Celine's world shatters when her late father's company is on the brink of collapsing, and her mother's health worsens. Desperate to save them both, Celine agrees to marry the wealthy and heartless billionaire Mason Harrington Knight, a man she's secretly loved for years. But Mason's heart belongs to someone else who the media doesn't know about, leaving Celine torn between duty and desire. As she handles the challenge of her new life, unexpected ties are formed. Will Celine find a way to win Mason's heart, or will she have to let go of her dreams to save the family she holds dear? Come and find out!!!!
The sun cast golden rays through the windows, brightening every corner of the mansion.
Outside the chirping of birds filled the air with the sound of the gentle breeze on the leaves.
The aroma of food filled the atmosphere, making my stomach flutter with excitement.
My heart was racing and I felt like it was going to pop out of my chest. My husband, who I hadn't seen since my wedding day, was returning today.
I could hear the clock ticking, triggering my anxiety as every minute passed.
My marriage to Mason has been transactional, we entered into it for mutual benefits. I had managed to revive my father's company, and my mother's surgery was a success. I was grateful for the resources that Mason's connection provided.
Mason's family and my family had been business partners before my father passed away, so I had the chance to see him occasionally. I had always loved him, ever since the first moment my eyes met his, but he never seemed to notice me in that way. He has a lover, someone who captured his attention, while I remained in the shadows.
His parents arranged my marriage with Mason just to help me and I couldn't refuse the offer.
To the outside world, I was his wife, a title that carries weight to the Media, but behind closed doors, our marriage is just a marriage of inconvenience.
My heart aches as I anticipate his return that our marriage was more transactional than genuine and he will never love me the way I do love him
All the staff walked outside, and nervousness filled the air. I'm a few minutes, a sleek white Lamborghini drove in. I felt a wave of sweat trickle down my back. I managed to stay calm as I stood on the veranda of the house, trying to steady my racing Heart as the staff lined up at the entrance.
I glanced towards the car.
Some men rushed to open the door for Mason, their movements quick and practiced. As he stepped out of the car, the sunlight seemed to catch his face just right, brightening his features and making his handsome face glow.
My heart skipped at the sight of him, he surveyed the environment.
He walked to the other side of the car and opened the door, and I was shocked to see Brittany, his lover, emerge. Mason held her hand gently, and she stepped out confidently.
My heart skipped a beat. I was hurt. Seeing Mason and Brittany, the realization hit me that I was delusional, hoping Mason and I could have a chance to connect but seeing them together shattered that hope.
As they shared a laugh, my mind raced with questions. How had I allowed myself to believe that our marriage might mean something more? Standing there on the veranda, I felt invisible, Would I ever be more than just a name to him?
I envied their little laugh, the way he looked at her like she was his universe.
I questioned my worth, wondering why I had never been able to capture his attention. Was I not enough? Does our marriage mean little or nothing to him that he could easily share his life with someone else?
I stood there feeling like a ghost in my own life. Overshadowed by someone who has everything I have longed for.
They walked past me after glazing at me without saying a word It felt like a knife had been pierced through my chest.
The staff began mumbling to themselves. I just wished the ground would open up and swallow me. I took a deep breath and walked into the house.
I'm not giving up on Mason, Not yet.
"Home sweet home!" I heard Brittany exclaim with excitement, her voice bright and full of joy.
I watched, my heart sinking, as they leaned in and kissed right in front of me.
The staff began carrying big boxes upstairs; I couldn't help but roll my eyes, a mix of bitterness and disbelief written over me. "Is she staying here forever?" I mumbled to myself.
Mason didn't even glance at me, he turned to Brittany, casually saying, "I'll go take a shower. I'll be right back for lunch." He kissed her cheek, and she hummed in response, the sound of his footsteps fading as he ascended the stairs.
Brittany's eyes landed on me, and she walked closer with confidence. "Oh, the latest bride in town," she said, her tone filled with sarcasm.
Here she was, standing in my home, taunting me as if I were the intruder. I didn't respond to her, choosing to remain silent.
"Oh, poor little thing," she chuckled, she voiced with mock sympathy. "I see you want what I have."
Her confidence was infuriating. "You can have the title as his wife," she continued, leaning in slightly, "but you can never have the key to his heart. He belongs with me."
Every word she said sounded like a challenge
I forced a smile and said, "Welcome to the mansion," trying to walk away. But she grabbed my arm, her nails digging into my skin, making me wince in pain.
"As long as I'm here, you will do exactly what I command," she said, her voice echoing with authority. I felt the weight of her words.
She was the daughter of a multimillionaire, and I was just the daughter of nobody.
"Understood?" she asked, her tone commanding. I replied with a hesitant, "Yes," and she finally let go of my arms.
