"What if I tell you that you can actually, live that dream?" Ethan said softly, his voice taking on a gentler tone as he swept his hand on her shoulder. She tensed, everything in her body responding to him in ways she had always dreamed of. But it was so wrong for her to even dare to dream about her boss like that. "You crave for your boss? Wish Granted. You can have me," his words resonated with so much assurance that shook Sofia to her bones. Her breath caught in her throat, the wave of Ethan's unbelievable words shaking her. The tension thickened as he sealed the tiny gap that was separating them. "The question is, Sofia," He lifted his hand to tuck her loose hair behind her ear while she shivered under his touch. "Can you handle your boss?" A cold boss with the darkest insatiable desires that a naive, inexperienced girl like Sofia could never match- what could they possibly have in common? Love? However, even love needs a common ground, and these two are different in all ways, and everything stands in their way. With a possessive fiance who is a perfect match for Ethan in all aspects, perfect even for his darkest desires, is there anything that can make Ethan choose Sofia against all odds?
Sofia's hands trembled as she sorted through the documents on Ethan's desk, trying her hardest to ignore the weight of his gaze. His eyes hadn't left her since she walked into the office that morning, and she could feel her heartbeat quicken every time he moved in his chair. His powerful presence made it hard to breathe, let alone concentrate. Like always, she tried to shake it off, but the heat kept burning her. Even with the distance between them, it felt like there was really no distance between them. He felt so close.
Ethan sank in his leather chair, his expression indecipherable. "Sofia," his voice was deep, almost a growl, cutting through the silence of the room. "Are you sure you are working on the files, or do you have a special file in your mind that you are trying to work on?"
Her hands froze on the papers, but she didn't look up. How could she? The man knew she was not herself. The man could tell how much effect he had on her. "I don't know what you mean, sir." She mumbled faintly, swallowing hard. It wasn't the best lie, but it was the only thing she could think of at that moment under his challenging gaze and intoxicating allure.
How old was she again?
25? yeah.
Her class? Below average. Ethan was like a star in the sky to a mole on Earth. Something she was not supposed to even dream of. Yet, she dared to dream.
Sofia Rogers was just a poor girl trying to make ends meet for survival. And him, Ethan B. Montereal, was like the high heaven to earth. Way beyond her league and class. He was something she was not supposed to be dreaming of. But there she was, shamelessly and helplessly drowning in him in ways she could not have imagined. Her nights were filled with nothing but dark fantasies of her strikingly hot boss. A poor, naive, 25-year-old girl, falling for her 32-year-old billionaire boss, someone who had acquired it all in life while she was still struggling to get the nothing that she had in her account. She was a perfect example of invalid dreaming. Or aiming higher than you should, because there was absolutely no common ground for her and the famous billionaire Ethan Montereal. The man was even engaged to some goddess of his social status, and that closed all the tiny chances of poor Sofia touching the star. And, hadn't she sworn never to love again?
"Don't you dare play games with me." Ethan stood, moving around his desk with slow, deliberate steps. He came to a stop beside her, the heat of his body radiating off him in waves. "Look at me," he ordered. His sweet, heavy tone always rung with authority to her, and every time, she would obey.
Sofia's pulse raced as she obeyed her master, the man that was turning her into a slave of feelings. She had spent countless nights trying to suppress the feelings that had been growing inside her for months. She had wanted so much to convince herself at first that what she felt for him was just admiration for his work ethic, nothing more. But now, as days flew by, she had to face the bittersweet truth. And whenever he stood so close to her like that, his scent filling the air around her, the truth weighed on her threefold. She wanted him not as her boss, but in a way that defied ethics and boundaries.
She turned, her eyes finally meeting his. The tension between them was electric, so thick it was almost suffocating. His dark eyes searched hers, as if daring her to deny what they both knew was happening between them.
"What if I tell you that you can live that dream in your head?" Ethan said softly, his voice taking on a gentler tone as he swept his hand on her shoulder. "You crave for your boss? You can have him. The question is, Sofia," He lifted his hand to tuck her loose hair behind her ear while she shivered under his touch. "Can you handle your boss?"
Sofia swallowed hard, her throat dry. She couldn't do this. Not with him. He was her boss, and crossing that line would be disastrous. Yet, as his hand brushed her ear, a shiver of excitement shot through her, making her body betray her mind.
