IN LOVE WITH MY BILLIONAIRE BOSS (He Is Betrothed But He Is Mine!!) BLURB "Mr Geal, we can't please." her voice breaks as he trailed his fingers down jaw to her lips. Her breath comes out in gasps as she tightens her legs together, "Please, you are betrothed." she murmured. His hands move to her neck where he tightens them whispering, "It doesn't matter," he growls, his fingers finding their way beneath my skirt. "I am yours anyway." He doesn't give her a second before his fingers sweep her panties aside, and find their way home. "Holy hell-" the rest of the words is jumbled in her throat as he slams his lips against hers ~~~~~~ Olivia Macurry, a woman whose lifetime goal was to stop stripping. She wanted no more than a white collar job where she wouldn't have to open her legs to get paid. After getting ordered by a man who paid fifteen thousand dollars to have her for the night, she agreed but she didn't keep to the bargain. Now her new boss is the same blue eyed man that paid for a night with her, the same man she left when he was in the bathroom barely an hour after their first round. But it's too late because he wants her again. Just a taste, and he's addicted. He won't let her go, not even when he is buried six feet under. He can't stop, he must have her after all he paid for a night. Obsession turns into attraction. Attraction turns into possession. Possession turns into pure madness. He refuses to let her go yet he is betrothed to another. Secrets, lies, betrayal, and anger drives their relationship towards madness as everything is turned upside. But then Leonardo's best quality was that he thrived in chaos, and even though he is betrothed he belonged to her. Body, mind, and fucking soul.
CHAPTER ONE
Finally, I am graduating.
I bounce my legs up and down happily as I wait for my name to be called.
"Olivia Macurry." at the sound of my name, I am up and running towards the stage.
I can't believe this is happening to me, after everything I went through to be able to go to school. All my tears, sweat, suffering, it all led me to this one moment.
The moment I get my degree. With a big smile on my face, I walk forward.
"Congratulations Macurry" the Dean says, a permanent fake smile etched on his face. I nod, smile for the camera then head down the stage.
Unlike my other classmates, there is no one in the crowd for me. No one screaming my name or how proud they are to have me, no one is here on my special day.
Quickly shoving the feeling of crying down my pit, I pull off my beautiful charming smile. Today is a happy day. I refuse to think sad thoughts.
I am not much to look at just a normal waist length redhead with Hazel eyes, not like the hot girls I see around.
"LIV!!!" my dearest friend, Stacy Steven, screams from a mile away running towards me while jumping up in excitement.
"STACY!!!" I shout, running towards her.
We meet halfway, embracing each other at the same time squealing happily.
Stacy Steven has been my friend for over three years now. She is the only one I can say knows a lot about me. Even though there are some things she doesn't know, and it's not because she is not a good friend because she is.
I just don't like to share my private life. I mean it's my life, so I like to keep it to myself duh.
"We are done baby!!" she yells, waving her hands dramatically.
I laugh with her. We grab our caps, flinging it into the air as we jump.
"I am so happy!!!!" she shouts, dancing about.
"It's time to celebrate–"
"Umm.... Stacy, I have to get ready for work, so I am going to have to pass." I whyne, swaying my hips left, and right.
She pouts sadly. Her parents called us over for some pictures. After taking numerous pictures with the family, I quickly headed home.
I work as a stripper at a club called 'Pleasure'. It's a big club with a lot of dirt going on there. I mean it's not my best choice, but my only option for now.
I quickly change into simple jeans and top knowing that I would still change at work. My home isn't much to write about.
The bed is small, you only take about five steps or so in the room. My kitchen consists of only a small dove, beside my bed is a small stool, there is a small closet by the side of my bed which makes the room smaller.
The walls are painted dull gray, my bed sheet is gray, my stool is black, and most of my clothes are black and white.
Why? Because to me colors are emotions, and the only time I am not feeling numb is when I am angry or disgusted. So I have a few pairs of red, and green clothes.
Taking the leftover pizza, I ate it in a rush. Prying open my bedside drawer, I pull out my drugs.
Dammit, just the last dose.
