For three years, Joanna had dedicated herself as both Anthony's secretary and his secret lover, all for her family's sake. Upon discovering Anthony's engagement to the woman he truly loved, Joanna chose to break off their affair, resign from her role, conceal her pregnancy, and leave without a trace. Five years later, Joanna had ascended to the role of CEO of a formidable business empire. In a bold public declaration, she announced her plans to acquire Anthony's group within three years. In a private moment, Anthony cornered Joanna, pressing her against the wall and softly kissing her near her lips. "If you desire it, I'm ready to offer it to you, okay? Just promise you won't leave me again."
"Relax."
A man's hand softly brushed Joanna Peters' collarbone, gliding along her body's contours.
A faint moan escaped her.
Joanna nibbled her lip, her voice trembling. "Anthony, we're at the office..."
Pressed against the expansive floor-to-ceiling window, her face, now a shade of deep red, mirrored back at her.
She attempted to move away, but Anthony Dixon's hands, familiar with every curve, teased her sensitively.
Her delicate body shook with intensity.
The heat of the moment seemed to fuel his desire even more.
Footsteps echoed in the hallway. Despite the closed blinds, her anxiety spiked.
Only ten minutes remained until the morning meeting. Several senior executives were already gathered in the conference room, secretaries bustling about just outside.
"Where's Joanna?"
"She was just here. Maybe she went to check the equipment in the conference room? Let's go."
A lump formed in Joanna's throat, the fear of being discovered overwhelming her.
She clasped a hand over her mouth, fearful of letting any sound escape.
Yet, the man looming behind her was relentless, his teasing and tormenting nearly pushing her to the brink of crying out.
"Anthony, you've lost your mind..." she whispered, her voice trembling.
In the reflection of the glass, Anthony's robust upper body and his cold, emotionless eyes were apparent. He seemed to relish her combined arousal and panic.
"When you pleaded to be my lover, you must have known a day like this would come." Anthony smirked, straightening up.
Waves of humiliation and embarrassment crashed over her. Joanna's eyes brimmed with tears that she could no longer contain.
The tears traced paths down her delicate cheeks, falling into her mouth and tasting unbearably bitter.
Three years prior, the Peters family's business endeavors were systematically sabotaged, and her father, Henrik Peters, saw his shares steadily diluted. Consumed by corporate affairs, he suffered a stroke at the office of Peters Group, leaving him paralyzed to this day.
On the same day, her brother Kyson Peters was arrested. In a matter of three hours, evidence was gathered, a trial was conducted, and he entered a guilty plea. At the peak of his youth, he received a sixteen-year sentence.
From behind the stark visitation glass in prison, he had instructed Joanna, "Look after the Peters Group for Dad."
Their mother had died young, and their stepmother, Mabel Peters, a woman of scholarly lineage from a small town, possessed a gentle and refined air but knew nothing of running a business. When disaster struck the Peters family, all she could manage was to weep beside her husband's bed.
The Peters family was struggling to survive amid the onslaught from more dominant clans, clinging to their existence by a thread.
Joanna, only eighteen at that time, shouldered all their burdens.
She soothed her stepmother and then ventured alone to the Dixon Group.
Fueled by a few drinks for courage, Joanna approached Anthony with boldness. She perched on his lap, looped her arms around his neck, and ventured, "Anthony, are you looking for a woman?"
Anthony, preoccupied with analyzing the Peters Group's shares, gently removed her hand and asked with a sly grin, "Which woman are you referring to?"
Once the beloved jewel of the Peters family, Joanna was the epitome of purity and innocence.
Yet, on that day, she transformed into a figure of tantalizing allure. Tilting her head back, she planted a soft kiss on the corner of Anthony's mouth and whispered, "Me."
With a chuckle, Anthony brushed the lipstick from his lips with his fingertip and playfully prodded, "And then?"
"Take me," she implored.
Shedding her coat, Joanna revealed striking lace lingerie in black and red - her usual demureness replaced by a blend of shyness and seduction, rendering her utterly captivating.
Without a word, Anthony shut his documents.
His gaze fixed on Joanna with predatory intensity, as if ready to consume her whole.
That day, they had sex.
In a moment of passion, Joanna clung to his muscular frame and pleaded, "Anthony, help me."
That night, she forged a devilish alliance, sacrificing herself to salvage the Peters Group.
"Alright. Join my company as my secretary," he proposed.
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?”
"You're mine, little puppy," Kylan growled against my neck. A soft gasp escaped my lips as his lips brushed my skin. My mind screamed at me to push him away-the Lycan Prince who had humiliated me again and again, but my body betrayed me, leaning into him before I could stop myself. He pressed his lips against mine, and his kiss grew more aggressive, more possessive as I felt my legs weaken. What was I doing? In a split-second, I pulled away and slapped him hard across the face. Kylan's eyes darkened, but the smirk on his lips exposed his amusement. "You and I both know we can't fight this, Violet," he said, gripping my wrist. "You're my mate." "And yet you don't want me," I replied. "You told me you were ashamed of me, that l'd never be your queen, that you'd never love me. So please, accept my rejection and let me go." "Never," he whispered, his grip tightening as he pulled me closer. "Soon enough, you'll be begging for me. and when you do-I'll use you as I see fit and then I'll reject you."
Betrayed by her mate and sister on the eve of her wedding, Makenna was handed to the ruthless Lycan Princes as a lover, her indifferent father ignoring her plight. Determined to escape and seek revenge, she captured the interest of the three Lycan princes, who desired her exclusively amid many admirers. This complicated her plans, trapping her and making her a rival to the future Lycan queen. Entwined in jealousy and vindictiveness, could Makenna achieve her vengeance in the intricate dance with the three princes?
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.
Sheila had her back against the wall when her family tried to force her to marry an awful old man. In a fit of rage, she hired a gigolo to act as her husband. She thought the gigolo needed money and did this for a living. Little did she know that he was nothing like that. One day, he pulled off his mask and revealed himself to be the world's top magnate. This marked the beginning of their love. He showered her with everything she could ever want. They were happy. However, unexpected circumstances soon posed a threat to their love. Would Sheila and her husband make it through the storm? Find out!
She was a world-renowned divine doctor, the CEO of a publicly traded company, the most formidable female mercenary, and a top-tier tech genius. Marissa, a titan with a plethora of secret identities, had hidden her true stature to marry a seemingly impoverished young man. However, on the eve of their wedding, her fiance, who was actually the lost heir to a wealthy dynasty, called off the engagement and subjected her to degradation and mockery. Upon the revelation of her concealed identities, her ex-fiance was left stunned and desperately pleaded for her forgiveness. Standing protectively before Marissa, an incredibly influential and fearsome magnate declared, "This is my wife. Who would dare try to claim her?"