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“W-Why are you here? I already did what you wanted, didn’t I? I thought we had a deal?” Nina’s voice trembled as she blinked in disbelief. “I don’t negotiate, darling. You don’t get to decide what I do to you.” Hades smirked, his tone laced with amusement at her confusion and fear. “I’m not playing games with you, Hades! Please, just leave my house!” “Too bad. I can’t.” His smile darkened. “Now, are you going to be a good girl, or keep pretending to be feisty?” “Get out! Now!” Nina tried to slam the door, but Hades shoved it open, forcing his way inside. “No! Let me go! You’re hurting me!” He dragged her into the living room as she struggled to free herself from his tight grip. Her wrists burned under his hold. Then, with brutal force, he threw her onto the couch—hard enough that she stumbled and lost her balance. Hades stepped closer, his shadow swallowing the light between them. “Now… strip,” he said darkly. “I'm going to fuck you till you can't walk” Author’s Note: My first attempt at bringing a story to life. Thank you for reading!

She left him fifty dollars and a lifetime of regret. Aurora Thompson made two mistakes in one night: she got drunk and slept with a stranger in a hotel room that wasn’t hers. Then she came home to find her husband sitting on the couch with another woman—pregnant with his child. Five years of sacrifice. Five years of hiding her identity as the Thompson heir to prove her love. Five years of building his failing company into an empire. And he threw it all away for a business deal. Fine. If Piagel Blythe wants a divorce, she’ll give him one. But she’s taking everything she built with her—every contract, every connection, every cent of success. She’s done being the invisible wife. But there’s one problem: the stranger from that night? He’s Kieran Miller—the richest, most ruthless man in Velloria. And he’s not interested in forgetting what happened. In fact, he’s been waiting seven years for Aurora to walk back into his life. He kept the fifty dollars. Now he wants everything else. Some men don’t know what they have until it’s destroying them. Others have been waiting all along.

“Fine,” I heard myself say, the word tasting like rust. “You want an open marriage? We’ll do open.” A slow smile curved his mouth—victory, not warmth. “Good girl. Then I suppose you won’t mind if I reintroduce Kisha.” The camera panned. There she was, curled on what I now realized was our hotel suite couch, her legs tucked under a cashmere throw that used to be mine. She waved, manicured nails glinting, belly softly rounded under a silk camisole. My world tilted. I forced a smile that felt like glass. “So she’s your girlfriend?” Daniel’s hand settled possessively on that gentle swell. “Not just my girlfriend,” he said, eyes locked on mine. “The mother of my unborn child.” Jayla Carmichael smiles for the cameras as the perfect senator's wife while her world burns. But queens don't kneel. They conquer. Fueled by whiskey and wrath, Jayla ensnares Warren Christopher, a brooding billionaire CEO, after saving his empire in a bar-side twist of fate. Love was the first lie. Revenge is the foreplay, and the truth? it's coming for them all...naked, ruthless and dripping in karma. Will Jayla's vengeance destroy her soul or will warrens fire forge something eternal?. This book isn't just romance, it's war with benefits.

“I can make love to you any way I choose.. sitting, standing, lying on the bed or my comfortable couch"he replied coldly "What will you do then if I refuse,rape me?" Her voice trembled and her blue eyes widened in fear and her body shivered,he noticed. "Do you want me to?"he smirked. Angela, a 24 yrs old and breadwinner of her poor class family had thought that at this stage ,her childhood dream of being a school owner was near future not until she was left with no other choice other than to say yes to Antonio. Antonio Montero of the famous Montero family! The incredibly handsome, famous idol and young billionaire also known as the most spoilt rich kid of his generation. A toxic playboy with many sex scandals. Nevertheless, Angela wasn't a fan of his looks or movie roles as most girls including her very own sister, not even in the least in love with him nor he with her. He got a death wish to grant and she, emotionally blackmailed. Most girls would die to find themselves in this situation but not Angela… One year Angela will have her simple life back.But what will she do if it becomes a life time imprisonment?

It was all her fault. My life could have been simple—40-hour shifts at KFC, sneaking extra chicken crumbs, and binge-watching reality shows. But no. Instead, here I was, standing at the altar, saying I do to a man whose idea of “casual” involved drugs, women, and murder on speed dial. Thanks, Mom. Not only did she ruin my life, but she also sold it—traded me off to the deadliest Mafia boss alive, Mario Santiago, as if I were some secondhand couch on clearance. Mario Santiago. Yeah, that Mario Santiago. The Human Terminator. The guy whose enemies mysteriously vanish like my paycheck two days after payday. And now, I was his wife. He glanced at me with a slow, wolfish smile that practically screamed trouble. That was when I knew two things: 1. I was completely doomed. 2. This man was going to wreck my heart (and probably my life). But hey, it could be worse, right? At least I’d get a killer wardrobe out of it. *** Are you looking for romance and humor? Stuck with Mario Santiago is a hilarious, Mafia billionaire romance filled with danger, betrayal, drama, and a love story you won’t forget. Dive in—you won’t regret it (but the characters might).