And this is the reason I never have money for myself. I have to buy these stupid pills that are so expensive or else I won't be able to live.
Maybe I should just die. No one knows me, no one cares, no one will cry, no one will even notice. My body will probably be found decayed by the landlord who comes to ask for overdue rent.
I sigh heavily. Is this life really worth living?
No, bad thoughts are not needed. I need to stay alive for all the people I was created to touch their lives. It will get better.
Who am I kidding, it will never get better but it will definitely get easier.
Taking one last breath, I head out locking the door behind me.
"Olivia."
I jumped in fear, startled to see the landlord standing right in front of me with a stern face, his pot belly protruding proudly.
"Hahaha, it's my favorite landlord." I chuckle, smiling sweetly at him.
"I am your only landlord," he says with a big scowl on his face.
Way to go stating the obvious.
"Your rent has been due for the past two weeks now." he adds, folding his arms under his chest.
I shuffle from one foot to another, the floorboard creaking under my feet.
"Ah, yes I know about that. I am heading to work now, and I promise to have your money by the end of this week." I plead, clasping my palms together.
I really hope he spares me.
"I really don't know what you do with all those money you earn as a hooker–"
"I am not a hooker." I interrupt him, my face beaming with a fake smile.
"Whatever. The week ends tomorrow, have my money or I throw you out." he snaps, looking at me from head to toes.
This man is literally fucking with his eyes. He has a wife and three kids, not to mention that he is old enough to be my father. Does his dick even still work?
"If you can't have my money, you know you can pay in-"
"I will have your money by tomorrow." I cut him off, a smile still plastered on my face.
"You better." he growls, and stomps away.
"Of course, bye!!" I giggle, my lips stretched into my beautiful smile as I wave at him.
It's not like his house is even something to call a house. The roofs are leaking, the walls are peeling, the toilet is so small you can't take two steps in it. It's a three storey building yet no elevator, and he still prides himself so much.
Well at least he owns a house unlike you. My subconscious snapped at me.
I scurry down the stairs with a smile still plastered on my lips even though I feel disgusted, and angry. Smiling is my coping mechanism, it's the only expression I am capable of showing.
No matter how I feel on the inside I am always smiling on the outside.
The ride to Pleasure doesn't take so much time. The smell of sex, drugs, alcohol hits me as soon as I step into the club.
Music is blaring loud, I navigate my way to the changing room as it is almost time for my show.
The changing room is filled with girls, some naked, some dressed, some doing their makeup.
I stare at myself one last time. I am dressed in a very short check skirt that has half my ass on display paired with a halter neck top bra with my knee length booth to go with it.
My face is made up with just mascara, red waterproof lipstick and eyeshadow.
"Let's give it up for Vixen." The crowd goes wild at the sound of my stage name.
The curtain opens to reveal the stage in front of me with a pole in the middle.
I take slow strides to the pool, ensuring I look confident. The men are plenty as usual, because I am the most wanted stripper that stopped being a hooker yet I still dance.
Things like that are bound to draw men. I grab the pole, and start dancing.
I move my hips according to the song, my fingers move to my belly, down my legs, then I swing my hair back. That's when I see him.
The first thing that captivates me is his eyes, blue like the ocean. He is sipping a drink and his eyes roaming around my body as I move sexually.
The gaze is electrifying, I don't feel disgusted like I do when I see a man eye fucking me instead I feel heat rise between my legs.
My core throb just by the way he is looking at me. Fire burns through me, holding the pole tight I throw one leg behind it and spin my body.
My gaze stays firmly on his. His hair is tousled, shirt unbuttoned at the first two, his muscles flex inside his shirt.
He licks his lips, gosh those lips. I bite my lips imagining they were his. He folds his arms under his chest, making his muscles more defined than before.
Gosh, kill me now. I can feel the wetness pool between my legs.
Get a grip young woman.
I scold myself, forcing my eyes to look away. I finish my dance. The cheer of men fills my ears as I walk away, I can't help but look around and find his eyes once more.
He is staring at me. I duck my head and leave.
The feeling is electrifying, I slap my head repeatedly as I walk to the changing room, my legs wobbling a little.
