Heather's ex-boyfriend, Jeremy, who had vanished two years earlier, was surprisingly revealed to be the uncle of her current partner. In public, Jeremy projected a cold and arrogant demeanor, yet he harbored an obsessive and near-maddening fixation on Heather. In her desperation to escape Jeremy's dominating influence, Heather turned to Nathan, whom she perceived as a kind-hearted businessman. However, she was unaware of Nathan's true nature. He, too, had sinister intentions and, like Jeremy, aimed to exploit her. Trapped in a dangerous love triangle, Heather found herself unable to escape.
Cedric Buckley had been dating Heather Taylor for two years when he suddenly felt ready to propose. Today, however, was the somber occasion of his grandfather's funeral. Cedric chose this day to introduce Heather to his family officially.
An hour before the ceremony, a woman arrived unexpectedly. Cedric's demeanor shifted noticeably at her appearance. He excused himself to Heather, saying he needed to handle something urgent and left with the woman.
"Heather, I'll have someone else take care of this. Please find Cedric. His uncle is arriving soon," Sharon Buckley instructed.
She was Cedric's mother and had never been fond of Heather, who she felt was below their social standing and too unrespectable to be greeting guests at the entrance.
Heather, compliant as ever, nodded and began her search. She wandered through the crowded hall and ascended the stairs to Cedric's childhood room. Pushing the door open, she found the room deserted and eerily silent. Just as she was about to search elsewhere, a faint, peculiar noise from the bathroom halted her.
Curious and cautious, she slipped off her high heels and approached the slightly ajar bathroom door. Peering through the gap, her heart sank. There was Cedric, in a compromising position with a woman, pressed against the washstand in a heated encounter. The sound of running water and muffled moans filled the air.
"I shouldn't have come back," the woman wept between labored breaths. "I meet your needs, yet I have to watch you marry someone else? Let me go!"
"No, you left me first without any explanation. I thought you'd never return, so I moved on with Heather," Cedric tried to soothe her, his voice strained. "She's just someone to pass the time with."
"Then you should break up with her," Alexia Harris urged, her voice trembling as she clung to Cedric, tears spilling over her cheeks. "I'm not the person I used to be. I'm now a part of the wealthy Harris family, and I'm worthy to be your wife."
Cedric hesitated, his mind racing. He had shared two years with Heather, feelings not easily dismissed. "It's not that simple, I-"
Before he could finish, the door swung open. Heather entered, her expression one of resigned sadness. "I agree to break up."
Her sudden appearance jolted Cedric. His body reacted, his face draining of color.
Heather's gaze fell on their entwined forms, a sight so alien yet painfully clear. Tears gathered in her eyes as she took a step back. "I had planned to give you my first time on our wedding day. To think that after two years, I was nothing more than someone's stand-in."
With those words, she turned to leave, then paused, mastering her emotions to add, "Put on your clothes. Your uncle has arrived."
Scrambling, Cedric pulled up his trousers as Alexia hurriedly adjusted her dress. He darted forward, reaching for Heather's wrist in a desperate gesture. He fumbled for words, then blurted out, "Alexia was my first love. We were so happy together before. When she returned, I just... I lost control."
Heather shook off his grasp and cast a fleeting glance at Alexia, who was leaving. As she did, tears she had been holding back began to fall. "You've helped me immensely, and I've been truly grateful for that. However, this situation has turned our time together into a joke, squandering two year of my life. Thankfully, your financial support over these years balances that out, so we're even."
"I never intended for us to break up," Cedric said, his voice laced with anxiety. He caught up to Heather, his expression fraught with regret. When Alexia seduced him, he wasn't thinking of ending things with Heather.
"Today of all days, your grandfather's funeral, I will continue to act the part well," Heather declared, her tone resolute yet tinged with sadness.
After speaking, she turned and left. As she walked away, her demeanor shifted dramatically. She dabbed at her tears and a faint smile crossed her lips.
Upon her return from studying abroad in her sophomore year, she had encountered severe financial difficulties. She had toiled day and night just to make ends meet. It was Cedric who had stepped in to assist her, covering her tuition and living expenses. He had invested heavily in her, introducing her to experiences around the world.
In gratitude, she had accepted his persistent advances and assumed the role of the accommodating and rational girlfriend he desired, aligning with his plans and wishes.
However, she had her boundaries. She couldn't engage in a physical relationship without love. By framing her decision to wait until marriage, they maintained a chaste relationship for two years. She had believed that Cedric's decision to bring her home and talk about marriage was driven by his longing for intimacy after such a prolonged period of abstinence.
Now, caught in the act of betrayal, the breakup unfolded just as she desired. Cedric was the one at fault, allowing her to leave him without any lingering guilt, liberating herself from a debt she felt burdened by.
