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After being brutally dumped by her boyfriend Rafael, Lyra goes to an upscale bar to drown her sorrows. What she doesn't know is that her own sister, Cassandre, lured her there with a dark intention: to take advantage of her vulnerability to drug her with an aphrodisiac and then sell her to a pervert. Under the influence of the substance, Lyra completely loses control and spends an intense night with a stranger. In the early morning, overwhelmed by shame and confusion, she hurriedly leaves the room, leaving a 100-euro note and a note of defiance: "You are worth no more." But for Alexandre, CEO of a powerful group, that night marks a turning point. He is determined to find this young woman with the fiery gaze. However, on his quest, a car accident plunges him into amnesia. Two months later, barely recovered, he resumes the investigation and goes to the address he was searching for before the drama. There he meets Cassandre, who, without the slightest hesitation, impersonates her sister by claiming to be the mysterious one-night lover. But lies come at a price.

When Leyla found out that her brother had heart problem she decided to work at the club as stripper. She really work hard and doing disperate and not acceptable job in her country after her parents died due to accident three years ago that hadn't give justice. Emre's family pressure him to have a child as soon as possible to protect their wealth. His family speculated him that he is a gay that's the reason why he don't have a girlfriend or someone he likes but the fact is Emre don't want it because he had trauma to a woman who broke his heart; his mother. Emre's family didn't stop to incourage him so they decided to hired a surrogate mother for their child with perfect background. Leyla got noticed and warning from her brother's doctor that Psalm only have 10 months left because his condition are not curable. Emre's grandma want Leyla to be their grandson surrogate and they think Leyla is a perfect surrogate. Leyla's friend told her that someone seeking for their son surrogate mother, they are welling to pay high amount of money just give them a heir either it's a girl or boy. Leyla accepted the offer without a doubt for her brother's operation.

When the fire broke out, I called my husband, Hector. He didn't answer. Instead, he ran straight into the flames—to save my sister, Emma. They held each other, clinging to life, while I was trapped in the basement, watching my calls go ignored until all hope burned out. Afterward, Emma played innocent, twisting everything. She told him, "Hector, don't blame Sienna. She didn't leave me on purpose... she was just scared." Her lie made me the villain, and everyone bought it. Fueled by hatred, Hector spat, "She's so vicious—why didn't that fire just take her?" Three months later, the police found my body.

Keep your legs open, baby. That’s it… eyes on me.” One had his hand around my throat. Another had his mouth between my thighs. The third… God help me, he was the one who whispered the filth that made me forget my name. Three of them. All at once. Tearing me apart like I belonged to them. And the truth is—I did. Because I gave them my body the night I lost everything else. The night I got fired. The night my boyfriend left me for my best friend. The night I nearly ended it all. But I’d been kind to a stranger once. Gave him my umbrella in the rain. Smiled at him even when my world was falling apart. That man? He found me drunk and desperate on the edge of ruin… and offered me something darker than a second chance. To be theirs. All three of theirs. Not a girlfriend. Not a wife. A plaything. A prize. A pet. Now I wake up in silk sheets. I don’t work. I don’t pay bills. I only exist to please them. And Daddy doesn’t like when I cry. He likes when I beg.

Angelo Madrigal is a virgin who has decided to be celibate until marriage, but is raped just a week to his wedding. The whole situation takes a different turn when he is tested positive for HIV just two days to the wedding, and when Diego, his fiance, calls off the wedding in the morning, he jumps off a bridge in an attempt to take his life. He is saved by officer Marcelo Sanchez. Marcelo isn't gay, but after having sex with a guy just a week before, he begins to yearn for more of the experience. He talks to Angelo against committing suicide and the two later coincidentally meet at the supermarket, where Angelo finds out that he is married and is left devastated. What happens when Marcelo starts developing feelings for Angelo?

I'm not only ugly, I'm an idiot. Because, tell me, why would I think that the hottest guy at school would be interested in me? To make it even worse, he was dating my sister. My sister was perfect. She was the golden daughter—perfect at everything, beautiful. So why would I, in my right mind, think that Damien Salvatore would be interested in an ugly duckling like me? That was my first mistake. *** I couldn't believe Damien had just said that to me. Damien wanted me.... Me!? Inner squeal. He cupped my face and kissed me fiercely, catching me by surprise. My body sprang to life, answering to the need in his kiss until it became more, heated, too much. I tore away from him, shaking my head, even as my body throbbed with desire. “Wait...” Why was I stopping this? Am I an idiot? I have dreamt About this since forever.... I have never wanted anything so bad in my life. "Don't you want to kiss me??" He rasped out.

“Spread for me,” he growled, his fingers brushing over her slick folds. “I… I can’t…” Celeste whispered, trembling, her body betraying her. “Yes, you can,” he hissed, pressing closer. “Show me… how much you crave me.” Celeste never expected her stepbrother to ignite a fire she couldn’t control. Every accidental touch, every heated glance left her trembling, yearning for him in ways both thrilling and forbidden. When Jace invaded her space, teasing, daring, and dominating, she was pushed to the edge. Desire coiled low, nerves screamed, and every inch of her ached to be claimed and filled by the one man she shouldn’t want. Forbidden, intoxicating, and utterly consuming, this is the story of a desire that shouldn’t exist… but can’t be denied.

His voice was low as he remarked, "You’re kissing a stranger," yet his eyes were full of intrigue. When I barged into their engagement party, the hurt of my betrayal was still fresh because I had just been deceived by the two people I trusted the most, my best friend and my ex. Then, however, he appeared. The enigmatic billionaire CEO who has a reputation for avoiding relationships is Yemi Kings. I kissed him right then and there, while everything fell apart around me. It was reckless and hasty, yet it seemed genuine for the first time in weeks. Nevertheless, what started as a defiant act soon evolved into a tangled network of deceit, mysteries, and an undeniable chemistry that neither one of us could ignore. I was surprised that he wanted me. This was unexpected. However, we are compelled to play a game neither of us is ready for when Yemi's and my past intersect. The tension is tremendous, the stakes are enormous, and the distinction between passion and retaliation is blurred in ways I never would have thought possible. His main thought right now is to claim me as his own. But will I still be able to trust him when the truth is revealed? Or are we going to see our worlds fall apart forever? The phone rang just as I was starting to have faith in us. Everything was broken by the voice on the other end.

Note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. The story contains explicit adult content of a sexual nature and should not be read by anyone under the age of 18. Xoxo. Beg me to take you," he murmured. His voice was rough, reverberating through my bones. "Beg me to bend you over that couch and fuck you." The words were out of my mouth before I could think about them. "Oh, yes," I whispered. "Please." He paused. Then, to my everlasting dismay, he pulled back, removing his hand from my pants and leaving a wet, cold trail behind. A deep chuckle rumbled through his chest, turning my knees to pudding. "No," he said. It took a second to register. "What?" I cried. "Why? You asked me to... why?" And he laughed. He laughed at me.

Ezra Monroe was raised to be good. Obedient. Pure. He’s Twenty two, a choir boy with trembling hands, wide eyes, and an unholy amount of curiosity. He’s never broken a rule. Until he meets the man who makes him want to break every commandment. Pastor Dorian Vale is thirty-two. Cold. Sharp. Inked with past sins and buried scars. He’s the youngest priest in the city and the most feared — by men who owe him favors, and by God who stopped listening years ago. But one look at Ezra? And he knows he's about to fall from grace all over again