This isn't an attraction, I am just horny. It's been almost two years since I last slept with a man.
Stop lying to yourself.
Throughout the months, I have never felt even a smudge of sexual arousal until I saw him. The blue eyed man.
I shake my head to get rid of unwanted thoughts.
I pray I make enough to pay my rent and get even if it's just a pack of my drugs. The money the men pay to watch my show is split into three, one belongs to me while the two belong to the madame.
Not fair, I know.
"Come in." Madame's famous cold voice rings out as I knock on her office door.
I push the door slightly, walking into the room. Madame's office is nothing out of the ordinary, everywhere is painted black and red.
Her desk is at the other side of the room behind her desk is a floor to ceiling window. Two couches are seated in the middle of the room facing a TV that I have never seen on.
I walk to her table to pick up the envelope placed on the table and count the money.
A thousand dollars.
It's a lot of money but not nearly half of what I need. My rent is about eight hundred, grocery is finished so is water, gas and light not to forget my drugs.
I usually perform just once in a week, sometimes two, but by the looks of it I am going to have to ask to come perform tomorrow.
"A man asked for you for the night." Madame's chill voice says, her head not raising from her laptop.
"I don't do that anymore Madame. We already talked about this." I frown.
She stops typing, and raises her head when she speaks. It sounds scary, and cold.
"You think I didn't tell him that."
"So-"
"He is offering to pay five thousand dollars for the night." She cuts me off.
My eyes widened in shock.
What!!
CONTRACT MARRIAGE WITH MR. CRIPPLED (His Jewel, Her Diamond) BLURB Reena Christian is a young girl born into a wealthy family that treats her like a slave. Bullied by her younger sister, abused by her mother, and neglected by her brothers and father, her life takes a whole new turn for the worse when her family sells her off in a contract marriage to a crippled man. A man who she saved in an accident, the same man who is cold, heartless, and ruthless, and is hell-bent on ruining her life. Betrayed by not only her family but also everyone in her life. Reena is forced to become a whole new person. When a huge secret finally comes out. Betrayal, love, pain, hatred, power, backstabbing, and a whole lot more find their way into her life. Will her crippled husband find a place for her in his heart, or is their love damned? Will their love be able to bloom in spite of all the curveballs that are thrown at them, or will they drown in the hate surrounding them? Reena Christian is one hell of a tough girl, and so is Roman, her husband. But they would need more than that to survive. Especially when hell's fury is unleashed on them.
"Divorce? Divorce?" Camilla brokenly asked her Husband. She couldn't believe what she heard. "Yes, I think we should just get a divorce." Caesar barked. Camilla Garrison was betrayed by her fiance, by sleeping with her step sister. That wasn't enough; she was also chased out from the house her maternal grandfather left for her and was tricked by her blood brother and father to sign her company in their name. Devastated and heartbroken, she left the country with the help of a friend, where she will change her name to Phoenix Gilbert and get married to her ex fiance Trillionaire uncle just to get revenge. After Camilla had over a quarter of her problem, a found secret would destroy everything. She also have a lot of enemies to overcome. Dive into this story and see how Camilla did all this. What would be Caesar's reaction when he found out Camilla had lied about herself? What would also happen when he found out his wife was his nephew's ex? Her Ex-fiance also wanted to win her back
Blurb "Mummy, Daddy is pleading." The children cried to their mother on their father's behalf D...divorce? Camilla said her voice was shaky and her body trembled as she heard the divorce paper that felt like a heavy burden weighing her down to the fullest. "Yes, Divorce! That is the gift for our third marriage anniversary." Sebastien said his tone was devoid of emotions. Camilla's world shatters when her husband, Sebastien, serves her divorce papers on their third anniversary, revealing his secret affair with her step-sister. Heartbroken but determined, Camilla rises from the ashes, transforming into a sophisticated and independent woman. Five years later, she returns to reclaim her family's company, only to find herself caught between her vengeful ex-husband and a charming billionaire vying for her heart. Will Camilla find love and redemption, or will secrets from the past destroy everything?" Who will Camilla settle for?
