Setting: modern city Book title:My Billonaire husband is impotent Tropes Applied: Contract marriage Genre:Billonaire Romance Presumed book length: 200k words Characterization: Sara (FL) Average height,slim beautiful round oval face with a red lips to match with.she is soft at heart. Sara is the female lead of the story she undergoes through many obstacles, 21 years old,the daughter of mr Henry. Davis(ML) he is tall with a muscular body to match, handsome with green eyes and broad shoulder and he is handsome. Davis is the male character a billionaire 29years old Rude and arrogant but soft at heart. Moris:28years average in height chubby Sara ex boyfriend, he is wicked, mean and arrogant. Elena:Sara step mother mean and wicked. Andrew:Davis younger brother also a billionaire he is tall and handsome soft spoken. Henry:sara father 50years old average in height. Exposition:Sara on a mission to safe her father and pay off his depth marry a stranger she knows nothing about the most powerful and richest man in the city. Heart broken and cheated on Sara still have to sacrifice her happiness in other to save her father She got Married to a man she knows absolutely nothing about a Biilonaire. Arrogant and proud will she fall in love with him,will she endure all the troubles she goes through in the marriage will she fall in love and find happiness. When they are many obstacles
My Boyfriend betrayed me, However, after getting drunk, I stay a night with his brother-in-law in a bar... In a dimly-lit hotel room... I was kissing a handsome stranger. Earlier tonight, my ex-boyfriend, announced his engagement-with another woman. I was so devastated that I got drunk at a bar. Under the influence of alcohol and the strange man's charm, I somehow ended up here. Now that moris was marrying a rich girl regardless of his four-year relationship with me,then I could also indulge myself a little, right? I forgot myself, murmuring, Moris! The man stopped abruptly.
The next second, the lights were flicked on. The bright light made me squint, but when my eyes finally adjusted to the light, I recognized who it was. Davis fabberson-the most sought-after lawyer across the country. He was very famous in law circles, and he was an elite with countless assets. But most importantly, he was the future brother-in-law of moris, who had just betrayed me I sobered up instantly. closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Leaning against the wall, Davis lit a cigarette. After taking a long drag, he looked me up and down and said playfully, "Very interesting, Miss Henry He flicked the ash off his cigarette and asked with a faint smile, "What were you thinking about just now when you kissed me? Did you try to make someone jealous?" Obviously, Davis also recognized me now. I couldn't pretend that I didn't know this man. After all, he was famous. just didn't recognize him earlier because of the alcohol. I knew that I couldn't afford to offend such a big shot, so I lowered my head and apologized meekly. "I'm sorry, Mr. Davis I drank too much." Fortunately, he didn't make things difficult for me.After finishing off his cigarette, he stood up straight and tossed a coat at me. "Put it on. I'll drive you back." I thanked him softly. Neither of us spoke all throughout the drive, I would occasionally steal glances at him. The man had an angular face and a perfectly chiseled jawline. Although I didn't know the brand of his shirt, I know it was very expensive. I guessed that there must've been tons of women lining up to hook up with this man. After a few minutes of silence, he stopped the car in front of their destination. He turned his head slightly and stared at my slender and straight legs for a few seconds before finally handing me his business card. I knew what this meant. But I was surprised that he was still interested in me after finding out who I was. Although he is charming, I hesitated. It was a bad idea to get entangled with a big shot like him, so I said, "Mr. Davis, we'd better not stay in contact." He shrugged indifferently. I was indeed beautiful, but he wouldn't force me if I was not interested. So he tucked his business card back in his pocket and said, "Being conservative suits you." I was a little embarrassed, but before I could respond, he got out of the car and opened the door for me like a gentleman. I almost wondered if it was all just a dream and that nothing had actually happened between us in that hotel room tonight. As soon as I got out, the car slowly drove away. A cool breeze blew over, sending shivers down my spine. Only then did I realize that I had forgotten to return the coat to him. When I was hesitating whether I should try to catch up to him or not, my phone rang. Glancing at the caller ID, it was my stepmother Elena calling. The latter's anxious voice sounded from the other end of the line, saying, "sara, come back home now! Something bad happened!" I tried to ask her about it, but Elena couldn't make it clear on the phone and just pleaded with me to go back home as soon as possible. As soon as I burst inside the house, I found Elena sitting on the sofa in a daze. Her eyes were red, as though she had been crying. I looked around and asked anxiously, "What happened, Elena? Where's Dad?"
"I heard you're going to marry Marcelo. Is this perhaps your revenge against me? It's very laughable, Renee. That man can barely function." Her foster family, her cheating ex, everyone thought Renee was going to live in pure hell after getting married to a disabled and cruel man. She didn't know if anything good would ever come out of it after all, she had always thought it would be hard for anyone to love her but this cruel man with dark secrets is never going to grant her a divorce because she makes him forget how to breathe.
"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?
For as long as Emily can remember, she has wanted to overcome her shyness and explore her sexuality. Still, everything changes when she receives an invitation to visit one of the town's most prestigious BDSM clubs, DESIRE'S DEN. On the day she chose to peruse the club, she noticed three men, all dressed in suits, standing on the upper level, near the railing. Despite her limited vision, she persisted in fixating on them. Their towering statues belied the toned bodies concealed by their sharply tailored suits-or so she could tell. The hair of two of them was short and dark, and the third had light brown-possibly blond-hair that reached the shoulders. The dark, crimson background incised their figures, exuding an air of mystery and strength. They stood in stark contrast to the unfiltered, primal energy that pulsed through the club. Shocked by the desires these men aroused in her, she was disappointed to learn that they were masters seeking a slave to divide and conquer. She couldn't afford the fee, and she also realized that they were outside her league. Emily hurriedly left the club, feeling disappointed and depressed, unaware that she had also caught the group's attention. A world of wicked pleasure, three handsome men. Over the years, they have lived a life of decadence, their lavish lair serving as a stage for their most sinister desires. But despite the unending parade of willing subjects, one woman sticks out. A mysterious stranger with white porcelain skin and a killer body, a slave, a name with no address, the first lady to attract their eye and they will go to any length to obtain her no matter the consequences.
Madisyn was stunned to discover that she was not her parents' biological child. Due to the real daughter's scheming, she was kicked out and became a laughingstock. Thought to be born to peasants, Madisyn was shocked to find that her real father was the richest man in the city, and her brothers were renowned figures in their respective fields. They showered her with love, only to learn that Madisyn had a thriving business of her own. "Stop pestering me!" said her ex-boyfriend. "My heart only belongs to Jenna." "How dare you think that my woman has feelings for you?" claimed a mysterious bigwig.
"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.
Three years ago, Cecilia was left battered and alone by the man she loved most, Alston, yet she bravely completed the wedding ceremony while pregnant. Three years later, although they were married, they grew apart over time. Cecilia focused on her career, no longer foolishly believing in love. But her transformation instantly threw Alston into a panic... And what is the secret from 11 years ago that Cecilia has always been reluctant to reveal? *** "She went to a law firm, met with a lawyer..." A lawyer? Is Cecilia suing someone? Who? Is there any recent litigation against the company? Alston suddenly chuckled coldly, "Who could she sue? I'm the CEO of this company. How come such a matter doesn't come to me first?" The assistant swallowed nervously, speaking softly, "Sir, there's no litigation against the company. She met with... a divorce lawyer."