Lacy Jules is a money hungry, cash eating gold digger. In her terms? She's an opportunist. When she meets an enigmatic billionaire at a club on one of her many man hunts, she thinks she's struck gold. Vincent Black knows what he wants and how to make her comply. They make a simple agreement; Lacy would play the part of his wife and be paid handsomely every month. All she needed to do was act. No strings attached. It seemed like a pretty good deal- after all she did that on a daily basis. What she didn't sign up for is finding out that this strange man is a lycan. An existence she had only thought existed in stories. Against her will, she's dragged into the ups and downs of a life she did not bargain for. And when a mate bond that should not exist between human and wolf begins to form, things turn for the worse. Grace didn't think any money would solve her case now.
Lacy's POV
It's another night to hunt for a man- a very rich man.
The music vibrates through the club, a steady rhythm of deep sounds that thrum against my skin.
Multicolored lights dance about, distorting my vision.
I wobble a little on my heels, shine some teeth at a bartender.
The white heels on my feet were a lucky find at a clearance sale and my golden anklet glints with each step I take- stumble, rather.
My hair falls in soft waves around my shoulders, framing my face just right.
I know I look good, and in a place like this, looking good is everything especially if you're looking to snag someone.
Except...I'm a little nervous. I'm never nervous and it's weird.
I mean I did this for a living: captivated men for a quick buck.
It's never hard.
I weave through the crowd, careful not to brush against anyone.
The last thing I need is some drunk thinking my presence is an invitation.
The bar is my first stop; a shiny, glossy counter with rows of expensive liquor lined up and the handsome, tattooed bartender I smiled at.
I slide onto a stool, and sigh, remembering my mother's harsh words earlier today.
"You're useless. Just like your father. No, worse. You spread your legs to survive, and you think that makes you better than me?"
I kept my back turned to her, focusing on my reflection in the tiny, cracked mirror as I applied my eyeliner. My hands were steady, even as my chest tightened.
She didn't stop. She never did. "You walk around like you're someone, but you're nothing. Nothing. Just like him."
I swallowed hard, blinking rapidly to keep the tears from smudging my mascara. Her words shouldn't hurt anymore, but they always found a way to burrow under my skin.
"You are a whore; you're the reason I'm stuck on this bed as a sickling; you're also the reason your father died. You are bad luck."
Mother had been left frail after my birth and eventually got bedridden. Father had overworked himself to pay her medical bills before dying off.
Now I'm playing the role of a golddigger with no high school certificate just to keep food on the table.
Her words always sting no matter how many times I try to ignore them.
I had turned to mother, ignoring her curses and leaned down to kiss her forehead.
Her skin was cold, her body frail against the pillows. Her eyes, though, were still full of hatred as she turned away from me in disgust.
I walked out anyway, my eyes brimming with tears.
Now, sitting at the bar, I take a deep breath, shaking off the memories. This is my world now.
Not that house. Not the suffocating walls closing in on me.
I observe my surroundings, searching for a prince to root me out of my misery.
All I see are couples grinding against each other, men in faux-expensive suits whispering into the ears of women who pretend to be captivated- laughter that never quite reaches the eyes.
The usual.
My gaze lands on a man stepping inside. Broad shoulders, an average suit, and shoes that try to look expensive but aren't.
Middle-class, I decide.
Not worth my time.
Some would call me a gold digger. They wouldn't be wrong.
I prefer to call myself an opportunist, though.
I see an opportunity, and I take it. The opportunity is for rich and stupid men who just want a pretty woman on their hands.
That's survival.
A quick scan of the room tells me there's no one here worth my effort.
My stomach churns with frustration as I massage my temples, willing the coming headache away.
It has been a bad week. If I walk out of here empty-handed, rent is going to be another one of my problems.
Adding to the issues with mother's new, expensive medical care.
I push myself off my stool, ready to try my luck elsewhere when my eyes land on him.
A gentle man in the farthest corner of the club.
He's away from the flashing lights and the wandering eyes.
The darkness clings to him like a second skin, but they do nothing to dull his presence.
He has a dark, brooding energy that makes him impossible to ignore.
I stop breathing for a second.
Everything about him screams money.
Not just rich...wealthy.
The kind of wealth that doesn't need to be flaunted because it's simply understood.
The way he sits relaxed yet powerful, tells me he's used to people coming to him, not the other way around.
And he's gorgeous- drop dead angelic.
His features are sharp, almost too perfect; as if days were spent crafting him. His dark hair blends into the shadows, and he rests against the seater- muscles straining against his tailored suit.
My luck has finally turned.
I straighten, adjusting the tiny straps of my dress before running a hand through my golden hair.
A fresh coat of lip gloss, a push of my boobs up high.
