Adrian Pucey

Three years ago they got married with love in their hearts and promises on their lips. They were the perfect couple until everything slowly withered away. Aurora would have never imagined that her once loving husband, Adrian, would hand her divorce papers with no reason and walk away without a second thought. Eventually, she had to move on. Three years later, she is wiser, and free. But then Adrian returns, pleading for a chance to make things better, he wants to fix what he broke. Unfortunately, she isn’t the same woman who once waited for him. She was adamant on not letting him draw scars on her stars again, but he was persistent to draw stars by the scars he left. She tells him “the damage is too deep to mend.” He tells her “Don’t tell me it's too deep. Tell me what it'll take to make it right again, because I’d rather die trying to fix us than live without you.”

Hi there…. Looking for the perfect book to enjoy your Christmas holiday? All I want for Christmas is my ex husbands identical twin brother gat you covered. I’ll advice you follow up so as to feel the holiday spirit that comes with the book. And don’t you worry, I update 4 times daily… so I’ve gat you covered. And for my Muslim readers, just enjoy the book for the exciting events my love. Dive into Lisa’s world, filled with unexpected crazy decisions, fascinating storyline and exciting events. “You pretending you’ve moved on.” Adrian said looking me directly in the eyes. He leaned in slightly, forcing Brian to pull me even closer. “You’ll crawl back,” he whispered. “Real soon.” . All Lisa ever wanted was to be loved. Ripped of family love, Lisa grows dreaming of the perfect man who’ll bring the world to her.. a man who was nothing like her father. She marries Adrian 2 days to Christmas a year ago, who she believed loved her but when she discovers he was engaged behind her back to Monica, he drops the divorce papers and forces her to sign them, taking everything he had ever given to her. Broken and devastated…. desperate to have her husband back, she takes a wild step that changes her life for good? Or maybe for the worse. Will her decision take away Brian, Adrian’s identical twin who decided to fake date her to get back at his brother. And Monica…. What is her real intention, who exactly is she to Lisa and why does she want Lisa’s downfall. Let’s watch out….

No aniversário da nossa União, minhas pernas envolviam meu Alfa, Adrian, enquanto compartilhávamos um beijo profundo. Meus dedos roçaram o bolso secreto do meu vestido de seda, e minha mão se apertou ao redor do teste de gravidez que eu havia escondido ali. Sentia o leve pulsar de uma nova vida dentro de mim, planejando dar a ele essa surpresa como o final perfeito da nossa noite. Foi então que o Beta de Adrian, Ethan, falou em tom baixo e provocador, usando a Língua Antiga. — Alfa, aquela sua cunhadinha... a loba recém-amadurecida, Zoe. Qual foi o gosto dela? A risada baixa e sugestiva de Adrian chegou aos meus ouvidos, discreta, mas perfeitamente clara. Ele respondeu na mesma língua ancestral. — Sabe aquela pimenta fresquinha? Ardida, com um toque picante de verdade. A palma da mão dele ainda acariciava minha cintura, mas seu olhar já havia se desviado para outro lugar. — Só mantém isso em segredo. Se minha Luna descobrir, acabou tudo. Os outros Betas soltaram risadinhas cúmplices, erguendo seus copos em uma promessa silenciosa de guardar seu segredo. Mas um frio me invadiu, e minha loba interior ficou imóvel, como se tivesse morrido. Ele não sabia que eu havia estudado a Língua Antiga para minha pesquisa sobre trauma em lobisomens. Eu entendia cada palavra. Contive minhas lágrimas, forçando-me a parecer inabalável, mantendo a compostura esperada de uma Luna. Em vez de confrontá-lo, enviei uma mensagem magicamente protegida à Anciã Slone da Associação de Curandeiros Lobisomens, aceitando o convite que ela havia me estendido. Em três dias, eu me juntaria a um programa seguro de reabilitação para lobisomens como sua nova Terapeuta-Chefe e desapareceria do mundo de Adrian para sempre.

