Everyone thought Lorenzo truly loved Gracie, until the day of their daughter's heart surgery. To Gracie's utter shock, Lorenzo gave the precious organ needed by their child to another woman. Devastated, Gracie opted for a divorce. Fueled by her need for revenge, Gracie joined hands with Lorenzo's uncle, Waylon, and orchestrated Lorenzo's downfall. In the end, Lorenzo was left with nothing and consumed by remorse. He pleaded for a reconciliation. Gracie thought she was free to move on with her life, but Waylon held her back in a death grip. "Did you think you can just walk out on me?"
"Are you attempting to seduce me?" The man's voice was cold with anger.
Pinned against the bed, Gracie Jones boldly reached up, her fingers tracing a path from his abdomen upward.
She could distinctly feel that at her touch, his muscles tightened immediately.
Her finger halted at his lips, highlighted by her stark wine-red nail polish.
"Yes, are you open to the idea, Waylon?"
The man restraining Gracie was Waylon Hughes, the uncle of her ex-husband.
With a half-smile, Waylon took in her fearless yet poised expression. "Doesn't it worry you that my nephew might find out?"
"He's already my ex," Gracie said, her smile subtle.
Today marked the official end of her marriage to Lorenzo Hughes.
Waylon's face hardened at her words. Releasing her neck, he said sharply, "I'm not interested in you. Leave."
Gracie quickly wrapped her arms around his neck, her voice a soft murmur in his ear, saying, "Waylon, interest isn't just spoken about; it's proven by actions."
Gracie's warm breath against his neck caused a blush to rise to his ear.
He swallowed hard.
Gracie's hand continued its exploration of his abdomen. "You might say one thing, Waylon, but your body seems to disagree."
Heat flooded Waylon's lower abdomen. A tingling sensation spread from the place Gracie had touched.
It was a feeling he had never experienced before.
Waylon grasped her roving hand, his tone firm. "There's a price to getting close to me."
Overcome by his desires, he pressed his lips to hers, her sweet, floral scent enveloping them.
Gracie's clothes were quickly removed...
As Waylon was about to advance further, Gracie stopped him. "Waylon, can you promise me one thing?"
The desire in Waylon's eyes dimmed slightly as he momentarily paused.
Gracie eventually disclosed her true motives.
"Proceed."
Hearing the edge of displeasure in his voice, Gracie tenderly kissed his neck, trying to calm him. "I need you to remove Lorenzo from his position as Chief Executive Officer."
The man facing Gracie was not just the leader of Jorvine's most influential family, the Hughes, but also a key figure in the national economy.
For Waylon, her request was manageable.
"After your divorce, you're no longer a Hughes. Why should I act against Lorenzo for you?"
As Gracie was about to distance herself from Waylon, he continued, "Pick something else."
"Well, then... At the banquet tomorrow night, I want you to..." Gracie murmured something into his ear.
"Alright." No sooner had he consented than Waylon moved closer, pushing aside all else to hold her passionately...
When Waylon woke up, he felt rejuvenated, as if he had savored something extraordinary.
It was the first night in six years he had slept without the aid of sleeping pills.
Turning to his side, he found a cold pillow with a note on it.
Waylon picked up the note nonchalantly. "Dear Waylon, don't forget our agreement!" It was signed off with a smiley face.
The crooked handwriting brought a chill to Waylon's gaze.
He was intrigued to see what Gracie was planning.
Reaching for the phone, Waylon called his assistant, Greg Reed. "Greg, there's something I need you to take care of."
Mia's life is spiraling out of control. Abandoned by her mother, bullied mercilessly at school, and thrown into a household of four dangerously attractive stepbrothers, she's desperate to find her footing. "You look absolutely edible," Sean growled, his eyes devouring her. Mia felt a rush of heat between her thighs "Oh, you think so?" she purred, turning to face him. She reached out and traced her fingers along the ribbon that wrapped around his waist. "Well, I've been waiting for this all day. And I'm starving." Sean's smile grew into a predatory grin. "Then let us feast," he said, and in a flash, the ribbon fell away, exposing his rock-hard length. He stepped closer, and Mia felt the warmth of his breath on her face as he whispered, "You're going to take every inch of us tonight, aren't you?" With Rolex's teasing smirk and Sean's quiet, hot stares, Mia doesn't know where to turn-or who to trust. Every glance, every touch leaves her breathless, confused, and craving more than she should. Will Mia survive their games, or will she lose herself in a dangerous world of secrets, seduction, and forbidden desire? One house. Four brothers. Endless temptation.
Rosalynn's marriage to Brian wasn't what she envisioned it to be. Her husband, Brian, barely came home. He avoided her like a plague. Worse still, he was always in the news for dating numerous celebrities. Rosalynn persevered until she couldn't take it anymore. She upped and left after filing for a divorce. Everything changed days later. Brian took interest in a designer that worked for his company anonymously. From her profile, he could tell that she was brilliant and dazzling. He pulled the stops to find out her true identity. Little did he know that he was going to receive the greatest shocker of his life. Brian bit his finger with regret when he recalled his past actions and the woman he foolishly let go.
My boyfriend called, "Baby!" as he jumped out of bed and scrambled to pull his pants off the ground. "Please, I can explain my love." Shutting my eyes, I inhaled deeply and tried not to cry when I realized that my dream of the man not being my boyfriend had been dashed. "What?" I asked, "What do you want to explain?" How did you lie about having a business meeting while you were in bed enjoying yourself with my best friend, even though I told you I was in serious pain, is that it?" I stood there, my heart pounding, and tears streaming down my face...
“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?”
After three secretive years of marriage, Eliana never met her enigmatic husband until she was served with divorce papers and learned of his extravagant pursuit of another. She snapped back to reality and secured a divorce. Thereafter, Eliana unveiled her various personas: an esteemed doctor, legendary secret agent, master hacker, celebrated designer, adept race car driver, and distinguished scientist. As her diverse talents became known, her ex-husband was consumed by remorse. Desperately, he pleaded, "Eliana, give me another chance! All my properties, even my life, are yours."
Two years ago, Ricky found himself coerced into marrying Emma to protect the woman he cherished. From Ricky's perspective, Emma was despicable, resorting to underhanded schemes to ensure their marriage. He maintained a distant and cold attitude toward her, reserving his warmth for another. Yet, Emma remained wholeheartedly dedicated to Ricky for more than ten years. As she grew weary and considered relinquishing her efforts, Ricky was seized by a sudden fear. Only when Emma's life teetered on the edge, pregnant with Ricky's child, did he recognize-the love of his life had always been Emma.