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As newly weds we entered our beloved marital home together, hand in hand, sparks flying in the air. This is how every couple feels on their wedding day, every body would be so overwhelmed to embark on a new journey, a journey of love, trust and everlasting bliss. Except for us it was different! None of us wanted to be in this sham of a marriage. "I still can't believe my dad forced this on us!" Trevor growled, throwing his tux jacket onto the sofa. "Tell me about it, this whole arranged marriage thing is archaic," I retorted, tossing my bouquet aside, along with the stupid bride veil. Any remaining wedding day cheer was absolutely not for us maybe for our guests and Mr. Kinsley who happens to be my godfather and also my turned father in law. I and my darling husband glared at each other, the hatred we bare for each other boiling over. "You drive me absolutely crazy!" I exploded. "The feeling is mutual!" he shot back before storming out of the room. So much for a beautiful happy ever after....
Prologue
As newly weds we entered our beloved marital home together, hand in hand, sparks flying in the air. This is how every couple feels on their wedding day, every body would be so overwhelmed to embark on a new journey, a journey of love, trust and everlasting bliss.
Except for us it was different! None of us wanted to be in this sham of a marriage.
"I still can't believe my dad forced this on us!" Trevor growled, throwing his tux jacket onto the sofa.
"Tell me about it, this whole arranged marriage thing is archaic,"I retorted, tossing my bouquet aside, along with the stupid bride veil.
Any remaining wedding day cheer was absolutely not for us maybe for our guests and Mr. Kinsley who happens to be my godfather and also my turned father in law.
I and my darling husband glared at each other, the hatred we bare for each other boiling over.
"You drive me absolutely crazy!" I exploded.
"The feeling is mutual!" he shot back before storming out of the room.
So much for a beautiful happy ever after....
Three years later...
Raven
As the elevator doors opened on the top floor, I took a deep breath and stepped out. I'd walked these halls countless times but each time just gets better.
I strode through the halls like I owned them which was kind of true since my husband happened to be the CEO and my father in law happened to be Coven Kinsley owner of the largest fashion empire in New York. What we do here at Amore House of fashion, is bring nothing but charm and glam in the citizen's lives.
Striding towards my office with my PA running behind me like a lap dog. Some times he makes me regret hiring an intern, it seems I have to teach him everything, from how to comb his hair right to how to walk like a normal person. Nah, actually I don't walk like a normal person either, I walk like a queen, like a diva because I know I've got it all. The beauty, my mom was nominated among the top 10 most beautiful models in the country, my dad graduated top student in business at Harvard so it's obvious I've got the brains too. Hope you see what I mean, I've got it all.
My heels clicked purposefully against the marble. I could feel the employees' gazes following me, some out of respect, others out of jealousy. Yeah, am aware the men want me, the women want to be me, that's how it is in every gorgeous woman's life.
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I just love the attention, that is if it is not bad publicity, being COO of the most successful company in the fashion industry has its perks and troubles and one of them is that I have to be perfect at all times, which by the way is a very hard thing, it is almost impossible but I try.
I did'nt miss the way some men's eyes lingered, drinking in my figure. That's what got me to know that my newly delivered cocktail dress from Milan was a miracle.
"Timmy," I beckoned for my assistant's attention which I got with one snap of a finger.
"Yes, ma'am," came in his sweet innocent voice. I can't deny it, the re is something about his obedience that I love so much.
"Send some roses to Roberto for me, dear."
"Yes, ma'am" he nodded a little too quickly.
"Tell him I like the dress he made, it's ravishing."
"I'll do so ma'am."
Oh God! The obedience some times I feel like reaching for his brown locks and Pat them like I would to a good Golden retriever. Timothy is quite the best assistant anyone would wish for.
Taking in a low breath, I placed my right hand over the knob in front of me and pushed the door open.
"Ferrari Contract," I demanded, meeting his shocked gaze evenly. "I want to be in charge of it."
Trevor rose from his chair, glaring at me. "You can't just barge in here whenever you feel like. Where the hell did you leave your manners?"
"In the toilet?" I said sarcastically.
"What?" he rose his brow not understanding what I meant.
I stood up elegantly and wiped my hands on my thighs, straightening my dress. "In the toilet, that's
where I left my manners, Sir," I spat at him.
His jaw tightened, clearly angered by my choice of words but anyway since when did I ever play the role of a pleasing wife, that's not for me.
"Trevor, am so done with this game of yours."
"What game?" he wiped his hands together giving me that innocent look.
"I know what you're doing, you deny me any important work in this company, making me just seat all day picking out texture and colors, on purpose."
