The Five Powerhouses Who Match The Unwilling Bride

That's how people are born in our world, heartless. One needs to destroy his own heart in order to rule! “You really have a heart of stone!” Andrew Parker, the powerful and dangerous throne holder of Parker’s married a woman whom he saw just once. Having a nature of hell, he was never seen smiling. Diana Fernandez was his self arranged bride and there was no going back. How do you think this marriage will treat the both? We live in a world where the word love is foreign, darling!

Clarissa suddenly woke up with a start. Her head hurt… she was crying over what happened to her. She slowly got up, picked up her scattered clothes, and got dressed. She glanced at the man who was the first to take her virginity and quickly left before he could wake up. "I’m not a virgin anymore! Huhuhu… I’m really so stupid!... What’s worse is that I don’t even know the man!" She remembered begging the man to claim her last night… she felt like banging her head against the wall. She wasn’t raped, but she lost her virginity—she gave it away willingly to a man she didn’t know! She was drugged last night! What kind of drug did the man put in her drink?… why did it make her so horny… huhuhu… so embarrassing! She was even the one insisting with the man!

The next day, I woke to the sound of an angry voice filling the room. My heart sank as I struggled awake. With my sleepy eyes, I see him pacing the room, muttering under his breath. He was all dressed up and by the look of his expression, he wasn’t in a calm state. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” he growled, slamming something against the wall. I sat up, panicked. “What’s wrong?” I questioned but he said no words to me. Walking towards him, just as I was about to touch him, he turned to me, his eyes blazing with fury. “You used me,” he spat. “What?” He pointed to my neck, where the faint scare of the mating mark of I and Sabastiam still showed. “You have a mate. You’re married, and you didn’t think to mention that before dragging me into this?” What? “Do you have any idea what you’ve done? I don’t get involved with mated wolves.” “I’ll pay you,” I blurted out, “Whatever you want… mention any amount.” I grabbed my purse and brought out my black card, stretching my hands towards him. “Here. Take this.” I said. “You think this is about money?” “Stop being dramatic. Have this card. Just forget about everything. This card will go a long way.” “Here.” I added. Coldly, he stepped closer, glaring directly at my eyes as shivers ran down my spine. He took another step forward and I took another backwards, his eyes still locked in mine. It happened twice. Reaching an inch from me, his cold husky voice broke the silence. “This isn’t about money.” With that, he stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

Emily Stone never had a choice. When her family’s empire begins to crumble, her father forces her into a marriage with the last man she would ever choose, Caden Kingston. Arrogant. Cold. Untouchable. A man known for scandals, women, and power. Their marriage is nothing more than a business deal. No love. No feelings. No expectations. But living under the same roof with a man like Caden is anything but simple. He’s controlling. Infuriating. Impossible to ignore. And the more they clash, the more dangerous the tension between them becomes. Secrets begin to surface. Enemies lurk in the shadows. The line between hate and desire slowly begins to blur. What happens when a forced marriage turns into something, neither of them expected?

In one night, Nova's life took a drastic change when she found out that she was to become a substitute bride to the infamous Lycan King, known only for his ruthlessness and coldness. Nova is determined to be with the man she loves and not the Lycan King. But the Lycan King, Prescott does not let go of whatever is his and he is unwilling to let go of Nova too. She has to become his, willingly or not.

When Sylvia Reed postponed our wedding for the fifth time, I found a pregnancy test report in her bag and decided to force the issue. Then I saw a trending local post. A woman rolled up her sleeves, baking cookies. Beside her, a man bent down to tease a child. One look was enough. I recognized the scar on her wrist. It was in the exact same spot as the one Sylvia got years ago when she took a knife for me. The scarf draped over the man's shoulders was one I'd custom-made for Sylvia. Our initials were stitched into it. The sight burned. I thought about how Sylvia had been glued to her phone lately, and how I'd heard a baby crying through it. Ten minutes ago, she'd sent me a voice message. "Luke, something urgent came up at the company. I can't make it back to try on the suit with you. Maybe we should postpone the wedding again? Next year. We'll definitely do it next year." But I'd already waited seven years for this wedding. I took off my groom's suit and cut it to pieces. Then I wiped my eyes, pulled out my phone, and dialed a number I hadn't called in seven years. "I'm short a bride for my wedding. Interested?"