval of my outfit and makeup. Race nights are an unforgettable time for wild teenagers seeking pure adrenaline. But I must admit, I stopped attending these events when I turned 18 and went to study in Paris.
Now, seven years later, I feel the same excitement as when I was 15.
I descended to the ground floor where my lifelong best friend was eagerly waiting for me, dying to see her love.
"I'm here," I let her know, prompting her to lift her gaze from her phone. "Let's go." We left the house and got into my beautiful Nissan Silvia S15, similar to the one used in 'The Fast and the Furious: Tokyo Drift.'
"I don't understand why you took so long when you were already ready," Claire said, getting into the passenger seat.
"You know I'm a bit particular about how I look. I always have to be well-dressed and smell good," I revved my car, feeling the adrenaline coursing through my body once again.
"Hey, I know you've been here for a month since you came back from Paris, but I have to tell you, things have changed a lot in these places."
"As far as I remember, I was the drift queen," I smirked confidently. "I'm sure I can reclaim my throne."
"Yeah," my friend looked uncomfortable, her smile strained.
"What's with that uncertain 'yeah'?"
"Well... let's say someone quickly took your place when you left, and almost no one remembers you."
"If that had happened, my brothers would have told me."
"They also stopped coming when you left, so I guess they don't know."
I furrowed my brow, quite confused. "Tell me who's supposed to have taken my place."
"God... Promise me you won't go crazy?"
"Claire," I warned.
"It's Jordan Maxwell," she quickly responded.
However, my brain processed that name that had caused me so many nightmares even when I was far away from him. Just remembering his horrifying face made my skin crawl, as if a ghostly wind had swept through me.
"You're lying," I looked at her in disbelief before focusing my eyes on the road. "That jerk couldn't have replaced me."
"In reality, he's really good."
"Pfft," I scoffed. "Well, he better step aside because the drift queen has arrived."
And as if they were waiting for my arrival, Taylor Swift's 'Look What You Made Me Do' started playing. The people blocking the road to the racing venue moved aside, allowing my beautiful car to pass. It felt like a movie scene, with a lineup of cars on display for everyone to admire. Guys flaunted their machines, easily attracting women, as it's no secret that racing can earn good money, win or lose.
"I don't remember it being this colorful," I remarked as I slowly made my way forward, everyone eager to know who I was.
"It's changed a lot, but it's still just as exciting."
"I hope I can participate tonight."
"Are you sure? It's been a long time since you've driven."
"Do you seriously doubt my abilities? Remember, I grew up with two older brothers. As a kid, I practiced hand-to-hand combat, handled weapons like toys, and my skills are as sharp as a feline's."
"Yeah, yeah, but maybe just watch tonight and drive another time."
What Claire said made sense. I haven't touched a car in years, but my body still craves it to drain all the dopamine.
"Fine, I'll do that, but if I get bored, it's your responsibility to make me laugh."
Not far away, I spotted my older brother, Josh, signaling an available spot among all those cars. With my best and impeccable parking technique, I left my baby in perfect condition.
"Okay, let the party begin," I told Claire.
"I don't know why, but I have a feeling this is going to be crazy."
"That's what I'm hoping for," I replied with a smile.
I stepped out of my car and inhaled the scent of gasoline, strawberry vape, cigarettes, and alcohol. Eyes were fixed on me with curiosity; new faces wanted to know who I was, while the veterans in the place already knew me and my capabilities.
I grew up in an extremely masculine environment. I have two older brothers, Josh and Gregory, who are twins, my father, security guards, and finally, my mother. The Carter family strongly prefers their descendants to be males because the family work is purely 'masculine.' However, my father dedicated himself to funding every extracurricular activity that would allow me to acquire skills like self-defense, handling weapons, and sports like volleyball. But the best thing I learned was driving and fixing cars.
My mother thought all these activities turned me into a masculine woman, but in reality, I never abandoned my femininity. I love design and fashion, and in fact, that's what I studied while in France. I enjoy going to beauty salons and spending hours pampering myself, so I can say I live the best of two worlds.
"Look who showed up around here!"
"Gus!" I run into his arms.
Gus is a good friend, a mechanic who supported me in car races for many years.
"I missed you so much,"I say as we part.
"You better have, woman, because I did too. But tell me, what brings you back to the nest?"
"I've been here for a month doing some work stuff, but I was craving a bit of adrenaline."
