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"Wife, pay close attention; I dislike disobedience. And when you-my tiny wife-do that, I absolutely detest it." Evelyn Benson a 19-year-old girl living with her foster mother is modest. Her life wasn't what she had imagined because of the abuse she receives from her foster mother. Until Maxwell Ashford bought her to be his bride. Maxwell Ashford is a 30-year-old businessman with a daughter who is three years old. His daughter is the center of his existence. He made the decision to never get married again after his ex-wife betrayed him. However, a couple things happened that made him remarry. Specifically for his daughter, this time with Evelyn. with a self-promise to never fall in love again. However, life was about to show him that he was mistaken, and he quickly discovered that he was possessive of his young bride. He soon discovered that he constantly craved his second wife. For the sake of his little wife, he found himself betraying every vow he had made to himself. What comes next?
"Mom, I will not wear this dress!" She didn't even look at me when I mentioned it to her again, as usual.
The gown was stunning. The dress had a deep neckline and was off-the-shoulder and bodycon.
Although I'm not into these kinds of dresses, I don't dislike the dress. I typically dress in T-shirts and jeans.
Where my mother wants to take me is unknown to me. I graduated yesterday, but she wasn't there. It didn't affect me as much anymore, so I didn't complain too much.
I had no idea where we were heading.
Not only that, but she also makes the effort to dress me nicely, and this is the first time she has ever taken me anyplace.
This has never occurred before!
I felt uncomfortable in this clothing, but I said nothing because I had nowhere else to go.
Her voice was chirping, "Let's go, honey,"
Her conduct was pleasant, and I had no idea why she was so joyful today. This is strange!
I followed her after giving her a nod.
"I want you to act as well as you can there... "You will see my worst if I receive any complaints about your behavior," she warned, holding my wrist forcefully, which could result in a bruise later.
My eyes were watering and on the verge of spilling, but I forced myself to stop and gave her a nod.
We drove for a few minutes and finally reached an opulent restaurant.
I glanced at the enormous, towering skyscraper.
"Behave, Evelyn."
I looked down as soon as my mother gritted her teeth. My mother began to walk, and I went with her. We walked into the restaurant and a man came up to us.
He smiled as he looked at me and said, "Ma'am, how can I help you?"
The way he gazed at me made me uneasy, so I pulled a lock of hair behind my ear.
"We are here to meet Mr. Ashford," my mother remarked with a smile.
After saying, "Oh, follow me, ma'am," he began to move.
We went with him.
Which Mr. Ashford is he?
We came here to meet him, but why?
When I heard my mother's voice, I was still thinking about the encounter.
"Mr. Ashford, it's nice to see you."
Her voice was unusually lovely, and I noticed it. I noticed a man with his back to us when I looked forward. I could tell by his posture that he was standing as though he controlled the restaurant, even though we were facing his back.
He was standing quite erect, and his shoulders were wide. Most likely, he was taller than six feet. The sound of my mother's voice caused him to turn.
I had never seen such a beautiful dude. I couldn't take my eyes off his face as he gazed at my mom. He reached into his pocket and lifted his wide chest in our direction.
Oh God! Is he genuine?
I investigated him without shame, but as soon as our gazes locked, I looked down and swallowed. An embarrassed flush came over me. How could I, dear God?
I felt so embarrassed about myself. I had never acted like this before. He nodded, looking at my mom.
She continued, "Mr. Ashford, meet my daughter, Evelyn," while cradling my shoulders and showcasing me to him.
He regarded me as though he were examining every inch of me. I lowered my head, uneasy in his piercing stare.
After inhaling deeply, he glanced back at my mother and nodded. As though they were speaking directly into one other's eyes. I didn't comprehend anything at all.
"I hope you like her," she remarked with a broad smile.
Just like her!
What does that signify to her?
His phone rang before either he or I could ask any questions. I glanced at my mother, who appeared a little anxious after he excused himself.
