Ivory felt the cold air press against her face as she stormed through the door, her heart pounding in her chest. The deal was done. She had been forced into this. The years of rivalry between her family and Darius Quartz's had culminated in an arrangement neither of them had ever wanted. Yet here she was, bound by a long-remembered promise between two bitter enemies, the ink barely dry on the marriage contract that would seal her fate. Heartbroken, angry, and confused, she had said yes to the first thing she heard. She should have stopped, she knew. Should have taken a moment to think it through, but what choice had she really had? Darius Quartz had been a name she had known only in passing, a man whose cold demeanor had haunted her thoughts even before their forced union. Now, she was his wife. She had hoped for something resembling happiness, something that might give her a glimpse of peace, but what she found was an endless cycle of solitude. The house felt too big, the silence too overwhelming. The routine she had followed for the last six months, with her husband absent and uncommunicative, had become a cage. Darius, always distant, had left for his training shortly after their marriage, leaving her to carry on alone. But now, he was back. Ivory had hoped that with his return, things might change. Perhaps he would take notice of her, of their marriage, and perhaps there would be some semblance of warmth between them. Instead, nothing had shifted. He had returned, silent as ever, his cold eyes offering her little more than a fleeting glance before he immersed himself in his work. They were strangers, trapped in a contract neither of them had wanted but both were bound to. Then, just as she had begun to resign herself to her lonely fate, he arrived-the one man she never thought she'd see again. Her ex. The one who had broken her heart. The one whose betrayal still stung. His presence in her life now, with all the unresolved emotions he brought with him, threatened everything. Was she really going to allow him back into her life after all this time? Marriage. Love. Both seemed like distant dreams now, at least to Ivory. At twenty, she had been forced into this union, and in the years since, she had been adrift, unsure of where her life was heading. Would Darius ever change? Would they ever find any real connection? Or was she doomed to live out her days in this suffocating, quiet misery? And now, with her ex back in the picture, things were about to get much more complicated.
Six Months Ago
« What are you talking about? » I whispered, feeling embarrassed as I excused myself and hurried down Collins Street in the city, trying not to bump into all the businesspeople at this hour. Did they have to look so grumpy and terrifying?
« I swear it was him, Iv, just check it out, » whispered Rose, clutching my arm like a lifeline. I scoffed. Where did she even hear that from? James and I had been together for nearly four years now, and now she tells me she thinks he's been cheating on me the whole time. The whole four years without me knowing?
Definitely not.
That was just absurd, I tell you!
« Look, Rose, you have the wrong person. Why would James cheat on me? We've been together for four years in a week's time. If he wanted to, then he would have dumped me ages ago! » I snapped, frustration bubbling up in my chest.
Rose sighed, her breath visible in the cold air as we walked swiftly toward the tram stop. Her grip on my arm tightened as we dodged people. It was cold and wet, the kind of chill that sank deep into your bones. We raced to the tram and boarded it just as the last few stragglers were getting on. The tram doors shut with a hiss, and we found seats in the corner.
It was a half-hour journey to our homes, thankfully a fair bit away from the city, so we could escape all the noise and pollution that came with living too close to the madness. The world outside seemed so far away as I gazed out the window, my mind still reeling from Rose's words. Cheating? On me?
I couldn't even entertain the thought. But the doubt gnawed at me, just the tiniest sliver of uncertainty. Was I being blind to something?
« Cause you're beautiful, rich, and whoever marries you gets not only all your money but also fame and popularity! » she snapped, her voice rising in irritation. I let out a heavy sigh and sank back into the seat, staring at the darkening streets outside the window. Rose was always blunt, and her words were always cutting. I didn't believe her, I didn't want to.
If this was anyone else, I would have slapped them as soon as I heard such a thing. But this was Rose-my best friend, my childhood companion. We'd seen each other through so much, the good and the bad. I had been the one to tell her about her hopeless crush that she refused to admit was a lost cause, and though she hated me for it at the time, when she found out the truth, she came around and realized how love could blind you. I'd been there for her through her darkest moments, and she'd done the same for me.
