Piper Evans, the fiery and unpredictable daughter of billionaire Richard Evans, has just been released from jail - again. Her tumultuous past is marked by public outbursts, scandalous relationships, and a penchant for speaking her mind, no matter the cost. Fresh from her latest stint behind bars, Piper shocks the world by announcing her engagement to her ex, the wealthy and influential Roland White - the same man she publicly humiliated and dumped months prior. Confident, unapologetic, and unafraid to speak her mind, Piper isn't intimidated by the scrutiny and skepticism surrounding her sudden change of heart. As the news spreads like wildfire, everyone wonders what's behind Piper's sudden decision to marry the man she once so thoroughly rejected. Is she seeking redemption, or is this just another ploy to stir up chaos and attention? One thing's for certain - with Piper Evans, expect the unexpected. Her unapologetic spirit, razor-sharp wit, and unwavering confidence will keep everyone on their toes as she navigates this latest chapter in her unpredictable life.
Piper's POV
My slender fingers dig into the layers of satin and tulle, as if wanting to claw my pathetic way out of the suffocating cocoon. The white elastic corset constricts my waist, making each breath a chore for me. I feel like a small bird in a damned cage, its wings clipped and helpless.
As the church doors swing open, a warm glow spills out, illuminating my light brown wavy hair. My honey brown eyes sweep over the sea of expectant faces, my heart sinking like a stone. Soft strains of violin and keyboard fill the air, a serene melody that mocks joyfully makes mockery of my turmoil.
I'll honestly rather be anywhere else; back in my nightclub, surrounded by the pulsating beat and the freedom to be myself. But here I am, trapped in this terrible nightmare, forced to play the role of a dutiful bride.
With a deep breath and my red-coloured lips, I, Piper Evans, unfortunate daughter of Richard Evans, take my first step toward my destruction, the weight of my gown and my resentment threatening to crush me.
My eyes scan the crowd, searching for an escape, but there is none. Then I know, like I know my monthly cycle, that I am walking into my doom, one slow, deliberate step at a time.
The music swells, like the musicians just woke up, a crescendo of calm that only fuels my rage. My tightly stuffed chest burns with anger, my mind racing with the lies I'll have to tell, the smiles I'll have to fake, and the freedom I'll have to surrender. I'm a wild bird, caged and silenced, forced to conform to the expectations of others. And it is suffocating me.
My stilettos click on the marble floor, each step deliberately slow-motioned, protesting against the fate awaiting me. I drag my feet, stretching the shorting distance to the altar, as if the extra seconds could somehow alter the course of my destiny.
My father's glare burns into my skin, a silent warning to hasten my pace. I know better than to test his patience; I mean, I've seen him lock away disobedient employees in the basement cells of our estate. The thought sends a shiver down my spine, and I force myself to move, albeit at a glacial pace.
The tight, boned corset and layers of tulle restrict my movement, making each step a precarious balancing act. My eyes dart to the stairs, imagining the humiliation of tumbling down them, my gown a tangled, ivory cloud around me.
Disgrace
As I reache the midpoint, I lift my chin, schooling my features into a mask of resignation. But the moment my gaze meets Roland's- his towering fame and tattoo-covered neck- my composure crumbles. His eyes, cold and calculating, seem to bore into my very soul, and my heart rebels against the mad union.
My lips curl into a snarl, and I feel my face heat up in anger. I want to scream, to shatter the glittering glass windows and shatter the farce of this cursed wedding. But the weight of my father's expectations, the crushing pressure of my circumstances, keep me mute and trapped. My eyes flash with defiance, but I continue my slow, reluctant march toward the altar, toward the man I am doomed to marry.
My damned ex.
Roland's gaze doesn't waver. His eyes shamelessly hold a mixture of triumph and contempt, as if he knows he's won a prize he doesn't even want. My skin crawls under his scrutiny, and there's an undeniable surge of resentment towards my father for forcing me into this union. For refusing to give me another chance.
The minister's voice drones on, but I tune him out. I can't bear to hear the words that will bind me to this man. My eyes roam the crowd, searching for an escape or a friendly face, but I finds none. I am alone in my misery, trapped in a sea of expectant smiles and polite applause. Selling my future to a Don. A fucking, ruthless, deceitful mafia boss. Someone I'd sworn never to date again.
I wonder if they know that the man beside me, the one I am about to vow to love and cherish, is a mastermind of evil? That his wealth and power are built on the suffering of others?
The thought makes my stomach churn. Why are they celebrating this falsehood?
In all this insanity, only two people truly stand to gain from this union: my father, who will secure his business interests, and Roland, who will expand his empire. I, as usual am just a pawn, a mere accessory to their deal.
My eyes snap back to Roland, who's quiet beside me, his expression is infuriatingly as unreadable as ever. His stoic mask makes me look like a desperate, lovesick fool. My anger flares at the thought of the headlines that will likely splatter the tabloids tomorrow: "Desperate Heiress Weds Ruthless Drug Lord" or "Love Conquers All: Piper Evans Ties the Knot with Roland White". The very thought feeds me with the urge to scream out my lungs.
