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"Just sign the document” His voice is cold, sending shivers down my spine. I stare at the file which is in my hands and flip it open. The first words written in red bold letters on the document stare back at me, causing my head to spin. DIVORCE AGREEMENT. The words stare back at me. My gaze drops to the signature line.   And there is, staring deep into my soul  His signature and name. He has signed the goddamn papers. * * * * * * What happens when you walk in on your husband having sex with his ex on your birthday?? Cruel right? ----- Elena Carter loved her husband with all her heart, all her body, and with all her soul. She married him, and gave him everything a man can dream of. But what did she get in return? She got rewarded with a cold, heart ripping divorce after she walks in on him sleeping with his ex on her birthday. He is cruel. He is unfaithful. And he is now choosing his ex over her. A nightmare she never dreamed of. Unable to endure his bullshit any longer, she gives in to what he wants. She signed the divorce papers. Now, she is picking up the pieces of her life. She has vowed never to love any man again. Men are scum, and she will not be bitten twice. But what happens when Sebastian Vale, the sexy demigod of a billionaire CEO, shows up and turns into the man who begins to plague her mind? Will she open her heart once again? Or will she allow the hurt from her past keep her from mending her broken heart?

Sara Jane wants nothing more than to get away from her ex husband —Jason, after his treacherous break up and betrayal. She takes her boss's offer on a vacation and spends the next few months buried in work. But things begins to change as her boss announces that a new client would be expecting Sara's marketing expertise for almost a million dollars. Sara is ecstatic of the good news and decides to accept her new reality away from Jason. Until... She bumps into the stranger at the pool. What happens when you bump into your next big client in the most weirdest way possible? He is mean. He is cold. He is ruthless. He is the cold elder brother of her ex husband. Sara Jane might have wished a world away from Jason, but fate had decided to plunge her right at the center of that world. An age long siblings rivalry, a cold boss, a selfish ex husband. Sara is forced into a family drama and the worse person she has on her side is her cold ruthless client , Alex Ford. He is dangerous. He is unforgiving. He is the mean ruthless heir that owns more than half of the family's empire. But when it comes to Sara, he takes actions that leaves everyone scratching their heads. Sara swore that she would never like him, she would never get close to him... But when push comes to shove. She sees herself doing questionable things. __________________________ Author's Warning The story is rated eighteen and features explicit scenes such as nudity, morally complex character, sex, curse words, vulgar words, violence, stalking, cyber bullying and obsession. Readers discretion is advised.

"I, Sophia Evergreen of the Ironclad Pack, hereby officially reject Marcus Blackthorn of the Nightfall Pack, and from this moment forth, I am no longer your Luna." Those words were supposed to free her. Instead, they marked the beginning of her death. Poisoned by her husband’s new mate. Framed as a traitor. Killed then sent back in time with one day to change everything. As enemies plot, lies spread, and Marcus claws desperately at her life, Sophia must become the warrior Luna she was never allowed to be. But with two Alphas claiming her future one out of obsession, the other out of fate. Will her second chance lead to victory… or another betrayal?

Princess Arielle, that's what she's been called her whole life. She's brave, disciplined, upthight and beautiful. When a threat is made to her life, Princess Arielle becomes Marissa, a common maid to the very enemy who threatened her life. Prince Scott, the guy every girl wants. Fun-loving, Care-free, Impulsive. In other words Arielle's opposite. When Scott goes on a business trip to Revillon he finds himself enthralled with his maid who seems like more than he can handle. Trouble arises when Prince Scott falls in love with the very lady, he came to get help to destroy.

A business trip took an unexpected turn when our plane ran into disaster. While everyone else was penning their last words, I, an orphan with nothing to lose, decided to have a little fun with my miserly boss. “Boss, let’s keep this short—I like you.” “I really, really like you.” “Boss, this is a final goodbye.” Just when all hope seemed lost, the captain pulled off a miracle with his years of experience, saving us from the brink of catastrophe. By the time we landed safely, I was still in a daze until I saw my boss, eyes bloodshot, storming toward me, flanked by a wall of black-suited bodyguards.

“You don’t know the pit you’ve dug yourself in, Ms. Elena Lubov. Can you honestly tell me that if I slit your neck right now, you can still love me?” Michael asked as the knife on Elena’s neck began to cut slowly and draw a bit of blood. Their gazes never wavered. “I’ll cut my throat on your behalf, Michael, if it would make you believe in every word that I say” she said without fear, “I have nothing to lose.” she whispered. When the most powerful mafia boss finds out his past never existed, how can he keep his madness from destroying the future he created? When power and money is useless, what can the words of the dead do for those left behind? “You don’t know the pit you’ve dug yourself in, Ms. Elena Lubov. Can you honestly tell me that if I slit your neck right now, you can still love me?” Michael asked as the knife on Elena’s neck began to cut slowly and draw a bit of blood. Their gazes never wavered. “I’ll cut my throat on your behalf, Michael, if it would make you believe in every word that I say” she said without fear, “I have nothing to lose.” she whispered. When the most powerful mafia boss finds out his past never existed, how can he keep his madness from destroying the future he created? When power and money is useless, what can the words of the dead do for those left behind?

