I'll haunt your every step Lia." His whispers send shivers down her spine. He would stop at nothing to claim her. ~ No one cares about her, not even her father who pushed her into the devil's den with a smile on his face because he wanted an alliance. The Devil; She drugged him to get his signature on a divorce paper, and now they are done. Ophelia Laurent thought it was over, not until...he had her back in his dungeon, but this time not behind bars, but in front of him, on her knees in chains that drove her to dark pleasures. The devil would do all it takes to show her that he loves her, and wants to protect her, but not in a gentlemanly way. "I would own you without buying you red roses nor feeding you with empty promises...."
OPHELIA LAURENT'S POV
"I hate you and that's final." I began stepping backward. I wanted nothing more than to get away from this beautiful monster, but things never worked my way.
I stumbled back into a tray of hot coffee which sat carelessly on his desk, and before the cup of coffee could leave a burn on my skin, the monster had caught me by my wrist, changing our position and letting the hot liquid fall on his legs instead.
My eyes widened as he hovered over me, pinning me to the wall, his gaze on me cold and angry, but I still tried to play unconcerned and savage. "Getting splashed by the coffee would have been better than standing close to yo-" His hand gripped my throat tightly, and I gasped, swallowing the rest of my words.
"Let's see if you'd be able to talk with that mouth of yours when I go balls deep in your throat."
FIVE YEARS AGO
Tonight, I wouldn't hold back. I had been studying him for days since I first saw him on our dimly lit patio. I had yet to see his face, but I saw his broad shoulders, fine narrow waist in a crisp black shirt that hugged his body not too tightly but was enough to show the fine bulge of his muscles, and I knew it was him immediately, my husband. The man who had kept himself hidden from me from the beginning of our two fucked-up years of marriage.
A hysterical laugh graced my lips, remembering how the clouds had teared up on my behalf as I dressed in a white dress standing on the altar, shivering and lonely with everybody watching as I wore a ring on a dummy's hand, a lifeless replacement for the husband I did not know.
My father felt it was nothing. All my father wanted at that time was money and fame, knowing his daughter was getting married to a nameless yet super-rich being who had paid ten million dollars, given him fleets of cars, and three estates in Texas in replacement for keeping his daughter hostage in a luxurious old mansion.
When I call him "Anonymous," "The wealthy unknown," and "nameless," I mean it. On our marriage certificate, "Hus" was his first name, and "Band" was his last. "Hus Band." I could remember more tears blinding my eyes that day, knowing I had just gotten married to a narcissist, a sadist, and a bully who derived pleasure in mocking others.
He married me just to mock me. I had always thought about that, but my father, with his sweet tongue, had said my husband was a busy man, but the asshole of a father didn't know him. This shadow of a husband proved us wrong; the first time I saw his back on the patio, I felt a shudder run down my spine as I watched him wash his hands with the shower head the maids used to water the flowers.
That day, I watched him pause washing his hands for a while, and I quickly pulled the curtain closed to prevent him from turning back to catch me staring, even though I had the urge to see his face and ask him if he was really the one I married, keeping me hostage here for the past two years with guards blocking the large gate.
I came back to that window again, only to find out he had left, and my breathing stopped like my nostrils had been stuck with embalming nasal tubes. Even in the moon's subtle glow, I could see what was written on the wall with dark red paint: "Hey, Little One." My chest had risen like crazy because I had never seen that there before. My gut told me it was for me.
And that was not all. The next day after I saw him, I woke up with a scream, tears streaming down my eyes, as I watched fresh blood run down my collarbone right into my cleavage. I didn't get myself until dusk that day. "It wasn't my blood, I had no cut, then who the fuck owns it?"
I got my answers the night I found out my husband was a murderer, or maybe a body part broker or a cadaver trader. The blood on my cleavage that day-was he the one? Had he tried to kill me? My eyes went wide as I remembered covering my mouth to stop any word from coming out, even though I knew I couldn't make one sentence correctly without stuttering after two years of not talking to anyone.
I watched him carefully even with the way he backed me, his back filling the room, and I laid flat on the marble floor of the balcony of my room, watching him in the large living room this time. He opened a white box, and my stomach twisted as he held out a fucking severed head of a man still dripping with blood.
My heartbeat quickened remembering that day, and now I was lying on that particular spot of my balcony as I watched him sip from a glass of vodka I had poured for him, which he had no idea of because I had used a maid, my ally.
Just tonight, I would escape. I had everything planned out, and I would never share a life with a man like him, not even when his back could tell how sexy his face and front view would look, or his fine jet-black hair which was visible tonight because of the soft glow of the lanterns.
