"Excuse me, sir?" I inquired, taken aback by his directive. "If I don't see you in the next thirty minutes," he said, his tone ice-cold and authoritative, "I will make sure to inform the financial department to remove a substantial amount from your salary as a punishment for your blatant insubordination. And trust me, I will most certainly follow through on this." "But sir, I live quite a distance from the office, and thirty minutes simply won't be enough time for me to reach there, especially considering it's already midday," I said, anxiously checking the time on my phone screen and hoping he would understand my predicament. "If I don't see you today, I promise you that, I will punish you in such a way that it's gonna hurt you so bad" he said, as he switched of the phone. "Is this the tormentor sent straight from the depths of hell to turn my life into a never-ending, infernal circus of torment?" I quipped to myself, half amused and half incredulous, as I rushed hurriedly towards the safety of my room, pondering the absurdity of my situation. Ayra Malik, an ordinary Casino worker finds herself embroiled in a high-stakes drama when her co-worker impersonated her identity by claiming she was her after successfully stealing an Engraved bracelet from a casino client. Caspian Hawthorne a wealthy business tycoon who has ties with the owner of the Casino accused Ayra Malik of theft and immediately instructed for her apprehension without meeting her in person. When the lady in question insisted that she hasn't stolen any bracelet and infact, hasn't met with the client, Caspian decided that he should pay the lady a visit at the Police division where she was detained but on reaching there, he discovered that he was wrong and the lady is totally not the one at the suite.
AYRA'S POV;
"Ayra, Ayra," a voice pierced through the haze of my sleep.
"Today, aren't you heading to work?" the voice persisted.
"Melissa?" I mumbled, my mind struggling to surface from the depths of slumber. "You're back?" I asked groggily, attempting to stretch.
"Yes, and do you know what time it is?" she pressed, yanking the duvet off me.
"Unless you want Mr. Larsson to dock a day off your roster," she teased, playfully swatting me with a pillow.
After several futile attempts, I finally managed to drag myself out of bed.
"Welcome back. How was the night shift?" I asked as she sat on the bed, preparing to sleep.
"Busy as usual," she replied, her eyes heavy with exhaustion.
"Have you already taken your bath?" I inquired, noticing she was about to lie down.
"Yes. What's the point of working there if you can't at least grab a shower?" she murmured, already drifting towards sleep. "Please, make sure to wake me up at 4 PM. I'm not sure I'll wake up on my own," she requested, her yawn wide and weary.
"Sure, I will," I promised.
"Skipping breakfast?" I asked, but she was already asleep.
I rushed to the bathroom to shower and get ready for work.
My name is Ayra Malik, and I'm twenty-three. The lady fast asleep in the bedroom is Melissa Shawn, my best friend, roommate, and one of my favorite people. She knows almost everything about me, though not quite everything.
We both work at the city's top-rated casino. Melissa prefers the night shift for the extra tips at the underground casino, despite coming home every morning utterly spent. I, on the other hand, work in the hotel section. I'd rather avoid the older men's inappropriate advances-especially the ones old enough to be my father.
After dressing quickly, I left the house, closing the door softly to avoid waking Melissa.
"Morning, Ayra. Ready for work?" greeted Mr. Garrett, our kind landlord, as he tended to his flowers.
"Morning, Mr. Garrett. Had a good night?" I asked, smiling.
"Yes, and you?" he responded as I rummaged through my bag.
"Same," I replied.
Mr. Garrett is a generous man, though his wife is less so. He has three children: two daughters in high school and a young son who still lives at home.
"Mr. Garrett, here's our contribution for this week's water supply," I said, handing him the money.
"Thanks. Have a nice day at work," he wished me as I hurried away.
I rushed to the bus station, where my usual ride awaited.
"Good morning, Mr. Alfred," I greeted the bus driver, a sheepish smile on my face.
"You're always running late, Ayra," he noted with a smile.
I didn't argue; I knew he was right.
Gripping the sturdy bus handle for support, I stood among the crowd. The bus was always packed as we headed to work in the affluent part of town. Most of us held menial jobs-drivers, cleaners, nannies-roles that kept us in the lower echelons of society.
As soon as we arrived at the bus station, I bid Mr. Alfred a quick goodbye and hurried off. The walk from the bus station to my workplace was a kilometer long, a factor that often made me late.
Adjusting my bag on my shoulder, I felt the weight of the day ahead as I approached the towering edifice of Eclipse Edge Casino. The vibrant energy of the bustling establishment infused me with a sense of anticipation.
"Good morning, Ayra," Collins, one of the receptionists, greeted with a playful grin. "Welcome to Eclipse Edge Casino, Ma'am. How may we assist you today?" His cheerful demeanor added warmth to the bustling casino lobby.
"Collins, let me be. I'm already late," I said with a hurried smile, heading towards the changing room.
