Amy's world seems perfect. She has a loving boyfriend and is about to step into a new stage in her career-until she is betrayed by her boyfriend and cheated out of her company. Now stripped of her company and devastated, Amy crosses paths with Adrian Locke, the formidable new CEO of Huntley Corps. He's a workaholic, shrewd, and fiercely untrusting. In a twist of fate, Amy, once on the brink of CEO status herself, finds herself applying for a position as Adrian's secretary-a role he had earlier refused to fill. As she steps into his office, hungover memories blur her recognition of Adrian. But he remembers her well. Despite her impressive interview, Adrian harbors concerns about her partying reputation.
"We finally did it!!" Amy screeched in excitement, pumping her fist in the air as she took a large swing from the bottle of wine she had in her other hand. Brent only chuckled in response as he watched her dance in the room, completely out of rhythm with the song , the alcohol being the main reason for her sloppy movement.
"Ooh" Amy cooed, grinning as she felt Brent wrap his hands around her waist. Amy smiled contentedly as she snuggled more into his embrace, both of them moving slowly as the music had changed to a much slower one.
Ed Sheeran's Perfect played through the speakers as Amy pondered just how much their life was going to change from tomorrow.
Amy and her boyfriend Brent had both decided to startup a company together. It was a dream they both worked hard towards it together and after everything they'd been through as they struggled to achieve their goal, they finally got sponsors who were willing to invest in their company. All that was left now was to submit the contract.
Amy felt like her life couldn't possibly get any better as she had all she could ask for: a loving boyfriend and very soon, a successful company.
"Something on your mind?" Brent asked as he noticed that Amy had grown silent. Amy just looked up at him and smiled.
"It just feels so unreal, you know? All of our sacrifices finally paid off. I feel like this is a dream and I might wake up any moment from now. "
"Me too, babe. The excitement of what's to come makes me feel like I'm drifting," Brent replied with a small laugh.
"Hey Babe?," Amy called out to Brent
"Hm?" He hummed in response.
"I feel really lucky to have you in my life. I couldn't have done any of this without you"
Brent paused for a moment before he replied
"We did it together, and that's all that matters"
"Heh, every where's spinning" Amy said with a sloppy smile as the effects of the alcohol took hold of her.
"That's it, no more wine" He suddenly called out, snatching the bottle from her and picking her up, throwing her over his shoulder.
Amy squeaked as she remembered and giggled as Brent picked her and headed straight to the bedroom. He flung her on the bed. Hovering above her, she pulled him in for a kiss and laughed
"I love you so much, babe" Amy said staring into his eyes. Brent shuffled around uncomfortably before hastily adding "Right, right and I love you too, blah blah blah. You should rest up" He said dismissively
Amy rolled her eyes, amused at Brent's antics. He'd always been awkward when it came to expressing feelings and she just took it as him being shy. In fact, she found it a little cute.
"Way to ruin the mood, dork," Amy said, the warm smile on her face hinting that she was only teasing.
Brent rolled his eyes at her as he tucked her into bed. Amy sighed with content as she felt herself give in to the call of sleep. The night faded away and Amy dreamt about the endless possibilities that lay ahead of them.
"Urgh," Amy groaned as the sun shone in on her through her window blinds. Amy looked up and saw Brent getting ready to head out. He had already showered..
"I think I celebrated a little too hard. Think you can handle submitting the contract on your own?" She managed to croak, wincing in pain as she realized just how dry her throat was.
"Yeah, no shit," Brent chuckled before he added, "Of course. Just need you to sign it and I'll take care of the rest"
Amy moaned in relief, happy that she didn't have to leave her bed, and watched as Brent finished preparing to leave.
"Hey, no fair. How come you don't even get hangovers and I'm stuck in bed looking like a gremlin?" Amy pouted, irritated at the pounding headache which was just one of the many terrible symptoms of her hangover. Brent, in turn, just responded with a shrug.
"Right, before I leave, you need to sign this," Brent said, handing over the paperwork. Amy signed her name on it, handing it over to Brent as soon as she was done..
"Call me when you're done, okay?"
"Sure," He replied before leaving.
As she heard the front door shut, Amy closed her eyes and drifted off, hoping to sleep off the effects of the hangover.
Amy woke up several hours later and checked her phone to see if Brent had tried to call her, but she didn't find anything. That was strange because he should have been done with it and called her by now. Maybe he forgot and was hanging out with friends?, Amy thought as she decided it was best to just call him.
Following several rings, she ended up in voicemail. Amy's brows furrowed with increasing concern. A lot of different scenarios crossed her mind, but she resolved to head to his apartment instead of moping around doing nothing.
