"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.
"You are a cold-blooded psycho! Get your filthy-blood-stained hands off me!" Through clenched teeth, Irma shrieked as she battled to liberate herself from the man's barbarous hold. His eyes were a refulgent inferno. They held an insidious fire of lust as they thrived deeper into her debilitated ones. "How flattering!" The man sneered, and Irma froze. A ripple of both ice and fire skint in her nerves at the man's vexatious riposte. Before she could amass any little bravery left in her, the man spoke again in a hoarse tremor, erupting a chill down her spinal tube. "But if you don't watch your sweet-dirty-mouth, you snoopy, pesky brat, my third leg will shut it for you! Or maybe," he wavered, and fixed his dangerous lascivious gazes on hers, gently stroking her hair as if petting his sweet wild pet, "Is that what you want, huh, little kitten?" A freelance journalist, flaming with ardent desires to unveil the secrets behind the series of mysterious disappearances happening in the city. Her hunch points her to the dark underworld of the mafia and unfortunately, she crashes with LUCCA DE'MATTHEW - the other name for terror! Their encounter will evoke a catastrophe that only they can solve. But how, if their mere beingness is a menace to each other?
"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!
Belinda thought after divorce, they would part ways for good - he could live his life on his own terms, while she could indulge in the rest of hers. However, fate had other plans in store. "My darling, I was wrong. Would you please come back to me?" The man, whom she once loved deeply, lowered his once proud head humbly. "I beg you to return to me." Belinda coldly pushed away the bouquet of flowers he had offered her and coolly replied, "It's too late. The bridge has been burned, and the ashes have long since scattered to the wind!"
“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?”
Katie was forced to marry Dillan, a notorious ruffian. Her younger sister mocked her, "You're just an adopted daughter. Count your blessings for marrying him!" The world anticipated Katie's tribulations, but her married life unfurled with unexpected serenity. She even snagged a lavish mansion in a raffle! Katie jumped into Dillan's arms, credited him as her lucky charm. "No, Katie, it's you who brings me all this luck," Dillan replied. Then, one fateful day, Dillan's childhood friend came to her. "You're not worthy of him. Take this 50 million and leave him!" Katie finally grasped Dillan's true stature—the wealthiest man on the planet. That night, trembling with trepidation, she broached the subject of divorce with Dillan. However, with a domineering embrace, he told her, "I'd give you everything I have. Divorce is off the table!"
The dream of everyone with regards to marriage is to be able to find that special someone and settle down with them. Even arranged marriages grant you an opportunity to meet your partner briefly before the wedding. How will you feel about waking up in the morning with someone sleeping next to you who is not just anyone but your legally married partner yet with no memory of how that had happened in just a few hours of going out the previous day? This is the story of Jason Haward and Julia Harrison, two strangers trapped in a marriage they never planned. The quest to find out why led to the unfolding of a mystery which made them realize they are both living a lie. To find out more, read this amazing story of love, betrayal, revenge and murder.
Once upon a time, there were two kingdoms once at peace. The kingdom of Salem and the kingdom of Mombana... Until the day, the king of Mombana passed away and a new monarch took over, Prince Cone. Prince Cone, has always been hungry for more power and more and more. After his coronation, he attacked Salem. The attack was so unexpected, Salem never prepared for it. They were caught off guard. The king and Queen was killed, the prince was taken into slavery. The people of Salem that survived the war was enslaved, their land taken from them. Their women were made sex slaves. They lost everything, including their land. Evil befall the land of Salem in form of Prince Cone, and the prince of Salem in his slavery was filled with so much rage. The prince of Salem, Prince Lucien swore revenge. 🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳 Ten years later, thirty-years old Lucien and his people raided a coup and escaped slavery. They went into hiding and recuperated. They trained day and night under the leadership of the fearless and cold Lucien who was driven with everything in him to get back their land, and take Mombana land too. It took them five years before they ambushed and attacked Mombana. They killed Prince Cone and reclaimed everything. As they screamed out their victory, Lucien's eyes found and pinned the proud princess of Mombana. Princess Danika. The daughter of Prince Cone. As Lucien stared at her with the coldest eyes anyone can ever possess, he felt victory for the first time. He walked to the princess with the slave collar he'd won for ten years rattling in his hand as he walked. He reached close to her and with a swift movement, he collared her neck. Then, he tilted her chin up, staring into the bluest eyes and the most beautiful face ever created, he gave her a cold smile. "You are my acquisition. My slave. My sex slave. My property. I will pay you in spades, everything you and your father ever did to me and my people." He stated curtly. Pure hatred, coldness and victory was the only emotion on his face. .
Five years ago, Alessia La Rosa's life took a drastic turn when, suffering from memory loss, she wed to Dominic Carter under her grandfather's mysterious arrangement. But their marriage was a facade, bringing her only humiliation and heartache as Dominic showed no love, and she couldn't conceive. Upon discovering Dominic's infidelity, Alessia sought liberation through divorce. Yet, fate had more in store for her. Five years later, spurred by an anonymous email hinting at her lost child's whereabouts, she returns to the city with her twin babies in tow, determined to uncover the truth. As she navigates the tangled web of her past, a surprising twist awaits. Dominic, upon meeting her again, finds himself drawn to the woman she has become, unaware of her true identity as his former wife. Little does he know, the woman he's falling for is not only his ex-wife but also a powerful Doctor and Master Hacker.