Elaina Gainsford had been a married woman for two years, yet the only chances she got to see her husband were the times when he was on TV. Therefore, she divorced him later. To her surprise, the day after the divorce, he frequently came into her sight. He first asked her to help his girlfriend, and then he claimed to woo her. "Jalen Halton, do you know who I am?" she asked him. "Of course. You are the internationally famous Dr. Gainsford, the renowned painter, Damon Dorthea's last student, the top hacker Elevan, and the founder of a high-end clothing brand. What other identities do you have? Tell me. I'm all ears." Jalen was so confident. He thought that he already knew everything about Elaina. "In fact..." Elaina leaned close to him and whispered in his ear, "I am also your ex-wife."
Penny's POV
The morning sunlight streamed in through the sheer window curtains, making it impossible for me to get even one more minute of sleep. I groaned and rolled over, trying to decide the most productive way to spend my last free week of summer before rush week took place and consumed all of my time.
Kelly had somehow managed to talk me into joining a sorority, how she'd done it was still a mystery to even myself. Her family is full of legacies, something I had to google in order to understand, and since we've been attached at the hip since birth she insisted I partook in the experience with her.
"It would so cool, Penny! Think about it! We would officially be sisters. Not that we aren't already, but you get what I'm saying," she replied while waving her hand in front of her flippantly. I giggled, remembering how excited she'd been when we held the initial conversation a couple weeks prior. It was obvious none of that excitement had died down since then. The truth was, it was only partially because of her excitement that I agreed to go through with the whole thing. The other reason was that I've never been one to say no to someone - especially when it comes to the happiness of those I deeply care about. I glanced around the now-barren walls of my bedroom that had once been littered with photos of me throughout my life. I let out a deep sigh, letting my mind wander to memories of my childhood.
A small smile rested upon my face as I thought about how Kelly and I came to be friends. She was in the delivery room next to my own at the hospital and the story is that we were both extremely fussy, constantly crying. When the labor and delivery ward became more crowded, they were forced to move Kelly's mother into my own mother's room to make room for the numerous incoming deliveries. They were shocked when Kelly and I both ceased our crying the second we were near. They tested the theory by removing one of us from the room and, sure enough, we both started screaming again. It wasn't until both of our families were discharged and sent home that they discovered that our families were, in fact, neighbors. Kelly and I have been inseparable ever since. Rumor has it we even took our first poop together. I giggled at the thought. Had my grandparents not left their beautiful three-story family home to my mom and dad when they retired and uprooted their lives to Spain, my parents would have been forced to move into a dinky apartment clear across town - separating Kelly and I forever.
With my mom falling pregnant with me at sixteen after a careless-prom-night-gone-wrong, she just wasn't ever able to attend college and get an education further than her high school diploma. Even that, within itself, was difficult for her to obtain; or so she's told me on numerous occasions when lecturing me on waiting until marriage to have sex.
Thankfully for my mom and dad's sake, though, my dad's parents were completely loaded and absolutely adored my mother - even after they found out about her trailer park background. I remember her telling me how she'd been terrified they would treat her how everyone one else in town did when they found out about her roots, but they took her in as if she were one of their own. After finding out she was carrying their first grandchild, they bought everything needed to raise me comfortably and even let my mom permanently move into one of their many guest rooms.
Because my dad was a year older than my mom, he ended up leaving her to take care of me by herself while he went to college at Princeton. I couldn't believe it when my mom told me that piece of information. It was no wonder I had absolutely no early memories of my father. When I was younger, my mom told me a sugar-coated version of the story; how my father just wasn't ever able to make it home, even on holiday breaks, because he was too busy with his studies. Turns out, that wasn't the truth.
He'd chosen to stay away and attend every party he possibly could while leaving my mother and me at home, waiting until late in the night for his infrequent calls. While I wasn't my mother, I couldn't understand how she'd completely forgiven him for all those years of utter abandonment. I also wasn't able to understand how my dad could leave my mother behind without the intention of calling and checking in every once in a while. He hadn't even attended my birth, claiming he had an important fraternity function he just couldn't miss.
Priorities I guess.