"Mom, what do you mean by 'like her'?" She was asked. She smirked after glancing at me.
"You are going to marry him, honey," she added while embracing me by the wrists.
I stared at her in disbelief. My graduation was yesterday! Dreams! I wanted to satisfy them! I'm unable to get married! She couldn't have! Await! And with whom? "He"?
She exclaimed before I could inquire, "Stop letting your worthless head go wild! Yes, indeed! He's telling me, "It's him." Before I could question her further or refute this, he returned to us.
How could this man want to marry me? I asked him incredulously. Check him out! Look at me, too!
"Mr. Ashford, you like her...right?" Mom asked again.
How hopeless!
"I want to talk to her" His voice came to me for the first time. It was husky, muscular, and deep! Just listening to his voice would make anyone tremble. My mother gave a foolish smile and nodded.
My impulse was to yell at her. How could she have decided to marry me off? Moreover, it was to someone I had never met.
He gazed at me as though he were blazing a hole through my body as my mother left. I made an uncomfortable shift.
He was the first, then this dress.
I stared at him, then looked down again. I didn't want to look into those intense eyes, and I didn't want him to know how I felt on the inside.
Taking my name, he said, "Miss Benson..." None of the other people who had mentioned it sounded like it.
"Please have a seat," he said, pointing to the chair in front of him. I took a seat quietly.
Coldly, he asked me, "Do you have any questions regarding this marriage?"
I was conflicted about whether or not to ask, but I wanted to. Finally, though, I decided to inquire.
"Wh-Why do you want to marry me?" I asked him uneasily. I wanted to ask the most crucial question.
After letting out a deep breath, he spoke.
His statement, "I have a daughter," was shocking. I wanted to ask him a lot more things while I stared at him, but he resumed his conversation.
"I just want a mother for my daughter, and that's why I am marrying you," replied the man.
When he said those words, all of my hopes of being loved were dashed. I stared at him incredulously.
Observe, Miss Benson... You have dreams, and I am aware that you graduated yesterday. I'll provide you with all the financial help you need to fulfill them. However, you must be my daughter's mother in exchange. Nothing will change after the marriage is over. He clarified, "You will only be her mother, not my wife." He paused for a minute and gave the specific line more emphasis.
"A mother, but not a wife."
"Okay," I answered.
"Only a mother, but not a wife."
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Lindsey's fiancé was the devil's first son. Not only did he lie to her but he also slept with her stepmother, conspired to take away her family fortune, and then set her up to have sex with a total stranger. To get her lick back, Lindsey decided to find a man to disrupt her engagement party and humiliate the cheating bastard. Never did she imagine that she would bump into a strikingly handsome stranger who was all that she was currently looking for. At the engagement party, he boldly declared that she was his woman. Lindsey thought he was just a broke man who wanted to leech off her. But once they began their fake relationship, she realized that good luck kept coming her way. She thought they would part ways after the engagement party, but this man kept to her side. "We gotta stick together, Lindsey. Remember, I'm now your fiancé. " "Domenic, you're with me because of my money, aren't you?" Lindsey asked, narrowing her eyes at him. Domenic was taken aback by that accusation. How could he, the heir of the Walsh family and CEO of Vitality Group, be with her for money? He controlled more than half of the city's economy. Money wasn't a problem for him! The two got closer and closer. One day, Lindsey finally realized that Domenic was actually the stranger she had slept with months ago. Would this realization change things between them? For the better or worse?
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.
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"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."
"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.
It was supposed to be a marriage of convenience, but Carrie made the mistake of falling in love with Kristopher. When the time came that she needed him the most, her husband was in the company of another woman. Enough was enough. Carrie chose to divorce Kristopher and move on with her life. Only when she left did Kristopher realize how important she was to him. In the face of his ex-wife’s countless admirers, Kristopher offered her 20 million dollars and proposed a new deal. “Let’s get married again.”