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."
In the previous life, Maggie Johnson was so cowardly, gullible and stupid that she was coaxed by her fiance and stepsister and then broke her legs and lost everything including her fortune, love and even life. However, she was so lucky that she was reborn in the year before everything happened. Since her life restarted, how could she repeat a previous tragedy? Therefore, in this life, she took the opportunity to improve herself and take revenge on the ones who had ever insulted her. Facing the people who had humiliated her previously, she became smart and experienced to break their frames and tricks that had caused her to hurt in the previous life. Finally, no one could stop her pace to amaze the world any more.
Ethan always viewed Nyla as a compulsive liar, while she saw him as aloof and insensitive. Nyla had cherished the notion that she was dear to Ethan, yet she felt coldly rejected when she realized her place in his heart was insignificant. No longer trying to break through his coldness, she stepped back, only for him to alter his approach unexpectedly. She challenged him, "If you trust me so little, why keep me around?" Ethan, who had once carried himself with pride, now stood before her with a humble plea. "Nyla, I've made mistakes. Please don't walk away from me."
RIEKA She was a naive, chubby, wolfless werewolf, maltreated by her mate to the point where she loses her sanity and womb, her crime was being chubby and less attractive than her peers. GABRIEL He was a handsome, strong willed womanizer, who happens to a hybrid ALPHA prince, the person he loves the most is his kid brother RALPH. He has searched high and low for a mate he could never find. What will happen when he finds out that his beloved brother's ex wife, happens to be his long awaited mate, who was maltreated and is currently mentally unstable? Will he forgive his brother for hurting his mate? or will blood flow?
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.
He owns her, He wants her, She saw something she shouldn't have, She thought she could escape him, Now he haunts her to the ends of the earth, He would make her life miserable, He would make sure she sees no one but him. "You are mine Alicia, I can have you whenever I want, you are my woman and I will be damned if I let another man touch you or even take what is mine" her. *** Alicia was dumped at the altar by her fiancee and she became a laughing stock to the whole town, she sought to take her life because of her pain but she stumbled upon something she should never have seen, now He haunts her. Even when she thought her life couldn't get any worse, she was forced to marry him.
RATED 18+ (WARNING) - EXPLICIT SCENES. "Strip for me" the beastly alpha called, his voice echoed from his dark cell, causing a shiver to go down her body. She couldn't fight the way her body reacts to him. Her nipples harden from his touch. "I can smell your wetness omega" he mutters, his hands tracing under her skirt till he feels up her wet jeweled folds, causing a hiss from her lips as his fingers push in. He whispers to he ears, a voice filled the dangerous promise "you are mine" .******. Elise Aldermen is the daughter of the Silvernight Pack's chief alpha. She has waited her whole life for her marriage ceremony, hoping it would be the best day of her life. However, she gets the shock of a lifetime when her betrothed coldly rejects her and makes her a slave after finding out her true origins, even though they were already bound. Not Not only is she claimed to be a bastard on her mating day, but she is also disowned and rejected by her pack and mate. Elise's life turns into a nightmare as she is thrown into the dungeons as the cruel alpha's slave, only to be handed off to his greatest beastly champion, who dwells in the dark cells. Elise soon discovers that the beast she is now forced to be marked and bound to is more than a monster; this beastly alpha could also be her fated mate.