"Amelia Murphy, you will pay what the Murphy family owes me!" The only thought that occupies Jasper Turner's mind when he threw Amelia Murphy into a mental hospital just to torture and humilate her. Two years later, he married her in order to add more miseries in her life, "Why do you want to marry me now?" She asked him in a teary voice. He stared at her blankly, shook his head in disbelief and then said, "Don't be delusional, It's just another way to make your life more miserable." Although he had always hated her, he had never allowed anyone to hurt her except himself.Amelia Murphy endured everything and kept searching for the evidence that will prove the whole Murphy family innocent. Later, after so many hurdles she finally found the evidence of their innocence and threw them on Jasper Turner's face. Her patience had already left her long back. She took a deep sigh when she got the flashes of her husband's torturous behavior in front of her watery eyes. With hunched shoulders and defeated voice she told him, "I didn't owe you anything Mr. Jasper. I never did." At that moment Jasper realized that Amelia was much more than a mere revenge to him. He didn't know when she became his whole world. The thought of her leaving him was not less than a nightmare to him. "Amelia, forgive me. I beg you, my love!" He whispered in her ear and then continued." Don't leave me, I won't be able to live without you." Listening to his plea, she gave a hurtful laugh, " Do you think I will believe any of your words now?" "Amelia.." He started but she showed him her palm and then mumbled," None of your theraterical drama will work on me, Jasper Turner." "Just believe me one last time. Give me one last chance, please." He folded his hands in front of her. The moment she turned to leave, his words stopped her in her tracks, " Do you want our children to grow up without their father?"
Talisa's POV
I walked into my room right after taking a shower only to see my mother digging though something.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"Nothing of your business." She snapped.
"What are you looking for?"
"Oh shut up" She snapped again.
I walked closer to get a better look. My eyes widened at what she was doing.
"What are you doing? That's my money!" I exclaimed; trying to get my wallet out of her hand
"I said shut up! Your money is my money anyways. I raised you for 17 years and you can't even think to spare your own mother a couple of dollars?" She asked.
"But you always take my money; and it's never a little bit. I work hard for that money, mother." I said; softly.
"I don't care!" She shouted. "Now, I'll be back later tonight, alright?" She asked.
"Where are you going?" I pushed, still not receiving any answer.
"Again, none of your business." She said and stormed out of my room.
There was only one place that my mother always goes to, and that was the bar.
I just sighed and locked my bedroom door so I could change. After putting my pajamas on, I opened up my room to go make dinner for my parents but then was stopped by my father standing by my doorway.
"I-I-I was just going down to make dinner." I said
"And while you're at it; clean our bedrooms and rake the front yard. "He ordered.
"Yes sir" I nodded.
"I am not your fucking alpha; do not call me sir; I am your father, therefore, you call me father. Understood?" He said and grabbed my chin roughly.
"Yes" I muttered out; nodding.
"Very well, now go." He said and slapped my cheek so that my head snapped to the side.
I lightly brushed passed him and speed-walked downstairs into the kitchen. I paid not mind to his actions. I've gotten used to the casual slap across the face or the daily scolding. I used to hate my life, I still do, but this is what it is and I can't change that. I figured that accepting life for what it is would make time here more bearable. I turned the stove on and got ingredients and quickly made a pot of spaghetti and meatballs. After, I obeyed my fathers' rules and went outside to rake the front yard.
"Hey loser! Doing slave work again?" A random guy shouted at me from the dirt path and his friends laugh along with him.
I just rolled my eyes and continued raking the leaves.
"You missed a spot!" He shouted as him and his friends once again laughed at me.
I just kept ignoring them and thank god they shut up and left me alone after that, finally leaving the path.
We all lived in homes but since we are all werewolves we had to live in the woods. It's basically like living on a normal street except there are dirt roads and paths instead. There was the pack house that the alpha and his family and close friends of them lived in. The pack house was like a mansion. It was like 3 stories high, had dozens of bedrooms, and had almost anything you'd ever dreamed of in it. Must be nice.