We were family, and family didn't lie to each other... Right?
I closed my eyes and sighed again, trying to shake off the unease. I wanted to believe in James, in us. This feeling-this was love, wasn't it?
« Fine, » I muttered reluctantly, my fingers gripping my phone. I took it out and sent James a quick text.
Where are you?
xx Ivy
Rose stared at me, waiting. I could feel her eyes burning into the side of my head. Her legs were bouncing nervously, a habit she had when she was on edge. She looked over my shoulder as if she was expecting James's reply to come through immediately. The tension was thick in the air, and I couldn't help but feel like she was waiting for the confirmation she needed to prove her point.
My phone vibrated, and I pulled it back into my hand, glancing at the screen. The corners of my lips lifted slightly.
At work. See you tonight, love.
I knew it. I knew James wouldn't do something like this.
Ivy-he never called me anything else, always Ivy. We had a shorthand that only we understood. The way he said "love" was enough to melt me every time, the kind of warmth that came with years of being with someone who cared.
Rose snatched the phone from my hand before I could even react, her fingers swiping across the screen with rapid fury. She muttered something under her breath, and I could feel her frustration rising. My heart sank as she glanced up at me, her eyes narrowing in disbelief.
« See, I t- » she started, but then she cut herself off as she grabbed my arm with surprising force, pulling me up from my seat. I barely had time to register what was happening before she was yanking me toward the tram door.
« What are you doing? » I gasped, struggling to keep my balance as I was dragged toward the exit.
She didn't answer, her eyes focused on something outside. The tram had just reached a stop near the area we lived, but something in her expression told me that this wasn't where we were getting off.
I felt my stomach tighten as the door opened, and I tried to pull back, but she was stronger than I anticipated.
« Rose, what the hell? Where are we going? » I demanded, but she ignored me, her pace quickening.
We were almost out of the tram when she muttered something under her breath again, and I finally pulled free from her grip. The cold air hit my skin as I stepped off the tram, eyes scanning the street.
My heart skipped a beat when I saw where we were.
This wasn't the stop for home.
This was near James's place.
"Rose! What the hell are you doing?" I snapped, my breath coming in quick bursts, panic bubbling in my chest. I knew this neighborhood well-this was James's area. His house wasn't anything compared to the massive mansions that lined the street, but it was cozy, a small house his grandparents had left him when they passed. He always said it reminded him of them, and that was why he loved it.
Rose didn't even look at me as she pulled me along the sidewalk, her grip tighter now, her face set in an expression I couldn't read.
« You're going to see for yourself, » she said, her voice grim and determined.
I froze, my palms suddenly slick with sweat. I hadn't been to James's place in a few days-not since our argument about his late nights at work. I hadn't thought anything of it at the time. Now, the doubt that Rose had planted was worming its way into my thoughts, twisting them, making my legs shake.
« What are you going to do, Rose? » I whispered, feeling a little defeated.
But she was already stepping onto the lawn, her eyes scanning the front porch as if expecting something-or someone.
I wanted to turn around, to run, to go home and forget this whole thing had ever happened, but I couldn't. My feet were rooted to the spot, caught between the unspoken trust I had in James and the fear that Rose's words were true.
Rose knocked, hard, on the front door, her hand raised in a fist again as if she were preparing to pound the door down.
My heart raced. What was she thinking? What was I thinking? Was I ready to face whatever was waiting for me on the other side?
The door creaked open, and the figure standing there made my stomach flip.
"James?" I whispered, barely able to find my voice.
The man standing before me wasn't James.
And the look in his eyes told me everything I needed to know.