I'n set.
I saunter over, swaying my hips to the side with each step I take. The club fades around me. He's the only thing in my focus now.
Time to play my favourite game, preying on men.
My nerves instantly leave me; I can't fail this time.
Finally reaching his table, I tap my long red-blood nails against the polished surface, offering him my best flirtatious smile, the one that has never failed to garner attention.
His eyes lift to meet mine and as he notices me, a frown settles in on his handsome features before arching a perfectly shaped brow.
I point to the seat beside him, tilting my head slightly and pouting my lips. "Is this seat taken?"
The silence stretches between us.
Then, slowly, a smirk tugs at the corner of his lips.
"Depends," he says, his voice deep and smooth. It sends a shiver down my spine. "Are you looking for a place to sit, or something else?"
Those eyes of his twinkle; sending foreign fire down my spine.
I bite back a smile. Now this was going to be a very fun game to play.
My father kicked me again and again. "No son of mine would've been so completely useless. All you have brought us is shame and embarrassment. Enough. I've arranged your marriage with the Lycan King. He'll come for you tomorrow and I'll finally be rid of you" "W-what? The Beast Lycan?" I stuttered, my fathers words hit me like a block of ice. "Precisely. He could kill you like his other wives for all I care. Good riddance" My father looked at me one last time, his eyes filled with disgusted contempt before he walked out of the house. ~~~ Iris is hated on by her pack and her father. She gets rejected by her mate and her father arranges her marriage to the Lycan king. The Lycan king has a terrible reputation for killing his brides. Now sucked into his world, Iris is determined to survive and win him over. And things get more complicated when her mate wants her back. Stuck between two men and an origin she knows nothing about, what decision will she make?
"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.
Bailey seems to be never destined to fit in, a little geeky, but under it all, a hidden beauty that so many seem to miss, but still not what her pack Alpha is looking for in a fated mate... so he is determined to reject her and make her life hell. Bailey, knowing her life will likely never be the same focuses on what she can control, her future, and heads off to study; becoming a teacher. Asher is the Beta of Autumn Valley Pack, a neighbouring pack. A broken man having suffered the loss of his mate after a rogue attack, Asher is slowly crumbling. Falling to pieces. A shadow of his former self, and not a man that anyone wants to be around anymore... Until, Autumn Valley Pack require a new teacher, and Bailey finds herself there and pushed together with the Beta. Is there a connection building or is that in their imaginations? And what will happen when Bailey's mate comes back to claim what is his?
Charlee was left at the altar and became a laughingstock. She tried to keep her head high, but ultimately lost it when she received a sex tape of her fiance and her half-sister. Devastated, she ended up spending a wild night with a hot stranger. It was supposed to be one-time thing, but he kept popping up, helping her with projects and revenge, all while flirting with her constantly. Charlee soon realized that it was nice having him around, until her ex suddenly appeared at her door, begging for another chance. Her tycoon lover asked, “Who will you choose? Think carefully before you answer.”
She thought she was the love of his life, and he became the love of her life that fateful day she had seen him at the pack's party. Selene Grace was only a replica of Alpha Leo's real mate, and when he spotted her, Leo immediately claimed her as his Luna in order to suppress the rumors of him being mateless. Being unable to conceive turns Selene's marriage into a nightmare, and as if that wasn't enough, Alpha Leo finally reunites with his long time lover and mate, rejecting a pregnant Selene as a result. 5 years later, Selene, a now successful doctor, receives an invitation to the moon shadow pack in order to rid the pack of a deadly disease which has struck it. Will Selene return back to the pack which had caused her so much pain, and what would she do when she realizes that she is mated to the Alpha who had betrayed her in the past?
Linsey was stood up by her groom to run off with another woman. Furious, she grabbed a random stranger and declared, "Let's get married!" She had acted on impulse, realizing too late that her new husband was the notorious rascal, Collin. The public laughed at her, and even her runaway ex offered to reconcile. But Linsey scoffed at him. "My husband and I are very much in love!" Everyone thought she was delusional. Then Collin was revealed to be the richest man in the world. In front of everyone, he got down on one knee and held up a stunning diamond ring. "I look forward to our forever, honey."
On her wedding day, Khloe’s sister connived with her groom, framing her for a crime she didn’t commit. She was sentenced to three years in prison, where she endured much suffering. When Khloe was finally released, her evil sister used their mother to coerce Khloe into an indecent liaison with an elderly man. As fate would have it, Khloe crossed paths with Henrik, the dashing yet ruthless mobster who sought to alter the course of her life. Despite Henrik’s cold exterior, he cherished Khloe like no other. He helped her take retribution from her tormentors and kept her from being bullied again.