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The Clinton family appears to be the epitope of perfection, with the wealth, lavish lifestyle, and impeccable manners. However behind close doors, they struggle with secrets, lies and unresolved conflicts. As tensions rise and secrets spill, the Clinton's must confront their flaws and weaknesses to find peace and redemption.
Tory Clinton delicately sipped her red wine, her eyes scanning the crowded room with a mixture of elegance and disdain. "I do hope the caterer remembered to use the fine china", she whispered to her husband Fredrick, in her sweet voice."
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Fredrick with his charming smile nodded, his eyes crinkling at the corners. As they chatted, Tory's gaze drifted to their children, Christabel and Chris who were laughing and joking with their friends. Phoebe their youngest was busy constructing a tower with her building blocks, oblivious to the commotion around her. Meanwhile, in the kitchen, the caterer was frantically searching for the fine china, muttering under his breath about 'ridiculous requests' and 'pretentious clients'. As the evening wore on, the Clinton's mansion echohed with the sound of laughter and clinking glasses, a testament to their impeccable hosting skills. Tory continued to make her way through the crowd, she exchanged air-kisses and polite smiles with the other guests. 'Darling your dress is stunning'. She cooed to her friend Eunice. "Who's the designer?" Eunice beamed with pride. "Thank you, Tory!" It's a one-of-a-kind piece from Paris." Tory's eyes widened in envy. "How fabulous! I must get the name of your designer."
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Meanwhile, Fredrick was regaling a group of guests with a story about his latest business venture. "And then, I told the investor, we are not just thinking outside box, we are throwing the box away." The group erupted into laughter, and Frederick grinned, pleased with himself. Christabel who was standing nearby rolled her eyes good- naturedly, "Dad's telling the box story again", she whispered to Chris. Chris chuckled and tells her he has heard it a million times. As the evening drew closer on the Clinton's, their family of perfection began to show tiny hairline cracks. Phoebe's tower of blocks came crashing down, and she wailed in dismay. Christabel and Chris exchanged a look, both thinking the same thing. This was going to be a long night. Tory swooped in to comfort Phoebe, scooping her up in a graceful motion. "It's okay, sweetie we'll build an even bigger tower." As she carried Phoebe away, Fredrick caught her eye and raised an eyebrow. "Maybe we should get her a playdate with that new family in town, the Smith's i think?" Tory nodded, her mind already racing with the social implications. "Yes, that's a great idea. I'll schedule something for next week." Christabel and Chris exchanged a skeptical look. They knew their parents motives. The Smith's were new money, and their parents wanted to secure an alliance. As the evening finally came, the guests began to say their goodbyes. Tory and Frederick stood at the door, beaming with pride as they bid farewell to their friends. But as soon as the last guest departed, the Clinton's masks slipped. Tory let out a deep sigh, and Fredrick loosened his tie. "Well that was a long night," he said, heading for the bar. Christabel and Chris exchanged a knowing look again. They knew the real evening was only just beginning.
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."
Allison fell in love with Ethan Iversen, the soon-to-be Alpha of the Moonlight Crown pack. She always wanted him to notice her. Meanwhile, Ethan was an arrogant Alpha who thought a weak Omega could not be his companion. Ethan's cousin, Ryan Iversen, who came back from abroad and was the actual heir of the pack, never tried to get the position nor did he show any interest in it. He was a popular playboy Alpha but when he came back to the pack, one thing captured his eyes and that was Allison.
Charlee was left at the altar and became a laughingstock. She tried to keep her head high, but ultimately lost it when she received a sex tape of her fiance and her half-sister. Devastated, she ended up spending a wild night with a hot stranger. It was supposed to be one-time thing, but he kept popping up, helping her with projects and revenge, all while flirting with her constantly. Charlee soon realized that it was nice having him around, until her ex suddenly appeared at her door, begging for another chance. Her tycoon lover asked, “Who will you choose? Think carefully before you answer.”
Darya spent three years loving Micah, worshipping the ground he walked on. Until his neglect and his family's abuse finally woke her up to the ugly truth-he doesn't love her. Never did, never will. To her, he is a hero, her knight in shining armour. To him, she is an opportunist, a gold digger who schemed her way into his life. Darya accepts the harsh reality, gathers the shattered pieces of her dignity, divorces him, takes back her real name, reclaims her title as the country's youngest billionaire heiress. Their paths cross again at a party. Micah watches his ex-wife sing like an angel, tear up the dance floor, then thwart a lecher with a roundhouse kick. He realises, belatedly, that she's exactly the kind of woman he'd want to marry, if only he had taken the trouble to get to know her. Micah acts promptly to win her back, but discovers she's now surrounded by eligible bachelors: high-powered CEO, genius biochemist, award-winning singer, reformed playboy. Worse, she makes it pretty clear that she's done with him. Micah gears up for an uphill battle. He must prove to her he's still worthy of her love before she falls for someone else. And time is running out.
Becky endured three years of marriage to the cold-hearted Rory. In all that time, she naively reasoned that one day, he'd gradually come to like her. But the second he forced her to kneel down and humiliate herself, she knew she had been wrong about him. This man had no feelings for her at all. So why should she still love him? When Rory gave her the choice between kneeling down and divorcing, she didn't miss a beat and chose the latter. After all, why should she waste her youth on this scumbag? Wouldn't it be nicer for her to just have fun every day with her billion-dollar family fortune?
It was supposed to be a marriage of convenience, but Carrie made the mistake of falling in love with Kristopher. When the time came that she needed him the most, her husband was in the company of another woman. Enough was enough. Carrie chose to divorce Kristopher and move on with her life. Only when she left did Kristopher realize how important she was to him. In the face of his ex-wife’s countless admirers, Kristopher offered her 20 million dollars and proposed a new deal. “Let’s get married again.”