Sumire Massoullevè, is one of the highest-paid actresses and entitled the top 1 most beautiful woman in the world. The sole daughter of one of the richest business tycoons couple in the country, Sumire has been known for being stubborn and persistent since she was a little girl, she was glamorous yet dark. Born spoiled, Sumire gets everything that she wanted. Being an actress is one of her dreams but dejected by her parents, she still pursues it. Despite having everything she wants, Sumire felt completely unsatisfied. There are two things she greatly desired: One, to meet her favorite mysterious artist in the world of Arts who hides under the pseudonym of DEATH, known for painting high class abstract and tenebrism crime scene arts, an art she admires the most and had a hot night-stand with him. The second was to make the infamous Asexual Ruffian Boss, Mort Dmitriv Aslanov, fall for her. In her unswerving pursuit of the man, Sumire was lost and discovered the gritty world of mafias, crimes, and murders, the swarm of mobs and gangs. Is falling to the Heartless Mafia Boss worth regardless of the difference of their world that may lead her to her demise? Will love and lust collide?
At the heart of Brethren City, where the sun sets on the West horizon, lies and stood hundreds of gigantic world-renowned high-class buildings and towers. Centuries of grand design and sculpture came together in the wide avenues to form that eclectic yet peaceful cityscape. A big teeming metropolis where ambitious, greedy, and powerful people from all over the world mark their territory in the city.
A famous celebrity who came from a well-known family and the wealthiest people who run half of the global economy resides at the very heart of the city.
At the darkened modern luxe bachelor's pad settled in the South Brethren, the home of the most feared man in the world, a maiden barge in the most dangerous and forbidden room for women to enter. Hands clutching her white revealing night-gown on the side.
Even it was a red flag for the maiden, Sumire courageously infiltrated the dark masculine throne-like chamber even she was quivering in fear. Windows were open, night zephyr gently stirred her obsidian hair. The lights were offed and only the beam of the moonlight lit up the cold dimmed room. Bottle of empty whiskeys scattered around, broken into smithereens.
She strode further inside and found herself standing in the darkest part of the corner. Behind the swaying curtains appeared the glowing pair of emerald eyes and there emerge a big man's shadow out of the silver curtains. Legs were crossed and head angling on the other side, sitting in a kingly posture.
The man growled like a feral beast panther slowly approaching her place with a heavy step, oozing with Death's aura and vibes! Gasped, Sumire was standing frozen on her feet when she meet his cold and dangerous look. Hair is slick back and sexily disheveled. His naked upper body appeared to be so massive and masculine.
She was terrified and mesmerize by his presence at the same time. She was breathless and in a daze!
"You have the audacity to invade my private den, missy. Do you know what that means?"
He said in a gruff tone. The maiden gulped hard while looking up at the man towering big over her. Sumire's cheek started to burn in red when she inhaled his intoxicating smell that now lingers on her nostrils. She was hypnotized and it made her drawn to him even more.
Sumire entered the place to prove herself that she loves no one but him. But here she is shrinking back, knees and toes are jelled. She was imprisoned by his mysterious charm!
"I am here to explain myself. Dieu and I weren't---"
"Shhh...don't talk or I will make a mess with this lips of yours against mine."
He reached to her face and lifted her chin. Mort's thumbs gently brushed her lips which were slightly parted. Sumire closed her eyes at the touch, lewd and lascivious and lovely. She was thankful for the darkness and quite desperate for the light, obscuring her reddened cheeks.
His gaze traced her pair of midnight eyes, nose, and sweet lips. "I hate when someone looks at you the same way I did..." Mort clenches his jaw, his thick manly eyebrows deeply furrowed.
"Do you know how tempting you are, lady? Hmmm?"
He hummed half-growl and half-moan. Mort's gaze travels down to her delectable neck and shoulder. He brushed off the lace of her dress and it slip down to her fair skin. Sumire decided to give herself to the man tonight to ease his jealousy and fear of losing her.
"Mort..."
Eyes drawn to his lips, Sumire inhaled, let out a ragged breath, and felt wanton.