"'You shattered my heart into a million pieces, and now you're asking me to pick them up? You crushed my trust, and now you want me to hand it back to you? I'm still finding pieces of myself in the ruins you left behind. How can I give you another chance when I'm still rebuilding myself from the last one? I'd rather drown in my tears than drown in your love." Amy Snapped at Ryan. Cheated upon by her fiancee with her step sister, heartbroken Amy Carter found herself in a club where she drank herself into a stupor, leading to a one night stand with an unknown stranger. Pregnant and chased out of the house with nowhere to go, her life went downhill. Amy left the country to avoid further humiliation, promising to do just anything to nurture the kid in her stomach. However, she came back with her twin after six years. Finally, Billionaire Redford who had been in search of her, his one next stand from years ago, saw his chance to be with her and claim his children. Will Amy agree to the rekindling and find happiness from the one night of mistake and settle for the stranger she had one night stand with? Or do you think her ex boyfriend will win her over again after betraying her with her step sister? Read and find out....
Katie was forced to marry Dillan, a notorious ruffian. Her younger sister mocked her, "You're just an adopted daughter. Count your blessings for marrying him!" The world anticipated Katie's tribulations, but her married life unfurled with unexpected serenity. She even snagged a lavish mansion in a raffle! Katie jumped into Dillan's arms, credited him as her lucky charm. "No, Katie, it's you who brings me all this luck," Dillan replied. Then, one fateful day, Dillan's childhood friend came to her. "You're not worthy of him. Take this 50 million and leave him!" Katie finally grasped Dillan's true stature—the wealthiest man on the planet. That night, trembling with trepidation, she broached the subject of divorce with Dillan. However, with a domineering embrace, he told her, "I'd give you everything I have. Divorce is off the table!"
Madisyn was stunned to discover that she was not her parents' biological child. Due to the real daughter's scheming, she was kicked out and became a laughingstock. Thought to be born to peasants, Madisyn was shocked to find that her real father was the richest man in the city, and her brothers were renowned figures in their respective fields. They showered her with love, only to learn that Madisyn had a thriving business of her own. "Stop pestering me!" said her ex-boyfriend. "My heart only belongs to Jenna." "How dare you think that my woman has feelings for you?" claimed a mysterious bigwig.
Rena got into an entanglement with a big shot when she was drunk one night. She needed Waylen's help while he was drawn to her youthful beauty. As such, what was supposed to be a one-night stand progressed into something serious. All was well until Rena discovered that Waylen's heart belonged to another woman. When his first love returned, he stopped coming home, leaving Rena all alone for many nights. She put up with it until she received a check and farewell note one day. Contrary to how Waylen expected her to react, Rena had a smile on her face as she bid him farewell. "It was fun while it lasted, Waylen. May our paths never cross. Have a nice life." But as fate would have it, their paths crossed again. This time, Rena had another man by her side. Waylen's eyes burned with jealousy. He spat, "How the hell did you move on? I thought you loved only me!" "Keyword, loved!" Rena flipped her hair back and retorted, "There are plenty of fish in the sea, Waylen. Besides, you were the one who asked for a breakup. Now, if you want to date me, you have to wait in line." The next day, Rena received a credit alert of billions and a diamond ring. Waylen appeared again, got down on one knee, and uttered, "May I cut in line, Rena? I still want you."
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?
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.
There was only one man in Raegan's heart, and it was Mitchel. In the second year of her marriage to him, she got pregnant. Raegan's joy knew no bounds. But before she could break the news to her husband, he served her divorce papers because he wanted to marry his first love. After an accident, Raegan lay in the pool of her own blood and called out to Mitchel for help. Unfortunately, he left with his first love in his arms. Raegan escaped death by the whiskers. Afterward, she decided to get her life back on track. Her name was everywhere years later. Mitchel became very uncomfortable. For some reason, he began to miss her. His heart ached when he saw her all smiles with another man. He crashed her wedding and fell to his knees while she was at the altar. With bloodshot eyes, he queried, "I thought you said your love for me is unbreakable? How come you are getting married to someone else? Come back to me!"