The story of a rich CEO who fell hard with his contract wife and now she is the only way to get to him
'I want her..." I muttered under my breath, trying to control myself from exploding-grabbing her, drawing her into my arms, and covering her small lips with the whole of mine.
"Damn," I swore even harder as I watched Cassandra Thomas flip her long, dark hair over her shoulder and gather it into a ponytail. Her slender fingers moved so effortlessly, yet all I could focus on was how incredibly beautiful she was.
She was driving me insane.
"Brian Frost! Get a grip. She's just your employee," I scolded myself, shaking off the thoughts as I strode past the cubicles of the Research and Development department.
I reached my office and collapsed into my chair, but my mind refused to leave Cassandra Thomas and the thoughts of her filled my head-her smile, the way she bit her lip in concentration, the way her laughter rang through the air like music.
A small smile crept to the corner of my lips before the voice of my secretary, Jones, interrupted my thoughts.
"Sir, your grandmother is on her way up."
My body went rigid. "What?"
A shiver ran down my spine. Bridget Frost was not just any grandmother-she was the Bridget Frost, the fierce, legendary woman who built the Frost Group from the ground up. What had once been a small, family-run diner turned, under her rule, into a global empire spanning food processing, production, and countless Michelin-starred restaurants.After she lost my grandfather to the cold hands of death, she invested her whole being and existence into the diner, which is now the wide and popular Frost Group.
In the business world, my grandmother was a force to reckon with and she was popularly called Fiery Frost because she was a fierce and worthy opponent that you do not want to cross.
And if she was coming here unannounced, I already knew why.
Marriage!!!!!!!!!!!
She had been hounding me about it ever since I turned twenty-four earlier this year, and I had a feeling today would be no different.
"According to the news, she's already in the building," Jones added, as if trying to brace me for her impact.
"Geez, not today, Fiery Frost," I muttered under my breath.
"Tell her I'm in a meeting," I instructed, grabbing my jacket and preparing to make a quick escape. But before I could take a step, the very air in the room seemed to shift.
I looked up, and there she was.
Bridget Frost stood in the doorway, regal as ever in a fitted black dress, pearls resting against her throat, her signature hairstyle perfectly styled.
"Damn," I swore again, but this time under my breath.
"Hello, to my babyboo" My grandmother's sweet, yet fierce voice came booming out putting smiles across my face
"My favorite granny" I replied going into her arms to receive the sweetest hug ever.
"How's work going?" she asked
"Fair enough" I replied, wondering where this unnecessary sweetness was leading to.
"Of course, it has to be fair since that's all you spend your time and energy on" she said, the sweet smile on her face not shaking at all.
I wonder how she does it.
I smiled and looked into her deep ocean blue eyes, this woman mesmerizes me day and night and my respect for her is immeasurable.
"Maybe when I find someome like you, I will get married" I replied smiling sweetly back at her.
"Brian Frost!!!!" Bridget Frost narrowed her sharp blue eyes at me, her smile unwavering but her gaze filled with that calculating look she always had when she was about to drop a bombshell.
"Brian Frost," she repeated, folding her arms. "Do you think I don't know your tricks? Flattery won't save you today."
I sighed, sinking into my chair. "Granny, please, can we not do this now?"
She gracefully took a seat across from me, crossing her legs with elegance. "Oh, but we must, darling. You see, I have grown tired of waiting for you to come to your senses."
I frowned. "What does that mean?"
She reached into her expensive designer handbag and pulled out a neatly sealed envelope, sliding it across my desk.
"What's this?" I asked, eyeing it warily.
"Profiles," she said simply.
"Profiles?" I echoed.
"Yes," she said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "Of eligible women. Smart, beautiful, and from good families. You know, the kind of woman a Frost should marry."
I let out a short laugh, rubbing my temples. "You're matchmaking me?"
She raised a perfectly arched brow. "You say that as if it's a bad thing. If you refuse to find a woman for yourself, then I'll do it for you."
I groaned, leaning back in my chair. "Granny, come on, I-"
"No arguments." She cut me off, raising her right hand. "I'll give you one month to go through those profiles and select someone. If you don't, I will choose for you."
I stared at her in disbelief. "You can't be serious."
She stood up and patted my cheek affectionately. "Oh, my dear boy, I have never been more serious."
And just like that, she adjusted her dress, as if trying to keep her elegance in place. She turned on her heels and walked out, leaving me speechless.
One month?
My eyes flickered to the envelope on my desk, but instead of opening it, my mind went back to Cassandra Thomas-the way her hair shimmered under the office lights, the way her lips curved when she was lost in thought.
Damn it.
There was no way I was letting my grandmother pick a wife for me. And there was no way I was getting married to just any wan out there.
But is one month not to short to find a wife????????
