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Miles was livid. His father had to be joking, right? Marrying a nineteen-year-old girl? Who does that? He was twenty when she was born, for God's sake. The very idea disgusted him. Not because of what anyone would say-Miles didn't care about public opinion. Reclusive, cold, rude, and emotionally unavailable, he had no interest in the world's judgment. But this? This felt wrong. He wasn't a predator, and he sure as hell wasn't about to marry someone two decades younger than him. But his father wouldn't back down, and losing the company wasn't an option. So, he reluctantly agreed. He would marry the shy, damaged girl who had survived the worst at the hands of her step-uncle. He made himself a promise: he wouldn't touch her. He would protect her, not become another perverted man she'd have to fear. What he didn't expect was how hard that promise would be to keep. She was undeniably beautiful-soft curves in all the right places, her presence igniting desires he thought he could suppress. Suddenly, Miles found himself fighting not just his morals, but his erection. But she was his wife. He could touch her, right? Or at least look? She was going to be his undoing
Miles
My father is unbelievable.
No-ridiculous. That's the better word to describe him. What sane person finds a nineteen-year-old bride for their thirty-nine-year-old son?
I clench my jaw, the memory of our last conversation playing on repeat in my head.
"This is insane," I mutter to myself. "What does he take me for? A predator? A pervert? A...phidophile?" I stumble over the word, the disgust in my voice palpable. "God, it's sick."
Yes, she's technically an adult, but the twenty-year age gap makes my skin crawl. How does he expect me to wake up next to someone barely out of high school and call her my wife?
I scoff, shrugging my jacket off.
"No way. There's no way I'm agreeing to this."
Still, the question gnaws at me: Who are her parents? What kind of people marry off their daughter to a man almost twice her age?
I glance down at the woman kneeling before me, sucking my dick, her doe eyes looking up like I'm her savior. Fuck off.
I pull away from her without a word, my disgust now spilling over into every aspect of my life. Lately, no one gets me hard. No one.
"Put your clothes on and leave," I snap, brushing past her toward the bathroom. I wash my hands, trying to rinse away the frustration clawing at my chest.
The intercom buzzes as I step back into my office. "What now?"
"Mr. Han?" Lizzie's voice comes through the speaker, hesitant.
"Out with it," I bark, pinching the bridge of my nose.
"It's your father."
I exhale sharply, my patience fraying at the edges. "Tell him to fuck off."
There's a pause. Then his voice booms through the line. "Miles, did you order your security to keep me out? I gave you this company. Don't make me take it back."
Of course, I think, biting back the urge to smash the intercom.
"Lizzie, let him in," I say through gritted teeth.
Moments later, my father strides into the office. Tall, broad-shouldered, and brimming with self-importance, he looks more like my brother than my dad. It's the curse of the Han genes-forever youthful but forever tied to this man's shadow.
He doesn't waste time. "Your wedding to Cheryl is in three weeks. Drop this fantasy of living single and build a family, or I'll send you back to Korea to ride bicycles with your grandmother."
The jab at my mom's family isn't new, but it still stings. He always speaks about them like they're beneath him, like divorcing my mom gave him a license to erase her existence.
"You want me to marry a child," I say, my voice low and steady, the anger simmering just beneath the surface.
"She's nineteen. A grown woman."
"She's a kid," I snap, standing abruptly.
He shrugs, adjusting his cufflinks like this is just another business deal. "This company didn't build itself, Miles. You want to keep it? Do what's required."
I stare at him, the weight of his words settling like lead in my chest.
"Fine," I spit out, each letter dripping with venom.
"Good," he says, his tone clipped, as he turns and walks out.
The moment the door closes, I lash out, swiping everything off my desk in one swift motion. Papers scatter, a glass shatters, but the rage inside me doesn't ease.
This isn't just unfair-it's cruel. To me, to her, to everyone involved.
I grab my phone and dial Chris.
"Mr. Han," he answers.
"Find out everything about her," I say, my voice cold and detached.
"Every. Single. Thing."
I hang up before he can respond, my mind racing.
If my father thinks he can control me forever, he's got another thing coming.
***
I leaned on my desk, staring at the folder Chris had prepared for me. My fingers tightened around the glass of water in my other hand, and I drained it in one gulp before opening the file.
