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I am getting married to the love of my life, my university lover, Cornell Smith. I had actually dreamt of this day to come, picturing it in my mind thousands of times. It felt incredible to finally see it turning into reality. As I stood behind the curtains, waiting for my cue, my heart raced with excitement. I have sacrificed a lot for this day to finally come.
Ava
I am getting married to the love of my life, my university lover, Cornell Smith. I had actually dreamt of this day to come, picturing it in my mind thousands of times. It felt incredible to finally see it turning into reality. As I stood behind the curtains, waiting for my cue, my heart raced with excitement.
Back then, during his final years at the university, I had supported him in every possible way I could. We were inseparable, two halves of a whole. I paid his school fees with my own and sacrificed a lot to ensure his dreams didn't shatter. It was the things I did for love, and I wouldn't change it for anything.
Cornell is the prodigal son to Mr. Morocco Smith, one of the richest billionaire in town but Ava didn't know this.
The sweet romantic song started playing, signalling my grand entrance. Closing my eyes for a brief moment, I took a deep breath to calm my jittery nerves. I had been waiting for this moment for so long that it almost felt surreal. Then, I stepped forward, my white ivory gown flowing gracefully behind me.
Walking down the aisle, I glanced at my best friend, who was my chief bridesmaid. She walked behind me with a smile on her face and it was obvious she was genuinely happy for me. We had been together for years, and her support meant the world to me.
As I walked down the aisle, rows of gilded chairs lined either side of the aisle, each decorated with delicate lace sashes tied in pristine bows. The guests, dressed in their finest attire, were seated. Their faces were showing their genuine smiles. The room was filled with families and friends.
Soon, my gaze met the tender, loving eyes of my soon-to-be spouse. The aisle stretched before me and each step I took felt more confident than the last; guided by love.
As I reached the end of the aisle, my gaze locked with his. He looked dashing in his suit, waiting for me at the altar.
We stood there, ready to exchange our vows. The words we had carefully chosen to express our love and commitment spilled effortlessly from our lips. We sealed our love with a passionate kiss as the room erupted in applause and cheers There after the vow, we were invited to the dance floor.
After the dance, he gave me a peck on my forehead and stepped out, saying he would be right back. I watched him walk away, proud to call him my husband. I am now Mrs Ava Smith, bearing his last name.
A few minutes after he left, I received an envelope from my security who said a stranger had given it to him to deliver to me. Of course, it's my wedding day. It should be a gift. Curiosity got the better of me as I eagerly opened the envelope and brought out the gift. To my surprise, it was a naked picture of my husband and my best friend in a hotel room. My heart sank, and my mind couldn't process anything at the moment.
The last time I remember, back then in university, my best friend would always tell me that my boyfriend was no match for me. She claimed he couldn't satisfy me emotionally or intellectually, and that I deserved better.
Devastated and confused, I tried not to break down emotionally as I walked out, going to search for my best friend. I had to confront her, to understand what had driven her to betray me in such a way. As I made my way through the crowd, I forced myself to smile, smiling at those who approached me and saying congratulations.
Finally, I reached the door leading to a corridor at a back coney as I pushed open the door, revealing a scene I never wanted to witness.
There they were. My husband, kissing my best friend as they were already half-naked. He had told me he was going to greet his co-workers. What then is he doing in this lonely back coney with my best friend? Their actions depicted a betrayal that cut me to the core. My tears flowed uncontrollably as I struggled to comprehend how the two people I trusted the most could hurt me in this way.
As I stood there, frozen in shock, unable to comprehend the betrayal before my eyes, I could feel hot tears streaming down my eyes as their gaze was on me without any remorse.
"Isabella, Why? I thought you were my best friend? You broke my trust." my words weary as I ran out.
That evening, the pain consumed me as I made my way to a club. My heart was heavy with the weight of my troubled thoughts. In the place where I sat, my eyes shifted to a man seated in his own company as his gaze was fixed on me, giving me a seductive gaze.
While I ordered for a drink at the bar, "hey beautiful?" A voice said as I turned and looked. The man was standing right behind me.
"Hi." I replied as I took the drinks I ordered for and was walking towards my sitting position and he followed me.
"Mind I join you?" He asked.
Of course, I needed someone's company. Especially this moment I'm trying to forget my pain.
"Sure." I replied with a smile as we sat opposite each other.
Before I knew it, the drinks flowed freely as we conversed. Despite being old, he was fun to be with.
As the night progressed, the alcohol was already taking control of us as I found myself giving him a lap dance while his hands moved carelessly around my body. Touching every part of my body. This was the last scene I can clearly remember.
Awakening the next morning, my body ached from the exertion of the previous night as I realised I was on a bed in a room, not just a room but a hotel room and I was fully naked, covered with the duvet. My gaze quickly shifted to the other side of the bed as I saw a man sleeping beside me. The man I met at the club...
Soon, I heard him speak.
"You are so sweet. You gave me different styles and I loved them. How much is your money?"
Money? I guess he assumes and see me as a whore. I wouldn't blame him.
Alice was desperate for money and had no other options. She had been searching for a job for months and when she saw the opportunity of being in a contracted relationship for a large sum of money, she jumped at the chance. Alice had no idea what she was getting into. The CEO of the company, Damon, was a cruel and demanding man. He offered Alice a contract where she would be his "girlfriend" for the next 31 days and he would pay her a large sum of money. Alice signed the contract without hesitation, desperate for the money. On their first night together, Damon was cold and uninterested when Alice revealed to him that she was a virgin, he immediately rejected her and sent her home. Alice was heartbroken and humiliated but it didn't end there.