He lifted her hips up and enwrapped her legs around his waist. Leaning into each other. Sumire blushed intensely when she felt his hard bulge pressed between her thighs, telling her they were a perfect fit.
Consumed in fire and hearts give in to their desires, Mort sealing the tiny space between them and he plunges himself on her. Their lips locked, sucking and biting her lower lip. Bodies pressed together heatedly against each other. Sumire curled her toes against his back. Her heart pounded in her chest as her knees got weaker.
Her whole body tingled in fear and excitement, the feel of his frame leaning on hers as his arms wrapped around her felt nearly ecstatic. Sumire slightly pulled herself to gasp for air but Mort pulled her back, claiming her mouth over again, hungry and intense. She can taste the wine on his lips that intoxicate her. Mort's hands crawled inside her revealing silver nightdress. She cup his face and yanked his hair at the same time, responding to his torrid and hungry kiss with the same intensity.
When their lips are slightly parted and wet, her brassiere unlocked, Mort possessively declared.
"Tonight, you will be my prey and mine."
Lucille was one of the most skilled female assassins, and on the previous night, she embarked on a top-secret mission. However, the mission's details were leaked, leading to her untimely demise at the hands of a traitorous companion. She never discovered the identity of the person who betrayed her before her death. But by some miracle, she was granted a new life, and was reborn as a girl with the same name. Determined to uncover the truth and seek revenge for her family, Lucille seized her second chance at life. She planned to avenge her loved ones. However, her plans were complicated by Joseph, an apparently frail man who was actually skilled in martial arts. And he seemed to fall for her deeply, now this newfound knowledge only added to the complications of Lucille's revenge plan...
Kallie, a mute who had been ignored by her husband for five years since their wedding, also suffered the loss of her pregnancy due to her cruel mother-in-law. After the divorce, she learned that her ex-husband had quickly gotten engaged to the woman he truly loved. Holding her slightly rounded belly, she realized that he had never really cared for her. Determined, she left him behind, treating him as a stranger. Yet, after she left, he scoured the globe in search of her. When their paths crossed once more, Kallie had already found new happiness. For the first time, he pleaded humbly, "Please don't leave me..." But Kallie's response was firm and dismissive, cutting through any lingering ties. "Get lost!"
Five years ago, he upped and left his wife without informing her. He had always felt unworthy. As a result, he decided to go and become a better man. It took him five whole years of daily hard work. When he was satisfied, he returned as a powerful and honorable man. He intended to start a family with his wife. But he got back to meet the greatest shocker of his life. He actually had a daughter!
I ran after I died. The moon goddess gave me another chance to live. Married to a ruthless Lycan that was rumored to be cursed by the moon goddess herself. But I was killed by his minion... behind the bars of her torment... A new story began and he battled with his demons, in a world where truth was far fetched. I was his pawn, his toy, his game...until I discovered one night, when I was soaked in blood that I regretted the day I met him. I'd given up the Lycan beast, to marry a monster. I fled from the Alpha of Bloodmoon Park, the gruesome Lycan that every person feared, to be with this man that seemed soft at first glance. It made me wonder, what if I had stayed? The gruesome Lycan might be fearsome but I never heard him pierce a woman's heart with his claw. In a world where wolves howled at the moon and the lines between man and beast are blurred, danger lurked through the shadows, after the day I married the beast that visited my bed every night. Caught in a web of betrayal and deceit, the man I had fallen in love with had become the monster I wished I could flee from. A deadly threat to my life especially when I realized he was getting married to my step sister, the same girl that made my life hell when I was an omega. I wished I could get my revenge, but how could I, when I was lying in a pool of my own blood, dead? Will the goddess grant me another chance?
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.
Two years ago, Ricky found himself coerced into marrying Emma to protect the woman he cherished. From Ricky's perspective, Emma was despicable, resorting to underhanded schemes to ensure their marriage. He maintained a distant and cold attitude toward her, reserving his warmth for another. Yet, Emma remained wholeheartedly dedicated to Ricky for more than ten years. As she grew weary and considered relinquishing her efforts, Ricky was seized by a sudden fear. Only when Emma's life teetered on the edge, pregnant with Ricky's child, did he recognize-the love of his life had always been Emma.