I couldn't help but let his past influence my attitude towards him. I was constantly battling with myself and the resentment I felt towards him to this day, unsure if I was right to harbor those negative thoughts or just be thankful for what he could provide now that his degree had secured him a good job.
Because I guess there's always some bad with the good, isn't there? And his business and financing degree and job weren't the only positive thing that came from my father's absence; he also used it to help my mom set up her very own floral shop in town.
My mom has always been completely obsessed with flowers ever since before I could even remember – hence my name. My Grandma even went so far as to fire her full-time landscaper and give the job to my mom just a few months after she first moved in. The extra income the store brought in came in handy when my younger sister's birth came out of nowhere after I'd turned fourteen.
Joelle thought she could change Adrian's heart after three years of marriage, but she realized too late that it already belonged to another woman. "Give me a baby, and I'll set you free." The day Joelle went into labor, Adrian was traveling with his mistress on his private jet. "I don't care whom you love. My debt is paid. From now on, we have nothing to do with each other." Not long after Joelle left, Adrian found himself begging on his knees. "Please come back to me."
"Is it considered betrayal to develop feelings for your best friend's boyfriend? What about when fate intervenes, and he turns out to be your destined mate? You might think it's luck and thank the moon goddess for such a twist of fate. That's what I believed until the love of my life uttered those dreaded words: 'I want a divorce!' As I stared at the pregnancy test in my hands, I realized it was better to keep my secret to myself. My name is Violet, and this is my story."
"I'm going to tell you what I have in mind," he murmured. "First you're going to strip down until you're completely naked," he whispered against her ear. "Then I'm going to tie you up so you're completely powerless and subject to my every whim." "Mmm, sounds good so far," she murmured. "Then I'm going to insert a plug to prepare you for me. After that I'm going to spank that sweet ass of yours until it's rosy with my marks." She shivered uncontrollably, her mind exploding with the images he evoked. She let out a small whimper as he sucked the lobe of her ear into his mouth. God, she could cum with just his words. She was already aching with need. Her nipples tingled and hardened to painful points. Her clit pulsed and twitched between her legs until she clamped her thighs together to alleviate the burn. "And then I'm going to f**k your mouth. But I won't cum. Not yet. When I'm close, I'll flog you again until your ass is burning and you're on fire with the need for relief. And then I'm going to f**k that ass. I'm going to take you hard and rough, to the very limits of what you can withstand. I won't be gentle. Not tonight. I'm going to take you as roughly as you can stand. And then I'm going to cum all over your ass. Are you ready to be completely and utterly dominated?"
Elena, once a pampered heiress, suddenly lost everything when the real daughter framed her, her fiancé ridiculed her, and her adoptive parents threw her out. They all wanted to see her fall. But Elena unveiled her true identity: the heiress of a massive fortune, famed hacker, top jewelry designer, secret author, and gifted doctor. Horrified by her glorious comeback, her adoptive parents demanded half her newfound wealth. Elena exposed their cruelty and refused. Her ex pleaded for a second chance, but she scoffed, “Do you think you deserve it?” Then a powerful magnate gently proposed, “Marry me?”
Chloe Miler, a naïve young woman, waits shyly to spend Valentine's Day with her boyfriend, but is betrayed on that day when she witnesses him entangled in bed with her own sister. Chloe's heart is broken when her heartfelt love for him is trampled on in an instant. *** Lionel Williams, the mysterious billionaire, the top of the pyramid, is handsome as hell. His eyes are set high, but he is drugged, has a one-night stand with a strange woman, and is humiliated by that unknowing woman with her money! His instincts tell him it's not that simple, and he's going to find her out!
Lucia Balstone thought she had chosen the right man to spend the rest of her life with, but he was the one who ended her life. Their ten-year marriage seemed like a joke when her husband stabbed her with a dagger. Fortunately, God is never blind to people's tears. Lucia got a second chance. She was reborn at the age of 22, before all the terrible things had happened. This time, she was determined to avenge herself and let those who hurt her pay! She made an elaborate list of her goals, and the first thing on her list was to marry her ex-husband's enemy, Alonso Callen!