99 Days In Months

They say tough situations don't last, but tough people do. They are bloody liars, whoever said that. My tough situation didn't make me stronger. It pushed me into the arms of Elias Thorne. CEO of Blackwood Holdings. One of the richest men in the country. And, apparently, my fake husband. I'm just a contract wife. A transaction. He needs me to secure his standing in the company. He hates me and I don't care. I need his money, his influence, his resources, anything to save my mother's and sister's life. Forty-five days. Then I walk away. That was the deal. No love or feelings. Just business. But a penthouse is smaller than it looks. And forced proximity has a way of cracking open doors you swore you locked up. He has his own wounds. His own ghosts. And sometimes, when he looks at me, I swear he's not seeing a contract at all. Forty-five days. Either we walk away untouched. Or we burn.

Eight months into my pregnancy, my husband finally makes time from his police duties to go to a prenatal checkup with me for the first time. The moment we step into the hospital, his satellite-encrypted phone buzzes urgently. The caller ID flashes briefly, and just like that, the man who's always calm and collected panics. "Honey, it's a red alert. Another international fugitive just crossed the border. I… I'm sorry…" He's clearly anxious, yet his tone is firm, leaving no room for argument. After apologizing, he rushes off. As I watch his SUV speed out of sight, my fist clenches tightly, crumpling the prenatal checkup sheet. I flag down a cab, slide into the car, and swiftly instruct the driver, "Follow that car. Don't lose it." A Red Notice for a fugitive? What a joke. My father, who works at the National Security Agency, barely catches wind of a notice like that. Yet, somehow, a mere police chief who only assists with cases is suddenly tasked with catching a high-priority criminal. Fine, then. I can't wait to meet the superior who's given him such an urgent assignment.

"I object to this marriage!" These words shattered Kaitlyn Peterson and threw her into an abyss that she couldn't escape from. To save her late father's reputation and business, Kaitlyn grants her stepmother her greatest heart desire to leave the man she loves for the ruthless Mafia Lord. Pledged to be his bride for 365 days, Kaitlyn seeks revenge on everyone who tore her apart from the man she is destined to spend the rest of her life with, and that includes her stepmother, stepsister, and of course, the Mafia Lord. But the question is; Will she survive him for 365 days? Will she be able to tame the ruthless king of the underworld? Can she destroy him and go back to the man she loves?

Emma couldn't say she loved Luxstay in this life. And Luxstay in this life loves Emma with all her life. A marriage took place in name, Cupid's arrow shot accidentally hit two hearts that were beating intensely, creating a memorable emotional scene. It turned out that she was just a tool for him to take revenge from the start, it turned out that he didn't really love her in the first place. When she learned the truth of the past, Luxstay was in despair again. The last time of her life was meant for Luxstay to calm down, but at the last minute she was in danger because she took a bullet for Emma. When the warm rays of early spring landed on earth, Emma's nominal wife of two years left him. Five years after the death of his late wife, Emma lives as if half of her soul has been stripped. At his most desperate moment, when darkness engulfed his mind, he met her - a girl who looked exactly like Luxstay. “Five hundred million, become my secretary.”

I've been in love for six years, but my wedding has been called off 99 times by the man who claims to love me most, the mafia boss, Daniel Reed. The first time is on a private island off the coast of Sorellia. He promises me a secret wedding. But an hour before the ceremony, he gets a call saying that his new assistant, Emily Jennings, has been taken by a rival family. Without a word, he leaves me behind and sails off into the night. The second time, we're standing at the altar, exchanging vows. His underboss then leans in and whispers, "Emily's in trouble." Daniel tears off his boutonniere and walks out without looking back. Emily has been kidnapped again—this time, near the border district. He leads an armed raid that very night while I'm left behind, becoming the laughingstock in the mafia's VIP lounges. No matter when I schedule the wedding, Emily always ends up in danger. And Daniel always runs to her without hesitation. Eventually, I realize I will never win against the reckless Gen Z assistant who constantly drags him into chaos. After the 99th cancellation, I decide to break up with him and disappear from Valemont. I move out overnight, erase every trace of myself, leaving nothing behind. But I never expect him to go completely mad. He shuts down the ports, searches every villa, and unleashes his entire family's intelligence network just to find me. His eyes burn red like a wild animal on the edge of collapse. "Elara," he growls, "just give me one more chance."

