"Dont you think I have to know your name" I murmured to him as I keep moaning He held my hands tight unto the bed and took off my top "Should we do this?" He asked kissing my neck down to my breast, my nipple became hard and pointed. I kept moaning non stop, I hurriedly took of my panties and took off his too. "holy shit, you are freaking hot" he said as he puts his lips on my nipples, he sucked them and massaged them with his cold, soft hands "Oh shit, I love this" I said. ... Jessica "JESSY" Smith, a successful event planner and a story writer falls in love with one of the wealthiest man in American called RYAN BROWN but their beautiful and sweet romance was threatened by their pasts, regrets, secret and family problem from Ryan's past. The mistake he made turned his entire world upside down, he suffered from it and it was also passed down unto his children, they all had their own share of problems created by Ryan, the mistake he made when he was a young boy. Jessica also becames a victim of her past, her ex boyfriend came back again.
As I gazed into the mirror, the reflection staring back at me was almost unrecognizable. My eyes, once bright and full of life, were now puffy and bruised, with dark circles underneath, like two black holes sucking in all the light around me. My cheekbones, once high and defined, were swollen and tender, a constant reminder of the pain and fear that had become my reality. My lips, once full and inviting, were cut and bleeding, a harsh testament to the cruelty that had been inflicted upon me.
The memory of last night's argument with Michael still lingered, his angry words and fists still echoing in my mind like a never-ending nightmare. I could feel the shame and fear washing over me like a cold shower, as I realized I had stayed in this toxic relationship for far too long, sacrificing my own happiness and well-being for the sake of a love that had long since turned sour.
My mind raced back to the early days of our relationship, when Michael was charming and kind, making me feel like the center of his universe. But over time, his charm had turned to manipulation, his kindness to cruelty, and his love to control. I had been blinded by my own desire for love and acceptance, ignoring the warning signs and red flags that had been waving in my face for so long.
But now, as I stood in front of the mirror, staring at the battered and bruised person staring back at me, I knew I had to take a stand. I knew I had to find the strength to leave, to walk away from the only life I had known for so long, and start anew. It wouldn't be easy, but I was ready to take the first step towards freedom, towards healing, and towards a life where I could be happy, truly happy, once again.
As I stood there, gazing at my reflection, I felt a wave of despair wash over me. The physical bruises on my face were only a small part of the story. The real wounds were the ones inside, the ones that had been inflicted on my soul. I felt like a prisoner in my own home, trapped in a life that was suffocating me.
The door was locked from the outside, and I was at the mercy of Michael's whims. He controlled everything - what I ate, what I wore, who I spoke to. I was a shadow of my former self, a mere ghost of the vibrant person I once was. The food I was given was meager and tasteless, a constant reminder that I was a captive, a prisoner in my own life.
The windows seemed to mock me, their transparency a cruel reminder of the freedom I once knew. I longed to walk outside, to feel the warmth of the sun on my skin, to breathe in the fresh air. But that was a luxury I was denied. My world had shrunk to the four walls of our home, a prison that seemed to close in on me with each passing day.
But as I looked at my reflection, something inside me stirred. A spark of defiance, a flame of resistance. I knew I had to escape, to break free from this toxic cycle. I didn't know how, or when, but I knew I had to try. For my own sake, for my own survival. I was ready to fight back, to reclaim my life, and to rediscover the person I once was.
As he entered the room, I could feel my heart racing with a mix of fear and resentment. He approached me with a feigned concern, offering a plate of food and some skin care products. The irony was not lost on me - he was trying to nourish the body he had just battered, and conceal the evidence of his cruelty.
" Eat, you must be hungry," he said, his voice laced with a false tenderness.
I took the plate, my eyes fixed on the bruises that seemed to stare back at me like a constant reminder of his brutality. The food, once a source of comfort, now felt like a tool of control, a way to pacify me into submission.
"And use these creams, they'll help with the swelling," he added, his eyes avoiding the mirror, where our reflections seemed to mock us both.
I took the products, my mind racing with the thought of escape, of freedom, of a life without the constant fear of his wrath. Little did he know, his attempts to conceal the evidence of his cruelty only strengthened my resolve to break free.
"Michael, let me out of here!" I spat, my anger and frustration finally boiling over. "I can't take this anymore! You're suffocating me, trapping me like a prisoner in my own home. I need to get out, to feel the sun on my face, to breathe fresh air, to be free! I'm tired of being locked up like a bird in a gilded cage, with no wings to fly, no voice to sing. I'm tired of being your captive, your plaything, your punching bag. I'm a human being, with a heart and soul, and I deserve to be treated with dignity and respect! Let me breathe Michael, I need to breathe, I also have my own life do not destroy my life".
My words were met with a cold, calculating stare, his eyes narrowing as he took a step closer to me. "You're not going anywhere," he sneered, his voice dripping with malice. "You're mine, and you'll do as I say. You'll stay here, where it's safe, where I can protect you from the world. You're not capable of taking care of yourself, you're too weak, too fragile. I'm the only one who can keep you safe, and you'll do as I say, or suffer the consequences."
Protect me? From the world? I felt a bitter laugh rising up in my throat. "Protect me from you, you mean," I snarled, my defiance sparking a fire within me. "You're the one I need protection from, Michael. You're the monster in my life, the one who's suffocating me, body and soul. You're the one who's crushing my spirit, who's stealing my joy, who's destroying my life. And I won't take it anymore!"
When billionaire CEO Ryan Thompson is forced into a marriage by his father, he is less than thrilled to be tied down to any woman but he decided to choose, a woman he barely knows. But as they navigate their arranged union, Ryan begins to see Nina in a different light as they both began to fall in love with each other. Things between them begins to fall apart when Ryan's ex girlfriend became pregnant.
