Miley, having married Harold, diligently assumed her role as Mrs. Wheeler. Despite his love for another and his coldness towards her, she remained steadfast. Those around her, observing her meekness, eagerly anticipated her heartbreak upon the return of Harold's true love. Yet, Miley astounded everyone. She boldly signed the divorce papers and left without a backward glance. Confronting her, a furious and confused Harold demanded, his eyes red, "Miley, what are you doing?" With a casual display of her wedding ring and a smile, she replied, "Sorry, I'm getting married. I'm done being submissive." Everyone believed Miley deeply loved Harold, ready to face any challenge for him. But unknown to all, her heart secretly yearned for someone else whenever she gazed at Harold.
Inside the Blossom Club, a young man stared at the woman occupying the main seat, admiration evident in his eyes. He cautiously massaged her shoulders, not daring to go further.
"Miss Tucker, how is it? Is it comfortable?" he asked.
Miley Tucker, nestled against his chest, responded lazily, "Yes."
Seeing this, Gavin Rowe arched an eyebrow and remarked, "Harold's back, but you're still here having fun."
Miley disregarded his comment, her attention briefly on her phone.
The image on her phone displayed her husband, Harold Wheeler, intimately close to another woman, their gentle expression suggesting a secretive flirtation under the cover of the night.
The photo, skillfully taken by a reporter, captured their closeness in a way that was suggestive but not lewd.
Harold had returned, yet he chose not to inform her.
Instead, he had left her to discover it through such an unexpected gesture.
Miley set her phone down.
Lifting her gaze, she gracefully accepted grapes from the young toy boy with her delicate fingers.
With a casual tone, she said, "We have an open marriage, after all."
In Rolrith, it was common knowledge that she and Harold didn't bind each other. To the public, they were the ideal couple, but in reality, they rarely meddled in each other's personal affairs except when necessary.
Why would Harold mind her having fun in a nightclub?
Gavin remained silent.
Miley resolved to make the most of her evening.
She ordered a series of strong drinks and drank them swiftly.
Soon, she felt tipsy and headed to the restroom.
When she came out of the restroom, the young, attractive toy boy offered his hand, asking, "Miss Tucker, may I escort you to your room?"
His gaze faintly reminded her of someone from her past.
Caught off guard, Miley caressed his cheek and said with a smile, "Sure, make me happy. Then, you'll have your reward."
As she was about to leave with him, a tall figure blocked her way.
The toy boy was stunned. "Sir..."
Miley looked up with hazy eyes. Before she could discern the man's face, he grabbed her wrist and drew her close.
A deep and mellow voice sounded in her ears, which was very familiar.
"Inform your manager I'll be taking her." The man shot a glance at the toy boy and carried Miley away.
The man's grip on Miley's wrist was so firm that it left her skin slightly reddened. She staggered after him and soon found herself thrown into the passenger seat.
The discomfort jolted her to a clearer state of mind.
As she regained her senses, she noticed the man sliding into the driver's seat, the car's light illuminating his sharp face.
Harold was dressed as he was in the photo taken by the reporter, with the top buttons of his shirt undone, revealing a hint of his chest. His glasses framed his intense eyes, giving him a look of cold allure yet sophisticated charm.
He looked gentle and refined, like a wolf in sheep's clothing.
Miley bit her lip.
The next second, Harold lifted her effortlessly, placing her on his lap.
Miley's body was outlined by her tight dress, her buttocks pressed against his legs in an erotic manner.
She tried to get off his lap.
Yet, Harold's cool fingers tightened on her waist, firmly keeping her in place.
"You seem quite good at seeking pleasure." His voice was low and resonant.
Miley's heart skipped a beat.
Looking up, she saw her husband staring at her with an unreadable expression. He leaned closer and said in a low voice, "You'd go as far as to stay with a toy boy?"
Miley calmed herself down. "I have my needs. If my husband can't satisfy me, why shouldn't I look elsewhere?"
"You mean I didn't satisfy you?"
Harold slowly rolled up his sleeves and removed his suit jacket.
His eyes were burning with desire.
What he wanted to do was obvious.
As a matter of fact, it had been ages since they made love.
Miley offered no resistance.
The car was cramped, but Harold had a penchant for a thrill in their intimate moments.
Pressed against the steering wheel, Miley's soft sighs and moans filled the car.
"You are so horny," Harold said, his voice rough with desire.
He adjusted her position with a firm grip on her wrist.
When the sex was over, Miley was utterly exhausted.
Her fingers felt too weak to even twitch.
She slumped in the seat, Harold's coat draping over herself.
Her hand brushed against something in the coat's pocket. It was a small jewelry box.
She paused, then realized it was for a brooch.
Somehow, she breathed a sigh of relief.
The box had someone's initials, L. P.
Clearly, it was made just for someone.
"You're really quite the romantic." Miley's face darkened, turning away with a chill.
Everyone knew that Harold had a special someone, Leyla Pearson.
She was the Pearson family's illegitimate daughter and also Miley's half-sister...
This time, Harold had gone overseas with Leyla to treat her illness.
