Alpha Mikhail

Liana stood torn, hidden amidst a whirlwind of conflicting emotions surging within her. Her body trembled under Aiden's sensual touch, every cell in her igniting. He approached her with confident steps, his piercing gaze tracing the quiver of her lips and the blush blooming on her cheeks. In a low, gravelly whisper, he murmured, "Does my brother make you feel this way? Does he awaken this fire in you?" Liana hummed, unable to form a coherent word. She was fully aware of the sin lurking in her response, yet she couldn't resist those hands that seemed to summon the deepest parts of her. "Aiden... we shouldn't... we mustn't!" she whispered, her trembling hands pressing against his chest, caught in the balance between desire and fear. A glint sparked in his eyes, as though savoring her struggle to resist, only to surrender. He drew closer until his warm breath brushed her skin. Her fingers curled around his shirt, holding him in place, unwilling to let him retreat. He chuckled softly and murmured, "You're greedy, my beautiful one. This passion... doesn't it make you crave more?" Words lodged in her throat, and all she could do was let her head rest against his shoulder, drowning in the euphoria of the moment. He leaned in, brushing his lips against her neck before pressing a searing kiss to her skin. Then, with a deliberate yet gentle bite, he marked her, as if declaring her his. But just as passion reached its peak, an angry voice shattered the silence of the room. "Aiden! Step away from her!" Aaron's voice, laden with fury and protectiveness, sliced through the intimacy like a blade. Aiden turned slowly, a smug smile curling on his lips. In a defiant tone, he murmured, "She's my mate too, you know."

Suddenly, she stopped at a news channel. The anchor was speaking seriously about breaking news. "Max Holden, the millionaire and well-known businessman..." Before she could finish the sentence, Max's image appeared on the screen. Amelia froze in place, her eyes widening in disbelieving shock. "Max...?" she whispered, her heart pounding fiercely. She stared at the image more closely, and as the details became clearer, the shock intensified. "Charles..." she uttered the name with trembling lips. She couldn't control her trembling hands, and she almost dropped the pillow from her grasp. Charles, the man she had loved so deeply, was none other than Max Holden, the groom she had fled from on their wedding day. He was the man she had believed she knew well, but he had deceived her with a different guise.

Three years ago, the Moore family opposed Charles Moore's choice to marry his beloved woman and selected Scarlett Riley as his bride. Charles didn't love her. In fact, he hated her. Not long after they got married, Scarlett received an offer from her dream university and jumped on it. Three years later, Charles's beloved woman fell terribly ill. In order to fulfill her last wish, he called Scarlett back and presented her with a divorce agreement. Scarlett was deeply hurt by Charles's abrupt decision, but she chose to let him go and agreed to sign the divorce papers. However, Charles seemed to delay the process deliberately, leaving Scarlett confused and frustrated. Now, Scarlett was trapped between the consequences of Charles's indecision. Would she be able to break free from him? Would Charles eventually come to his senses and face his true feelings?

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.”

To the public, Arabella was Owen's trusty secretary who catered to all his needs and served as the primary blood donor of his beloved, who was in a coma. Behind closed doors, she was Owen's submissive wife. Arabella was quiet and obedient, and she endured every humiliation without a word of protest. Rumored to be a neat freak, Owen had tossed the last woman who had dared to kiss him into the river. Yet he pinned Arabella against the wall and demanded, "Give me a child, and I’ll let you go!" Arabella pushed him away and flashed him a cold smile. "You are not worthy!"

"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.

As far as everyone was concerned, William had married Renee under duress. Now that his one true love was back—and with child—they couldn’t wait for him to abandon Renee. Surprisingly, Renee was candid about the situation. "To be honest, I’m the one asking for a divorce every single day. I want it even more than any of you!" But they brushed off her remark as a paltry attempt to save face. Until William made a declaration himself. "Divorce is out of the question. Anyone who spreads false rumors shall face legal consequences!" Renee was at a loss. What was this crazy man up to now?

To the public, she was the CEO's executive secretary. Behind closed doors, she was the wife he never officially acknowledged. Jenessa was elated when she learned that she was pregnant. But that joy was replaced with dread as her husband, Ryan, showered his affections on his first love. With a heavy heart, she chose to set him free and leave. When they met again, Ryan's attention was caught by Jenessa's protruding belly. "Whose child are you carrying?!" he demanded. But she only scoffed. "It's none of your business, my dear ex-husband!"