As she released her grip, I could still see the imprint of her nails on my skin, a painful reminder of her authority. I rubbed my arms lightly, trying to shake off the pain. She walked upstairs, her confidence with every step as she made her way to Mason's room. I watched her, a mix of frustration.
I couldn't stand the sight of Brittany and Mason, so I decided to visit my mom. The thought of her comfort and support felt like a lifeline. As I turned to leave, I reminded myself that I had a purpose beyond this agitation...
Rena, forced to flee to escape a marriage to a man as old as her father, made a spontaneous decision to marry Kellan, a stranger whose skills in homemaking were only matched by his financial acumen and his gentle demeanor. As their marriage unfolded, it took on a comforting predictability, with Kellan consistently showing himself to be reliable in every emergency. This sense of security crumbled when Rena uncovered Kellan’s true identity and the hidden motives behind their union. Enraged, she initiated a divorce and disappeared. Yet, it was not long before Kellan found her once again...
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.
"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!
This book contains hot mature scenes and languages. Read at your own risk! "Ahhh...". She threw her head back and gasped at the sudden vibrating sensation from her underwear. "What..what..what was that?" "A little toy and a bigger one playing with each other". Antonio replied and pressed the button again. Angela arched her back at the sweet torment,her fingers digging into the sheets tightly. "Stop..stop..please,this is bad,my head is spinning..i ...can't..take...it". Her mouth moved convulsively. "The setting is still low, you are already so twitchy,your body is just so ready". He replied dry, watching her face closely. "Please....". "Those faces you make...you better stop or I will get hard enough to not hold back". He replied and increased the speed. "Haaa...ahhhh..wait...stop ...please". Angela cried, her eyes bulging,as she fought with herself..her thighs vibrating too. "Seeing you cry to it is actually more interesting,I should use it often on you..,this is pretty fun". He pressed the next button. "Stop please...it keeps grinding on my..clit. so hard.I..think something's coming out...my body...ahhh..I am gonna pee..stop". "If you do that...well you will explain to the doctor and nurses, how you wetted the sheets, you can do better,just hold it in". He smirked. She rubbed her thighs together and bit hard on her lower lip,trying to hold back. "Let's take it to the next level,shall we?" She opened her eyes widely,her tongue out salivating. "No..no..please..no..more...." Suddenly she felt herself shaking convulsively. I am at my limits..this is bad..I can't let this pee out...but it's extremely hard,she thought and burst into tears. "Freckles,I will advise you to save the tears we are just warming up". He breaks into her thoughts. "I.. can't..I can't...ahh nghh!" Her eyes rolled back... Anthonio watched her intently, a cigar clamped in his teeth,a hand in his pocket and the other with the remote. He could feel himself hardened. She had that insane effect on him. "Fuck! I am hard". He cursed under his breath. Suddenly the door opened. "Grandma?" Angela gasped, tears clouded her eyes as she tried to keep her face straight and voice steady. *****ADULT CONTENT HERE* read at your own risk! "No matter the time or place,you will spread your legs for me when I say so,that's my condition,can you do that?" Angela met his eyes and swallowed convulsively. "Yes". Her voice trembled. Angela, a 24 yrs old and breadwinner of her poor class family was left with no other choice other than to say yes to Mr Antonio inorder to save her nieces. Antonio Montero of the famous Montero family! The incredibly handsome, famous idol and young billionaire also known as the sexiest man of his generation. A toxic playboy with many sex scandals. Nevertheless, Angela wasn't a fan of his looks or movie roles as most girls including her very own sister, not even in the least in love with him nor he with her. He got a death wish to grant and she, emotionally blackmailed. Most girls would die to find themselves in this situation but not Angela... One year Angela will have her simple life back. But what will she do if it becomes a life time imprisonment? There are far many secrets about the Monteros that got her entrapped.
"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."
They don't know I'm a girl. They all look at me and see a boy. A prince. Their kind purchase humans like me for their lustful desires. And, when they stormed into our kingdom to buy my sister, I intervened to protect her. I made them take me too. The plan was to escape with my sister whenever we found a chance. How was I to know our prison would be the most fortified place in their kingdom? I was supposed to be on the sidelines. The one they had no real use for. The one they never meant to buy. But then, the most important person in their savage land-their ruthless beast king-took an interest in the "pretty little prince." How do we survive in this brutal kingdom, where everyone hates our kind and shows us no mercy? And how does someone, with a secret like mine, become a lust slave? . AUTHOR'S NOTE. This is a dark romance-dark, mature content. Highly rated 18+ Expect triggers, expect hardcore. If you're a seasoned reader of this genre, looking for something different, prepared to go in blindly not knowing what to expect at every turn, but eager to know more anyway, then dive in! . From the author of the international bestselling book: "The Alpha King's Hated Slave."