Swiftly showering and dressing, she applied light makeup to conceal the dark circles around her eyes. Her hangovers always seemed more intense than others, which is why she usually avoided getting drunk. However, in her upbeat mood last night, she indulged in a few too many drinks-a choice she now regretted. Finally done with her preparations, she checked herself in the mirror to make sure she didn't look like a starved zombie before heading out over to Brent's place.
As she sat in the Uber, she stared out of the window, smiling to herself. Brent had finally agreed to move in with her. They were planning on getting a bigger apartment and moving in together once their business had started bringing enough income. Amy still felt giddy about the whole situation but was still a little worried, as she'd been unable to get through to Brent.
When she'd finally gotten to her location, Amy got out and paid the driver, leaving him a generous tip, before skipping over to Brent's door.
Amy checked under the carpet and pulled out the spare key, smiling to herself as she proceeded to unlock the door.
As she turned the key in the lock and stepped into her boyfriend's apartment, she knew something was off. Her mind immediately jumped to something terrible, though uncertain about what to expect. Placing a hand on her chest, she made her way to the hallway, reaching out to the walls for support and attempting to control her breathing.
Thankfully, Brent was not lying down unconscious. As she made her way to the bedroom, she heard sounds. She tried to convince herself at first that it was nothing of that sort, the moans coming from behind the door could be coming from a tv or something she thought. The sounds grew louder and undoubtedly intimate as she approached. But still hopeful that the noise has nothing to do with Brent. She stood for a moment with her heart racing.
Even though her instict was screaming at her to run away, she knew she had to face whatever that was in that room. She opened the door but what she saw made her stand still.
Mia's life is spiraling out of control. Abandoned by her mother, bullied mercilessly at school, and thrown into a household of four dangerously attractive stepbrothers, she's desperate to find her footing. "You look absolutely edible," Sean growled, his eyes devouring her. Mia felt a rush of heat between her thighs "Oh, you think so?" she purred, turning to face him. She reached out and traced her fingers along the ribbon that wrapped around his waist. "Well, I've been waiting for this all day. And I'm starving." Sean's smile grew into a predatory grin. "Then let us feast," he said, and in a flash, the ribbon fell away, exposing his rock-hard length. He stepped closer, and Mia felt the warmth of his breath on her face as he whispered, "You're going to take every inch of us tonight, aren't you?" With Rolex's teasing smirk and Sean's quiet, hot stares, Mia doesn't know where to turn-or who to trust. Every glance, every touch leaves her breathless, confused, and craving more than she should. Will Mia survive their games, or will she lose herself in a dangerous world of secrets, seduction, and forbidden desire? One house. Four brothers. Endless temptation.
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!
Corinne devoted three years of her life to her boyfriend, only for it to all go to waste. He saw her as nothing more than a country bumpkin and left her at the altar to be with his true love. After getting jilted, Corinne reclaimed her identity as the granddaughter of the town’s richest man, inherited a billion-dollar fortune, and ultimately rose to the top. But her success attracted the envy of others, and people constantly tried to bring her down. As she dealt with these troublemakers one by one, Mr. Hopkins, notorious for his ruthlessness, stood by and cheered her on. “Way to go, honey!”
Yelena discovered that she wasn't her parents' biological child. After seeing through their ploy to trade her as a pawn in a business deal, she was sent away to her barren birthplace. There, she stumbled upon her true origins—a lineage of historic opulence. Her real family showered her with love and adoration. In the face of her so-called sister's envy, Yelena conquered every adversity and took her revenge, all while showcasing her talents. She soon caught the attention of the city's most eligible bachelor. He cornered Yelena and pinned her against the wall. “It's time to reveal your true identity, darling.”
"I stood at the edge of my heart and watched him choose her. In the end, I was not the one he needed. I was simply the one he settled for." - Noelle ~~~~~~~ I thought I was the one he loved. But a few days before our wedding, I saw him in a way I never had before. His eyes softened as he spoke to her. His first love, and the very woman who had left him in pieces. Heartbreak was something I knew too well. And as I watched the love he still held for her in his eyes, I realized what I had to do. I couldn't marry a man who wasn't truly mine. With no means to cancel the wedding and lacking the courage to confront him, I made a desperate choice to leave. I painfully gave his first love my treasured engagement ring thinking it was for the best and the only way to free myself. But when he saw that ring on her finger, the fragile world I had tried to escape began to shatter. His obsession to find me and bring me back ignited a dangerous game of cat and mouse.
Rumors said that Lucas married an unattractive woman with no background. In the three years they were together, he remained cold and distant to Belinda, who endured in silence. Her love for him forced her to sacrifice her self-worth and her dreams. When Lucas' true love reappeared, Belinda realized that their marriage was a sham from the start, a ploy to save another woman's life. She signed the divorce papers and left. Three years later, Belinda returned as a surgical prodigy and a maestro of the piano. Lost in regret, Lucas chased her in the rain and held her tightly. "You are mine, Belinda."