Emma Smith, a determined journalist, is tasked with interviewing the enigmatic billionaire, William Turner. With his reputation for arrogance and coldness preceding him, William proves to be a formidable subject. As Emma delves deeper into his world, she uncovers secrets that challenge her perception of the man behind the icy façade. Their interactions are filled with tension and sparks, leading to unexpected twists and turns. Amidst the backdrop of a contract marriage and a plot for revenge, Emma and William find themselves entangled in a web of deceit and betrayal. As their bond grows stronger, they are forced to confront their pasts and navigate the complexities of trust and forgiveness. Will Emma be able to break through William's defenses and discover the man beneath the billionaire persona? Can William let go of his thirst for vengeance and embrace the power of redemption? Dive into this captivating tale of love, redemption, and the healing power of forgiveness as Emma and William's story unfolds in unexpected ways.
William Turner, the arrogant billionaire, stood at the edge of his penthouse terrace, gazing out at the breathtaking city skyline. His piercing blue eyes seemed to own the view, his chiseled jawline set in a determined expression. He was a man accustomed to getting what he wanted, when he wanted it.
As he sipped his scotch, his mind wandered to the upcoming interview with Emma Smith, a feisty journalist from the city's leading newspaper. He had agreed to the interview only to appease his publicist, who insisted it would improve his public image. William scoffed at the idea. He didn't need to impress anyone.
Just then, the butler announced Emma's arrival. William turned to face her, his eyes narrowing slightly as he took in her determined expression and sharp jawline. She was a petite thing, with curly brown hair and piercing green eyes that seemed to bore into his soul. He raised an eyebrow, intrigued despite himself.
"Miss Smith," he said, his deep voice dripping with confidence. "Welcome to my humble abode."
Emma's eyes flashed with a hint of annoyance at his sarcasm, but she smiled sweetly. "Thank you, Mr. Turner. Your...reputation precedes you."
William chuckled, a low, husky sound. "I'm sure it does. Shall we get this over with?"
As they sat down at the glass table, Emma pulled out her recorder and notebook, her eyes never leaving his face. William leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers together, ready to tolerate the next hour of questioning.
"So, Mr. Turner," Emma began, her voice crisp and professional. "Your company, Turner Enterprises, has been involved in several high-profile mergers and acquisitions. What drives your success?"
William shrugged, a hint of arrogance creeping into his voice. "Simple. I'm a visionary. I see opportunities where others don't. And I'm not afraid to take risks."
Emma raised an eyebrow. "Some would call you ruthless, Mr. Turner. How do you respond to that?"
William's smile grew wider. "Ruthless? Perhaps. But I prefer the term 'decisive.' In business, you can't afford to be sentimental."
As the interview continued, William found himself growing increasingly irritated with Emma's probing questions and sharp observations. She seemed to see right through him, and it unnerved him. No one had ever dared to challenge him like this before.
But he refused to back down, meeting her gaze with a cold, hard stare. He would not be intimidated by this feisty little journalist. As the sun began to set over the city, casting a golden glow over the terrace, William realized he had reached his limit.
"Thank you, Miss Smith," he said abruptly, standing up. "I believe that's enough for today."
Emma looked taken aback, but she quickly gathered her things. "Thank you, Mr. Turner. This has been...enlightening."
As she left the penthouse, William couldn't shake the feeling that their encounter was only the beginning of a much larger story – one that would challenge everything he thought he knew about himself. Little did he know, Emma Smith was just getting started.
As the days passed, William found himself thinking about Emma more and more. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but there was something about her that intrigued him. Maybe it was her sharp wit, or her determination to uncover the truth. Whatever it was, he couldn't deny the spark that had ignited between them.
He tried to brush it off as mere curiosity, but he found himself wondering what she was doing, who she was with, and what she was thinking. He even caught himself glancing at his phone, hoping for a message from her.
It was absurd, really. He was William Turner, the arrogant billionaire, and she was just a journalist trying to make a name for herself. But there was something about her that drew him in, something that made him want to know her better.
One night, as he was pacing in his penthouse, he heard a knock at the door. He opened it to find Emma standing there, a determined look on her face.