Once upon a time, there were two kingdoms once at peace. The kingdom of Salem and the kingdom of Mombana... Until the day, the king of Mombana passed away and a new monarch took over, Prince Cone. Prince Cone, has always been hungry for more power and more and more. After his coronation, he attacked Salem. The attack was so unexpected, Salem never prepared for it. They were caught off guard. The king and Queen was killed, the prince was taken into slavery. The people of Salem that survived the war was enslaved, their land taken from them. Their women were made sex slaves. They lost everything, including their land. Evil befall the land of Salem in form of Prince Cone, and the prince of Salem in his slavery was filled with so much rage. The prince of Salem, Prince Lucien swore revenge. 🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳 Ten years later, thirty-years old Lucien and his people raided a coup and escaped slavery. They went into hiding and recuperated. They trained day and night under the leadership of the fearless and cold Lucien who was driven with everything in him to get back their land, and take Mombana land too. It took them five years before they ambushed and attacked Mombana. They killed Prince Cone and reclaimed everything. As they screamed out their victory, Lucien's eyes found and pinned the proud princess of Mombana. Princess Danika. The daughter of Prince Cone. As Lucien stared at her with the coldest eyes anyone can ever possess, he felt victory for the first time. He walked to the princess with the slave collar he'd won for ten years rattling in his hand as he walked. He reached close to her and with a swift movement, he collared her neck. Then, he tilted her chin up, staring into the bluest eyes and the most beautiful face ever created, he gave her a cold smile. "You are my acquisition. My slave. My sex slave. My property. I will pay you in spades, everything you and your father ever did to me and my people." He stated curtly. Pure hatred, coldness and victory was the only emotion on his face. .
In her previous life, Kimberly endured the betrayal of her husband, the cruel machinations of an evil woman, and the endless tyranny of her in-laws. It culminated in the bankruptcy of her family, and ultimately, her death. After being reborn, she resolved to seek retribution against those who had wronged her, and ensure her family's prosperity. To her shock, the most unattainable man from her past suddenly set his sights on her. "You may have overlooked me before, but I shall capture your heart this time around."
Amy didn't expect that her husband whom she had loved and trusted earnestly for many years would be cheating on her by having sex with his secretary. When she confronted him, he and his secretary mocked and ridiculed her, they called her barren to her face, afterall, she had not conceived for the past three years that she had been married to her husband, Callan. Terribly Heartbroken, she filed for divorce and left to the club, she picked a random gigolo, had a hot one night stand with him, paid him and dissapeared to a small city. She came back to the country six years later with three identical cute boys and three identical cute girls of the same age. She settled and got a job but soon find out that her CEO was the gigolo she had sex with six years back at the club. Will she be able to hide her six little cuties from her CEO, who happens to be the most powerful man in NorthHill and beleived to be infertile? Can Amy and the most powerful man in NorthHill get along considering the social gap between them.
Rumors claimed that Fernanda, newly back with her family, was nothing more than a violent country bumpkin. Fernanda just flashed a casual, dismissive grin in response. Another rumor suggested that the usually rational Cristian had lost all sense, madly in love with Fernanda. This frustrated her. She could tolerate gossip about herself, but slander against her beloved crossed the line! Gradually, as Fernanda's multiple identities as a celebrated designer, a savvy gamer, an acclaimed painter, and a successful business magnate came to light, everyone realized they were the ones who had been fooled.
"Ahh!" She was in a moaning mess. She did not want to feel anything for this man. She hated him. His hands began to move all over her body. She gasped when he pulled down the back chain of her dress. The chain stopped at her lower waist, so when he zipped it off, her upper back and waist were exposed. "D-Don't touch m-ummm!" His fingers rolled around her bare back, and she pressed her head against the pillow. His touches were giving her goosebumps all over her body. With a deep angry voice, he whispered in her ear, "I am going to make you forget his touches, kisses, and everything. Every time you touch another man, you will only think of me." - - - Ava Adler was a nerdy omega. People bullied her because they thought she was ugly and unattractive. But Ava secretly loved the bad boy, Ian Dawson. He was the future Alpha of the Mystic Shadow Pack. However, he doesn't give a damn about rules and laws, as he only likes to play around with girls. Ava was unaware of Ian's arrogance until her fate intertwined with his. He neglected her and hurt her deeply. What would happen when Ava turned out to be a beautiful girl who could win over any boy, and Ian looked back and regretted his decisions? What if she had a secret identity that she had yet to discover? What if the tables turned and Ian begged her not to leave him?
Bailey seems to be never destined to fit in, a little geeky, but under it all, a hidden beauty that so many seem to miss, but still not what her pack Alpha is looking for in a fated mate... so he is determined to reject her and make her life hell. Bailey, knowing her life will likely never be the same focuses on what she can control, her future, and heads off to study; becoming a teacher. Asher is the Beta of Autumn Valley Pack, a neighbouring pack. A broken man having suffered the loss of his mate after a rogue attack, Asher is slowly crumbling. Falling to pieces. A shadow of his former self, and not a man that anyone wants to be around anymore... Until, Autumn Valley Pack require a new teacher, and Bailey finds herself there and pushed together with the Beta. Is there a connection building or is that in their imaginations? And what will happen when Bailey's mate comes back to claim what is his?