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Anya's life takes a turn when she finds her boyfriend Misha in bed with her cousin Katya during her grandfather's birthday party. Devastated, she ends up in a bar where she meets a mysterious man and spends the night with him. What she doesn't know is that the stranger is Alexei Petrov, the same man her grandfather has arranged for her to marry in order to unite two of Moscow's biggest fortunes. When Alexei recognises her on her wedding day, he believes it's all a plan to trap him. Furious, he vows to make their marriage a living hell. What begins as a power struggle between the two becomes complicated when the attraction between them grows, despite their hatred and mistrust. But just when Anya thinks they might have a chance, she finds Alexei with his lover in a cabin during their anniversary celebration. The lover, in a fit of cruelty, pushes Anya down the stairs. Viktor, Alexei's best friend, finds her badly injured and decides to help her. He is the only one who knows the truth and becomes her protector while she fights to survive and protect what she carries in her womb from a world where everyone seems to be against her. Anya will realize that not everything is what it seems. In a world of passion and betrayal, she discovers how far love can go before it becomes a dark obsession.
The elegant Ivanov mansion was decorated with festive lights. It was Anya's grandfather Vladimir's 70th birthday and the whole family had gathered to celebrate.
Anya stood in front of the mirror, admiring her elegant dress. She had chosen a beautiful red design that highlighted her curves. That night was special for two reasons: celebrating her grandfather's birthday, and because she hoped that during the party, Misha, her boyfriend, would finally propose to her, after years of dating.
"You look beautiful, dear. Misha is a lucky man." Her aunt said, approaching her.
"Thank you, aunt. I feel like tonight will be magical." Anya smiled radiantly.
Soon after, they went down to the hall where the party was being held. Family and friends were laughing, dancing and toasting Grandpa. Anya looked for Misha in the crowd. She was anxious to be by his side.
"Hey, have you seen Misha?" "Because I haven't seen him, you took too long to come down, dear, maybe he got tired of waiting for you and went to find more interesting company." Her cousin Katya's best friend approached her, dripping with venom.
Anya glared at her, Katya and her friends had always been jealous of her relationship with Misha.
"Shut your mouth, you damn viper, Misha loves me."
The girl let out a mocking giggle, and walked away waddling, Anya felt uneasy, where was Misha? Determined to find him she headed towards the stairs, making her way through the guests.
She went up to the second floor and walked down the hall, checking each room, then she heard suspicious noises coming from the main bathroom, with her heart racing she slammed the door open.
What she saw left her paralyzed, Misha and Katya her cousin were having a wild sex against the sink, Katya moaned and panted without shame.
"Damn bastards!" She screamed as her eyes filled with tears, rage and pain from the betrayal.
Hearing her, Misha and Katya quickly separated, trying to cover themselves with the towels.
"Anya, my love, I can explain." Misha stammered.
But Anya didn't listen to him, shock turned to fury, she approached Misha and slapped him several times.
"Son of a bitch! How could you do this to me, and with my own cousin! You are a bastard."
Katya smiled satisfied, she hated her cousin.
"Accept it, dear cousin, you were never enough to satisfy Misha, he always came to look for in me what you didn't want to give him, you see, that's what happens to you for being so saintly.
Anya lunged at Katya, grabbing her by the hair and clawing at her face.
"You bloody treacherous bitch! I always knew you were a poisonous viper!"
Misha tried to separate them, but Anya kneed him in the crotch, causing him to double over in pain.
"To hell with you both! I hope you both rot in the deepest depths of hell!"
After saying those words, Anya ran out of the bathroom, her face stained by smeared makeup, and down the stairs before the curious gaze of the guests.
Without looking at anyone, Anya left the mansion, without giving an explanation of what had happened; the guests had not heard the screams due to the loud music, and they were all speculating about the reason why she had left.
Anya got into her car while crying, her fairy tale had turned into a nightmare, she urgently needed to drown her sorrows in alcohol.
She went to a bar on the other side of the city, she didn't want to meet anyone she knew, the atmosphere of the bar was dark, full of smoke, it seemed perfect to get lost and forget, she sat down in front of the bar, and made a sign to the bartender.
"A double vodka, and bring me another as soon as it's gone."
The bartender, who was a somewhat older man, stared at her.
"Wow, it looks like someone had a bad night." Anya let out a bitter laugh.
"You have no idea."
"Well, here's your medicine, the first one's on the house, it seems you need it." The bartender poured her the glass of vodka.
"Thank you." Anya took that glass and drank it until it was empty, feeling the alcohol burn her throat.
"Wow, that's really knowing how to drink." A deep male voice came from behind her, drawing her attention.
Anya turned around and found herself staring into a pair of green eyes staring at her intensely. The man was tall, with dark hair and perfect features. He was wearing a tailored suit that accentuated his muscles. He had an imposing personality and great magnetism, which made Anya shudder.
"Are you spying on a lady in distress?" Anya asked, raising an eyebrow.
The man smiled sideways, a mischievous and seductive gesture.
"Well, I couldn't help but notice a beautiful woman drinking as if she wanted to forget even her name."