So this is how the mate bond feels. A rush of energy, a pull like gravity tightening around us, and an almost maddening awareness of the other person. I wasn’t about to let it sway me though. Sure, the man in front of me is ridiculously perfect, but I wasn’t some love-struck fool who’d drop everything at the first spark of fate. I had a life, plans, and a fiancé waiting for me upstairs. I raised an eyebrow, forcing myself to stay calm even as my heart raced. “Take a number and get in line, sweetheart,” I said coolly, flashing the engagement ring on my finger in front of his gray eyes. “I’m otherwise occupied right now.” …Five years later, when I pushed the door open, my mate remained motionless on a leather couch, his piercing gaze boring into me with a cold detachment that sent shivers down my spine. He leaned back, the casualness of the gesture at odds with the intensity in his eyes. His arms rested lazily on the backrest, but there was nothing relaxed about him. His body was coiled tight, like a predator ready to pounce, and the air between us crackled with tension. “Is my number finally up?” he asks, his tone laced with bitter amusement. “My dear mate.” The words sting, but I can’t deny the truth in them. He is my last chance.

After my older sister Rachelle came home from dialysis, the atmosphere at home was suffocating. She curled up on the couch, thin as a rail. She was nagging me hard and telling me not to tire myself out too much at work. Dad was by the door smoking. To get money to treat Rachelle’s condition, he had sold our old house and land. Dirty and muddied, my fiance, who had always viewed Rachelle as a sister of his own, brought home his week’s salary. They all lamented how unfair life was to already poor and suffering people who had to suffer even more. I looked at myself in the mirror with my bleeding nose and flushed away the report with my acute leukemia diagnosis. During dinner, Dad suddenly said, “Ryleigh, Rachelle needs a kidney. You’re healthy and young. You might be a match.” I looked at Rachelle’s pleading eyes and coldly put my cutlery down. “I won’t do it. I’ll be a cripple with one less kidney. How am I supposed to find someone to marry then?” Dad slapped me hard, even as my fiance called me ungrateful. I slammed the door shut as I left. I looked for the nearest room to the hospital to rent so that I could wait it out until I died. The room I found was only five blocks away from the organ donation center.

« Qui êtes-vous ? » ... Après une nuit passée avec un homme mystérieux, Lilian « Lily » Grace se retrouve avec beaucoup de questions. Les choses prennent une autre tournure lorsqu'elle découvre, lors de son premier jour de travail, que l'homme avec qui elle a couché n'est autre qu'Alexander Sterling, PDG milliardaire et son nouveau patron, pour lequel elle travaille désormais comme secrétaire. À sa grande consternation, lorsqu'elle le retrouve, elle s'aperçoit qu'il ne se souvient ni d'elle ni de la nuit qu'ils ont passée ensemble. Quand elle découvre qu'elle est enceinte de lui, elle doit le cacher pour ne pas perdre son emploi. Alors que des forces inconnues commencent à la traquer, elle est lentement entraînée dans un monde dont elle ignore tout, où des ombres se cachent à chaque coin de rue. De la découverte de la véritable identité d'Alexander à la traque par un ennemi dont lui seul connaît les motivations, parviendra-t-elle à percer les secrets qui l'entourent ?

My fiancee gets drunk the day before our wedding. While I'm taking her home, she mistakes me for my best friend. "Jackson, don't bring our child to the wedding tomorrow. I don't want Samuel to know about us." I slam on the brakes, causing Madelyn Wilkinson to hit the seatback and come to her senses. When she realizes it's me, she freezes for a moment before slowly explaining, "Since you heard that, let's call off the wedding for now. You don't have to worry. Jackson doesn't plan on getting married again. But I'm still that child's mother no matter what, so I need to help out. "Jackson's your best friend. You feel sorry for him if he has to raise a child alone, don't you? I'll marry you after my son starts school." I can't help smiling bitterly. "Alright then… I don't have a problem with that." When we get home, she packs up a suitcase and leaves without another word. Feeling a sting in my eyes, I suppress my emotions as I sit on the couch, falling into a daze. That's when my phone rings at the worst possible moment. My childhood friend, Hazel Parsons, says in a hoarse voice, "Sam, don't marry her. Please." I fall silent for a beat. "Alright."

“It’s our anniversary today. I planned our day together,” I declare. “I have work to do,” “But I asked your PA to clear your schedule for the day,” “That’s the thing. You made plans behind my back without talking to me about it first, Ariel,” He then walks past me and walks out of the closet. “I thought I was doing something nice for you – for us at least. You have always worked so hard, so at least take this day off with me. We never got to celebrate our wedding anniversary,” I rebuke. He decides not to say anything. He opens his bag on the couch facing our bed and takes out a white A4 envelope, tossing it on the little table in the middle of our room. “Is it so hard for you to read the room all the time? How would you celebrate a wedding anniversary when there is no love between us? Are you not tired of all this pretence because I am!" He chastises. "That’s for you. Sign it so that we can get it over and done with,” With that said, he puts on his black sunglasses and walks out of the room. Only then do I breathe out the air I didn’t even know I was holding. I’m confused and, most of all, hurt. I didn’t see this coming. I drop my eyes on the envelope with bold printed letters of the name of the law firm our lawyer works at.