Princess A'Nae Smith was no stranger to chaos. Born and raised in Kinji, a ghetto and dangerous neighborhood where sirens were more common than lullabies, she learned early on how to survive. Tough, sharp-tongued, and never one to back down, Princess carried herself like royalty, even if the world around her tried to strip that crown away. High school was no different-it was just a battlefield with lockers. But this wasn't just any school. It was run by none other than Mafia King, 5. Ruthless, feared, and respected. His name alone could shut people up mid-sentence. And his son? Oh, he was a whole different problem. He was the definition of popularity: cocky smile, expensive shoes, and girls who followed him like he was made of gold. But Princess wasn't impressed. She didn't care about his last name, his status, or that smug look he always wore when their paths crossed. But what happens when Princess finds out he's been watching her more than she thought? That behind all that swagger, Mafia King 5's son had a secret-he was crushing hard. On her. Things in Kinji were about to get real messy.
Morgan Mayor had always known that her 17th birthday would mark a pivotal moment in her life. In the werewolf world, that was the age when your first shift happened, and with it, the discovery of your mate-the one person in the world who was meant for you. It was a tradition, a rite of passage, one that every wolf looked forward to. But nothing could have prepared Morgan for the overwhelming flood of emotions that came with it. The moment she shifted, the world around her seemed to slow down, her senses heightened as the bond between her and her mate pulsed through her, drawing her toward him. When their eyes met, she felt it, the instant recognition-the pull that drew her toward him like gravity. But instead of the warmth and comfort she had expected, the coldness in his eyes sent a shock through her body. "I don't want you," he had said, his voice flat, detached. The words hit her like a physical blow, and her heart shattered. He was supposed to be the one who made her feel whole, but instead, he rejected her without a second thought. Morgan's world crumbled in that moment. The weight of his rejection was unbearable, but there was something else, something even more devastating. A small, growing life inside her-an undeniable reminder of the bond between them. She was carrying the Alpha's daughter, and yet, she was alone. The Alpha's blood ran through her veins, but she had no claim on his heart. As she stood there, a deep ache filled her chest, and her wolf mourned, howling for the love that would never be. Everything she had hoped for, everything she had dreamed of, had been torn away in an instant.
Rae East had always cast herself off as a girl not worthy of a Mate. Her past was filled with self-doubt, and the weight of broken dreams had shaped her view of the future as nothing more than a bleak, hopeless stretch of time. She never thought she would meet someone who would make her believe otherwise, certainly not an Alpha-someone like the man her fate had so cruelly paired her with. When she first discovered that she was mated to an Alpha, it didn't feel like a blessing. The revelation left her numb, more of a curse than anything else. She didn't expect anything from the bond. She had no hope of ever truly being seen by him, much less loved. And yet, when he brought her to his pack, it was clear that she didn't belong. She wasn't a part of his world, nor did she think she would ever be. The Alpha barely acknowledged her, leaving her adrift and forgotten in a world that felt increasingly foreign. There was no purpose for her here, no place where she fit. Rae sank further into herself, each day passing like the last-empty, silent, and full of pain. Her mind was a storm of conflicting emotions: the bond that tugged at her heart, the ache of longing, and the cold, relentless truth that the Alpha, the one who was supposed to complete her, showed no interest in doing so. Every night, she curled up in her bed, trying to block out the pull, but it was always there, a presence she couldn't escape. Confusion swirled around her like a thick fog. Rae tried to find meaning in the pack's activities, in the faces of the others who seemed to have their own lives, but nothing felt real. The taste of the bond was intoxicating-so much that it became impossible to ignore, and harder still to move away from. She couldn't stop wanting him, even though it seemed that the Alpha would never feel the same. She wondered if she was destined to be a ghost in his life forever, a shadow clinging to something that would never be hers. And yet, despite it all, Rae could not let go. She couldn't walk away from the Alpha, not when he held her heart so firmly in his grasp. But how could she fight for a future with someone who didn't want her?