“You are mine Bella, you have always been.” Ian said to me binding my hands tight behind my back. His hard breath beat my skin. Even a cold Alpha like him has his wild side. I gasped for freedom from his grip. I am his and he is mine. Our heavy heartbeats created a beautiful rhythm together. “You love me. You love only me.” He whispered to my ears. *** After a life threatening accident in the woods, Bella meets the cold and seemingly heartless Alpha of the silver city pack – Ian, who saves her life by transferring his life-force bead into her. Bella has to live in the pack and pretend to be Ian’s mate for a hundred days while she healed.

"What if she doesn't want me?" "You're made for each other. If she doesn't want you, then you'll convince her otherwise. Show her a side of you that no one gets to see, a side that I wouldn't even believe exists if I hadn't seen you with your mother." I swallow. "You're good, Logan. Don't let yourself miss out on the best thing you're going to have." *** When Ariana Flores said those words to Logan Smith, the son of the alpha and her bully, she didn't expect to be talking about herself. How could Logan be her mate? The moon goddess must be playing a very sick game with her. So she took matters into her own hands and rejected Logan as her mate. But Logan wouldn't give up without a fight, He used her very words against her and proposed that they make it work. Will 3 months be enough to convince Ariana that Logan is a changed man and he's willing to do anything for his mate?

This is a diary of dark, depraved thoughts. Turn the page if you dare. *** *** She’s a secret erotic artist. Behind closed doors, she sketches the same man over and over again—filthy, dangerous, and forbidden. Then she sells the drawings to the black market to pay for her mother’s medical bills and her sister’s college tuition. It should be simple. Except the man in those drawings isn’t a stranger. He’s Dominic—her father’s best friend. Every sinful stroke of her brush chips away at her innocence and poisons her love life. Every relationship she tries to build ends the same way—ruined by a man who doesn’t even know she’s obsessed with him. Until the night everything goes wrong. She wants to stop, wants a fairytale love life, but she owes her anonymous collectors one more portrait. Determined to make one final drawing of her darkest fantasy, she locks herself in her studio… only for Dominic to walk in and see the explicit portraits displayed across her walls. Her secret should destroy her. Instead, Dominic makes her a far more dangerous deal. For 365 days, she’ll work for him as his obedient secretary—and in return, he’ll keep her scandalous secret buried. But the closer she gets to the man she’s spent years drawing in the dark, the harder it becomes to remember one thing: Some fantasies should never come to life.

El día de mi boda, mi hermana menor regresó al país de improviso. Mis papás, mi hermano y mi prometido me dejaron sola y se fueron al aeropuerto a recibirla. Mientras ella subía a sus redes una foto grupal, presumiendo que todo mundo la adoraba, yo marqué una y otra vez: me colgaron todas las llamadas. El único que contestó fue mi prometido: —No hagas un drama; la boda se puede volver a celebrar. Ese día me convirtieron en el hazmerreír de la boda que tanto había esperado. La gente señalaba, se burlaba, y yo tragué en seco. Respiré hondo, arreglé todo yo sola y, en mi diario, escribí un número nuevo: 99. Era la decepción número noventa y nueve. Entendí que no iba a seguir esperando su amor. Completé la solicitud para estudiar en el extranjero y empaqué mi maleta. Todos creyeron que, por fin, me había calmado. No sabían que ya me iba.

"Limits, Charli. I'm going to f**k you like you've never been f**ked. Tell me now if I've crossed that limit. Tell me now if you don't want this." Words didn't form; instead, I pushed my ass backwards until it brushed against his erection. Sometime during his speech he'd freed it from the confines of his slacks. "Last chance, Charli." "Please." My word was barely audible. He tugged my hair again. "What did you say?" "Please, Nox. I want you. Take me." He didn't need to be sure I was ready. The evidence glistened under the awful fluorescent lights. The sound of the condom package tearing was soon replaced by my whimper as he plunged... *** One Week. No Last Names. No Regrets. Alexandria "Charli" Collins is done playing the perfect Southern heiress. At an exclusive California resort, she meets Nox Demetri—a billionaire as enigmatic as he is irresistible. When he boldly claims her as his "wife" to ward off an unwanted admirer, their explosive chemistry ignites a no-strings affair that quickly spirals beyond either of their control. But Nox is hiding dangerous secrets, and Charli's past won't stay buried. As their week of passion draws to a close, reality comes crashing in. Can a temporary escape survive the real world—or will the truth destroy them both?