Then there were the regular houses that me and everyone else lived in. Faris Ford, is soon to be alpha and is pretty easy on the eyes but yet a dickhead at its finest. Everyone worshiped the ground him and his family walked on. His family has been leading our pack for generation upon generations. I wouldn't be surprised if one day they would create their own religion for everyone to waste precious years of their lives on. They were nice people when they wanted to be, but besides that, our pack alright, but I only say that because I've heard of worse.
Ever since I was a little girl, everyone liked everyone, well, except me. Everyone hates me and to this day I cannot understand why. Girls have no reason to be jealous of me because everything about them is twice fold than me. Most she-wolves are the most gorgeous things ever created, as for me? I wish I could say the same. Are they bitchy? Hell yeah but gorgeous and I hate to admit it. Every guy here is designed like a god. Not all of their faces are attractive per se but their bodies are. Most of us are skinny and curvy. But there are a couple of girls who are a little overweight and then very overweight but I don't judge them.
After I finally finished raking the lawn, I went back inside to clean my parents' bedroom. As soon as I walked in there, I quickly covered my eyes as I saw my father, naked, trying to get dressed.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" He shouted at me while putting his boxers on.
"I-I'm sorry but you told me to clean your bedroom, sir-- I mean father." I stuttered; afraid of what he was going to do to me.
"Haven't you ever heard of knocking?!" He still shouted, walking towards me.
My heart started to pick up pace as I saw the expression on his face.
Anger. Evil. Pure evil.
"I'm sorry" I said lowly.
"Sorry doesn't cut it! Did you see anything?!" He shouted.
Uh, well this is embarrassing.
"N-no" I responded.
"Liar!" He said and slapped me right across my cheek.
I winced and cupped my cheek at the stinging sensation I felt because of it.
"No, please! I really didn't, father, I swear." I said.
I really didn't see anything though. Maybe his ass but that's it but I sure as hell was not going to tell him that.
He narrowed his eyes at me before pushing me out of his way to walk down the stairs.
"I want my bedroom cleaned in 20 minutes. If not... Well you know what happens." He stared me in the eyes with a cruel look in his eyes before turned back around and heading to the kitchen.
I sighed in relief as I walked into their bedroom and a nasty smell pierced through my nose.
These people are disgusting.
In Riomar City, a piece of news dominated today's trending headlines. "One Of Five! Which Wimbleson Boy Will Become This Woman's Husband?" Everyone was shocked after seeing this mysterious woman's photo. How could a bumpkin be worthy of these men? Unexpectedly, her various identities slapped everyone's faces. The Blueby Enterprise's secret president? The most famous singer Esmeralda? The mysterious racer? ... After she revealed all her secrets, could she still be unworthy?
"At the charity gala seven years ago, Angela McGraw accidentally had a one-night stand with Caballero Hamilton, the most powerful man in New York and got pregnant. In order to avoid him, Angela hid herself in a remote village. Seven years later, Angela's naughty twins hacked Caballero's computer! Unsurprisingly, Angela and the two kids were found. To give the two kids a complete family, Angela married Caballero based on a contract. Since then, sparks had been kindled between them. However, no one believed that the marriage between a rich CEO and a humble village girl would last. But as Angela's true identities were revealed, all the doubts disappeared. Who said they were not a good match? They were just made for each other!"
There was only one man in Raegan's heart, and it was Mitchel. In the second year of her marriage to him, she got pregnant. Raegan's joy knew no bounds. But before she could break the news to her husband, he served her divorce papers because he wanted to marry his first love. After an accident, Raegan lay in the pool of her own blood and called out to Mitchel for help. Unfortunately, he left with his first love in his arms. Raegan escaped death by the whiskers. Afterward, she decided to get her life back on track. Her name was everywhere years later. Mitchel became very uncomfortable. For some reason, he began to miss her. His heart ached when he saw her all smiles with another man. He crashed her wedding and fell to his knees while she was at the altar. With bloodshot eyes, he queried, "I thought you said your love for me is unbreakable? How come you are getting married to someone else? Come back to me!"