"Ayra, always in a rush," Mr. Larsson, head of the cleaning department, remarked.
"Sorry, Sir," I replied, knowing I couldn't keep making excuses.
"The occupant of room fifty-two just checked out. Go clean up," he instructed before turning to leave, whistling as he scanned the building.
"Good morning, Sir," Collins greeted him respectfully.
"Morning, Collins," he replied in a somewhat bossy tone. "Did you prepare the bill correctly for the guest who just checked out?" he asked, his tone expectant.
"Not at all, Sir," Collins assured him confidently.
"Good," Mr. Larsson replied, ascending the stairs.
I couldn't help but smile. Despite being only the head of the cleaning department, Mr. Larsson often acted as if he wielded more authority. It wasn't his place to question the billing, yet he felt the need to assert himself. Quite amusing, isn't it?
I swiftly changed into my uniform, secured my apron, donned my black shoes, and gathered my cleaning supplies before heading out.
"I thoug........",. "That's my problem with you Miss Natasha, you always think and act, forgetting that you have to seek for my consent first." Mr Anthony interrupted. " I am Beverly's father and it is my sole responsibility to decide if my daughter should go anywhere. it seems you are forgetting your place Miss Natasha". He said as he angrily storm out of the house, leaving me standing with a blurry vision. Mr Anthony Devale is a billionaire who recently annulled his marriage with his wife. But the problem is, he has a three years old daughter that needs to be taking care of. Meanwhile, Miss Natasha Evans badly needs a Job to take care of her sick younger brother who has been diagnosed with a heart disease and a large sum of money is needed for the corrective surgery. Natasha saw an advertisement for the position of a nanny from Job vacancy app with a very good pay. She wasted no time to jump for the offer.
Endless caresses, endless kisses. Clinging to him as if her life depended on it, her body ached for more and she arched into the touch to receive more, more pleasure. "Oh darling, you taste so delicious, I can't get enough." He rubbed himself against her, telling her how much he wanted her, his deep, gruff voice resonating in her head. Her body also desired him. "Come for me, baby," He gave the order, and her body obeyed, following his command. "No!" she yelled, opening her eyes abruptly. Feeling confused and guilty, she gasped and sat up in bed. Scarlett's life takes an unexpected when she discovers that she is pregnant by a stranger with whom she had a one-night stand. She was humiliated and disowned by her parents. She ran away from the pack to start a new life. Will Scarlett find her way back to the father of her kids? What happens when he finds her and does everything possible to make her his? Will they scale through the challenges that life would throw at them? ***** Scarlett wakes up in bed with a stranger and doesn't even remember how she got there. She later discovers that the man she spent that night with was the Lycan King.
“You need a bride, I need a groom. Why don’t we get married?” Both abandoned at the altar, Elyse decided to tie the knot with the disabled stranger from the venue next door. Pitying his state, she vowed to spoil him once they were married. Little did she know that he was actually a powerful tycoon. Jayden thought Elyse only married him for his money, and planned to divorce her when she was no longer of use to him. But after becoming her husband, he was faced with a new dilemma. “She keeps asking for a divorce, but I don’t want that! What should I do?”
In order to fulfill her grandfather's last wish, Stella entered into a hasty marriage with an ordinary man she had never met before. However, even after becoming husband and wife on paper, they each led separate lives, barely crossing paths. A year later, Stella returned to Seamarsh City, hoping to finally meet her mysterious husband. To her astonishment, he sent her a text message, unexpectedly pleading for a divorce without ever having met her in person. Gritting her teeth, Stella replied, "So be it. Let’s get a divorce!" Following that, Stella made a bold move and joined the Prosperity Group, where she became a public relations officer that worked directly for the company’s CEO, Matthew. The handsome and enigmatic CEO was already bound in matrimony, and was known to be unwaveringly devoted to his wife in private. Unbeknownst to Stella, her mysterious husband was actually her boss, in his alternate identity! Determined to focus on her career, Stella deliberately kept her distance from the CEO, although she couldn't help but notice his deliberate attempts to get close to her. As time went on, her elusive husband had a change of heart. He suddenly refused to proceed with the divorce. When would his alternate identity be uncovered? Amidst a tumultuous blend of deception and profound love, what destiny awaited them?
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.
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 lan begged her not to leave him?
On the day of their wedding anniversary, Joshua's mistress drugged Alicia, and she ended up in a stranger's bed. In one night, Alicia lost her innocence, while Joshua's mistress carried his child in her womb. Heartbroken and humiliated, Alicia demanded a divorce, but Joshua saw it as yet another tantrum. When they finally parted ways, she went on to become a renowned artist, sought out and admired by everyone. Consumed by regret, Joshua darkened her doorstep in hopes of reconciliation, only to find her in the arms of a powerful tycoon. "Say hello to your sister-in-law."