Anytime he was home the lights from the chandeliers and fancy bulbs would go off, leaving these spooky lanterns used for Halloween, maybe to not see him. But now, I wasn't interested in seeing him; I was interested in running away from him and getting the happiness I deserved.
I would be that free girl again, the girl these cruel people made me abandon in college-Ophelia Laurent, the brain and beauty every man would kill to be with.
After he was done, he left the living room, and I knew where he was headed, to the opposite wing where he stayed. The maid, my ally, had informed me about that. I brought out the divorce papers I hid in my chest part, and I gulped every damn second as I took the stairs.
Thank God I was in my ally's uniform with her cap on, which covered my red hair; it would be hard for his dogs to know what was happening.
In four minutes the sedative would start working, and I would get him to sign the divorce papers. I know it's illegal without his consent, but for a person who had paid the huge amount of money to keep me here, he wouldn't accept if I had asked him to. I was sure of that. The additional signatures and processing would be done by my friend who is an attorney.
I am someone you wouldn't pray showed up in your nightmares... I am no devil incarnate. I am the devil itself.I do not hunger for women, but just one became a reason for my starvation. I would exploit her meekness. I would make her beg to be mine.When I claim her, it won't be kind.It will be savage. Raw. She would fall on her knees, but it wouldn't be a reason to pray. When she parts her lips, not even a worship to the Moon Goddess would be heard, because those lips that bring me to sin would only call my name and worship my body.She was something forbidden. She was never meant to be mine. She is my father's new little wife. But I am ready to break the rules of the Bratva and the Nightshade Pack. I would spill my father's blood like paint on a canvas.
To stop herself from getting married to her cheating fiance Ava Colton decided to get into a scandal, not caring if she got tagged as a whore. He cheated, and she had every right to do the same. She intentionally got drunk in a club, got into a one-night stand with a stranger, and got footage of it playing on the day of her supposed wedding with her fiancé alongside his with her step-sister too. Getting what she wanted even after being tagged a Texas whore, things began falling apart for her family when her fiance's family withdrew from being business partners with her family. All hope was lost when her father refused to pay for her mother's medical bills again because of her being the reason for his downfall. With shame, she decided to go beg her ex-fiance, but what happens when salvation comes to her differently? "Be mine and no one would dare to go against you." He said his voice low and husky, sending shivers down her spine. Salvation with horns and darkness clouding it who turns out to be her ex's fiance, uncle, and also the man she had a one-night stand with.
"I...I don't want you." She stuttered, a slight shiver running down her spine, with his head buried in the hollow of her neck. "Can you prove that without getting wet?" It all started with a one-night stand and went on with a marriage of convenience. Trusting her fiance with her sister was the dumbest thing she would forever hate herself for, they backstabbed her making her look like the fool she was. Her plan to get herself not to marry her cheating fiance went futile, but just on their wedding day salvation with the horns of the devil came for her. Her fiance's uncle, Cruz Hayes, A devilish angel shrouded in mystery, had proposed a marriage of convenience, which she accepted. Her plan was never to get into an intimate relationship with him, but what happens when she can't refuse temptations and seduction, and letting herself succumb to it was the only option to keep her sanity in check?
“Life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you’re going to get.” –Forrest Gump. That quotes make perfect sense in some way, but not in the life of Allegra Fraser, who thinks she could predict her life so easily. Always in a head warmer is Allegra Fraser, a 19 years old, battling with chronic leukemia, a once bright kid with a bright future and a happy family became an hospital freak for 5 years, affecting her school life and social life. Her sickness had put her family in a tight red spot, after struggling to meet up to her everyday needs and bills, but nothing was enough untill her sickness got to the fourth stage with no treatment for it. Two months left to say bye to the world, she begged for freedom out of the hospital, when their was no hope left for her....and decided to fulfill her long desires, go to college. In a vulnerable state, she wrote an exam for medical organization who had visited her hospital, and was lucky to pass the exam. She earned a scholarship to one of the Top 5 richest college in San Fransico. But what happens when the medical team didn't make provision for an hostel for her, and she had no money for the cost of an hostel in the school, the cost alone was enough feed her family for a year. What to do? After asking for help outside the hostel, she finally gets a beautiful house for a cheap price which she had to share the first floor with someone, not far away from college. She paid for the room immediately, but what happens when she has to share the first floor with two rooms and a living room with a guy, the hottest guy in her college, not her normal type of gentle good boy, who cares a lady is living next to him, but a playboy and bad boy who doesn't know the meaning of privacy. The living room she was meant to share with him, became his brothel, where he changes women like clothing, and his bar decorating the living room with ash tray of his cigar and Alcohol bottles. Allegra thought she could live her sickly life in peace for the next two months, but what happens when she began putting Cruz Hayes in the fantasies she had been creating over the years? A dying girl and the secret son of a billionaire. But what if just one step gave a beautiful twist.
