"I used to have ice surrounding my heart, but it melted the moment I fucked you," Hardin said and she scoffed. "It was just a harmless sex, grow up kid, and let me go!"She yelled. Freda was cheated on by her boyfriend because, he claimed she was bad at sex so he had to cheat. Freda was angry so she went to the clubhouse with the intention of having sex with another man just to see if she was really bad at it. She didn't know she ended up having sex with a mafia lord. Later on, she was kidnapped by him who was lust after her after having sex with her. He threatened to kill her best friend if she refused to be with him, having no choice, Freda agreed with an intention of killing him. Slowly, she didn't know how this hatred of hers turned into love, something she wasn't willing to let go even if he was indifferent towards her. "You're just one of his sex toys Freda, I was once like you. When he's done with you, he'd trash you," Despite knowing all of this, would she let go or hold on it him? Find out!
Freda POV's "Sit, Freda," Miranda my best friend said as she gestured for me to sit down with a weird expression which got me extremely worried. "What's wrong Miranda," I couldn't help but ask, because since she came back from the mall she's been acting really strange and it's been freaking me out, She sighed and she sat beside me, holding my hands in hers. "I don't know how to say this Freda, but Jake isn't the right man for you," She said and I slowly pulled away my hand from hers, wondering where she got the guts to say that.
Jake and I have been dating for three years now, infact we're already engaged, so I don't know why she'd say such rubbish about him. "You're my friend Miranda, but I won't tolerate it when you say trash about Jake, a man I'm about getting married to," I replied strictly, trying to prevent myself from yelling at her. "I'm sorry Freda, I've caught Jake cheating countless times but I just didn't want to tell you about it because I know how much you love him, but seeing him today at the mall kissing another lady, I couldn't leave with the way he's cheating and disrespecting you," She said and she cleaned the little drop of tears that fell from her eyes. I moved backwards not wanting to believe my ears. "That's a lie Miranda, Jake loves me, he won't cheat on me," I said shaking my head, my legs failed me as it was shaking vigorously with my breathe hitched. "Here, I took a video of them," She said and she gave me her phone which I hurriedly took only to see exactly what Miranda had said, but I was still in denial, refusing to accept the truth right in front of me. "I went to the mall to get some stuffs," she paused and she stared at me who was waiting for her anxiously. "When I got there, I saw him kissing another girl. At first I didn't believe it was him not until he turned around and I got to see his face clearly," She said taking a shaky breath. "J Jake is cheating on me?" I asked no one in particular as her words sunk in, the reality of the situation hit me like a ton of bricks. Tears began to stream down my cheeks, and I struggled to catch my breath. I couldn't believe my boyfriend, the person I loved and trusted had betrayed me in the worst possible way. "It's going to be okay," Miranda said, pulling me into a hug. "I'm here for you, and we'll figure this out."She assured but I was willing to give Jake the benefits of doubt, I didn't want to believe he'd throw away the three good years we've been together, through thick and thin with each other. I quickly pulled away from her arms and I wiped off my face. "I'm going to see Jake, he wouldn't cheat on me, he wouldn't!" I half yelled, refusing to see the truth which was right in front of me. "Oh honey," Miranda said, her voice soft and full of sympathy. I didn't want any fucking sympathy, I just wanted to hear him say all of this was a prank or a dream I needed to wake up from. Without waiting for any further delay, I rushed out of the room. "Freda! Freda! You can't leave, we can go in the Morning," Miranda yelled and she ran after me, but I paid deaf ears to her. I ran across the road, my breath coming in gasps. My heart was racing, and I could feel the adrenaline coursing through my veins. I waved down a cab, and I got in together with Miranda who hurriedly rushed in. "Go!" I yelled at the driver, my voice hoarse from crying. The cab immediately hit the road, the tires squealing as they hit the pavement. I leaned back against the seat, my body trembling. Miranda was silent, but she wrapped her arms around me, giving me comfort. [An hour later] I stumbled out of the cab, and I quickly ran to Jake's apartment. I froze as I saw the high-heeled shoe lying just outside the door of Jake's room. My heart sink, and a wave of nausea hit me, But then i shook my head, trying to push away the dark thoughts that were threatening to overwhelm me. "It's probably just a friend," I assured myself, my voice sounding hollow in my own ears. But even as i said the words, I knew I didn't believe them. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart. I gently pushed the door opened and I walked in only to be welcomed with sounds of moans and a lady's voice screaming for him to go harder. "N no, No!" I yelled and I ran to his room to witness the unholy sight with my two eyes. Jake and Ashley were both naked on the bed having sex, this was the same lady he told me was his cousin sister, meaning I've been played countless times without noticing a thing. How foolish was I to believe him. "Jake!" I yelled, standing by the doorway, my arms folded across my chest. I was trembling with anger, my eyes blazing with fury.Jake sat on the bed, his face pale and his eyes wide with fear. I could see he tried to speak, but the words stuck in his throat. He knew he had finally been caught after all this years of playing me like I was a fool. My voice was cold and hard as I spoke, covering the pains I felt within. "What do you have to say for yourself?" I demanded, my tone leaving no room for excuses. My mouth fell open in shock as Jake stood up completely naked. Instead of the shame or remorse i had expected to see on his face, he was smiling. "You think this is funny?" I asked, my voice at the verge of breaking down. Jake laughed harder, his eyes glinting with amusement. "You're so naïve, it's hilarious," he said, his tone full of mockery. I felt my blood boil, and ny eyes glinting in anger. "Yes I know I deflowered you Freda, but you just sucks on bed okay? You can't even satisfy me. You're a total waste!" I recoiled as if i had been slapped. His words were like a knife to my heart, and i felt my breath caught in my throat. "How dare you," I said, my voice shaking. "I have always given you my all, and this is how you repay me?" Jake scoffed and then a look of contempt passed over his face. "Yeah I know you've been the one paying my bills and all, but you just can't satisfy me like the way she does," he sneered and Ashley smiled running his chest. "Really huh? Is that what you take me for? A sex tool?" I asking hoping he wouldn't say anything that would hurt me further, but instead his next words crushed me. "I know you're daft but I didn't expect you to be this stupid. Fine! From the start I never loved you, but seeing all the good things you provided for me, I decided to give it a try. But now I don't think I can continue this three years of being in a hellhole with you, because I love Ashley," He said seriously without remorse and he kissed her in front of me. Before she could think, I lunged forward and my hand flew out and connected with Jake's face. The sound of the slap echoed in the room, and for a moment the only sound was the ringing in his ears. Jake's hand flew to his face, his eyes wide with shock and pain. "You hit me?" he asked, his voice trembling. "You actually hit me?" "Thanks for making me happy this past three years even if it was all pretense. But I hope we'd never see each other ever again!" I spat and I ran out of the room, letting my tears flow freely. "Hey are you okay?" Miranda asked the moment she saw me, her voice etched with concern and worry. She didn't actually followed me in. I shook my head, unable to speak. Tears streamed down mg cheeks, and I could feel her body shaking. "Come on, let's go home, he doesn't deserve you," She said and she tried to hold me but I moved backwards. "He actually broke up with me because I'm not good on bed," I said choking on my own words. "It hurts like hell Miranda, I'm tired," I cried and she quickly pulled me in her arms. "You'll get through this, it's gonna be fine," She said and I slowly pulled away from her, wiping away the tears in my eyes. "Do you know of any nearby clubhouse? I wanna fuck and get wasted. Only by tasting another dick I'd know if I'm really bad at sex," I stated, feeling the anger shrugging through my veins. I'm tired of been the goody shoes.
