Ava is married to Billionaire Liam Arsenio. For the years they've been married, she craved for his affection and love but his heart belonged to another and he cheats on her with her best friend. Driven by anger and heartbreak, Ava vows to take her revenge on them for deceiving her. Five years later, she returns with a new identity and personality and she is ready for vengeance. Follow the story of Ava Stanley as it's a rollercoaster of emotions; hurt, betrayal, sadness, revenge and maybe love.
Air.
That was what I needed, I craved for it because I couldn't breathe properly. The weight of the information choked me like hands wrapped around my neck, restricting me.
I breathed loudly, in an attempt to calm myself but that didn't work. I felt suffocated and I didn't want to be in his presence. Everywhere was spinning but I managed to direct myself outside.
I tripped and fell on the way and he tried to touch me, "Don't you fucking dare!" I seethed and pushed him away.
Disgust punched at my gut and creeped through me. It crawled all over my skin and I just wanted to be away from here and him.
Finally, I opened the backyard door and got out. It was raining cats and dogs but it bother didn't me, if anything it comforted me. I could breathe properly again, I savoured the feeling. I took in deep breath with closed eyes, the suffocation I once felt disappearing slowly.
I knew he was behind me, I felt his presence ready to take my calmness away. "Ava," he called out.
But I ignored him, I wish I could ignore him forever. To erase every memory of him, every one I created with him, every sleepless night I spent waiting for him, every meal I cooked hoping he'd acknowledge them. And worst of all, every moment I longed for him to love me like I loved him, to appreciate and to care for me like a husband would.
"Ava, I-I know I cannot justify my actions. I didn't want you to find out this way but I swear it was never my intention to hurt you. I'm not the best husband-"
I couldn't help but let out a scoff, "Best husband, huh? You weren't a husband to begin with." I managed to let out even though I was trembling. My back was still to him because I couldn't bear looking at his face.
He sighed before continuing, "I won't argue with you on that, I'm really sorry Ava. I should have told you, you never deserved any of that. I'm sorry Ava and I love you, I do, I care for-"
The word love aggravated me so much that I turned to him with a glare, "Love? Do you even know what that means? Tell me? Can an orphan know what it means to love and be loved?"
He visibly stiffened at my statement, I touched a sensitive spot, I knew I did but I didn't care, I had no reason to. He took a step towards me with an angry scowl on his face.
"Don't you dare!" His nose flared in anger as he spoke, "Don't you dare cross that line."
"Fuck you and fuck your line!" For a millisecond, surprise flashed across his face at my outburst and he relaxed a bit.
"What is wrong with you Ava? Please let us go inside and talk this out," he said, his tone being one of concern.
I let out a bitter laugh, what is wrong with me? He asked. I've never said a swear word, let alone say it to him. I was laughing so hard that tears welled up in my eyes.
"Ava," he spoke softly and tried to place his hand on my shoulder. I took a step back.
"Just leave," I croaked out.
He dropped his hands and gave a small nod before leaving. Of course he didn't care enough to stay, even though I asked him to leave. He didn't even hesitate a bit, he just left like he always do. Probably to her, his true love, but I won't let it bother me. I'm done caring for him.
Not being able to hold it any longer, the tears dropped like waterfalls and I stood in the rain letting it be my camouflage. I didn't want to acknowledge that I was crying for the man that didn't love me.
For the man that cheated on me.
With my best friend.
I received a pornographic video. "Do you like this?" The man speaking in the video is my husband, Mark, whom I haven't seen for several months. He is naked, his shirt and pants scattered on the ground, thrusting forcefully on a woman whose face I can't see, her plump and round breasts bouncing vigorously. I can clearly hear the slapping sounds in the video, mixed with lustful moans and grunts. "Yes, yes, fuck me hard, baby," the woman screams ecstatically in response. "You naughty girl!" Mark stands up and flips her over, slapping her buttocks as he speaks. "Stick your ass up!" The woman giggles, turns around, sways her buttocks, and kneels on the bed. I feel like someone has poured a bucket of ice water on my head. It's bad enough that my husband is having an affair, but what's worse is that the other woman is my own sister, Bella. ************************************************************************************************************************ “I want to get a divorce, Mark,” I repeated myself in case he didn't hear me the first time—even though I knew he'd heard me clearly. He stared at me with a frown before answering coldly, "It's not up to you! I'm very busy, don't waste my time with such boring topics, or try to attract my attention!" The last thing I was going to do was argue or bicker with him. "I will have the lawyer send you the divorce agreement," was all I said, as calmly as I could muster. He didn't even say another word after that and just went through the door he'd been standing in front of, slamming it harshly behind him. My eyes lingered on the knob of the door a bit absentmindedly before I pulled the wedding ring off my finger and placed it on the table. I grabbed my suitcase, which I'd already had my things packed in and headed out of the house.
"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."
**This book contains a trigger warning. Mention about rape and torture in this book. Please read with caution** "Our marriage is nothing but a deal," he said looking at the girl, her green eyes met his cold silver eye, and both of them glared at each other. "For any rules you break, I will claim any part of your body," his gaze grew dangerously darker at his word. Ashley Harlow was at the top of the world, living the perfect and luxurious lifestyle as the legitimate daughter of the well-known Daniel Harlow. But sadly, a one-night stand put an end to that and brought her life upside down and that of her family's name to the ground. To restore his family's reputation, she was forced into marrying Damien Albrecht, a young, ruthless, obnoxious, brutal billionaire and the head of a mafia gang in exchange for her father's company.
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.
Rejected by her mate, who had been her long-time crush, Jasmine felt utterly humiliated. Seeking solace, she headed to a party to drown her sorrows. But things took a turn for the worse when her friends issued a cruel dare: kiss a stranger or beg her mate for forgiveness. With no other choice, Jasmine approached a stranger and kissed him, thinking that would be the end of it. However, the stranger unexpectedly wrapped his arms around her waist and whispered in her ear, "You're mine!" He growled, his words sending shivers down her spine. And then, he offered her a solution that would change everything...
Alcohol and heartbreak are definitely not a good combo.Too bad I learnt that a little too late. I’m Tessa Beckett and I painfully got dumped by my boyfriend of three years.That led me to getting drunk at a bar and having a one-night stand with a stranger.Before he would see me as a slut the next day,I paid him for the sex and deeply insulted his ability to please me. But this stranger turned out to be my new boss!