An orphan, who finds pleasure in singing, and had become one of the member of a famous music band in Texas, got betrayed by the people she trusted most, her band mate, who had acted like her family, but she later realized that that was just an act out up by them, to bring her to her doom. Because of plain selfishness and jealousy, her band member drugged her and sold her out as a thing of pleasure for a one night stand with a stranger, after seeing the good pay that came with it. Her kind, easy going and gentle nature was used against her. Her first was taking by a stranger, she knew nothing about. She promised to get her revenge, but she was brought to nothing but dust, after pictures of her in a one night stand was revealed to the world, all hopes lost. But surprisingly to her, the stranger who she had a one night stand with, promised to help get her revenge but on certain conditions which was hard to choose from.
"Ahh!" She was in a moaning mess. She did not want to feel anything for this man. She hated him. His hands began to move all over her body. She gasped when he pulled down the back chain of her dress. The chain stopped at her lower waist, so when he zipped it off, her upper back and waist were exposed. "D-Don't touch m-ummm!" His fingers rolled around her bare back, and she pressed her head against the pillow. His touches were giving her goosebumps all over her body. With a deep angry voice, he whispered in her ear, "I am going to make you forget his touches, kisses, and everything. Every time you touch another man, you will only think of me." - - - Ava Adler was a nerdy omega. People bullied her because they thought she was ugly and unattractive. But Ava secretly loved the bad boy, Ian Dawson. He was the future Alpha of the Mystic Shadow Pack. However, he doesn't give a damn about rules and laws, as he only likes to play around with girls. Ava was unaware of Ian's arrogance until her fate intertwined with his. He neglected her and hurt her deeply. What would happen when Ava turned out to be a beautiful girl who could win over any boy, and Ian looked back and regretted his decisions? What if she had a secret identity that she had yet to discover? What if the tables turned and Ian begged her not to leave him?
"Is it considered betrayal to develop feelings for your best friend's boyfriend? What about when fate intervenes, and he turns out to be your destined mate? You might think it's luck and thank the moon goddess for such a twist of fate. That's what I believed until the love of my life uttered those dreaded words: 'I want a divorce!' As I stared at the pregnancy test in my hands, I realized it was better to keep my secret to myself. My name is Violet, and this is my story."
Kaelyn devoted three years tending to her husband after a terrible accident. But once he was fully recovered, he cast her aside and brought his first love back from abroad. Devastated, Kaelyn decided on a divorce as people mocked her for being discarded. She went on to reinvent herself, becoming a highly sought-after doctor, a champion racer, and an internationally renowned architectural designer. Even then, the traitors sneered in disdain, believing Kaelyn would never find someone. But then the ex-husband’s uncle, a powerful warlord, returned with his army to ask for Kaelyn’s hand in marriage.
The day Raina gave birth should have been the happiest of her life. Instead, it became her worst nightmare. Moments after delivering their twins, Alexander shattered her heart-divorcing her and forcing her to sign away custody of their son, Liam. With nothing but betrayal and heartbreak to her name, Raina disappeared, raising their daughter, Ava, on her own.Years later, fate comes knocking when Liam falls gravely ill. Desperate to save his son, Alexander is forced to seek out the one person he once cast aside. Alexander finds himself face to face with the woman he underestimated, pleading for a second chance-not just for himself, but for their son. But Raina is no longer the same broken woman who once loved him.No longer the woman he left behind. She has carved out a new life-one built on strength, wealth, and a long-buried legacy she expected to uncover.Raina has spent years learning to live without him.The question is... Will she risk reopening old wounds to save the son she never got to love? or has Alexander lost her forever?
Natalie used to think she could melt Connor’s icy heart, but she was sorely mistaken. When at last she decided to leave, she discovered that she was pregnant. Even so, she chose to quietly leave his world, prompting Connor to mobilize all of his resources and expand his business to a global scale—all in a bid to find her. But there was no trace of Natalie. Connor slowly spiraled into madness, turning the city upside down and leaving chaos in his wake. Natalie finally surfaced years later, with wealth and power of her own, only to find herself entangled with Connor once again.
Rosalynn's marriage to Brian wasn't what she envisioned it to be. Her husband, Brian, barely came home. He avoided her like a plague. Worse still, he was always in the news for dating numerous celebrities. Rosalynn persevered until she couldn't take it anymore. She upped and left after filing for a divorce. Everything changed days later. Brian took interest in a designer that worked for his company anonymously. From her profile, he could tell that she was brilliant and dazzling. He pulled the stops to find out her true identity. Little did he know that he was going to receive the greatest shocker of his life. Brian bit his finger with regret when he recalled his past actions and the woman he foolishly let go.