"Well," he chuckled as he folded his arms. "Am glad you now understand my motive, there is no place for you at Amore House of fashion."
Oh Lord! I don't know if the fact that he was denying me chances to prove myself or the fact that he did'nt deny it at all, I don't know which of the two angered me the most.
"Enough of this nonsense, I want the fuckin contract, all I need is for you to give it now, so I can go meet Ferrari and get it signed. Am fed up of being nothing but a doll in the Coo office, all I do is sit around, it's like I don't deserve it."
I shot back, unflinching under his rage.
I rose, my heels clicking ominously on the way to the door. "You'll hand over that contract or else I'll make sure he knows about your little secret here."
As I reached the door, he called out: "You won't get away with this!"
With a smirk, I replied, "Watch me," and flung the door wide open. Striding out with shoulders squared and heels echoing defiantly on the polished floor. Trevor Noah just did'nt know what he had just started, I was so going to go all shades on him. He just had to sit back and watch me elevate.
I could hear the crashing of furniture and glass as my husband let loose his fury. The sounds of things being flung off his polished mahogany desk, chairs toppled over, and file cabinets wrenched open echoed through the marble floored corridors.
Smirking to myself, I continued on my way, confident that this time, the battle was mine. I was going to be the last man standing.
"You're not getting it," he stated stubbornly, "It's too important to be handed out to the likes of you," he waved his hands at me as if I was a parasite.
"Well, if you think that treating me like trash will get me to give up, pack my things and leave this company, then you're more than wrong because am going to show you just how much of a parasite, I can be," I replied coldly, leaning back, crossing my arms. His eyes narrowed, the fight igniting between us. But he knew better than to challenge my determination.
"Wait till I tell your Dad about the little escapades you've been having in this office."
"You would'nt't," he said in a tight, strained voice. Looks like I had him right were I wanted now. For the years I've been with Trevor I've come to learn that his dad is the only person he is afraid of, yes they fight a whole a lot but he still accords ultimate respect to the old man. The room crackled with tension.
"You think you can blackmail me in my own company?" he thundered, slamming his fist on the desk.
"More like exposing your pathetic attempts to ruin this business,"
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. .
"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."
For ten years, Daniela showered her ex-husband with unwavering devotion, only to discover she was just his biggest joke. Feeling humiliated yet determined, she finally divorced him. Three months later, Daniela returned in grand style. She was now the hidden CEO of a leading brand, a sought-after designer, and a wealthy mining mogul—her success unveiled at her triumphant comeback. Her ex-husband’s entire family rushed over, desperate to beg for forgiveness and plead for another chance. Yet Daniela, now cherished by the famed Mr. Phillips, regarded them with icy disdain. "I’m out of your league."
"You're a creepy bastard." His eyes smolder me and his answering grin is nothing short of beautiful. Deadly. "Yet you hunger for me. Tell me, this appetite of yours, does it always tend toward 'creepy bastards'?" **** Widower and ex-boss to the Mafia, Zefiro Della Rocca, has an unhealthy fixation on the woman nextdoor. It began as a coincidence, growing into mere curiosity, and soon, it was an itch he couldn't ignore, like a quick fix of crack for an addict. He didn't know her name, but he knew every inch of her skin, how it flushed when she climaxed, her favourite novel and that every night she contemplated suicide. He didn't want to care, despising his rapt fascination of the woman. She was in love with her abusive husband. She was married, bound by a contract to the Bratva's hitman. She was off-limits. But when Zefiro wanted something, it was with an intensity that bordered on madness. He obsessed, possessed, owned. There'd be bloodshed if he touched her, but the sight of blood always did fascinate him. * When Susanna flees from her husband, she stumbles right into the arms of her devilishly handsome neighbour with a brooding glare. He couldn't stand her, but she needed him, if she was ever going to escape her husband who now wanted her dead. Better the devil you know than the angel you don't. She should have recalled that before hopping into Zefiro's car and letting him whisk her away to Italy. Maybe then, she wouldn't have started an affair with him. He was the only man who touched her right, and the crazy man took no small pains in ensuring he would be the last.
"I heard you're going to marry Marcelo. Is this perhaps your revenge against me? It's very laughable, Renee. That man can barely function." Her foster family, her cheating ex, everyone thought Renee was going to live in pure hell after getting married to a disabled and cruel man. She didn't know if anything good would ever come out of it after all, she had always thought it would be hard for anyone to love her but this cruel man with dark secrets is never going to grant her a divorce because she makes him forget how to breathe.
"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."