Chris always put everything into a document when he knew the details would be lengthy. He's one of the few people I can tolerate for more than a few minutes, but even he knows I prefer to read than listen.
"She's still in college," I muttered, groaning internally as I skimmed the first page.
Shy. 5'7". Dark brown hair. Half Korean, half American. Lives with her dad and stepfamily.
Of course. Stepfamily. That explains everything. They're selling her off like property.
I snapped the folder shut, tossing it onto my desk with more force than necessary. "None of this is relevant," I growled, my eyes narrowing at Chris.
He shifted uncomfortably, his lips twitching as if he had more to say.
"Spill it, Chris," I said, running a frustrated hand through my hair.
He hesitated. "I visited her high school. Dug into her records..."
"What did you find?" I barked, my patience thinning.
Chris winced, his discomfort clear as he finally spoke. "She was bullied in high school. Mostly by her stepsister. And..." He paused, glancing away before continuing.
"She took a break her senior year after her step-uncle was arrested for molesting her."
The air left my lungs.
I stared at him, the words echoing in my head. Bullied. Molested.
My heart twisted painfully in my chest.
Why me?
This wasn't just a girl. This wasn't just a nineteen-year-old I was being forced to marry.
She was broken.
"She..." My voice faltered, and I cleared my throat. "She went back to school after all that?"
Chris nodded. "She graduated with good grades. It looks like she's kept her head down since. Her step sister moved out, but the rest of her stepfamily is still in the picture."
I slammed my hand against the desk. "Unbelievable."
Chris hesitated again before speaking. "Sir... you could marry her without any expectations. Keep her here, away from them, until she's ready to stand on her own feet"
I shot him a sharp look. "Did I ask for your opinion?"
He ducked his head, mumbling an apology, but his words lingered in my mind. As much as I hated to admit it, he wasn't wrong.
"What about her mother?" I asked, my voice quieter this time.
"She left years ago. Dumped her with her father and never came back."
I clenched my fists, a storm of emotions brewing inside me.
Why do people like this have children? Who gives birth to someone, only to abandon them to a life of pain and neglect?
And now, after everything she's been through, her family's grand solution is to marry her off to a man old enough to be her father?
God, this world is sick.
Whether I liked it or not, the decision had already been made. This marriage was happening. But one thing was certain-I wouldn't touch her. I wouldn't even look at her twice.
I refused to become another predator in her life.
I leaned back in my chair, rubbing a hand over my face. The anger, the frustration, the sheer unfairness of it all clawed at me.
"Fine," I muttered under my breath. "I'll do it."
Chris glanced at me, waiting for further instructions.
"Make sure everything's ready," I said, my tone final.
As he left the room, I stared at the closed folder on my desk. A life reduced to a few sheets of paper,
She deserved better.
We both did.
A race away from an arranged marriage, Medora escapes to Seattle. In the quiet neighborhood where she tries to rebuild her life, she hears rumors of a reclusive teenager living next door in a treehouse-a young billionaire named Clyde, crippled by tragedy. Drawn to Clyde, despite his struggles, Medora is puzzled by the magnetic pull she feels towards him. At nineteen, Clyde's life has been fractured beyond recognition: a plane crash robbed him of his father and left him bound to a wheelchair after a failed surgery. With a mother lost to addiction and the sweet bitter memories of being a former high school football star, his world is small, lonely, and guarded. Yet, when a vibrant Thirty-one-year-old redhead moves next door, his world begins to shift. Their connection is intense but it has its complications. Just as Medora begins to understand her feelings, Clyde vanishes, leaving her with only memories of what might have been. What happens when Clyde appears years later and starts to invade Medora's new life, irritated by her new lover?
"I'm obsessed with your body Zola" he whispered into my ears, his hot breath brushing against my neck. He rubs both my nipples in between his fingers as the cold water runs down our body. " I'm going to fuck your brains out" he whispered… and I could feel the goosebumps all over my skin. Love blooms in the most unexpected places. Zola gets abducted by Joseph, a Mafia prince. Her beautifully crafted body features lures Joseph's trusted sidekick Andrew and Joseph himself as secrets after secrets unveils. What happens when Joseph is caught by a secret assassin agency? Will Joseph's love for Zola die after he realizes she isn't who she claims to be?!!
