To exact revenge on her treacherous fiancé, Yvonne enticed Clayton into a liaison that promised advantages for both. Yet, when Yvonne spotted a woman resembling her at Clayton's side, she recognized she was nothing more than a substitute. Discovering Clayton's upcoming wedding, she departed with a generous severance sum. "Clayton, this is truly the end," she declared resolutely. On the very day Yvonne was set to marry someone else, Clayton showed up, desperation clear in his eyes as he dropped to his knees. "Yvonne, please, don't go through with it. Don't marry him."
In the dimly lit hotel room, twilight seeped through the expansive floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a soft glow over Yvonne Lawson. The room, swathed in silence, hummed quietly with the sound of heavy, eager breathing.
Yvonne's arm encircled Clayton Gibson's neck, her teeth catching his lower lip in a playful nip as her hand roamed boldly across his form, eventually tugging at his bathrobe belt.
"You've given in to me," Yvonne murmured, a teasing smile playing on her lips, edges curling with seduction. With a fluid motion, she stripped away the last barrier of cloth between them.
Clayton pressed Yvonne against the glass, his breath warm against her skin, his voice rough with barely contained desire.
He cautioned in a low growl, "Yvonne, consider the consequences." His hand braced against the window, the other lifting her leg, his words tinged with warning and allure. "Once we cross this line, there's no turning back for you and Louis."
"I'm aware," Yvonne responded, her gaze fixed on his midsection, her arms tightening around his solid waist, pulling him nearer. "Clayton, I've decided. I'm ready for what comes next."
When Yvonne discovered her boyfriend, Louis Gibson, in an affair with none other than her own sister, she reached a crossroads. She could have retreated to her room, numbed the pain with alcohol, and wept into her pillow. Instead, she chose a path of retribution.
She selected her next move with precision. Clayton, a single, six-foot-two man in the prime of his life at twenty-eight, was her chosen instrument. His physical strength was undeniable, but more crucial was his social standing.
Why wouldn't she ensnare Clayton, given Louis's audacious betrayal? An eye for an eye-it seemed only just.
Clayton's eyes, stormy with emotion, met hers. His gaze carried an edge of irony. "Let's not pretend here. You're using me to strike back at Louis, aren't you?" His voice was tinged with scoff. "Is that it? Willing to grab whatever chance you get for revenge? What do you take me for?"
Yvonne, once poised to be Louis's bride, now stood before him, Louis's uncle, a plan of vengeance weaving its threads around her former love. Had Louis remained faithful, their wedding would have been merely a month away.
Yvonne's expertly polished nails grazed Clayton's chest, descending to his taut abdomen and finally encircling his arousal.
"You can't hide your feelings, can you?" Yvonne's voice was a murmur of provocation as her fingers lingered. "This is nothing more than a fling fueled by our mutual longing. If you truly didn't want this, you wouldn't be here, secluded with me."
As she pressed her lips to his chest, her tongue lightly traced his muscles. "If you wish to stop me, do it now. I'm well sought after in town-there are plenty who would gladly take your place."
In her eyes, Clayton was not her only choice.
Her motive for tempting him was straightforward. She intended to use him.
And Clayton? Had he initially come here with pure intentions? It was unlikely he planned to persuade her to abandon her plans for revenge tonight.
Overwhelmed by desire, Clayton pulled Yvonne close, tightening his embrace as his breath quickened. He tilted her face up to his and kissed her passionately, her lipstick blurring under his pressure.
With a sly smile and eyes full of heat, he murmured, "Who would've thought that Yvonne Lawson of the esteemed Lawson family would reveal such daring once her clothes slipped off."
She possessed a boldness that could indeed make Clayton question his sanity.
His first encounter with her had been at a meticulously organized family gathering. She had appeared demure and compliant, the very model whom elder family members would admire.
Yet, who could have predicted that such a docile woman would not weep or throw a fit upon discovering her boyfriend's unfaithfulness? Instead, she chose to silently depart and later, on the night of her sister's engagement party to Louis, invite Clayton to a hotel room.
She loosened his tie, peeled off his shirt, and surrendered to the visceral desires against the backdrop of expansive windows.
Clayton gripped Yvonne's slender waist, his voice low and searching. "Yvonne, is this seduction merely a ploy to spite Louis, or is there another motive behind it?"
"I..." Yvonne started to reply, but Clayton's firm grip on her waist tightened.
He pressed closer, his look intense and his tone laden with warning. "Consider your next words carefully."
Sheila had her back against the wall when her family tried to force her to marry an awful old man. In a fit of rage, she hired a gigolo to act as her husband. She thought the gigolo needed money and did this for a living. Little did she know that he was nothing like that. One day, he pulled off his mask and revealed himself to be the world's top magnate. This marked the beginning of their love. He showered her with everything she could ever want. They were happy. However, unexpected circumstances soon posed a threat to their love. Would Sheila and her husband make it through the storm? Find out!
After three loveless years, Neil's betrayal deeply wounded Katelyn. She wasted no time in getting rid of that scoundrel! After the divorce, she devoted herself to career pursuits. Rising to prominence as a top designer, skilled doctor, and brilliant hacker, she became a revered icon. Neil, realizing his grave mistake, tried in vain to win her back, only to witness her magnificent wedding to another. As their vows were broadcast on the world's largest billboard, Vincent slid a ring onto Katelyn's finger and declared, "Katelyn is now my wife, a priceless treasure. Let all who covet her beware!"
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.
For ten years, Daniela showered her ex-husband with unwavering devotion, only to discover she was just his biggest joke. Feeling humiliated yet determined, she finally divorced him. Three months later, Daniela returned in grand style. She was now the hidden CEO of a leading brand, a sought-after designer, and a wealthy mining mogul—her success unveiled at her triumphant comeback. Her ex-husband’s entire family rushed over, desperate to beg for forgiveness and plead for another chance. Yet Daniela, now cherished by the famed Mr. Phillips, regarded them with icy disdain. "I’m out of your league."
Life was perfect until she met her boyfriend's big brother. There was a forbidden law in the Night Shade Pack that if the head Alpha rejected his mate, he would be stripped of his position. Sophia's life would get connected with the law. She was an Omega who was dating the head Alpha's younger brother. Bryan Morrison, the head Alpha, was not only a cold-blooded man but also a charming business tycoon. His name was enough to cause other packs to tremble. He was known as a ruthless man. What if, by some twist of destiny, Sophia's path were to intertwine with his?
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."