Liam Anderson leaned back in his leather office chair, staring at the ceiling as his parents' words echoed in his mind. The pressure to marry had become unbearable, a constant reminder of their expectations and the legacy he was supposed to uphold. The prestigious Anderson family couldn't afford a bachelor son, especially one as successful as Liam. But the thought of marrying his ex-girlfriend, Jessica Miller, filled him with dread. Their relationship had ended for a reason, and he wasn't about to rekindle a flame that had long since extinguished. Meanwhile, across town, Hannah Bennett sat in her small, cluttered apartment, surrounded by half-finished paintings and unpaid bills. Her dreams of becoming a successful artist seemed further away with each passing day. Desperation gnawed at her, the weight of her financial struggles almost too much to bear. When her phone buzzed with a notification, she glanced at it, hoping for some good news but finding none. Their worlds couldn't have been more different, yet fate had a strange way of bringing people together. A chance meeting at a charity event, a brief conversation that left an impression, and suddenly, an idea sparked in Liam's mind. A contract marriage-temporary, convenient, and beneficial for both of them. He needed a wife to satisfy his family's demands, and she needed money to pay off her debts and fund her art career.
Liam Anderson's office exuded sophistication, a reflection of his success as a young entrepreneur. The floor-to-ceiling windows offered a panoramic view of the city, but Liam's mind was elsewhere. He leaned back in his chair, his eyes fixed on the ceiling as he replayed his parents' ultimatum. "Liam, you need to settle down," his mother had insisted over dinner last night. "It's time you found a suitable wife." Liam sighed. The Anderson family was a pillar of high society, and with that came certain expectations.
His parents were relentless, pushing him towards Jessica Miller, his ex-girlfriend. But Jessica was part of his past, a chapter he didn't want to revisit. His thoughts were interrupted by the buzz of his intercom. "Mr. Anderson, your 3 o'clock is here," his assistant, Clara, announced. "Send her in," Liam replied, straightening his tie. He had arranged this meeting on a whim, driven by desperation. Hannah Bennett walked in, her nervousness evident. Her simple attire contrasted sharply with the opulence of Liam's office. She clutched her portfolio tightly, her eyes wide as she took in her surroundings. "Miss Bennett, thank you for coming," Liam greeted, extending his hand. "Mr. Anderson," she replied, shaking his hand with a firm grip. "You mentioned a business proposition?" "Yes, please have a seat," Liam gestured to the chair opposite his desk. As she settled in, he continued, "I'll get straight to the point. I need a wife. Temporarily." Hannah blinked, taken aback. "Excuse me?" "It's not what you think," Liam clarified quickly. "My parents are pressuring me to get married, and I need someone to play the part. In return, I'll compensate you generously." Hannah's mind raced. She had been expecting a commission for a painting, not this. "Why me?" she asked, her voice cautious. "We met at the charity event last month," Liam explained. "I remember you mentioned your financial struggles. This arrangement could benefit both of us." Hannah's heart pounded. She was indeed struggling, her dream of becoming a successful artist slipping further away each day. The offer was tempting, but it felt surreal. "What exactly are you proposing?" Liam pulled out a document from his desk drawer and handed it to her. "A contract marriage. It will last one year. During that time, you'll live with me and attend social events as my wife. In return, I'll pay you a substantial amount and cover all your expenses." Hannah skimmed the contract, her eyes widening at the figures. It was more money than she had ever imagined. But there were other concerns. "What about... personal boundaries?" Liam nodded, anticipating her question. "We'll set clear boundaries. This is strictly a business arrangement. No expectations beyond what's necessary to convince my family and the public." Hannah's mind was a whirlwind of thoughts. The money could change her life, but the idea of pretending to be someone's wife was daunting. "I need time to think about it," she said finally. "Of course," Liam replied. "Take as much time as you need. But please understand, I'm in a bit of a bind. I'll need your decision soon." Hannah nodded, tucking the contract into her bag. "Thank you, Mr. Anderson. I'll get back to you." As she left his office, Liam leaned back in his chair, feeling a mixture of hope and