Bedside Table Attached To Bed

Two different lives with one pact! ... Telemarketer at Panda Health Tea company, Selene Brooke works out most of her stress in the boiler room to push memories of her past and overcome her cheating ex boyfriend, to prove herself worthy and perfect than her co-worker Michelle, in the eyes of her boss, Corby Cox. What Selene didn't know was that proving her worth and perfection was going to land her in a whole lot of trouble, an assignment to get an investor of RR enterprise owned by a famous Italian billonaire. Fabrico Zunino Valenquez. A man who was also trying to overcome his past by so doing, not willing his heart to love again. Their meeting is on business terms but Selene finds herself agreeing to the Pact that Fabrico was willing to offer her. No holds barred sex, no strings attached and no commitment. But how long can that last before they fall in too deep, denying the pact and longing for more. What happens when they realise their pact was actually based on love?

Harper just returned home after a grueling week-long business trip in London only to find her sister in bed with her beloved fiance, shattered, Harper swore to make them pay, for deceiving her after everything she had to sacrifice for them.

“…How dare you do this to me, Conrad? How dare you sleep with my sister right next to my bedroom?” I scream at the top of my voice. My voice breaks in two halves. My hands won't stop shaking. My forehead is beaded with sweat. "Ashanti, please I can explain!" Conrad begs as he tries to step down from the bed, but he can't because he's stark under the comforter. "Ashanti, what the are you doing in my bedroom?" Rhea screams at the top of her voice and I drag my eyes from Conrad and plaster them on her face. She doesn't look scared or guilty like Conrad. "And what the are you doing in bed with my boyfriend?" I ask, raising my voice as well. "I just him. What are you going to do about that" …. After red handedly catching her boyfriend in bed with her step-sister, Ashanti thought things couldn’t get any worse for her until the Lycan Beta showed up at her father’s pack and picked her together with her step-sister as for the Lycan Harem who will stand the chance to be chosen as a mate for the ruthless Lycan King. On the same day she arrives at the Harem, she finds her mate… Read to find out the identity of her mate and how things pan out for her in that Harem.

"Miss Alice Brown, I am the butler here for your service. Our sir wants to buy the baby in your belly.” Butler replied. "What?!" Does that mean the abortion didn't take place? Did they kidnap her from the operating table? Just to buy the baby? But why her? "You..." Alice was about to ask a question, but the man in front of her said calmly, as if he had expected her question, "Miss, you are pregnant with the master's child, and he needs a child, that's all I can tell you." *** Alice was forced to sign a surrogacy contract and eight months later gave birth to two healthy children. Fortunately, the man was unaware of her daughter's existence. It wasn't until five years later that fate brought them together again...

After my father’s death, I decided to divorce my husband, Captain Marcus Hale, and stay in Pine Ridge Village forever. On the first day, I tricked Marcus into signing the divorce papers. On the fifth day, I handed in my resignation to my old unit at Fort Haven. On the seventh day, I cooked a full table of food and said farewell to all my friends. Frowning, Marcus accused me of making the very meal his childhood sweetheart, Julia Summers, hated. I stood up and raised my glass to toast her. From this day on, Marcus and I would have nothing more to do with each other. Half a month later, I saw Marcus returning from a mission in Pine Ridge Village. Only this time, the country evening breeze brought tears to his eyes.

I stepped closer. Close enough to smell his cologne—cedarwood, leather, and power. My hand moved. Smooth, practiced. The pistol slide from under the apron into my palm. I raised it fast. But before I could pull the trigger— BANG. Not my shot. A scream tore through the restaurant as another man launched himself toward Romano’s table, blade flashing. Another assassin. What the hell— Romano didn’t flinch. He shoved the table forward, knocking the attacker off balance. The blade scraped across wood, not skin. I ducked instinctively as the room erupted into chaos. Gunfire cracked. Glass exploded. People screamed and dove for cover. “Get him out—NOW!” one of the guards barked. I aimed for the second attacker. Didn’t even hesitate. One shot—head. Gone. The guard saw me. Confusion flashed in his eyes. Then rage. I ran. I weaved between overturned chairs, plates, and screaming bodies. The smell of blood was real now, thick in the air. One of the guards grabbed me. I slammed my elbow into his ribs, twisted, and brought the butt of my gun down on his skull. He dropped like a sack of bricks. Out. I had to get out. My boots pounded the floor as I tore through the narrow hallway. But then— “Elisa.” His voice stopped me cold. I turned. Antonio Romano stood in the middle of the carnage, suit untouched, blood spattered behind him like art. His eyes were on me. And he was smiling. It was darker. Slower. Like a hunter seeing something worth chasing. Somehow, he knew who I was. “Interesting,” he said softly, tilting his head. “They sent you.” I didn’t answer. I ran. But that voice followed me. He knew my name. And he let me go. This wasn’t over. It had just begun.

•The King Wealthy, proud, and oozing of attractiveness, billionaire Jordan Crown taught and disciplined multitude of women to go down on their knees—Keila Taylor included. •The Servant Keila Taylor aims a higher job and applies for the executive assistant of the most popular billionaire CEO in town. Gets to share the bed with him, but gets dumped the next day. •The Prince Often gets titled as the heart of the crowd, charismatic vocalist Sebastian Steele (Crown) falls in love with Keila at first sight. He dates her without the knowledge that she shared bed with a relative of his. •Deadly Affairs They say a good first impression works wonders. But if you slowly build a better view of someone's true color, will you still accept him as he is? A story of love triangle, power, wealth, dangerous sex and secret affairs. When people show their true colors unintentionally, will you pay attention?

"She Caught Her Rich Husband in Bed with Her Sister, Then Found True Love with the Bad Boy Biker She Left Behind!"Valentina had it all—the mansion, the rich husband, the perfect life. Until she caught him in bed with her own sister! Heartbroken and desperate, she flees back to the small town she abandoned ten years ago... only to come face-to-face with Duke, the rugged motorcycle club VP whose heart she shattered when she left. The chemistry between them is EXPLOSIVE, but can she trust her heart again? This steamy, emotional second-chance biker romance will leave you breathless as Valentina discovers who she truly is while rebuilding her life—and finding scorching passion with the one man who never stopped loving her. Hearts will BREAK and heal in this unforgettable story of betrayal, redemption, and the kind of all-consuming love that never dies! 🔥💔🏍️

Six years ago, her younger sister went to the extreme of taking her life and stealing her twins just to take her place. Now, six years later, she's back, stronger than ever, with her adorable kids by her side. Those who once tormented her now tremble and kneel before her. After reuniting with her four precious children, they all agreed-no need for a daddy. They would rather team up with their genius doctor mom to build a global empire. Late one night, Yael Blackwell, the most powerful Alpha on the North Merstone Werewolf Continent, knelt by his wife's bed, pleading, "Honey, the floor's cold. Can I join you in bed?" Naomi Northcutt, feeling sorry for him, said, "Fine." The next second, he had her pinned beneath him.

My husband took our six-year-old daughter on a fishing trip, but when his first love called, he left her alone to answer his phone. With no one watching her, our daughter fell into the sea, and we never recovered her body. Heartbroken, I called him and begged him to return, but his voice was cold as he said, “Cheyenne, today’s Queenie's birthday. Can you stop being such a buzzkill?” When I stumbled back home in despair, I found his first love clinging provocatively to him, a smug smile on her face. “What’s got you so upset, sis-in-law?” she sneered. I let out a cold laugh and flipped the dining table over. “As long as you’re alive, I’ll never be happy.”