"Suck my nipples, now!" He ordered before he spoke again. "Yes! I Own you! You are mine alone. Remember you are indebted to me. If you can't accept that fact, walk away from me and be imprisoned. The choice is yours." He said. His name was CEO Evidence. He own a condom company. He was arrogant and was a young billionaire of every woman's dream. He was addicted to sex. He thought that since 90% of women craved to have him, he would never get rejected by any lady but what happens when the arrogant Sex God who was every woman's dream got rejected by a commoner whom he claimed to love? Will he pleasure himself with her body by force? Or he would wait until the day she accept to willingly give her body to him?
"You're a creepy bastard." His eyes smolder me and his answering grin is nothing short of beautiful. Deadly. "Yet you hunger for me. Tell me, this appetite of yours, does it always tend toward 'creepy bastards'?" **** Widower and ex-boss to the Mafia, Zefiro Della Rocca, has an unhealthy fixation on the woman nextdoor. It began as a coincidence, growing into mere curiosity, and soon, it was an itch he couldn't ignore, like a quick fix of crack for an addict. He didn't know her name, but he knew every inch of her skin, how it flushed when she climaxed, her favourite novel and that every night she contemplated suicide. He didn't want to care, despising his rapt fascination of the woman. She was in love with her abusive husband. She was married, bound by a contract to the Bratva's hitman. She was off-limits. But when Zefiro wanted something, it was with an intensity that bordered on madness. He obsessed, possessed, owned. There'd be bloodshed if he touched her, but the sight of blood always did fascinate him. * When Susanna flees from her husband, she stumbles right into the arms of her devilishly handsome neighbour with a brooding glare. He couldn't stand her, but she needed him, if she was ever going to escape her husband who now wanted her dead. Better the devil you know than the angel you don't. She should have recalled that before hopping into Zefiro's car and letting him whisk her away to Italy. Maybe then, she wouldn't have started an affair with him. He was the only man who touched her right, and the crazy man took no small pains in ensuring he would be the last.
After two years of marriage, Sadie was finally pregnant. Filled with hope and joy, she was blindsided when Noah asked for a divorce. During a failed attempt on her life, Sadie found herself lying in a pool of blood, desperately calling Noah to ask him to save her and the baby. But her calls went unanswered. Shattered by his betrayal, she left the country. Time passed, and Sadie was about to be wed for a second time. Noah appeared in a frenzy and fell to his knees. "How dare you marry someone else after bearing my child?"
On her wedding day, Khloe’s sister connived with her groom, framing her for a crime she didn’t commit. She was sentenced to three years in prison, where she endured much suffering. When Khloe was finally released, her evil sister used their mother to coerce Khloe into an indecent liaison with an elderly man. As fate would have it, Khloe crossed paths with Henrik, the dashing yet ruthless mobster who sought to alter the course of her life. Despite Henrik’s cold exterior, he cherished Khloe like no other. He helped her take retribution from her tormentors and kept her from being bullied again.
"Never let anyone treat you like shit!" I learned that the hard way. For three years, I lived with my in-laws. They didn't treat me as their son-in-law but as a slave. I put up with everything because of my wife, Yolanda Lambert. She was the light of my life. Unfortunately, my whole world came crashing down the day I caught my wife cheating on me. I have never been so heartbroken. To have my revenge, I revealed my true identity. I was none other than Liam Hoffman—the heir of a family with trillions of dollars in assets! The Lamberts were utterly shocked after the big reveal. They realized what fools they had been for treating me like trash. My wife even knelt down and begged for my forgiveness. What do you think I did? Did I take her back or made her suffer? Find out!
"There will be no falling in love, we will only act as a loving couple when we are in public, we will share a room to make it believable, but no intimacy, touching is off-limits. We'll only have sex once a month, and that's solely to produce an heir. You won't interfere in my business, and I won't interfere in yours. You will be my wife in every sense and you will not be involved with any other man," he said, arrogance seeping from every word. I watch his mouth move, I'm not ready to fall in love with any man, especially not one as arrogant and egoistic as him. I can handle acting as a loving couple, and as for intimacy once a month. I can agree to that just to satisfy my sexual cravings with no strings attached. "Where can I sign?" I asked since I had nothing to lose. *** Nadine's wedding dreams turned to nightmares when she caught her sister and fiancé cheating! With a secret recording, she's ready for revenge. But then mysterious billionaire Logan West offers a deal: A Contract Marriage to take down her ex's empire. But what Nadine doesn't know is her life is getting complicated as she takes her chance to get revenge or risks everything for a chance at love?"
Darya spent three years loving Micah, worshipping the ground he walked on. Until his neglect and his family's abuse finally woke her up to the ugly truth-he doesn't love her. Never did, never will. To her, he is a hero, her knight in shining armour. To him, she is an opportunist, a gold digger who schemed her way into his life. Darya accepts the harsh reality, gathers the shattered pieces of her dignity, divorces him, takes back her real name, reclaims her title as the country's youngest billionaire heiress. Their paths cross again at a party. Micah watches his ex-wife sing like an angel, tear up the dance floor, then thwart a lecher with a roundhouse kick. He realises, belatedly, that she's exactly the kind of woman he'd want to marry, if only he had taken the trouble to get to know her. Micah acts promptly to win her back, but discovers she's now surrounded by eligible bachelors: high-powered CEO, genius biochemist, award-winning singer, reformed playboy. Worse, she makes it pretty clear that she's done with him. Micah gears up for an uphill battle. He must prove to her he's still worthy of her love before she falls for someone else. And time is running out.