COALESCENCE OF THE FIVE SERIES BOOK ONE: THE 5-TIME REJECTED GAMMA & THE LYCAN KING BOOK TWO: THE ROGUES WHO WENT ROGUE BOOK THREE: THE INDOMITABLE HUNTRESS & THE HARDENED DUKE *** BOOK ONE: After being rejected by 5 mates, Gamma Lucianne pleaded with the Moon Goddess to spare her from any further mate-bonds. To her dismay, she is being bonded for the sixth time. What’s worse is that her sixth-chance mate is the most powerful creature ruling over all werewolves and Lycans - the Lycan King himself. She is certain, dead certain, that a rejection would come sooner or later, though she hopes for it to be sooner. King Alexandar was ecstatic to meet his bonded mate, and couldn’t thank their Goddess enough for gifting him someone so perfect. However, he soon realizes that this gift is reluctant to accept him, and more than willing to sever their bond. He tries to connect with her but she seems so far away. He is desperate to get intimate with her but she seems reluctant to open up to him. He tries to tell her that he is willing to commit to her for the rest of his life but she doesn’t seem to believe him. He is pleading for a chance: a chance to get to know her; a chance to show her that he’s different; and a chance to love her. But when not-so-subtle crushes, jealous suitors, self-entitled Queen-wannabes, an old flame, a silent protector and a past wedding engagement threaten to jeopardize their relationship, will Lucianne and Xandar still choose to be together? Is their love strong enough to overcome everything and everyone? Or will Lucianne resort to enduring a sixth rejection from the one person she thought she could entrust her heart with?
"I'm going to tell you what I have in mind," he murmured. "First you're going to strip down until you're completely naked," he whispered against her ear. "Then I'm going to tie you up so you're completely powerless and subject to my every whim." "Mmm, sounds good so far," she murmured. "Then I'm going to insert a plug to prepare you for me. After that I'm going to spank that sweet ass of yours until it's rosy with my marks." She shivered uncontrollably, her mind exploding with the images he evoked. She let out a small whimper as he sucked the lobe of her ear into his mouth. God, she could cum with just his words. She was already aching with need. Her nipples tingled and hardened to painful points. Her clit pulsed and twitched between her legs until she clamped her thighs together to alleviate the burn. "And then I'm going to f**k your mouth. But I won't cum. Not yet. When I'm close, I'll flog you again until your ass is burning and you're on fire with the need for relief. And then I'm going to f**k that ass. I'm going to take you hard and rough, to the very limits of what you can withstand. I won't be gentle. Not tonight. I'm going to take you as roughly as you can stand. And then I'm going to cum all over your ass. Are you ready to be completely and utterly dominated?"
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."
6 years ago, Lydia suffered a brutal betrayal orchestrated by her own husband and step-sister, who drugged her and framed her. In a twist of fate, she ended up having a one-night stand with a stranger. Don't even remember what he looked like. Later, in the throes of death, she discovered the truth about her mother's death all those years ago. In the blink of an eye, she lost everything. 6 years later, Lydia returned with her genius son, vowing to exact revenge on all her enemies! Little did she know, she encountered an incredibly familiar man at the airport! *** The man was briskly pushing open the door to the restroom, heading to the urinal. Even with such a mundane action, he did it with unparalleled elegance and grace. Lydia, following him in a daze, saw his fierce lower body and suddenly snapped back to reality. She let out a high-pitched scream, instinctively covering her eyes with her hands, her cheeks flushed, and stood there stiffly, unsure of what to do. Lambert furrowed his brows slightly but remained calm as he continued to relieve himself. The sound of water hitting the urinal made Lydia's face even redder. She angrily shouted, "You pervert!" Little did Lydia know that Lambert, seeing her in this state, had a flicker of recognition in his eyes. Memories from many years ago flashed through his mind, and his heart couldn't help but stir. It was her!
Her fiance and her best friend worked together and set her up. She lost everything and died in the street. However, she was reborn. The moment she opened her eyes, her husband was trying to strangle her. Luckily, she survived that. She signed the divorce agreement without hesitation and was ready for her miserable life. To her surprise, her mother in this life left her a great deal of money. She turned the tables and avenged herself. Everything went well in her career and love when her ex-husband came to her.
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!"