"Bound by a contract, driven by revenge, and tempted by forbidden love... Ava, a scorned Luna, seeks vengeance against her mate who destroyed their family. Enter Liam Reed, the powerful Alpha of the Bloodmoon Pack, who offers a deal: bear his child, and he will fuel her quest for revenge. As Ava navigates the treacherous world of werewolf politics, she finds herself torn between her thirst for vengeance and growing feelings for Liam. But their love is forbidden, and the consequences of betrayal are deadly. Will Ava honor her contract and risk losing her heart, or will she forge her own path and defy the Alpha who has captured her soul?"
Kara, a rejected mate and broken-hearted omega, has been betrayed by the man she loved, Alpha Kieran. Cast out from the Stormclaw pack, she survives in the wilderness, secretly raising the child of her former mate. When her son is poisoned and dies in her arms, Kara swears revenge. But fate has other plans. She encounters Zarek Greyson, a powerful Alpha who offers her protection-and the chance to exact her vengeance. As Kara's journey of redemption and revenge unfolds, She faces impossible choices, and rises from the ashes to become the queen of her destiny. But will she find peace, or will vengeance consume her forever?
Jude Patterson is accused of killing his wife by his father in law, Jonathan Hawthrone. A lawyer is interested in proving his innocence, but she has a hidden agenda. When Jude leaves prison, he has to work with his estranged daughter to take down a powerful man that had ruined their lives.
“This is what you want right Mirabel. Isnt it?” He murmured, his hands gently rubbing my body, it looked soft and warm. He choked my neck to the bed, my heart raced and beats after than usual. “Yes I do keep going" i whispered into his ears He spanked my a**ss, I moaned, he dipped his hands into my wet pu**sy, he slowly dipped it in and out, a moan escaped my throat. I moaned and held his big di**k, he touched my b**bs and massaged them slowly “Should we do this, do you want us?” I could feel his warm breath on me, his words laced and scared me “Yes, let’s do this" I whispered silently rubbing his d**k harder I could also hear him moan “I will make you forget that cheater” he whispered into my ears I smiled, he choked me again and he slowly used his hands to rub his d**k on my clitoris and slowly dipped it into my p**sy, I moaned and held the bed tightly trying not to scream. . . . Due to the betrayal of her boyfriend for cheating on her with her friend at work, Mirabel slept with her Ex Dad and didnt know.
"You want this Viv. Don't you?" He murmured,his thumb tracing a gentle part down my body. His piercing green eyes seemed to bore into my soul,their intensity making my heart raced. “Stop please,” I cried. I held on to his shoulders to push him away but my fingers dugged into his skin as I threw my head back. A moan escaped my throat. He leaned closer and hiked my skirt up. He pushed aside my already wet panties and gently caressed my clitoris. “Answer me baby, do you want this? Do you want us?” I could feel his warm breath against my skin,his words laced with a tone that both thrilled and terrified me. "Yes,I want it" I whispered,my eyes fluttering close while his fingers thrust in and out of me. I couldn't control the moans that erupt my throat. I knew my actions means giving him total control over me, but I couldn't think straight at the moment. I just wanted him. . . . Hit by the betrayal of her best friend and her boyfriend, Vivian Everhart enters a marriage of convenience with Kian Blackwood. They would show affection and act like a normal couple to everyone, but indoors they act like strangers. Their arrangement was going without a hitch for a while until they started feeling attracted towards each other. They decided to make their marriage real until a figure from Kian's past came into the picture. This made the couple drift apart. Will they go their separate ways? Or will they give themselves another chance and fight for their love?
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?
"Is it considered betrayal to develop feelings for your best friend's boyfriend? What about when fate intervenes, and he turns out to be your destined mate? You might think it's luck and thank the moon goddess for such a twist of fate. That's what I believed until the love of my life uttered those dreaded words: 'I want a divorce!' As I stared at the pregnancy test in my hands, I realized it was better to keep my secret to myself. My name is Violet, and this is my story."
Anabel found out she was pregnant and dialed her husband's number to share the good news to him. They have been married for two years without a child. Desmond's mother had been accusing her of being barren and unproductive. When the call was picked, she was flabbergasted and broken. She was hearing a loud moan of feminine voice. "Ohh! Yeah! Don't stop fucking me! Fuck me harder baby!" accompanied with sound of skins slapping against the other. She went home to confront her husband and end up receiving a divorce paper. Desmond divorced him for a lady his mother was rooting. Few months later when he found out that his ex-wife is a billionaire heiress and she is pregnant with twins, he went crazy!
June Rivera was divorced by her husband after three years of marriage because he wanted to be with her sister who was pregnant for him. Kicked to the curb with a divorce and rejected by her parents,she struggles to make ends meet and get a job until she saves Luis Ambrose from an accident - the only child of Rafael Ambrose, a widowed man and the CEO of Ambrose Corporation. When little Luis asks to have her as a nanny, and Rafael's mother pressures him to get married, they draw a contract. To be Luis's nanny and his fake wife for one year in exchange for 50 million dollars!
Belinda thought after divorce, they would part ways for good - he could live his life on his own terms, while she could indulge in the rest of hers. However, fate had other plans in store. "My darling, I was wrong. Would you please come back to me?" The man, whom she once loved deeply, lowered his once proud head humbly. "I beg you to return to me." Belinda coldly pushed away the bouquet of flowers he had offered her and coolly replied, "It's too late. The bridge has been burned, and the ashes have long since scattered to the wind!"
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."