Gnero pulled me into his arms, comforting me as I clung to him. The tension between us was electric, our bodies drawn together in a way that needed no words. "I want you," I whispered, our breaths mingling. Those men had told me something that hunted me... They had known that I was a virgin. I could see the way Gnero's eyes were wild with hunger, at least it would be better if my first was my husband even though I never agreed to such a marriage, at least it would be my choice. I placed my hand on his chest, a clear indication of what I wanted even though I didn't know what exactly that I was doing. A smirk played on his lips. "I thought you'd never say it," he murmured, pulling me into a kiss that melted me into him. Vanessa De La Cruz was the first child of the De la Cruz mafia family, she had dreams and aspirations to become the first female Mafia boss in Italy but that was until her father sold her to the Gnero family, a rival and an enemy for generations in other to seal a pact and for information on a secret that Vanessa was not aware of and when she meets Gnero she knows that he was the weapon that had been fashioned against her that was until twenty hours later, her father was murdered in cold blood and she as set up as the traitor of the family, she realizes with horror that Gnero is the only one that can save her.
Marriage was a bed of thorns for Stella. She lived like an overworked and unhappy slave for six years in her matrimonial home. One day, her uncaring husband, Waylon said to her, "Ayla will be back soon. You have to move out tomorrow." "I want a divorce," responded Stella. She left without shedding a tear or trying to change Waylon's stone-cold heart. Days after their divorce, they met again. Stella was in the arms of another man. Waylon's blood boiled at the sight of her looking so happy. "So, you couldn't even wait a while before jumping into another man's arms?" he queried distastefully. "And who are you to question my decision? It's my life, so I call the shots. Stay out of my business!" Stella fired at him before turning to look at her new man with shiny eyes. Waylon immediately lost it.
For the whole 17 years of her existence, Alana did not know the word freedom and happiness having been confined in the basement of her family's house accused of killing her own mother. She's beaten, cursed at, and barely survived from crumbs of food thrown at her. She thought this is her final destiny and has accepted the bitter fate of her life not until the night of her 18th birthday, a mysterious alpha appeared at her door telling her that she is the long-lost daughter of the alpha king and claiming her as his mate he's been looking for several years now.
"You're my wife in name only, on paper only. My heart and love will never be yours." Edward made it clear to Daisy that she was nothing to him. They were both victims of family greed -- the marriage was arranged for them. Six years passed. She remained quiet, gaining a reputation in the army as a tough-as-nails colonel. When she walked into his life again, Edward fell in love with this woman, unlike any he had known. She surprised and delighted him. But will Daisy take him back? Can their son keep them together? Can the rift between them be healed? Pick this one up and find out!
Sandra Hill, the long-lost real heiress of the Hill family, was shunned by her own kin. Instead of embracing her, they bestowed their affection upon an impostor. They even arranged her to marry a vegetative man in place of her so-called “sister”. Sandra sneered, refusing to put up with this humiliation, cut off ties with the Hill family immediately and ran into the flash marriage with Wesley Cooper, her unconscious billionaire husband. With her incredible medical skills, she defied the odds and revived him. Little did she expect that her husband spoiled her with all his love... A medical genius, a computer prodigy, a national treasure in painting, and a racing legend... Her husband revealed her various identities, leaving the Hill family regretful. Her father came pleading, "It's Dad's fault. Please come back." Her mother wept, "Mom will protect you from now on. Please come back." Even her five brothers knelt before he, begging for forgiveness. Yet, Sandra's smile held a hint of mockery as she vowed, “Never!”
For ten years, Daniela showered her ex-husband with unwavering devotion, only to discover she was just his biggest joke. Feeling humiliated yet determined, she finally divorced him. Three months later, Daniela returned in grand style. She was now the hidden CEO of a leading brand, a sought-after designer, and a wealthy mining mogul—her success unveiled at her triumphant comeback. Her ex-husband’s entire family rushed over, desperate to beg for forgiveness and plead for another chance. Yet Daniela, now cherished by the famed Mr. Phillips, regarded them with icy disdain. "I’m out of your league."
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!”