"Maybe that's exactly what I want, to forget everything." Anya shrugged.
He sat down next to her, motioning to the bartender.
"Bring another round for the lady, and a whiskey for me. And what is that terrible thing that you want to forget, if I may ask?" He asked turning to Anya.
Anya watched him for a moment, normally she wouldn't talk to strangers, but there was something about that man that attracted her like a magnet, maybe because he was attractive, or the alcohol, or simply his desire for revenge and the need to feel something other than pain.
"Well let's just say that I just found out that my boyfriend and my cousin are the worst unfaithful scumbags." She said bitterly.
"Ouch! That must hurt." The man grimaced.
"Like hell, but you know what? Fuck them, tonight I just want to have fun and send everything to hell."
The man smiled seductively again and a mischievous glint appeared in his eyes.
"That's the attitude, I know I'm a stranger, but if you want to vent or just have a good time, I'm available."
Anya considered it, part of her knew it was crazy, but another part of her, the hurt and furious part, longed for some comfort, and excitement in her life.
"Okay, mysterious sir, I accept your offer, but on one condition, no names, tonight we are two strangers in a bar."
He shook her hand, and Anya felt a tremendous electric shock at his touch.
"Deal, beautiful stranger."
The next few hours were spent between drinks, laughter and a conversation increasingly loaded with innuendo.
Anya felt captivated by the personality, wit and charisma of that stranger, he made her feel wanted, excited, alive.
Somewhere between the vodka and the subtle touches, their mouths melted in a passionate kiss, they devoured each other without caring that they were in a public place.
"Let's go to my hotel, I want to make you forget even your name." He whispered against her ear.
Anya nodded, unable to resist the man's attractiveness.
They got into a taxi, still kissing and caressing each other, they arrived at the luxurious hotel, and between laughs and kisses, they headed towards the elevator, as soon as the doors closed, pushing her against the wall, trapping her wrists above her head.
"You are beautiful, a dream come true, I can't wait to have you in my bed." He growled as he nibbled on her neck.
Anya moaned, grinding herself against him.
"Then don't make me wait, handsome stranger."
They arrived at the room, as soon as they entered they began to take off their clothes, they fell on the bed, their naked bodies intertwined, giving free rein to pleasure and desire.
"Oh God!" Anya gasped as he sank into her, a lacerating pain invaded her for a moment, after that she felt invaded by intense sensations.
He began to move at a frenetic pace, Anya lost herself in the sensations, being taken by this attractive mysterious man made her feel alive.
They gave themselves to each other with passion, lost in a world where only the two of them existed, momentarily forgetting everything, reaching ecstasy together.
Afterwards, exhausted and satiated, they fell asleep, one in the other's arms, without even knowing their names.
In the morning, Anya woke up startled, the memories of the previous night made her feel guilty and ashamed, what had she done? She had given herself to a perfect stranger, and all in a fit of spite and madness.
She stealthily got out of bed, picked up her clothes that had been scattered on the floor of the room, and dressed quickly, while watching the man who was sleeping peacefully, hoping that he would not wake up.
The man was quite attractive, a part of her wanted to stay, but the shame she felt for her behavior was stronger, that had been a mistake, a night of weakness that she had to forget, so she left the room without looking back.
When Alexei woke up a few hours later, he found an empty place next to him, the scent of the beautiful woman was still impregnated in the sheets, he searched the room, the bathroom, without finding her, she had not left a farewell note, nothing.
He went to take a shower, but while he was showering he remembered the grimace of pain on the girl's face during their passionate encounter, he left quickly wrapping himself in a towel to check the bed. He found what he expected, the sheets were stained.
"She was a virgin." Alexei murmured, feeling confused, bewildered.
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"I've warned you from the beginning. Don't marry him, but you won't listen." Darcy stood close to me and smiled with concern. "You're not a woman worthy of a man as handsome, rich, smart, and virile as Blaze." My whole body trembled at her words. "Have you no shame?" I asked. "Take a good look at yourself, Heather." She stared at me in the mirror. "You can't even glance at your ugly face. Do you think Blaze can endure a lifetime of gazing at that scar?" Heather Bailey got a surprise from her husband: a divorce agreement. After a year of marriage and facing ups and downs, she couldn't believe Blaze intended to divorce her. She was devastated when she saw him gazing lovingly at another woman. After signing the divorce papers, shockwaves caught her up. Her flower shop was burned to the ground. Her father's company collapsed, and her parents blamed her. She struggled to rebuild her life from the ground up and became more successful than ever. Having many customers from influential families, she started her revenge on Blaze. She won the very thing he wanted, but that was just the beginning.
"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."
Joelle thought she could change Adrian's heart after three years of marriage, but she realized too late that it already belonged to another woman. "Give me a baby, and I'll set you free." The day Joelle went into labor, Adrian was traveling with his mistress on his private jet. "I don't care whom you love. My debt is paid. From now on, we have nothing to do with each other." Not long after Joelle left, Adrian found himself begging on his knees. "Please come back to me."