" You're mine, cara mia…” Adrian's breath crept up my skin as he held me still with his arm around my waist. I hissed, pulling back and failed. “In your dreams, Adrian.” His low chuckle scared me, but I acted tough. I couldn't afford to lose face before him. His other hand ran up to my hair and pulled, making me help and he whispered in my ear. “Disobey me again and I'll make you cum while my men watch.” That was Adrian Moretti the devil, and Mafia Don to the top elite cartel and Serena was his surrogate. He had bought her as his surrogate and didn't love her, but why? Serena craves freedom but she can't bring herself to hate his touch. What happens when she finds out he has a hand in her father's death and planned all of this to make her his? Read on to find out!

lyra olson has spent the last four years raising her son adrian alone, until the father Tristan ambrose A black alpha wereWolf, suddenly appears.as the powerful head of the Ambrose Family and secret patriarch of the black werewolf clan, Tristan demand she and the child move in with him, Since on then Lyra found herself in the whirlpool of the supernatural world.

"Nadine..." he grabbed my wrist before I could even think of entering my restaurant. His touch created nothing but disgust in me. I turned glaring at him with an unreasonable expression "Stay out of my life, Adrian." But his next words got me scoffing and cussing him under my breath. "You don’t get to decide that for me... Because I’m not leaving, Nadine. I'm not leaving you nor our baby. Not this time." ** Nadine Harper thought her love story with billionaire Adrian Blackwell was over. She’s built a quiet life far from his powerful world, determined to leave the past behind. But when Adrian unexpectedly reappears, the walls she’s built start to crumble. He’s not just here to dredge up old feelings—he’s about to uncover the secret she’s kept hidden for years. Can they face the truth without losing everything? Or will the past destroy their chance at a future?

"I need you to smile, darling," Adrian whispers, his fingers digging into Isabella's waist as cameras flash. "Your father's business empire depends on it." The champagne in her glass trembles as Isabella forces herself to play the perfect mafia bride. She hasn't told him about the baby yet. Hasn't mentioned the way his eyes linger on the judge's daughter, Elena. Hasn't revealed that she knows about the poison they've planned for her "tragic accident." But Isabella Romano isn't going down without a fight. "Please," she whispers to Santa Muerte as poison burns through her veins. "Give me a chance to make them pay." Death has a price. Isabella awakens in the body of Valentina Salvatore—wife to Adrian's greatest rival and mother to twin girls who somehow see through her deception. She has 150 days to either claim vengeance or find true love. The clock is ticking, and Nicolas Salvatore, her new "husband," is proving dangerously easy to fall for. "You're not really her, are you?" Nicolas murmurs one night, his fingers tracing her jaw. "My Valentina never looked at me the way you do." But as Isabella navigates the deadly waters of rival crime families, she discovers Valentina had secrets of her own—secrets worth dying for. Now, with her father plotting a takeover, Adrian suspicious of her resurrection, and her borrowed body slowly rejecting her soul, Isabella must choose: the revenge she died for, or the love she never expected to find. In this dangerous game of second chances, some fates are worse than death. And some loves are worth dying for twice.

On the eve of the National Robotics Championship, I smashed my carefully designed bot to pieces and announced my withdrawal. Everyone said I was a fraud who was quitting out of fear of being exposed. Online, the netizens mocked me relentlessly. Only one person, Adrian Cross, the so-called genius of the century, spoke up in my defense, his voice dripping with false sincerity, "I believe in River Lowell’s skills. Only he deserves to be my opponent. No matter what setbacks he’s facing, I hope he comes back to the arena and proves himself." In my previous life, the robot I built was identical to his. No matter how I tried to prove he had copied me, Adrian stood before the cameras, wearing his benevolent mask, and said, "It’s fine. This robot can go to River. I can always build something even better." His fans swarmed me, tearing me apart online, and no one believed in my talent. I swallowed the humiliation and vowed to rebuild my robot from scratch. However, when I was assembling it, the Power Core in my kit exploded, shattering my skull. That same night, I was rushed into the ICU. Netizens clapped and cheered, saying I got exactly what I deserved. That night, my girlfriend, Lila Hart, signed the hospital’s DNR consent form without hesitation. Until the day I died, I never understood how Adrian had gotten my robot’s data or why Lila had joined forces with him. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the very day of the competition.

