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."
The day Raina gave birth should have been the happiest of her life. Instead, it became her worst nightmare. Moments after delivering their twins, Alexander shattered her heart-divorcing her and forcing her to sign away custody of their son, Liam. With nothing but betrayal and heartbreak to her name, Raina disappeared, raising their daughter, Ava, on her own.Years later, fate comes knocking when Liam falls gravely ill. Desperate to save his son, Alexander is forced to seek out the one person he once cast aside. Alexander finds himself face to face with the woman he underestimated, pleading for a second chance-not just for himself, but for their son. But Raina is no longer the same broken woman who once loved him.No longer the woman he left behind. She has carved out a new life-one built on strength, wealth, and a long-buried legacy she expected to uncover.Raina has spent years learning to live without him.The question is... Will she risk reopening old wounds to save the son she never got to love? or has Alexander lost her forever?
My name is Katia, and I am just trying to survive until my fated mate arrives. Which may be easier said than done. Rejectection is the last straw. Whispering my acceptance of his rejection. I run through the pack house, out across the manicured lawn into the forest. "I'm sorry, my sweet girl," I say to my wolf. I'm sorry you have been stuck with me and have had to suffer everything I have. She whispers," it's not your fault, Katia. We came to a cliff with a waterfall. The hurt keeps pounding at me. I need it to stop. My sweet girl, and I just want peace, I keep running and leap off the cliff. Spreading my arms wide, with tears streaming down my face, I fall, not making a sound, waiting for sweet oblivion where we feel nothing ever again. "I love you, my sweet girl! Until we meet again, "My wolf replied just before we hit the water, "I love you too, Katia. I have never regretted a moment with you." The Snow Moon pack is having their last barbecue of the summer next to the waterfall on their land. The adults are laughing and joking while watching the pups play. The alpha, beta, and gamma are swimming with some of the older children and playing a game of Marco Polo. Someone yells, "Oh my goddess, someone just jumped over the waterfall!" Everyone is frozen as they watch what looks to be a child falling arms spread wide, no one makes a sound. The small body hits the water like a plane crashing into the side of a mountain. The alpha, beta, and gamma, spring into action, swimming towards the area the person went under. The alpha is screaming his wolf is going crazy repeating, "Find her. Find her...find her!" They dive and the beta surfaces with a small person in his arms. Alpha takes the girl from his beta, laying her on the ground. The men are shocked by what they see. She is covered in scars and injuries. Her body is twisted and broken. The Beta asks, "Who could have done this to someone so defenseless?" Alpha drops to his knees, repeating, "MATE...MATE...MATE!"
For three years, Shane and Yvonne were wed, sharing heated nights, while his devotion clung to his ex. Yvonne strove to be a dutiful wife, yet their marriage felt hollow, built on desire rather than real warmth. All changed when she became pregnant, only for Shane to thrust her onto the operating table, warning, “Either you or the baby survives!” Broken by his cruelty, she vanished in grief and later returned, radiantly accomplished, leaving everyone awestruck. Haunted by remorse, Shane begged for another chance, but Yvonne only smiled and replied, “I’m sorry, men no longer interest me.”
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?
"You're a creepy bastard." His eyes smolder me and his answering grin is nothing short of beautiful. Deadly. "Yet you hunger for me. Tell me, this appetite of yours, does it always tend toward 'creepy bastards'?" **** Widower and ex-boss to the Mafia, Zefiro Della Rocca, has an unhealthy fixation on the woman nextdoor. It began as a coincidence, growing into mere curiosity, and soon, it was an itch he couldn't ignore, like a quick fix of crack for an addict. He didn't know her name, but he knew every inch of her skin, how it flushed when she climaxed, her favourite novel and that every night she contemplated suicide. He didn't want to care, despising his rapt fascination of the woman. She was in love with her abusive husband. She was married, bound by a contract to the Bratva's hitman. She was off-limits. But when Zefiro wanted something, it was with an intensity that bordered on madness. He obsessed, possessed, owned. There'd be bloodshed if he touched her, but the sight of blood always did fascinate him. * When Susanna flees from her husband, she stumbles right into the arms of her devilishly handsome neighbour with a brooding glare. He couldn't stand her, but she needed him, if she was ever going to escape her husband who now wanted her dead. Better the devil you know than the angel you don't. She should have recalled that before hopping into Zefiro's car and letting him whisk her away to Italy. Maybe then, she wouldn't have started an affair with him. He was the only man who touched her right, and the crazy man took no small pains in ensuring he would be the last.
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...