I wasn't sure I wanted to get involved with someone so powerful. The energy he exuded the last time he was around was frightening as well as fascinating. But my curiosity got the better of me. "Go ahead then. I'm all ears." Right when I believed he was going to go ahead and spill it out, he took an unexpected action. Something so obnoxious and with so much authority. He says in a shrill voice. "I'd like to meet you tomorrow by two at Kincaid. I have a deal for you." And hangs up immediately after saying that. Adriana is faced with a choice to accept the Lycan king's proposal and take revenge on her ex-mate and Alia, her home wrecker or live like a rogue for the rest of her life. Everything was taken away from Adriana. She was heartbroken and dejected, so she left. Circumstances bring her back and she meets Alpha King Ares. The most feared and revered Lycan. He was feared in both the human and Lycan world. He presents an offer before her but she feared for the result of getting involved with such a man. What happens when their path is deviated by fate and they realize that they can't do without each other? Will they succeed in defeating their enemies and conquering the challenges that life will throw their way?
Everyone was shocked to the bones when the news of Rupert Benton's engagement broke out. It was surprising because the lucky girl was said to be a plain Jane, who grew up in the countryside and had nothing to her name. One evening, she showed up at a banquet, stunning everyone present. "Wow, she's so beautiful!" All the men drooled, and the women got so jealous. What they didn't know was that this so-called country girl was actually an heiress to a billion-dollar empire. It wasn't long before her secrets came to light one after the other. The elites couldn't stop talking about her. "Holy smokes! So, her father is the richest man in the world?" "She's also that excellent, but mysterious designer who many people adore! Who would have guessed?" Nonetheless, people thought that Rupert didn't love her. But they were in for another surprise. Rupert released a statement, silencing all the naysayers. "I'm very much in love with my beautiful fiancee. We will be getting married soon." Two questions were on everyone's minds: "Why did she hide her identity? And why was Rupert in love with her all of a sudden?"
For as long as Emily can remember, she has wanted to overcome her shyness and explore her sexuality. Still, everything changes when she receives an invitation to visit one of the town's most prestigious BDSM clubs, DESIRE'S DEN. On the day she chose to peruse the club, she noticed three men, all dressed in suits, standing on the upper level, near the railing. Despite her limited vision, she persisted in fixating on them. Their towering statues belied the toned bodies concealed by their sharply tailored suits-or so she could tell. The hair of two of them was short and dark, and the third had light brown-possibly blond-hair that reached the shoulders. The dark, crimson background incised their figures, exuding an air of mystery and strength. They stood in stark contrast to the unfiltered, primal energy that pulsed through the club. Shocked by the desires these men aroused in her, she was disappointed to learn that they were masters seeking a slave to divide and conquer. She couldn't afford the fee, and she also realized that they were outside her league. Emily hurriedly left the club, feeling disappointed and depressed, unaware that she had also caught the group's attention. A world of wicked pleasure, three handsome men. Over the years, they have lived a life of decadence, their lavish lair serving as a stage for their most sinister desires. But despite the unending parade of willing subjects, one woman sticks out. A mysterious stranger with white porcelain skin and a killer body, a slave, a name with no address, the first lady to attract their eye and they will go to any length to obtain her no matter the consequences.
"You're mine, little puppy," Kylan growled against my neck. A soft gasp escaped my lips as his lips brushed my skin. My mind screamed at me to push him away-the Lycan Prince who had humiliated me again and again, but my body betrayed me, leaning into him before I could stop myself. He pressed his lips against mine, and his kiss grew more aggressive, more possessive as I felt my legs weaken. What was I doing? In a split-second, I pulled away and slapped him hard across the face. Kylan's eyes darkened, but the smirk on his lips exposed his amusement. "You and I both know we can't fight this, Violet," he said, gripping my wrist. "You're my mate." "And yet you don't want me," I replied. "You told me you were ashamed of me, that l'd never be your queen, that you'd never love me. So please, accept my rejection and let me go." "Never," he whispered, his grip tightening as he pulled me closer. "Soon enough, you'll be begging for me. and when you do-I'll use you as I see fit and then I'll reject you."
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.