Lara had always known there was something extraordinary about the night of the party. The instant she locked eyes with him, the pull was undeniable-his scent, the way he made her pulse race. She had never felt anything like it before. But the heat of the moment led to something she wasn't prepared for-a steamy night with her mate, followed by an unexpected rejection the next day. The cold words he spoke haunted her, leaving her heart shattered. But as time passed, life moved on. Or so she thought. A month later, her world shifted. The discovery that she was pregnant left her reeling. The shock of it all made her decide to keep it a secret, fearing the consequences. It wasn't until four years later, when their paths crossed again, that she realized just how much had changed. Fate was a strange thing, and sometimes, it had a way of throwing you into unexpected moments. Lara had no idea that the secrets she'd been carrying for years would soon come crashing into her reality-forcing her to face not just her past, but the future she never saw coming. Vous avez dit : Traduit en français ChatGPT a dit : Chapitre 09 : Des chemins imprévisibles Lara avait toujours su qu'il y avait quelque chose d'extraordinaire dans cette nuit de fête. Dès qu'elle croisa son regard, l'attirance fut indéniable-son parfum, la façon dont son cœur s'emballait. Elle n'avait jamais ressenti cela auparavant. Mais la chaleur de l'instant les mena à quelque chose pour lequel elle n'était pas prête-une nuit torride avec son âme sœur, suivie par un rejet inattendu le lendemain. Les mots froids qu'il avait prononcés la hantaient, laissant son cœur brisé. Mais au fil du temps, la vie continua. Du moins, c'est ce qu'elle pensait. Un mois plus tard, son monde bascula. La découverte de sa grossesse la laissa abasourdie. Le choc de cette nouvelle la poussa à garder le secret, redoutant les conséquences. Ce n'est que quatre ans plus tard, lorsqu'ils se croisèrent à nouveau, qu'elle comprit à quel point les choses avaient changé. Le destin était une chose étrange, et parfois, il avait une façon bien à lui de vous projeter dans des moments inattendus. Lara n'avait aucune idée que les secrets qu'elle avait gardés pendant des années allaient bientôt s'écraser dans sa réalité-la forçant à affronter non seulement son passé, mais aussi un avenir qu'elle n'avait jamais imaginé.
Recently single, Jayden McCartney would have preferred to skip his sister's wedding. Not because he didn't love her-he did-but because he knew exactly what was waiting for him: a flood of pitying looks, thinly veiled comments about his single status... and worse, his grandmother's desperate attempts to set him up with someone "nice." A family tradition he dreaded almost as much as dinner with his ex. The problem? Jayden was in no state to date anyone new. Not after catching his ex in someone else's arms. The very idea of a relationship made his skin crawl. So, he did what any rational man would do in his situation: he hired someone. Alexandra. Alex, the shy geek from high school, now a woman as brilliant as she was irresistible. She was supposed to play the part of the perfect girlfriend, just for the weekend. Nothing more. At least, that's what he thought... Because watching her smile, feeling her slip her hand into his so naturally-it hit him. He had a new problem: he was falling for her. And what Jayden wants, Jayden gets.
When Nolan met Danielle, he wasn't expecting anything. Truly nothing. To him, it was just another night, one more moment in a perfectly organized life, dictated by a meticulously crafted five-year plan. He had everything mapped out: his studies, his internship, his first job, then marriage to a proper girl chosen from his narrow circle of acquaintances. But that night, everything changed. Because she was there. Danielle. Sultry. Sexy. Tattooed. She was everything Nolan was not. She burned with an intensity he had never known. While he calculated every step, she rushed in headfirst, guided by instinct. Nolan was a virgin, discreet, reserved. She was a sex goddess, a free spirit, confident, untamed. He was terrified of needles. She laughed at that, her arms adorned with tattoos that told stories he couldn't even imagine. Coming from a wealthy background, Nolan lived according to the strict expectations of his parents, following a carefully written script. He never strayed from the path laid out for him. Danielle, too, came from an affluent family, but she had rejected everything that came with it. The social events, the obligations, the appearances. She had cut ties with her overbearing, overly perfect mother. Danielle wanted to live without limits, without attachments, without rules. That was before she met Nolan. This shy, cute, awkward boy... He intrigued her. He made her laugh. He threw her off balance. Danielle, used to easy and predictable flings, couldn't understand why this boy-so different-captivated her so much. He changed the way she saw the world, the way she saw love. But will she... change his?