"Well, you know this is your home, and if you want to compete, just say the word."
"Not today, I'll just watch."
"Really?" He looks surprised. "Don't tell me you've become refined."
"Not at all, it's just that I haven't driven in a long time."
"Well, you know the offer stands. Just let me know, and you're in."
"Sure," I reply.
"I have to go; a race is starting soon."
"Go ahead, buddy. See you after this."
Gus moves away from me, and I return to Claire and my brothers, who already had two girls by their side.
"Are you going to compete?" Josh asks.
"No, I'll just watch the races"' I reply.
"Are you kidding?" Gregory looks at me with a frown. "For weeks, you've been insisting on coming here to race, and now you regret it."
"Claire talked some sense into me. It's been a long time since I touched my baby, and I feel that driving it without practicing first would be dangerous."
"And since when do you reason!" Gregory is scandalized. "Jess, you're known for acting on impulse, regardless of whether the consequences are good or bad. After all, you're good at what you do, not competing would be like spitting on our pride."
"And why your pride and not mine?" I raise an eyebrow and cross my arms.
The twins look at each other with complicity.
"Because we told everyone that you'd kick their butts," Josh replies. "Plus, we want to shut Jordan Maxwell up."
"Just stop insisting," Claire intervenes. "Jesse, it's your decision if you accept, but first, you need to see how the competition goes with Jordan Maxwell on the track."
"Claire is right, things are different, not like seven years ago."
"Okay, okay, okay," Josh says, raising his hands in the air.
"I'll go get something to drink," I inform them.
"Are you going to drink alcohol?" My friend asks, doubtful.
"No, just getting water."
I move away from her.
My thoughts become a whirlwind, engulfing me in its vortex. It's as if I've gone back in time; even though the surroundings have changed, my insides cling to that youthful feeling, as if I were 15 years old again.
A wave of emotions engulfs me, a tingling sensation runs through my body as my mind fills with memories and desires. Excitement takes over me, and all I want in that moment is to take the wheel of my car and feel the freedom of the road. It's as if that sense of freedom and adventure has remained intact despite the passage of time and changing circumstances around me.
However, I come to a halt when I witness such a horrifying scene, looking with disdain and revulsion at how little these women care when it comes to a man, and unfortunately, I had to pass by their side.
'You'd better find a motel.' I speak up, catching both of their attention, but I ignore them completely to buy my bottle of water.
"If you want, you can join for a threesome." She responds and rolls her eyes. "I promise you'll like it."
"The only thing I'd like from you is to never see your stupid face again." I turn, making my long hair move dramatically.
"Well, well, look what the cat dragged in." He mocks. "Jesse foolish Carter."
"How old are you? 10?"
"Old enough." He answers. "What brings you here?"
"None of your business."
"Are you going to compete?"
"None of your business."
"If you are, I suggest not competing against me; I have a good car that will defeat yours in minutes."
I let out a loud laugh.
"I had forgotten how funny you are." I wipe away the fake tears from my eyes. "I think I need to refresh your memory." I approach him threateningly.
But the girl who was in his lap stepped forward to protect her man.
"Move aside." Jordan Maxwell pushes his girl aside and looks at me with a mocking smile. 'I don't recommend fighting with her.'
"I can finish her in seconds," the girl speaks.
"I say that for your sake" Jordan tells her.
A self-satisfied smile lights up my face, and the woman didn't like it.
"As I was saying before your bitch got in my way." I speak while staring straight at the girl, but she didn't attack. "I have to remind you that I'm the queen of this circuit; I've kicked your ass many times, I'm not afraid to compete against you."
"Sure, sure." He gestures with his hands to downplay it. "You left seven years ago; nothing is the same anymore."
"Whatever." I roll my eyes. "I have to go; I have a night to enjoy." I wink at him and walk away, swaying my hips.
I committed a mistake and now I'm paying the consequences... I'm trapped with the devil. In my defense, I didn't want to be involved with an ancient Greek god, but he broke through my defenses anyway, lurking from the shadows, watching every move of mine. His name is Kurt, and he's the son of Eros and Psyche. He may appear charming on the outside, but inside, he harbors a true predator. He wants to possess me, dominate me, and keep me by his side, but I'm not willing to stay with him.