He moved his hand on the bare, sensitive skin of her neck, as if aware of what he was arousing in her. He drew something with his fingertips on her delicate skin, making her eyes slam shut as she melted. "I have been watching you. I know you have been craving for this, right?" His voice came just above a whisper, its warmth burning her face.
She could feel him leaning in and in until his lips touched hers seductively. She snapped her eyes open, snatching her wobbling self from him. "This is wrong," she whispered, but even to her own ears, the words sounded weak.
He smirked in letdown, as if he himself was dying for that moment when his lips would crash on hers. He bridged the gap once again, cupping her face. "It is. That, I concur?" Ethan's fingers trailed down to her arm, making her skin tingle.
He continued to study her face for a long moment before speaking again, "But yet, you dared to dream about it. And I don't have a problem with it at all, sweet Sofia! The question is, " His left hand dropped to her chin, pushing it up and aligning their faces. Their eyes locked as he spoke, "Can you handle this boss?"
His words sent a flood of heat rushing through her. Her breath hitched as his hand moved to her waist, pulling her closer until there was no space left between them. She felt the firmness of his body against hers, the raw desire in his eyes mirroring her own.
"Ethan..." she breathed, her resistance disintegrating with every passing second.
He didn't give her time to speak. His lips were on hers, claiming her in a kiss that was both fierce and possessive. Sofia's body responded before her mind could catch up, her hands tangling in his hair as she kissed him back, pouring every bit of the pent-up desire she had been suppressing into that one moment.
Ethan's hands roamed her body, his touch igniting flames everywhere he touched. She moaned softly against his mouth, and he took that as permission to deepen the kiss, his tongue sliding against hers in a sensual dance that left her breathless.
It was dangerous. It was forbidden. There was a higher price for her to pay for letting her desires win over her sanity. But all her fears and worries flew out through the window as she got lost in the intensity of her boss' kiss.
"Who are you?" I ask, gawking at this ugly man who looks like the devil himself. "Your savior." savior? I may not remember anything from my past, but one thing is for sure, according to my judgment: this monster-lookalike can't be a savior. And from whom did he supposedly save me? "And if you are done ogling me, now, on your knees! Time to serve the purpose for which I saved you." I am snapped out of my thoughts by him tearing his shirt and walking closer in a pretty unnerving way. Cold shivers jolted down my spine, almost paralyzing my entire being. "Whi...ch is?" I whimper, trying to stand up from the bed and perhaps run for my dear life. Unfortunately, he grabs me viciously before I can take a step. A loud growl slips from my lips as he slams me back on the bed and hovers atop me. "To please me, little dove." He hoarses, embarking on his evil, dirty mission.
"In this circle, Irma, it doesn't work that way. It hurts, but we can't be!" The sweet, despotic, icy voice that used to thaw her down now imperiled her cool, evoking shivers of immense heartache and incredulity. "Our pedigrees are way too distinct, Irma! You can't fit in. I am sorry!" He ascertained, as if he rigorously knew where to drill through. Her bleeding heart was shattered by his impudence. This pain was unlike anything she had ever felt prior. It was immense. The man she had given her all without holding back anything now hurt her without a second thought. It stung her more than a double-edged dagger piercing through human flesh! "Someday, you pathetic son of a bitch, you will eat back this shit you just puked now! That I vouch in the name of the thriving fruit of the love I sowed in you!" She thought as she bitterly wore her crown of pride and dignity and turned her back on him. But those were her words and wishes, which contradicted the ways of fate. Nobody knows the ways of fate, and Irma was about to get a taste of the mischief of fate. What lies ahead for poor Irma? Join me on this lopsided but prodigious love story of two bleak soles!
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."
For two years, Ashton had poured his heart into his marriage, yet Emalee's heart remained cold. Despite his dedication, Emalee presented him with divorce papers. She bluntly stated she could not remain married to a man whose net worth was less than a million dollars. Ashton signed the papers, closing one chapter of his life and stepping into a new beginning. Then, Ashton revealed his secret identities: a music mogul, a medical expert, and a martial arts master—each persona impressive enough to stun the world. As Ashton’s true capabilities came to light, Emalee was overwhelmed with deep regret.