Elara Knigh a autrefois évolué dans les cercles où le pouvoir protège de tout. Aujourd’hui, il ne lui reste plus rien de cette influence, sinon des ennemis, des menaces et une certitude glaçante : elle n’est plus en sécurité. Lorsqu’elle croise la route d’Adrian Vale, elle ne demande pas à être sauvée. Elle négocie. Adrian est un homme qui ne croit ni au hasard ni à la compassion. Il ne protège pas par bonté, mais par stratégie. Son monde repose sur une seule loi : le contrôle. Un contrôle précis, silencieux, méthodique — jamais brutal, toujours choisi. Lorsqu’il accepte de prendre Elara sous sa protection, ce n’est pas un acte de charité, mais la signature d’un contrat. Un contrat qui impose des règles. Pas de chaînes. Pas de violence. Seulement une structure, une surveillance constante, et une obéissance déguisée en ordre. Dans cet univers où tout est cadré, Elara découvre une forme de domination qu’elle n’avait jamais envisagée : une emprise subtile, presque rassurante, qui lui offre une sécurité qu’elle n’a plus connue depuis longtemps. Peu à peu, elle comprend que le pouvoir d’Adrian ne réside pas dans la force, mais dans le retrait, l’absence, le refus. À mesure que la tension entre eux grandit, la relation bascule. Les règles deviennent des rituels. L’obéissance devient un choix. Et le contrôle, une tentation. Mais lorsqu’Elara commence à manipuler à son tour, prouvant qu’elle n’est ni faible ni soumise, Adrian se retrouve confronté à ce qu’il redoute le plus : perdre la maîtrise de ce qu’il protège. L’attirance se transforme en obsession, et la frontière entre protection et possession se fissure.

Toda véspera de Natal, o herdeiro da família mafiosa Marco, Adrian Marco, deve seguir a tradição da família: sortear um nome para decidir se pode se casar comigo ou não. Porque eu, Irene Cast, não nasci na máfia. A menos que ele tire o papel com o meu nome, ele não pode me tomar como esposa. Por quatro anos, Adrian sorteou quatro vezes. E nenhuma vez saiu o meu nome. Sempre acreditei que ele brigava com a família por minha causa, que estava disposto a arriscar perder o posto de Don só para me escolher. Toda vez que falhava, ele me abraçava com força e sussurrava: – Tudo bem. Sempre tem o ano que vem. E eu o amava tanto que doía. Doía a ponto de eu aceitar esperar, ano após ano. Este ano, eu disse a mim mesma: Se ele ainda não tirar meu nome… vou trocar o resultado em segredo. Cheguei de mansinho à porta do escritório de Adrian e ouvi seu irmão mais novo perguntar: – Don… todo ano você tira o nome da Irene. Por que finge que não saiu? É porque você ainda não conseguiu deixar a Sera ir? E ele apenas respondeu, com a voz fria: – A Sera precisa de mim para algo urgente. Faça como sempre: troque o nome da Irene por um papel em branco. Ele saiu sem olhar para trás. Em vez de trocar, o irmão jogou o papel em branco no lixo, deixou o papel com meu nome sobre a mesa e saiu apressado atrás de Adrian. Entrei no escritório, peguei o papel em branco do lixo e substituí pelo que tinha meu nome. Observei meu próprio nome cair na lixeira. Adrian… eu não quero mais esperar e casar com você. Vou te conceder a sua escolha.