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"Adam...Can we at least talk about this?" my hand snaked up to catch his arm. "Can you stop being a fucking child? Grow the fuck up and stop being such a clingy fucking bitch." He snapped, pushing me away again and brushing his arm. Getting pregnant outside wedlock was never part of the plans for Julie Paxton, but her Not-so-secret affair with arrogant billionaire, Adam Jones, steered a turn in her life. His rejection of her and the pregnancy sends her as far away from him as possible but six years later, he is back and begging to be back into her life. Will she fight him?
JULIE
"I was not expecting you" I smiled as Adam walked into my apartment.
I closed the door behind him and walked straight into his arms, inhaling his masculine scent and loving the steady thrumming of his heartbeat close to my ears.
His eyes were vacant as I stared up at him, like his mind was very far away and I wondered what the problem was.
"We have to end whatever this is" He muttered in a low voice.
"What are you talking about?" I asked, while he pushed me away.
"We cannot continue whatever this is" He repeated, running a hand through his hair.
I said nothing, waiting for him to tell me he was joking and he loved me... like he always said.
"But I thought..."
"You thought what?" He quipped. "Thinking is not exactly your forte, Julie... you should stick to sucking cocks; now that is something you are very good at" He smirked.
"Stop saying that" I squeaked, wondering where all these was coming from.
"You did not think that I would choose you over the numerous celebrity women flocking me daily in public? That I will jeopardize my business and career because of you?" He stopped me, his words slapping me into crude reality.
"Come on, Julie... we have had our fun and honestly, you were the best distraction. As much as I want this to continue, you are becoming too clingy and I cannot have that" He smiled, reaching for my cheek and caressing it softly.
"This is the end of whatever this is" He muttered with a tone of finality.
"You cannot do this to me" I muttered more to myself than him, my mind buzzing with crazy thoughts.
It is a joke... a prank. He is probably teasing and hoping to see my reaction, my scattered thoughts concocted.
I so desperately wanted it to be a bad dream and something I would soon wake up from but when I pinched myself slowly, it fucking hurt.
It was no bad dream, I told myself. This was happening.
"I do not want this to be messy but I will have you know that you are just my assistant and if you think the public is going to give a fuck about you should this news be made known to everyone then you are solely mistaken. I am the golden boy here... the billionaire and you are the gold-digging assistant who fucked her boss so she can climb up the social ladder"
I gasped, the tears streaming down my cheeks as I stared at the man in front of me. I did not recognize him and he wasn't the loving man who treated me so gently... he was a fucking bastard.
"Adam..." I began
"I had you sign a non-disclosure so the court will definitely rule in my favour but there is no need to let it get that far and ruin what is left of your name because I will ruin it" He threatened, his eyes steady upon my face like he wanted me to know he wasn't joking about anything he was saying.
"I will not be firing you, even though I know that is what should be done in this case. Cut the dead weight which is you once and for all" He told me while I wondered whether he wanted me to sink to my knees in gratitude.
"Why?" I muttered. "Is it something I did? I am sure we can work whatever it is out if you will just talk to me"
He paused, blinking before he began laughing hard... the surprise in his eyes mocking my words
"Fuck... this has to be a joke, right? This is not up for discussion, Julie. Where the hell do you think you are, in a fucking movie? I will never be caught dead with a girl like you, Julie. I thought you would have figured that out already but it seems I have to spell it out for you...I have a reputation to protect and a company to build and you will never fit into it the way you are" He barked.
"I have no plans to ruin your reputation, I just want you... us"
"Save it" He interrupted, his eyes hard with disgust at my stupid pleas.
"I will let you keep the house" He waved his arms around my small apartment and one he had rented for me. One he always visited so we could make love and tell each other things about our day later even though we work in the same office.
"But after the rent is expired then you can either move out or begin paying for it, I do not care" He shrugged.
"I cannot believe this" I scoffed, trying desperately to stop the tears. "You promised me a lifetime of love... how can you do this?"
"You should know better than to listen to the promises of a man in the throes of passion, Julie." He smirked like I was some pest he wanted to be rid of.
"I am only letting you stay at the office because I will like us to continue working together professionally. You are a good assistant and nothing should come between that. We can also have sex anytime you want to, I am not cancelling that out totally" He cast me a sly grin. "But you should know that it will lead nowhere"
He brushed past me, heading towards the door.
"Adam...Can we at least talk about this?" my hand snaked up to catch his arm.
I recoiled when he spurned around, taking a step back against the rage in his eyes.
"Can you stop being a fucking child? Grow the fuck up and stop being such a clingy fucking bitch." He snapped, pushing me away again and brushing his arm
"I will not let you do this to me" I blurted.
He pinned me with one hateful glare and then smiled
"I would like to see you try and stop me, Julie... you are nothing and the sooner you know that, the better"
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."
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.
"There will be no falling in love, we will only act as a loving couple when we are in public, we will share a room to make it believable, but no intimacy, touching is off-limits. We'll only have sex once a month, and that's solely to produce an heir. You won't interfere in my business, and I won't interfere in yours. You will be my wife in every sense and you will not be involved with any other man," he said, arrogance seeping from every word. I watch his mouth move, I'm not ready to fall in love with any man, especially not one as arrogant and egoistic as him. I can handle acting as a loving couple, and as for intimacy once a month. I can agree to that just to satisfy my sexual cravings with no strings attached. "Where can I sign?" I asked since I had nothing to lose. *** Nadine's wedding dreams turned to nightmares when she caught her sister and fiancé cheating! With a secret recording, she's ready for revenge. But then mysterious billionaire Logan West offers a deal: A Contract Marriage to take down her ex's empire. But what Nadine doesn't know is her life is getting complicated as she takes her chance to get revenge or risks everything for a chance at love?"
After hiding her true identity throughout her three-year marriage to Colton, Allison had committed wholeheartedly, only to find herself neglected and pushed toward divorce. Disheartened, she set out to rediscover her true self-a talented perfumer, the mastermind of a famous intelligence agency, and the heir to a secret hacker network. Realizing his mistakes, Colton expressed his regret. "I know I messed up. Please, give me another chance." Yet, Kellan, a once-disabled tycoon, stood up from his wheelchair, took Allison's hand, and scoffed dismissively, "You think she'll take you back? Dream on."
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.”
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