In the previous life, Maggie Johnson was so cowardly, gullible and stupid that she was coaxed by her fiance and stepsister and then broke her legs and lost everything including her fortune, love and even life. However, she was so lucky that she was reborn in the year before everything happened. Since her life restarted, how could she repeat a previous tragedy? Therefore, in this life, she took the opportunity to improve herself and take revenge on the ones who had ever insulted her. Facing the people who had humiliated her previously, she became smart and experienced to break their frames and tricks that had caused her to hurt in the previous life. Finally, no one could stop her pace to amaze the world any more.
Linsey was stood up by her groom to run off with another woman. Furious, she grabbed a random stranger and declared, "Let's get married!" She had acted on impulse, realizing too late that her new husband was the notorious rascal, Collin. The public laughed at her, and even her runaway ex offered to reconcile. But Linsey scoffed at him. "My husband and I are very much in love!" Everyone thought she was delusional. Then Collin was revealed to be the richest man in the world. In front of everyone, he got down on one knee and held up a stunning diamond ring. "I look forward to our forever, honey."
On their wedding night, Rogelio wrapped his fingers around Marian's neck and spat at her, "Congratulations! From now on, you live in hell!" The reason for his wrath was that he believed she was responsible for the death of his elder brother. So, he married her but refused to touch her, determined to make her suffer for the rest of her pitiful life! However, due to an unforeseen accident, Marian was forced to sleep with Rogelio in order to save him, and she ended up getting pregnant. Concealing her pregnancy, Marian lived cautiously under Rogelio's watchful eyes. He hated her and relentlessly humiliated her, yet he would never allow anyone else to lay a finger on her— "Mr. Bailey, your wife got into a fight with someone!" Rogelio secretly took action, eliminating that person completely. "Sir, your wife claimed that all of your family's wealth belongs to her!" Rogelio quietly transferred all the shares to her. Unaware of all this, Marian only wanted to escape, but Rogelio pulled her into his warm embrace, whispering, "Mrs. Bailey, where do you intend to go with our unborn child?"
After my family's sinister plots collapsed, they lashed out at me, taking their rage to a violent level. Cornered and desperate, I married Jaxton—the town's most sought-after bachelor—due to an unplanned pregnancy. Love had no part in this marriage; I assumed he married me purely out of responsibility, his heart belonging elsewhere. The moment I chose to let him go and turned to leave, he grabbed me and pinned me down hard. "Jaxton, you promised you'd never touch me!" I snapped, glaring fiercely. His eyes flashed arrogantly as he leaned closer. "You're the one who started this!"
"Who is she?" I asked, feeling tears well up in my eyes. "He met her at the Alpha training camp," he said. "She is a perfect suitor for him. It snowed last night, indicating that his wolf is happy with his choice." My heart sank, and tears made their way down my cheeks. Alexander took my innocence last night, and now he is taking that thing in his office as his Luna. **** Emily never shifted on her 18th birthday and became the laughingstock of the pack. When her old crush, Alexander Black, returns from Alpha Training, she never expected him to be her mate. After a night of passionate love, Emily finds out that young Alpha Alexander has taken a chosen mate. Heartbroken and humiliated, Emily runs off and disappears from the pack. Now, five years later, Emily is a high-ranking warrior in King Alpha's army, specializing in sensitive matters. When her best friend invites her to a night of music and laughter, she never expects to run into her mate, Alexander. Will Alexander figure out it is Emily? Will he chase after her, and most of all, will Emily be able to keep her secrets safe?
"I'm going to tell you what I have in mind," he murmured. "First you're going to strip down until you're completely naked," he whispered against her ear. "Then I'm going to tie you up so you're completely powerless and subject to my every whim." "Mmm, sounds good so far," she murmured. "Then I'm going to insert a plug to prepare you for me. After that I'm going to spank that sweet ass of yours until it's rosy with my marks." She shivered uncontrollably, her mind exploding with the images he evoked. She let out a small whimper as he sucked the lobe of her ear into his mouth. God, she could cum with just his words. She was already aching with need. Her nipples tingled and hardened to painful points. Her clit pulsed and twitched between her legs until she clamped her thighs together to alleviate the burn. "And then I'm going to f**k your mouth. But I won't cum. Not yet. When I'm close, I'll flog you again until your ass is burning and you're on fire with the need for relief. And then I'm going to f**k that ass. I'm going to take you hard and rough, to the very limits of what you can withstand. I won't be gentle. Not tonight. I'm going to take you as roughly as you can stand. And then I'm going to cum all over your ass. Are you ready to be completely and utterly dominated?"