A lady who came back to claim her inheritance fell in love with her enemy
For as long as Emily can remember, she has wanted to overcome her shyness and explore her sexuality. Still, everything changes when she receives an invitation to visit one of the town's most prestigious BDSM clubs, DESIRE'S DEN. On the day she chose to peruse the club, she noticed three men, all dressed in suits, standing on the upper level, near the railing. Despite her limited vision, she persisted in fixating on them. Their towering statues belied the toned bodies concealed by their sharply tailored suits-or so she could tell. The hair of two of them was short and dark, and the third had light brown-possibly blond-hair that reached the shoulders. The dark, crimson background incised their figures, exuding an air of mystery and strength. They stood in stark contrast to the unfiltered, primal energy that pulsed through the club. Shocked by the desires these men aroused in her, she was disappointed to learn that they were masters seeking a slave to divide and conquer. She couldn't afford the fee, and she also realized that they were outside her league. Emily hurriedly left the club, feeling disappointed and depressed, unaware that she had also caught the group's attention. A world of wicked pleasure, three handsome men. Over the years, they have lived a life of decadence, their lavish lair serving as a stage for their most sinister desires. But despite the unending parade of willing subjects, one woman sticks out. A mysterious stranger with white porcelain skin and a killer body, a slave, a name with no address, the first lady to attract their eye and they will go to any length to obtain her no matter the consequences.
There was only one man in Raegan's heart, and it was Mitchel. In the second year of her marriage to him, she got pregnant. Raegan's joy knew no bounds. But before she could break the news to her husband, he served her divorce papers because he wanted to marry his first love. After an accident, Raegan lay in the pool of her own blood and called out to Mitchel for help. Unfortunately, he left with his first love in his arms. Raegan escaped death by the whiskers. Afterward, she decided to get her life back on track. Her name was everywhere years later. Mitchel became very uncomfortable. For some reason, he began to miss her. His heart ached when he saw her all smiles with another man. He crashed her wedding and fell to his knees while she was at the altar. With bloodshot eyes, he queried, "I thought you said your love for me is unbreakable? How come you are getting married to someone else? Come back to me!"
Kara Martin was known as Miss Perfect. She was a beauty with good personality and successful career. Unfortunately, her life changed at one night. She was accused of adultery, losing her job, and abandoned by her fiance. The arrogant man who slept with her did not want to take responsibility. He even threatened to kill her if they met again. What's worse, Kara was pregnant with twins and she chose to give birth to them. Four and a half years later, Kara returned to work at a large company. As the secretary, she would frequently face their notorious CEO. Kara thought it wouldn't be a problem, but as it turned out ... the CEO was the father of the twins!
Melanie married Ashton out of gratitude, but she quickly found herself entangled in a web of relentless challenges. Despite these struggles, she stayed true to her commitment to the marriage. In the hospital room, Ashton indifferently attempted to draw her blood, disregarding her discomfort. This callous act was a harsh revelation for Melanie, awakening her to the grim reality of their relationship. Resolved to prioritize her own welfare, she decided to sever ties. With newfound resolve, Melanie filed for divorce. In the process, she unveiled her concealed identities, leaving everyone in shock. Throughout these turbulent times, Melanie realized that Derek, Ashton’s uncle, had been discreetly protecting her all along.
Elodie took a deep breath and knocked, the sound echoing in the quiet corridor. A moment of silence passed, broken only by the pounding of her heart. Finally, the door snicked open, revealing a surprised Dashiell. 'Can't you see the Do Not Disturb sign? We don't want-' His initial frown quickly morphed into confusion at the sight of his wife. 'What are you doing here?' he demanded. 'Your girlfriend invited me,' Elodie replied, her voice laced with icy calm. She tried to peer past him, but his broad frame blocked the view. A saccharine voice chimed in from within the room. 'Elodie? Oh dear, we didn't mean for you to find out this way. It's just that-' Elodie cut her short. 'Oh please, Selene. Spare me the fake apologies. You wouldn't have sent me all those texts if you didn't want me to know.' Dashiell shifted uncomfortably, his face a mask of annoyance. 'What texts?' Elodie stepped past him, taking in the luxurious suite with a sardonic smile. The king-sized bed, the scattered rose petals, the lingering scent of sex – it all painted a vivid picture of their betrayal. She looked up at Dashiell, her gaze unwavering. 'I want a divorce.' ****** Dashiell lived a life of luxury, surrounded by the best things money could buy. But when a car accident left him vulnerable, he met Elodie, a seemingly ordinary woman who nursed him back to health. Mistaking her for just another employee, Dashiell entered into a loveless marriage with her solely for convenience. However, fate had a different script in store. Elodie, the 'ordinary nurse,' held a secret more precious than any diamond: she was the sole heiress to Northstar, a vast and powerful enterprise. Unaware of her true identity, Dashiell cast her aside when his ex-girlfriend returned, leaving Elodie humiliated. But Elodie was not one to be easily broken. She shed the facade of the meek nurse, reclaiming her rightful inheritance and stepping into the role of Northstar's CEO. Now, the woman Dashiell discarded was the one holding the reins of power. As Elodie thrives in her new role, Dashiell is consumed by regret. He finally sees Elodie for the extraordinary woman she truly is, realising the depth of his mistake. But will his remorse be enough to win back the heart he so carelessly discarded?
"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."