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.
Isabella woke up in the morning and felt the ache in a place that never hurt before. She took a glimpse at her body, and Her thoughts went blank. Isabella's eyes discovered a guy who was laying near her, asleep, and her thoughts brought back to all the bizarre things that transpired last night. My boyfriend of 2 years abandoned me, I was intoxicated and went to my hotel room alone. Someone climbed on me. To say that he was gorgeous is an understatement. If an angel could marry a Satan, then I'm convinced he was their offspring. But it was not the goal! He came to me and kissed me. One thing led to another.. God! This man snatched my virginity. And it was hardly the worst. Guess what! He was my new boss Gabriel Remington. I was his new executive assistant. To top it, my former lover accused my boss that he raped me. What should I do? Trust my former lover who just dumped me? Or.. Trust my new boss who took my virginity?
Accused of murder, Sylvia Todd's mother was deemed a traitor by the entire pack, condeming Sylvia to live the rest of her life alone in humiliation as a lowly slave. All she wanted to do was to prove her mother's innocence somehow, but fate never seemed to be on the side of the traitor's daughter. Still, Sylvia never lost hope. As the future lycan king of all werewolves, Rufus Duncan possessed great power and status, but he had an inexplicable reputation for being cruel, bloodthirsty, and ruthless. Unbeknownst to everyone, he had been cursed long ago to transform into a killer monster on every full moon. Even though fate did not always look upon the two, it brought Sylvia and Rufus together as each other's destined mates. Will justice be served for Sylvia's mother? What about Rufus' secret? Can Sylvia and Rufus defy all societal norms and stay together? Will these two unlucky souls have their happy ending?
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!"
To outsiders, Aileen was the adopted daughter of the Jefferson family, dismissed and scorned by all. Yet, in the underground racing world, she thrived as the dark rose, savoring the thrill and speed of night races. But her life took a new turn when Derek returned home, leading to a passionate night that diverted Aileen from the Jefferson family's path. Derek, the ruthless heir to the Jefferson legacy, tactfully steered the family's ambitions. Despite his control, he found himself captivated by Aileen-his adopted sister, business partner, and an exceptional racer-drawn to her enigmatic allure.
Ava Adler was a nerdy omega. People bullied her because they thought she was ugly and unattractive. But Ava secretly loved the bad boy, Ian Dawson. He was the future Alpha of the Mystic Shadow Pack. However, he never gave a damn about rules and laws, as he only liked to play around with girls. Ava was unaware of Ian's arrogance until her fate intertwined with his. He neglected her and hurt her deeply. What would happen when Ava turned out to be a beautiful girl who could win over any boy, and Ian looked back and regretted his decisions? What if she had a secret identity that she had yet to discover? What if the tables turned and Ian begged her not to leave him?
I received a pornographic video. "Do you like this?" The man speaking in the video is my husband, Mark, whom I haven't seen for several months. He is naked, his shirt and pants scattered on the ground, thrusting forcefully on a woman whose face I can't see, her plump and round breasts bouncing vigorously. I can clearly hear the slapping sounds in the video, mixed with lustful moans and grunts. "Yes, yes, fuck me hard, baby," the woman screams ecstatically in response. "You naughty girl!" Mark stands up and flips her over, slapping her buttocks as he speaks. "Stick your ass up!" The woman giggles, turns around, sways her buttocks, and kneels on the bed. I feel like someone has poured a bucket of ice water on my head. It's bad enough that my husband is having an affair, but what's worse is that the other woman is my own sister, Bella. ************************************************************************************************************************ “I want to get a divorce, Mark,” I repeated myself in case he didn't hear me the first time—even though I knew he'd heard me clearly. He stared at me with a frown before answering coldly, "It's not up to you! I'm very busy, don't waste my time with such boring topics, or try to attract my attention!" The last thing I was going to do was argue or bicker with him. "I will have the lawyer send you the divorce agreement," was all I said, as calmly as I could muster. He didn't even say another word after that and just went through the door he'd been standing in front of, slamming it harshly behind him. My eyes lingered on the knob of the door a bit absentmindedly before I pulled the wedding ring off my finger and placed it on the table. I grabbed my suitcase, which I'd already had my things packed in and headed out of the house.