Rena got into an entanglement with a big shot when she was drunk one night. She needed Waylen's help while he was drawn to her youthful beauty. As such, what was supposed to be a one-night stand progressed into something serious. All was well until Rena discovered that Waylen's heart belonged to another woman. When his first love returned, he stopped coming home, leaving Rena all alone for many nights. She put up with it until she received a check and farewell note one day. Contrary to how Waylen expected her to react, Rena had a smile on her face as she bid him farewell. "It was fun while it lasted, Waylen. May our paths never cross. Have a nice life." But as fate would have it, their paths crossed again. This time, Rena had another man by her side. Waylen's eyes burned with jealousy. He spat, "How the hell did you move on? I thought you loved only me!" "Keyword, loved!" Rena flipped her hair back and retorted, "There are plenty of fish in the sea, Waylen. Besides, you were the one who asked for a breakup. Now, if you want to date me, you have to wait in line." The next day, Rena received a credit alert of billions and a diamond ring. Waylen appeared again, got down on one knee, and uttered, "May I cut in line, Rena? I still want you."
"I will work for you till I pay back the amount in full.. I want to be a maid.. Please… I don't want to be a breeder" I started to plead once everyone left the ward.. He saw her begging but his stone cold heart didn't melt. "I never tasted a weak duckling Alpha.." He smirked and walked toward me.. I walked back with fear till I hit the wall. "I am not weak." I said in a low tone and tried to push him away.. But his solid body didn't move an inch.. I could not breathe properly because of his aura.. "I will make you beg me for pleasure…" His words disgusted me. I didn't talk back as his Alpha tone was overbearing.. I felt weak wherever he was touching me.. "You will be my toy till you get pregnant.." I turned my head away with disgust but he touched my cheek roughly and caught my chin. He made me look into his eyes.. His hand covered my neck and gripped it hard.. "I will come to you every night to f**k you.." His eyes became devilish as if he was looking at his prey.. Suddenly I felt scared of him more.. and my breathing became suffocating.. He is pressing my windpipe to make me suffer… My eyes become red while I shake my head slowly... "No… no.." I murmured and I forgot to breathe in his presence.. He was scaring hell out of me.. "Girl.. You will be lucky if you get pregnancy soon otherwise I will have my ways to f**k you.." I dropped my eyes not able to hear such f***y words.. Tears rolled down my cheeks when he loosened his grip.. I don't want to believe that my father sold me as a breeder.. I can't accept it.. "If you agree or not.. it doesn't matter.. spread your legs when I come to you.." He pushed me back again and the tip of his nose touched my cheek while I looked at him scarily.. He nibbled on the crook of my neck and kissed my sensitive places… "Remember I am your Alpha from now on and don't you dare to say no…" he said huskily and pushed me back fiercely.. His cruel and harsh words made me fall back on the ground..
On her wedding day, Khloe’s sister connived with her groom, framing her for a crime she didn’t commit. She was sentenced to three years in prison, where she endured much suffering. When Khloe was finally released, her evil sister used their mother to coerce Khloe into an indecent liaison with an elderly man. As fate would have it, Khloe crossed paths with Henrik, the dashing yet ruthless mobster who sought to alter the course of her life. Despite Henrik’s cold exterior, he cherished Khloe like no other. He helped her take retribution from her tormentors and kept her from being bullied again.
In order to fulfill her grandfather's last wish, Stella entered into a hasty marriage with an ordinary man she had never met before. However, even after becoming husband and wife on paper, they each led separate lives, barely crossing paths. A year later, Stella returned to Seamarsh City, hoping to finally meet her mysterious husband. To her astonishment, he sent her a text message, unexpectedly pleading for a divorce without ever having met her in person. Gritting her teeth, Stella replied, "So be it. Let’s get a divorce!" Following that, Stella made a bold move and joined the Prosperity Group, where she became a public relations officer that worked directly for the company’s CEO, Matthew. The handsome and enigmatic CEO was already bound in matrimony, and was known to be unwaveringly devoted to his wife in private. Unbeknownst to Stella, her mysterious husband was actually her boss, in his alternate identity! Determined to focus on her career, Stella deliberately kept her distance from the CEO, although she couldn't help but notice his deliberate attempts to get close to her. As time went on, her elusive husband had a change of heart. He suddenly refused to proceed with the divorce. When would his alternate identity be uncovered? Amidst a tumultuous blend of deception and profound love, what destiny awaited them?