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They were heartbroken, they were drunk, and they spent the night together. And something out of control happens. *** But the young billionaire wasn't a bastard who shirked responsibility for the baby she was carrying. "I will marry you, and fulfill all my duties as this baby's biological father." "But, don't ever force me or expect more....because I can never love you."
"I'm Dante, who booked the president's suite earlier."
"Here's the key, sir. Our concierge will take you to your room."
"Thank you," Dante panted from the exhaustion of carrying the girl lying limp on his chest.
"This girl is so heavy, like a hippo," Dante complained.
"Do you need any help, sir?" the concierge volunteered.
"No, thank you," Dante said hoarsely as his throat felt like it was on fire from too much liquor.
A few seconds later, the elevator stopped at the top floor of the five-star hotel building.
"Please," the concierge said and helped Dante open the door to his room.
"Do you need any other assistance?"
"I don't think so, thank you," Dante, with difficulty, closed the door to the president's room. With unsteady, staggering steps, he went to the bedroom, laying her down on the soft, white-sheeted bed.
"What a hassle!" Dante complained again as he was about to leave after successfully landing that girl's body on the bed smoothly.
However, suddenly, she pulled him.
"Jerry, don't go!" Dante turned his head.
Jerry??? Who is Jerry??
"I'm not Jerry!" Dante retorted and tried to break her tight grip on his arm.
"Jerry, don't leave me!" that girl pleaded like crazy to Dante, who also felt a heavy dizziness in his head.
"I-" she stood up and got off the bed, but one hand held Dante's arm tightly.
"I'll give my body to you, Jerry, just like you asked," she said as she pressed against Dante's.
With both hands grasping her shoulders tightly, he pushed her away.
"You've gone crazy, Miss. Let go of me; I need to check on someone," he began.
"Please don't do anything rash or... or..." he struggled to remember.
"Or I-"
But that girl landed a kiss on Dante's lips without permission, without Dante being able to avoid it. When she pulled back a minute later, her eyes seemed to glow even more brightly, and her skin also looked slightly paler.
"Kiss me..." she pleaded.
"Please let go of me, Miss," Dante whispered shakily. The light within her eyes intensified until it looked like she was burning alive.
"Please fuck me, Jerry," she pleaded.
"You can fuck me as long as you did not marry that whore! Don't leave me, Jerry!"
"I am not Jerry!" Dante said sternly.
"I love you so much, Jerry!"
She screamed as if in rage, and Dante could feel the deep disappointment when he heard the wounded cry that escaped her lips.
"I'm not Jerry, and I'm not going to fuck you..."
"Do you hear me?!" Dante screamed.
"You have to do it now, Jerry; I'm leaving this to you," she slipped off her blouse and pulled Dante gently into her arms.
He fell onto the bed, lay down, and she began kissing him feverishly. She wrapped her arms around him tightly. The kisses got so hot that Dante could hardly breathe.
Dante, who is also very drunk, finds it hard to contain the adrenaline and the desire that wells up inside him to do what he shouldn't be doing.
He welcomes her and responds like a man aroused by her kisses and moans.
He starts to kiss that girl wildly while she bites his bottom lip roughly. She is intoxicated. Dante's breathing becomes heavier.
Suddenly, she breaks the kiss, and she smiles evilly as she looks down at Dante.
"We're not done yet, are we, Jerry~" she purred softly and ran her hand through his hair.
She kissed him again. This time, Dante didn't pull himself out of it as if a magnetic force compelled him to return to her sweet mouth. She tasted like strawberry ice cream mixed with alcohol.
He couldn't believe how intoxicating it was, as if someone had injected opium into his bloodstream. It was all-consuming and addicting.
***
The sun shone through the slits in the open curtains. Dante, with a heavy head, a queasy stomach, and an exhausted body, tried to open his eyes. His vision was blurred. He couldn't see clearly.
"Was it a dream? No, it had happened!" He remembered her.
He remembered the feeling of passion, of complete satisfaction.
He recalled that girl's warm body lying under him, how good everything smelled... And then... Oh yes, he recalled.
The girl had given herself to him willingly.
"B-but where is the girl now? Did she disappear?"
