"Kneel boys," I ordered, watching the triplets with a condescending gaze. They all glanced at each other and when I thought they would hightail it out of here, they fell to their knees with a collective thud. I leaned back on the chair, crossing my legs in a domineering way as my lips curved into a victorious smirk. "That's right, Alphas. Stay right below me, right where you belong." Diana Quicksilver, a lowly omega raised by a single mother has always been the scorn of society wherever she goes. Her miserable life is suddenly turned even worse when her mother announces her marriage and mating to the alpha of the dark moon pack. The marriage isn't your ordinary one as it includes triplet heirs who just happen to be her mate and stepbrothers. They hate her for trying to invade their peaceful life so they make her life a living hell. She thought it couldn't get worse. It did. She soon finds out that they have murdered her mother and that too in cold blood. She escapes and then returns stronger, better, and with a thirst for revenge. She wants to make them beg. Her plan is going smoothly as she has them at her mercy. Or so she thought. What happens when she begins to find herself enraptured by their fiery gazes? What happens when she begins to crave being sandwiched between them? What if a complication appears in the form of a little child? What if the past is not as it seems? Everything is quickly spiraling out of control. Will Diana be able to take control again?
Diana's POV
"Here's a cup of milkshake to thank you for covering my shift tonight, Diana." Emma grinned from ear to ear as she pushed the cup towards me.
I reluctantly accepted with a long sigh, grateful to be heading home after working a double shift for the fourth time in a week. I waved Emma goodbye before starting my long journey home. I couldn't afford to use the subway because I was dead broke with a lot of debts left unpaid, so I had to save up every spare dollar I could afford.
I checked my watch, it was midnight already, and I would only be able to sleep for three hours before I would need to divide my mornings between taking care of my sick mother, Maria, and trying to catch up on my schoolwork.
The road home was lonely but safe, I walked down this path every day, dragging my tired legs and longing for my bed.
My life fell apart when my parents died unexpectedly.
My father was a big-shot construction contractor scaling up the ranks pretty quickly in the market, his company had been predicted to break into the top 10 fastest-growing companies.
Life was very good and I was getting ready to finish high school and fulfill my dream of becoming an English major at Harvard but tragedy struck my father's business, bringing his entire career to the ground. He was implicated with financial fraud and there were several documents to prove that he was guilty of the charges levied against him. The media was having a field day camping day and night outside our house, hoping to speak to the hotshot contractor turned fraudster.
My father had wanted to send his family away till everything died down but my mother vehemently refused to leave the house and I wouldn't put my life on hold because of some scandal I was sure would pass as soon as my father proves his innocence.
One month later, my father was no closer to proving his innocence and it was starting to take a toll on our family. My parents were fighting more than ever and I had fallen sick with no one to care for me except for myself.
During a family dinner that failed miserably, we were on our way back home. It was raining and dark, and my parents were having another argument over something insignificant. I was crying already and I was trying to act like a mediator when we heard a blast of horn in front of us.
I couldn't remember much of what happened after that but I remember waking up in the hospital.
Three weeks later, I was cleared for discharge and the doctor disclosed the news of my father's death to me.
Two years after that ugly incident, here I was, an orphaned wolf working three jobs with a sick mother, a load of unpaid debts, and failing badly in school.
I wiped my eyes furiously as I walked into our apartment. My mother would still be up, she always waited for me to come and I couldn't let her see I had been crying.
I was her pillar of strength and there was no room for self-pity, at least not right now.
"Hey, Diana." My mother chirped from where she lay, reading a book in the dim light. "You worked an extra shift today?"
"Yeah, I needed the extra money. We don't have a lot left and it's already difficult to save money right now."
"Tell me you managed to eat something at least?" She asked again.
"I took a milkshake. I'll get breakfast on my way to work. Did you take your meds?" I asked before falling face flat on my bed.
"I did. Your email came in today."
I jolted out of my bed, unable to conceal my excitement. Emma had urged me to apply as an intern at Francheska and after several setbacks, I was finally able to get it done and I've almost given up on my chances of getting picked until now.
"What did it say? Did you go through it?" Tell me, tell me."
My mother laughed, grinning from ear to ear. "I can't remember the last time you got excited over anything. I like you better when you act like your former self."
