Daphne has been cooped up at home for the past week after experiencing a devastating heartbreak. Her best friend, Stacy, shows up one night to take her out to one of the most famous bars in LA to get her mind off things. Finally deciding to let loose, Daphne locks eyes with a big hunk in the corner of the bar. Little does she know, this chance encounter will plunge her into a sinister game of cat and mouse. A chilling message disrupts her fragile peace, hinting at secrets buried deep within her past– "I know your secret" – Daphne reluctantly follows the mysterious sender's instructions, leading her to a café. This is where her carefully crafted life begins to crumble. But the surprise doesn't end there; he gets down on one knee and pops the question, "Will you marry me?" He continues as he flashes a reassuring smile, saying, "Don't worry, darling, this is just the beginning." As doubts swirl and paranoia sets in, Daphne is haunted by questions without answers. Who is this man? Why does he seem familiar? Is he crazy? What does he know? What the heck is going on? And what's wrong with Stacy? She's been acting awfully off since we got back from the bar that night. Welcome to the beginning of the end, where nothing is as it seems, and trust is a luxury she cannot afford.
I stood in my living room as I felt the weight of the past three years of my life crumble while flipping through the photo album.
"Three years down the drain," I muttered with a slight chuckle, tears and snot streaming down my face. It felt like a lifetime, yet the collapse of my relationship happened in the
blink of an eye.
"And here I thought I had finally found happiness, why did I waste so much time?" I whispered, my voice trembling with so much hurt. "It was really just nothing but an illusion."
Tears welled up in my eyes, "How could I have been so blind? I thought I had found something real, a place where I belonged, " I lamented, my voice choked with sorrow.
"I worked my butt off to get where I am today, and none of it was thanks to that bastard. But still, how could he have been so cruel?" I seethed, my voice tinged with raw emotion.
"I don't know what love means'-how could he say that knowing just how much I had sacrificed for him, how much I had to lose to keep him?" I said as I walked up to the fridge, grabbing a chilled can of beer and my favorite tub of cookie dough ice cream.
"I heard my phone ring out at the corner of my room, snatching it up. It was Stacy, Paul's arch-nemesis and my best friend. "I knew that piece of shit would show his true colors soon." girl, are you ok? I managed a chuckle, 'Yeah, just tired. I'll text you later. 'Wait!' Stacy yelled before I could hang up. 'I'm coming over right now. Get dressed,' and she hung up abruptly. I stared at the phone for a while before finally tossing it to the floor."
It didn't even take ten minutes until I heard a bang on my door. "Come on, girl, I know you hear me," I could hear Stacy through the door. "I hope you're dressed, that place is gonna be packed we need to hurry," she followed. I got up, dusting the crumbs off my body as I walked to the door with a look of confusion.
"I told you to dress up; why are you still looking like crap, Daph?" Stacy said as she stared me down before finally running into my house. "Ugh, Stacy," I said as I shut the door behind her.
"Come on, we are going out and you know I won't take no for an answer." Stacy exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with determination.
"It's literally three in the morning, Stacy. What are you talking about? Where would we go?" I asked her as I rolled my eyes. "Don't worry; it's me," Stacy said as she flipped her hair and dragged me to the room.
Before I could protest any further, Stacy reached into her bag and brought out a sleek black dress that seemed to shimmer in the dim light of the apartment.
"Put this on," Stacy commanded, her eyes alight with excitement. "Come on, babes, you're going to look amazing."
"You have got to be kidding me, Stacy. What is that mosquito net you're holding?" I asked with a shocked look.
"What do you mean mosquito net? I picked this dress specifically for you, Daph," she responded as she shoved it in my face.
Reluctantly, I took the dress from her outstretched hand while I traced the delicate fabric with trepidation. It was completely unlike anything I would normally wear-body-hugging and daring – but i couldn't deny that it held a certain allure.
I finally caved in and slipped into the dress, feeling the fabric cling to my curves in a way that made my cheeks flush with embarrassment.
"Wow, Daph, you look incredible!" Stacy exclaimed, her grin widening as she surveyed my body and complete transformation.
"You ready for this, Daph?" Stacy asked, a mischievous glint in her eye.
"Do I even have a choice? You already have me in the mosquito net," I said and nodded.
"Sure, let's do this."
"Come on, our Uber is here," she said as she walked me out of my house. Before I knew what was happening, I was in an Uber on my way to 'Blue Coral,' one of the biggest and most popular bars in town.
In fifteen minutes, we found ourselves at Blue Coral, and even at three in the morning, the place was buzzing with very loud noises.
"I'm just happy tomorrow is Saturday," I murmured as I observed the lively crowd.
"Let's go get a drink!" Stacy yelled over the thump, thump, thump of the music.
"How? Don't you see the crowd? How exactly do you plan to past these people?" I questioned.
"You really underestimate me and my charms, you know that, Daph," she smirked, pulling me along towards the side of the long line.
"Hey, Devan!" she called out to the towering bouncer, who stood tall and imposing at the entrance of the club, his muscular frame filling the doorway. His arms crossed firmly over his chest, exuding an aura of authority with a no-nonsense demeanor. A broad smile spread across his face as he acknowledged her.
"Stacy, my girl!" he greeted, planting a kiss on her cheek. "How are you doing, Devan? Me and my girl really have to get inside, and don't worry, I'm going to pay the fee," she assured him with a wink.
"I got you, Stacy," he replied, leading us to the side door. "Come on, Daph, let's go before one of them back there see us," she urged, pulling me with determination.