"I stood at the edge of my heart and watched him choose her. In the end, I was not the one he needed. I was simply the one he settled for." - Noelle ~~~~~~~ I thought I was the one he loved. But a few days before our wedding, I saw him in a way I never had before. His eyes softened as he spoke to her. His first love, and the very woman who had left him in pieces. Heartbreak was something I knew too well. And as I watched the love he still held for her in his eyes, I realized what I had to do. I couldn't marry a man who wasn't truly mine. With no means to cancel the wedding and lacking the courage to confront him, I made a desperate choice to leave. I painfully gave his first love my treasured engagement ring thinking it was for the best and the only way to free myself. But when he saw that ring on her finger, the fragile world I had tried to escape began to shatter. His obsession to find me and bring me back ignited a dangerous game of cat and mouse.
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.
On the day of their wedding anniversary, Joshua's mistress drugged Alicia, and she ended up in a stranger's bed. In one night, Alicia lost her innocence, while Joshua's mistress carried his child in her womb. Heartbroken and humiliated, Alicia demanded a divorce, but Joshua saw it as yet another tantrum. When they finally parted ways, she went on to become a renowned artist, sought out and admired by everyone. Consumed by regret, Joshua darkened her doorstep in hopes of reconciliation, only to find her in the arms of a powerful tycoon. "Say hello to your sister-in-law."
"There will be no falling in love, we will only act as a loving couple when we are in public, we will share a room to make it believable, but no intimacy, touching is off-limits. We'll only have sex once a month, and that's solely to produce an heir. You won't interfere in my business, and I won't interfere in yours. You will be my wife in every sense and you will not be involved with any other man," he said, arrogance seeping from every word. I watch his mouth move, I'm not ready to fall in love with any man, especially not one as arrogant and egoistic as him. I can handle acting as a loving couple, and as for intimacy once a month. I can agree to that just to satisfy my sexual cravings with no strings attached. "Where can I sign?" I asked since I had nothing to lose. *** Nadine's wedding dreams turned to nightmares when she caught her sister and fiancé cheating! With a secret recording, she's ready for revenge. But then mysterious billionaire Logan West offers a deal: A Contract Marriage to take down her ex's empire. But what Nadine doesn't know is her life is getting complicated as she takes her chance to get revenge or risks everything for a chance at love?"
"I'm going to tell you what I have in mind," he murmured. "First you're going to strip down until you're completely naked," he whispered against her ear. "Then I'm going to tie you up so you're completely powerless and subject to my every whim." "Mmm, sounds good so far," she murmured. "Then I'm going to insert a plug to prepare you for me. After that I'm going to spank that sweet ass of yours until it's rosy with my marks." She shivered uncontrollably, her mind exploding with the images he evoked. She let out a small whimper as he sucked the lobe of her ear into his mouth. God, she could cum with just his words. She was already aching with need. Her nipples tingled and hardened to painful points. Her clit pulsed and twitched between her legs until she clamped her thighs together to alleviate the burn. "And then I'm going to f**k your mouth. But I won't cum. Not yet. When I'm close, I'll flog you again until your ass is burning and you're on fire with the need for relief. And then I'm going to f**k that ass. I'm going to take you hard and rough, to the very limits of what you can withstand. I won't be gentle. Not tonight. I'm going to take you as roughly as you can stand. And then I'm going to cum all over your ass. Are you ready to be completely and utterly dominated?"
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.