His disregard for Miley was clear. He offered her a glance and casually mentioned, "If you like it, I'll have my secretary arrange one for you."
Harold always acted this way.
He was generous with such small matters.
Miley dropped her gaze, overcome with boredom.
She returned the brooch, her eyes devoid of any jealousy.
"No need. I never share styles with anyone else."
Miley preferred not to dress in clothing or accessories that others had worn before.
Especially if it was something originally belonging to Leyla.
Soon after, Leyla made a call to Harold.
Her voice, over the phone, was gentle and sweet.
"Harold, I'm so grateful for you sending me overseas for my surgery. I might not have made it otherwise. I don't know how to thank you..."
"You're okay now, and that's what matters." Harold's response was brief.
Playing with her freshly polished nails, Miley said with a sneer, "It's simple. Pay him back with your body. After all, you've always been keen on taking what's mine. See if you can turn your brother-in-law into your husband. I'd be amused to see that."
Leyla had attempted such a thing before.
During Miley's wedding to Harold, Leyla had tried to disrupt it and even vowed to end her life.
Yet, she lacked the courage to leap from the 14th floor. Had she dared, she might have actually achieved her goal.
Miley couldn't help but feel a twinge of pity.
Leyla heard Miley's voice. She deliberately made her own louder and said, "Harold, I'm sorry to bother you. Is Miley upset with you? Please, don't fight with her over me. I understand Miley is mad about what happened with her mother. But it's been a while since her mother passed away. Why is she still taking her anger out on me?"
"Leyla, what you desire meant nothing to me." Miley remained calm. She said in an even tone, "If you continue spouting nonsense, I will ensure everyone knows who you really are."
Her voice was so cold that Leyla didn't dare to cross her again.
"Get some rest now. We'll discuss this tomorrow."
Harold ended the call quickly. He looked at Miley and said meaningfully, "You really hold a grudge."
Miley remained silent. She just looked down to hide her sadness.
If she were really vengeful, Leyla wouldn't be alive now.
Marrying Harold was never something she regretted.
What she did regret was allowing her mother to witness Leyla threatening to end her own life. Following that, Leyla and her father Joel Pearson had talked nonsense to her mother, leading to her mother's death from sheer anger.
From that point, Miley had left the Pearson family's house, changed her last name, and took charge of the Tucker Group. She harbored a hope that one day Leyla would bow down at her mother's grave and beg for forgiveness.
Yet, she had never anticipated Harold would stand by Leyla.
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."
Melanie married Ashton out of gratitude, but she quickly found herself entangled in a web of relentless challenges. Despite these struggles, she stayed true to her commitment to the marriage. In the hospital room, Ashton indifferently attempted to draw her blood, disregarding her discomfort. This callous act was a harsh revelation for Melanie, awakening her to the grim reality of their relationship. Resolved to prioritize her own welfare, she decided to sever ties. With newfound resolve, Melanie filed for divorce. In the process, she unveiled her concealed identities, leaving everyone in shock. Throughout these turbulent times, Melanie realized that Derek, Ashton’s uncle, had been discreetly protecting her all along.
COALESCENCE OF THE FIVE SERIES BOOK ONE: THE 5-TIME REJECTED GAMMA & THE LYCAN KING BOOK TWO: THE ROGUES WHO WENT ROGUE BOOK THREE: THE INDOMITABLE HUNTRESS & THE HARDENED DUKE *** BOOK ONE: After being rejected by 5 mates, Gamma Lucianne pleaded with the Moon Goddess to spare her from any further mate-bonds. To her dismay, she is being bonded for the sixth time. What’s worse is that her sixth-chance mate is the most powerful creature ruling over all werewolves and Lycans - the Lycan King himself. She is certain, dead certain, that a rejection would come sooner or later, though she hopes for it to be sooner. King Alexandar was ecstatic to meet his bonded mate, and couldn’t thank their Goddess enough for gifting him someone so perfect. However, he soon realizes that this gift is reluctant to accept him, and more than willing to sever their bond. He tries to connect with her but she seems so far away. He is desperate to get intimate with her but she seems reluctant to open up to him. He tries to tell her that he is willing to commit to her for the rest of his life but she doesn’t seem to believe him. He is pleading for a chance: a chance to get to know her; a chance to show her that he’s different; and a chance to love her. But when not-so-subtle crushes, jealous suitors, self-entitled Queen-wannabes, an old flame, a silent protector and a past wedding engagement threaten to jeopardize their relationship, will Lucianne and Xandar still choose to be together? Is their love strong enough to overcome everything and everyone? Or will Lucianne resort to enduring a sixth rejection from the one person she thought she could entrust her heart with?
"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?
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?
June Rivera was divorced by her husband after three years of marriage because he wanted to be with her sister who was pregnant for him. Kicked to the curb with a divorce and rejected by her parents,she struggles to make ends meet and get a job until she saves Luis Ambrose from an accident - the only child of Rafael Ambrose, a widowed man and the CEO of Ambrose Corporation. When little Luis asks to have her as a nanny, and Rafael's mother pressures him to get married, they draw a contract. To be Luis's nanny and his fake wife for one year in exchange for 50 million dollars!