THUMP, THUMP, THUMP, the music pounded as we moved through the clusters of people towards the bar.
"Of course, the bar is packed," I remarked as we maneuvered through the crowd to reach it.
We found our spots at the bar and called out to the bartender. "Two gin and tonics, please," Stacy shouted.
"And three shots of black devils!" I added.
"Damn girl, did the breakup hit you that hard?" Stacy quipped as we waited for our drinks.
"So, you want to talk about it? You've been holed up for a whole week, you even missed work, Daph sand I still gave you space, but I can't let this go on any longer. You need to forget about that idiot, he isn't even worth it."
"I know, Stacy. It's just... I know how long and what it took for me to finally open myself up to date someone," I said. "But you know what? You're right. He isn't worth it. I was able to start over before. What's a relationship I wouldn't be able to start over? I'm over him," I said as I chuckled, downing all three shots, feeling the sticky liquid run down my fingers.
"Huh, started over before? You know what, Never mind. That's what I'm talking about. He never deserved you in the first place," Stacy continued as we got up from the bar and made our way to our little nook.
As we settled into our cozy nook, sipping our drinks, Stacy looked at me with a mix of concern and determination. "Daph, you can't let one guy ruin your entire outlook on relationships. There are good ones out there, trust me."
I nodded, appreciating Stacy's attempt to lift my spirits. "I know, it's just hard to believe right now."
"You know, sometimes a night out is all you need to cleanse your soul. And maybe, just maybe, we'll stumble upon something unexpected," as she discreetly motioned with her head towards a corner of the bar.
"Now talking about something unexpected, it looks like you've got yourself an admirer," she whispered, a mischievous grin playing on her lips. Stacy leaned in closer, her excitement palpable. Take a glance, but don't make it too obvious," she said with a teasing tone in her voice.
I followed her gaze and, as discreetly as I could, turned to see who had caught Stacy's attention. My eyes met those of a remarkably handsome man standing at the far end of the bar. His eyes, a captivating shade of blue-green, that seemed to hold a million different stories within them. With jet-black hair, he stood towering at 6'4", with a figure that effortlessly commanded attention in the crowded room. Every detail seemed perfectly crafted. Even from a distance, his almost ethereal aura could not be mistaken by any other.
In that bustling bar, he became a magnetic force, drawing eyes without even trying. It was as if time slowed down, allowing everyone to appreciate the symphony of charm and grace he effortlessly displayed. Amidst the vibrant chaos of the night, he stood as a beacon of fascination, turning an ordinary evening into an unexpectedly intriguing one.
Our eyes met for what felt like minutes, and a flicker of a smile played on his lips. My heart skipped a beat, and I couldn't help but blush. The handsome stranger held my gaze for a moment longer before turning back to his friends. And in that moment, I had completely forgotten how I felt over the past one week. Paul, my awful ex, was nothing but a distant thought in that moment.
"He's hot, right?" Stacy remarked, her eyes gleaming with excitement as she brought me back to reality. I turned to her and just smiled.
"Shut up, Stacy," I said with a playful grin.
As we continued our conversation, I couldn't shake my curiosity about the mysterious man. His intimidating presence continued to linger in my mind, making me wonder what secrets he held. The night at Blue Coral became a turning point, little did I know that it would set the stage for unforeseen twists, turns, and revelations that would cause my perfectly crafted life to begin to shake.
For three years, Shane and Yvonne were wed, sharing heated nights, while his devotion clung to his ex. Yvonne strove to be a dutiful wife, yet their marriage felt hollow, built on desire rather than real warmth. All changed when she became pregnant, only for Shane to thrust her onto the operating table, warning, “Either you or the baby survives!” Broken by his cruelty, she vanished in grief and later returned, radiantly accomplished, leaving everyone awestruck. Haunted by remorse, Shane begged for another chance, but Yvonne only smiled and replied, “I’m sorry, men no longer interest me.”
"Ahh!" She was in a moaning mess. She did not want to feel anything for this man. She hated him. His hands began to move all over her body. She gasped when he pulled down the back chain of her dress. The chain stopped at her lower waist, so when he zipped it off, her upper back and waist were exposed. "D-Don't touch m-ummm!" His fingers rolled around her bare back, and she pressed her head against the pillow. His touches were giving her goosebumps all over her body. With a deep angry voice, he whispered in her ear, "I am going to make you forget his touches, kisses, and everything. Every time you touch another man, you will only think of me." - - - 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 doesn't give a damn about rules and laws, as he only likes 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 Ian begged her not to leave him?
They don't know I'm a girl. They all look at me and see a boy. A prince. Their kind purchase humans like me for their lustful desires. And, when they stormed into our kingdom to buy my sister, I intervened to protect her. I made them take me too. The plan was to escape with my sister whenever we found a chance. How was I to know our prison would be the most fortified place in their kingdom? I was supposed to be on the sidelines. The one they had no real use for. The one they never meant to buy. But then, the most important person in their savage land-their ruthless beast king-took an interest in the "pretty little prince." How do we survive in this brutal kingdom, where everyone hates our kind and shows us no mercy? And how does someone, with a secret like mine, become a lust slave? . AUTHOR'S NOTE. This is a dark romance-dark, mature content. Highly rated 18+ Expect triggers, expect hardcore. If you're a seasoned reader of this genre, looking for something different, prepared to go in blindly not knowing what to expect at every turn, but eager to know more anyway, then dive in! . From the author of the international bestselling book: "The Alpha King's Hated Slave."
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