She is mine, now. Whether she wants it or not, she belongs to me. "Please... let her go. She is an orphan, have pity on her..." These words resonate in the room, a fragile plea against the unyielding will of a man. But Ariane is not a mere victim. She is a force of nature, a young woman with burning courage, who refuses to bend before anyone, not even before Auracio Ferrari. Auracio. That name makes every soul in the city shudder. A mafia boss, a man with a glacial gaze and undeniable power, whose mere presence commands silence and fear. Yet, in front of Ariane, he falters. She, with her disarming boldness, her eyes full of fire and defiance, does not tremble. She does not flee. She does not submit. She does not yield. No one has ever dared to resist Auracio Ferrari like she does. No one has ever destabilized him to the point of losing his composure and control. He wants her. Not out of simple desire, but from a burning obsession, a visceral need to possess what he cannot have. Ariane will become his. No matter the price to pay, no matter the pain, no matter the time. She belongs to him, body and soul, to him alone. He is ready to do anything for her. To destroy anyone who dares to lay eyes on her, to crush any threat, to break any attempt at escape. "I will kill anyone who shows interest in her." These words are a cruel warning, a promise of blood and fire. Because Ariane is no longer a mere woman. She has become his empire, his weakness and his strength, his hell and ... The fight for her freedom is just beginning..but one thing is certain: she is his, now.

What could possibly go wrong when Maria is assigned as the personal doctor to the heir of a billionaire clan who just woke up from thirteen months in a coma? Probably unintended sparks and complicated intimacies. The saying that 'opposites attract' can't be more true between these two contradicting beings. *** He frowned down at her, moving towards the bed again, and sealed her lips with a palm. "Stop smiling like that," he said, in a deep rumble, brown eyes darkening with a different emotion she couldn't put into words. Her brows creased slightly before pulling his hand away and then chuckled lightly at his strange set of words. "Why? Is it not funny?" She asked with amusement, looking back at him with her grin getting wider. A groan softly broke through his lips, and his frame lowering towards her brought her chortle to an abrupt end, making her freeze in place when his face was a mere inch from hers. Her breath hitched for a second as she gazed into those dark eyes that could melt her in just one look, the softest of whispers breaking free from him, his fingers gently tracing over her jaw. "Because if you continue..." he paused, taking his time to finish his thought as his thumb ran up along her cheek. "... I am going to kiss you." Her eyelids stretched open at his words, gasping silently, feeling the heat rise to her cheeks. "Mr. Stanley..." And before she could complete words she wasn't even sure of saying next, he captured her mouth with a passionate kiss that stole her breath away, all sound from her vanishing in that instant. ***

CASTELLO DI CARTE MAFIA CHRONICLES, BOOK 2 [Also known as POSSESSION: THE GAME OF CLUBS] 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄 What is worse than being forced to marry a man you’ve never even met? Drinking with a man who’s off-limits and sleeping with him to prove a point. After one drunken mistake, I swore to never entertain him again. But the next time we met, things did not go as expected. He was the enemy, one I should've known better than to involve myself with, but I couldn’t resist his unbreakable allure. was not the only reason. It was the way he softly whispered sweet words into my ears and the way he held me. It was the intensity with which he looked at me and made me feel desired. There was one tiny problem. His marriage was in four months. To the woman who called me her friend. 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐎 They say there’s pleasure in tasting the things you cannot have. Forbidden has its own mind when deep-rooted inside someone. I never knew the depth of these words until I saw her. She was the brightest pink rose in a sea full of white ones. She was covered in thorns, a boundary only I dared to cross because I had nothing to lose. Only, she wasn’t mine, nor I, hers. Every moment we spent together reminded us of the reality meant for us. Some sacrifices are made for the greater good, but what good comes from leaving behind the one thing you never had and have finally found? She surrendered herself to me. Until the end of our agreement. So what if one of us wanted more in the end? What if the one was me?

In my previous life, I, Ruth Spencer, fell seriously ill. Because of that, I managed to stop my husband, Zayne Colman, from going on a business trip to the country border. He immediately canceled his flight, pulled me into his arms, and gently comforted me. Over the phone, he gave instructions to my younger sister, Reagan Spencer. "The project comes first. You go in my place." But no one could have known that the so-called business partner was actually a ruthless scam syndicate. Reagan had her organs harvested and was tortured to death. I was devastated. Zayne held my frail body in his arms and hoarsely promised that even though Reagan was gone, he would still love me twice as much. And he kept his promise. For ten years, he never let me suffer at all. In fact, he spoiled me rotten. This went on until the day I gave birth. The pain nearly knocked me unconscious, but Zayne put his hand over the call button to prevent me from summoning help. The words he spoke were laced with malice. "If you hadn't gotten sick at such a convenient time back then, Reagan wouldn't have gone alone! I could have saved her. "It's your fault she's dead! She must feel so lonely down there. You and this bastard child can go keep her company!" That was when I finally realized that our love were nothing but a lie. When I open my eyes again, I am back on the day he is about to leave for that trip to the border. This time, I release them to the path leading to freedom, or, in other words, to hell.