"What if...?"
He sat up in bed, groggily rubbing his eyes. Looking around the room, it was empty. It was morning already. Dante exited the bed and walked slowly to the bathroom to check if she was there, but no one was there.
He returned to the room and accidentally looked at the white sheets covering the hotel bed. There were visible bloodstains on them, contrasting with the color of the sheets.
"Blood?"
"What?"
"Is she still a virgin?"
"Oh God, what have I done?!"
At that moment, at that very second, Dante conceded that he was now in big trouble.
"Oh, shit!" he yelled, frustrated.
"You have to marry me-" "I don't want to!" "Hey, hey, hey, Miss Anya Smith, this is not an offer but an order!" "I don't care, you can order your other maid to be your wife!" "I don't want another maid. I just want you!" *** Anya Smith finds herself in a dire situation when she loses her job and she has no choice but to move in with her alcoholic father. Until her father used her to pay all his debts. He sold her to the brothel, but a mysterious guy saved her, it turns out that he is the future heir of DX. Corporation, Xavier Dimitry. To repay all his kindness, he forces Anya into a contract marriage to secure his position as the main heir to the family fortune. However, fate seems to be playing tricks on her as Xavier, slowly falls in love with her. Xavier becomes possessive, especially after learning of that Anya fell in love with his older brother, Noah Dmitry. Will Anya be able to be with Noah? Or will she fall in love with Xavier, the man she hates with all her heart?
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!"
"Never let anyone treat you like shit!" I learned that the hard way. For three years, I lived with my in-laws. They didn't treat me as their son-in-law but as a slave. I put up with everything because of my wife, Yolanda Lambert. She was the light of my life. Unfortunately, my whole world came crashing down the day I caught my wife cheating on me. I have never been so heartbroken. To have my revenge, I revealed my true identity. I was none other than Liam Hoffman—the heir of a family with trillions of dollars in assets! The Lamberts were utterly shocked after the big reveal. They realized what fools they had been for treating me like trash. My wife even knelt down and begged for my forgiveness. What do you think I did? Did I take her back or made her suffer? Find out!
"Sign the divorce papers and get out!" Leanna got married to pay a debt, but she was betrayed by her husband and shunned by her in-laws. Seeing that her efforts were in vain, she agreed to divorce and claimed her half of the properties. With her purse plump from the settlement, Leanna enjoyed her newfound freedom. The constant harassment from her ex's mistress never fazed her. She took back her identities as top hacker, champion racer, medical professor, and renowned jewelry designer. Then someone discovered her secret. Matthew smiled. "Will you have me as your next husband?"
Joelle thought she could change Adrian's heart after three years of marriage, but she realized too late that it already belonged to another woman. "Give me a baby, and I'll set you free." The day Joelle went into labor, Adrian was traveling with his mistress on his private jet. "I don't care whom you love. My debt is paid. From now on, we have nothing to do with each other." Not long after Joelle left, Adrian found himself begging on his knees. "Please come back to me."
Marriage was a bed of thorns for Stella. She lived like an overworked and unhappy slave for six years in her matrimonial home. One day, her uncaring husband, Waylon said to her, "Ayla will be back soon. You have to move out tomorrow." "I want a divorce," responded Stella. She left without shedding a tear or trying to change Waylon's stone-cold heart. Days after their divorce, they met again. Stella was in the arms of another man. Waylon's blood boiled at the sight of her looking so happy. "So, you couldn't even wait a while before jumping into another man's arms?" he queried distastefully. "And who are you to question my decision? It's my life, so I call the shots. Stay out of my business!" Stella fired at him before turning to look at her new man with shiny eyes. Waylon immediately lost it.
“You need a bride, I need a groom. Why don’t we get married?” Both abandoned at the altar, Elyse decided to tie the knot with the disabled stranger from the venue next door. Pitying his state, she vowed to spoil him once they were married. Little did she know that he was actually a powerful tycoon. Jayden thought Elyse only married him for his money, and planned to divorce her when she was no longer of use to him. But after becoming her husband, he was faced with a new dilemma. “She keeps asking for a divorce, but I don’t want that! What should I do?”