anxiety. This was a risky move, but it was the only solution he could see. --- Hannah walked down the bustling city streets, her mind preoccupied. The offer was tempting, but she had to consider the implications. She found herself at her favorite coffee shop, a quiet place where she often went to think. Settling into a corner booth, she pulled out the contract and began reading it more thoroughly. The terms were clear: one year of marriage, public appearances, living together. But it also included clauses for privacy and personal space. Liam had been thorough. As she sipped her coffee, she weighed the pros and cons. The money could pay off her debts, secure a better studio, and give her the freedom to focus on her art. But the idea of a fake marriage was still unsettling. Her phone buzzed, a message from her best friend, Claire. *How's it going? Any luck with commissions?* Hannah hesitated, then typed a reply. *Not exactly. Got an unusual offer though. Can we talk?* *Sure, meet me at our usual spot in an hour?* Claire responded. Hannah agreed, feeling a bit relieved. Claire always had a way of putting things into perspective. She needed to talk this through before making a decision. An hour later, Hannah found herself sitting across from Claire at a small café. She explained Liam's proposition, watching as Claire's eyes widened in disbelief. "That's insane!" Claire exclaimed. "A contract marriage? Are you seriously considering it?" "I don't know," Hannah admitted. "The money would solve so many problems, but it feels... wrong." Claire nodded, her expression thoughtful. "It's a lot to think about. But if you decide to do it, just make sure you protect yourself. Set clear boundaries and don't let it get too personal." Hannah smiled gratefully. "Thanks, Claire. I needed to hear that." As she walked home, Hannah felt a bit more resolved. She would think it over carefully, but the idea was beginning to seem less outlandish. She had faced challenges before, and this could be another one to overcome.
"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!
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.
For three years, Shane and Yvonne were wed, sharing heated nights, while his devotion clung to his ex. Yvonne strove to be a dutiful wife, yet their marriage felt hollow, built on desire rather than real warmth. All changed when she became pregnant, only for Shane to thrust her onto the operating table, warning, “Either you or the baby survives!” Broken by his cruelty, she vanished in grief and later returned, radiantly accomplished, leaving everyone awestruck. Haunted by remorse, Shane begged for another chance, but Yvonne only smiled and replied, “I’m sorry, men no longer interest me.”
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."
Desperate to handle her grandmother's towering medical bills, Gianna agreed to a contract marriage with Tristan, the enigmatic man she'd once shared a one-night stand with. She assumed they'd fulfill each other's needs and dissolve the arrangement once the terms expired. Unbeknownst to Gianna, this marriage was a dream Tristan had clung to for ten relentless years. Certain she was just filling someone else's role, Gianna prepared to leave when that other woman returned. But Tristan, his eyes burning with unspoken emotion, seized her trembling hand and declared, "You’re mine. Now and always."
In order to fulfill her grandfather's last wish, Stella entered into a hasty marriage with an ordinary man she had never met before. However, even after becoming husband and wife on paper, they each led separate lives, barely crossing paths. A year later, Stella returned to Seamarsh City, hoping to finally meet her mysterious husband. To her astonishment, he sent her a text message, unexpectedly pleading for a divorce without ever having met her in person. Gritting her teeth, Stella replied, "So be it. Let’s get a divorce!" Following that, Stella made a bold move and joined the Prosperity Group, where she became a public relations officer that worked directly for the company’s CEO, Matthew. The handsome and enigmatic CEO was already bound in matrimony, and was known to be unwaveringly devoted to his wife in private. Unbeknownst to Stella, her mysterious husband was actually her boss, in his alternate identity! Determined to focus on her career, Stella deliberately kept her distance from the CEO, although she couldn't help but notice his deliberate attempts to get close to her. As time went on, her elusive husband had a change of heart. He suddenly refused to proceed with the divorce. When would his alternate identity be uncovered? Amidst a tumultuous blend of deception and profound love, what destiny awaited them?