My eyes lock onto Father Gerald's, his voice dripping with false sincerity. I nod, a small, almost imperceptible movement, but Roland''s gaze snaps to mine, his eyes narrowing into slits. I feel a cold shiver run down my spine as he seems to bore into my soul, warning me to comply.
"Yes," I whisper, the word barely audible, but enough to satisfy the formalities. I can't help but think of the contract, the one I signed under duress, the one that binds me to this monster and this life. If I hadn't agreed, father would have made sure I pay the price.
Prison, or worse.
My eyes drop, my gaze falling on the ornate rings that symbolize my captivity. I feel a strong surge of resentment towards the blond haired, blue eyed demon, resentment towards my baldheaded father, and towards the fate that has been forced upon me. I am a prisoner in this traumatic cage, and I knows it.
"GET DOWN!"
I barely grasp the loud warning when someone aggressively slams into me.
Aria, a 20-year-old hybrid omega, part witch and werewolf is cruelly rejected by her Alpha mate and forced into years of slavery in the palace. But her fate takes a shocking turn when he sells her off. Gifted to the Alpha King himself, Aria is thrust into a world she never knew existed. Will she finally find love in the arms of the most feared Alpha or will fate once again work against her? As every corner holds the shadows of danger, Aria must learn to confront her own demons and the darkness which haunts her. What happens if her kind comes for her, will Aria find the strength to resist their call? Or will she bow to the very curse that has haunted her for so long? Caution: This story contains mature scenes, explicit language, and dark themes and a whole lot of interesting stuff.
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.
Janet was adopted when she was a kid -- a dream come true for orphans. However, her life was anything but happy. Her adoptive mother taunted and bullied her all her life. Janet got the love and affection of a parent from the old maid who raised her. Unfortunately, the old woman fell ill, and Janet had to marry a worthless man in place of her parents' biological daughter to meet the maid's medical expenses. Could this be a Cinderella's tale? But the man was far from a prince, except for his handsome appearance. Ethan was the illegitimate son of a wealthy family who lived a reckless life and barely made ends meet. He got married to fulfill his mother's last wish. However, on his wedding night, he had an inkling that his wife was different from what he had heard about her. Fate had united the two people with deep secrets. Was Ethan truly the man we thought he was? Surprisingly, he bore an uncanny resemblance to the impenetrable wealthiest man in the city. Would he find out that Janet married him in place of her sister? Would their marriage be a romantic tale or an utter disaster? Read on to unravel Janet and Ethan's journey.
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.
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."
My name is Katia, and I am just trying to survive until my fated mate arrives. Which may be easier said than done. Rejectection is the last straw. Whispering my acceptance of his rejection. I run through the pack house, out across the manicured lawn into the forest. "I'm sorry, my sweet girl," I say to my wolf. I'm sorry you have been stuck with me and have had to suffer everything I have. She whispers," it's not your fault, Katia. We came to a cliff with a waterfall. The hurt keeps pounding at me. I need it to stop. My sweet girl, and I just want peace, I keep running and leap off the cliff. Spreading my arms wide, with tears streaming down my face, I fall, not making a sound, waiting for sweet oblivion where we feel nothing ever again. "I love you, my sweet girl! Until we meet again, "My wolf replied just before we hit the water, "I love you too, Katia. I have never regretted a moment with you." The Snow Moon pack is having their last barbecue of the summer next to the waterfall on their land. The adults are laughing and joking while watching the pups play. The alpha, beta, and gamma are swimming with some of the older children and playing a game of Marco Polo. Someone yells, "Oh my goddess, someone just jumped over the waterfall!" Everyone is frozen as they watch what looks to be a child falling arms spread wide, no one makes a sound. The small body hits the water like a plane crashing into the side of a mountain. The alpha, beta, and gamma, spring into action, swimming towards the area the person went under. The alpha is screaming his wolf is going crazy repeating, "Find her. Find her...find her!" They dive and the beta surfaces with a small person in his arms. Alpha takes the girl from his beta, laying her on the ground. The men are shocked by what they see. She is covered in scars and injuries. Her body is twisted and broken. The Beta asks, "Who could have done this to someone so defenseless?" Alpha drops to his knees, repeating, "MATE...MATE...MATE!"
After three secretive years of marriage, Eliana never met her enigmatic husband until she was served with divorce papers and learned of his extravagant pursuit of another. She snapped back to reality and secured a divorce. Thereafter, Eliana unveiled her various personas: an esteemed doctor, legendary secret agent, master hacker, celebrated designer, adept race car driver, and distinguished scientist. As her diverse talents became known, her ex-husband was consumed by remorse. Desperately, he pleaded, "Eliana, give me another chance! All my properties, even my life, are yours."