Her words made me smile. I've often felt like I lost myself ever since my father died and my mother became my only parent, but I was hoping this good news would set my life back on track.
"I will. I promise you."
"I'll hold you to that promise." My mother playfully warned me. "The good news is you got accepted and you've been invited for an interview by 8:00 AM today."
I could feel my heart dip, there was no way I was going to make it. It was all too sudden.
"I had a hunch you would want to come up with an excuse, so I took the time to pick something out for you to wear and I made you breakfast as well, while Emma offered to cover your morning shift and help you with school work." My mother added as she watched my expression change.
"Thank you." I sent her a grateful smile before stretching out on my bed. I needed all the sleep I could get right now.
***
By 8:00 AM, I was already seated in the lobby of Francheska Company, waiting for my interview. A couple of interns had been interviewed before me and I could see mixed reactions on their faces as soon as they stepped out of the conference room. I had a glowing recommendation attached to my email and I was hoping it would play a huge part in my interview.
"Ms. Diana Quicksilver,"
I jumped out of my seat and walked briskly into the conference room, there was a panel directly opposite me, all wearing intimidating looks on their faces, they all looked elderly except for one, the man was seated at the far end of the table, and even though I glanced at him for a second, he was one of the most attractive men I had ever laid my eyes on. She knew that face, everyone who had ties to the wolf pack knew who Jack Francheska was. The heir to one of the biggest empires in the werewolf world.
Logan had one simple task to complete to prove he would be a worthy Alpha successor to his father. His job was an easy one for a man of his reputation, get into a relationship with the only daughter of the alpha of the rival pack, the Goretti’s and use her as a means of extracting information for his pack. But, he hadn’t foreseen himself falling in love with Maria and getting her pregnant. His efforts to protect her and the baby from the bad blood between both packs proved futile as he couldn’t prevent his father from leading a surprise attack on the Goretti pack and burning everyone to death, Maria with their unborn baby included. Filled with guilt, he abandoned his pack and became a lone wolf in the city of New York. Decades later, ghosts from his past came to haunt his new family, putting their lives at risk. How far would he go to protect his family from those who sought vengeance for his past crimes?
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.
Ivy Rosalia Jones, a young and beautiful doctor working at a suburban hospital, is determined to marry a man she met through a blind date, even though he is paralyzed. Actually, the marriage was meant to be symbolic, with both of them intending not to interfere in each other's affairs after the wedding. However, Ivy never expected that she would end up marrying the most influential man in the world. Shawn Dyxon Tate, Ivy's husband, has no intention of letting his beautiful wife go. Once she entered his life, he made a decision to spoil her and gave her the world she never had.
For seven years, Jillian pursued Bryan with unyielding passion, but he remained distant, his emotions tightly sealed. Disheartened, she left for overseas after graduating from college. Three years later, Jillian, now a successful attorney, sat provocatively on the lap of Bryan's competitor. She flashed Bryan a playful smile and taunted, "What's wrong, Bryan? Are you impotent?" Bryan's restraint shattered in an instant. In a swift motion, he scooped her up and tossed her onto the bed. The next morning, as Bryan woke up, Jillian flashed a mischievous smile. "Let's keep things casual, okay?"
"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!
After three loveless years, Neil's betrayal deeply wounded Katelyn. She wasted no time in getting rid of that scoundrel! After the divorce, she devoted herself to career pursuits. Rising to prominence as a top designer, skilled doctor, and brilliant hacker, she became a revered icon. Neil, realizing his grave mistake, tried in vain to win her back, only to witness her magnificent wedding to another. As their vows were broadcast on the world's largest billboard, Vincent slid a ring onto Katelyn's finger and declared, "Katelyn is now my wife, a priceless treasure. Let all who covet her beware!"
Everyone thought Lorenzo truly loved Gracie, until the day of their daughter’s heart surgery. To Gracie’s utter shock, Lorenzo gave the precious organ needed by their child to another woman. Devastated, Gracie opted for a divorce. Fueled by her need for revenge, Gracie joined hands with Lorenzo’s uncle, Waylon, and orchestrated Lorenzo’s downfall. In the end, Lorenzo was left with nothing and consumed by remorse. He pleaded for a reconciliation. Gracie thought she was free to move on with her life, but Waylon held her back in a death grip. “Did you think you can just walk out on me?”