"Mr. Turner," she said, her voice firm. "I need to ask you some more questions."
William raised an eyebrow. "Really, Miss Smith? I thought we were done with the interview."
Emma smiled, a sly smile. "Oh, this isn't about the interview, Mr. Turner. This is about something much bigger."
William's curiosity was piqued. "What are you talking about?"
Emma stepped inside, her eyes locked on his. "I'm talking about the truth, Mr. Turner. The truth about your company, your dealings, and your secrets."
William's smile faltered for a moment, before he regained his composure. "I don't know what you're talking about, Miss Smith."
Emma laughed, a low, husky sound. "Oh, I think you do, Mr. Turner. And I'm going to uncover it all."
And with that, she turned and walked away, leaving William feeling like he'd just been punched in the gut. He knew he had to do something, but he didn't know what. All he knew was that Emma Smith was a force to be reckoned with, and he was in for the fight of his life.
William was taken aback by Emma's boldness. No one had ever dared to confront him like that before. He was used to people cowering in his presence, not standing up to him with such confidence.
As he watched her walk away, he felt a surge of adrenaline coursing through his veins. He was determined to find out what she was after, and to stop her before she could do any damage.
He quickly called his head of security, a man named Jack, and instructed him to keep an eye on Emma. "Find out what she's looking for, and make sure she doesn't get it," he growled.
But as the days went by, William began to realize that Emma was not easily intimidated. She continued to dig into his affairs, asking questions and poking around in places she shouldn't have been.
And then, one night, she appeared at his penthouse again, this time with a stack of files and a determined look on her face.
"Mr. Turner," she said, her voice firm. "I think it's time we had a little chat."
William raised an eyebrow, intrigued despite himself. "What is it that you want, Miss Smith?"
Emma smiled, a sly smile. "I want the truth, Mr. Turner. And I'm not leaving until I get it."
And with that, she began to lay out her evidence, revealing secrets and lies that William had thought were long buried.
He was taken aback, his mind racing with ways to spin the story, to make it go away. But Emma was relentless, pushing him for answers, for the truth.
And as the night wore on, William found himself feeling something he had never felt before - cornered.
He was used to being the one in control, the one with the power. But Emma had somehow managed to turn the tables, and he was starting to realize that he was in grave danger of losing everything he had worked so hard to build.
As the sun began to rise over the city, William knew he had to make a choice - to confront the truth, or to try and bury it once and for all. And he knew that either way, his life would never be the same again.
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.
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."
Her fiance and her best friend worked together and set her up. She lost everything and died in the street. However, she was reborn. The moment she opened her eyes, her husband was trying to strangle her. Luckily, she survived that. She signed the divorce agreement without hesitation and was ready for her miserable life. To her surprise, her mother in this life left her a great deal of money. She turned the tables and avenged herself. Everything went well in her career and love when her ex-husband came to her.
When Zora was sick during the early days of her pregnancy, Ezrah was with his first love, Piper. When Zora got into an accident and called Ezrah, he said he was busy, when in actual fact, he was buying shoes for Piper. Zora lost her baby because of the accident, and throughout her stay at the hospital, Ezrah never showed up. She already knew that he didn't love her, but that was the last straw for the camel's back, and her fragile heart could not take it anymore. When Ezrah arrived home a few days after Zora was discharged from the hospital, he no longer met the woman who always greeted him with a smile and cared for him. Zora stood at the top of the stairs and yelled with a cold expression, "Good news, Ezrah! Our baby died in a car accident. There is nothing between us anymore, so let's get a divorce." The man who claimed not to have any feelings for Zora, being cold and distant towards her, and having asked her for a divorce twice, instantly panicked.
"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.
When Corynn mustered up the courage to tell Elliot about her pregnancy, she unexpectedly found him gallantly helping another woman from his car. Her heart sank as three years of effort to secure his love crumbled before her eyes, compelling her to leave him behind. Three years later, life had taken Corynn down a new path with someone else, while Elliot was left grappling with regret. Seizing a moment of vulnerability, he pleaded, "Corynn, let's get married." Shaking her head with a faint smile, Corynn gently replied, "Sorry, I'm already engaged."