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It was never Kunle’s choice “ gubernatorial candidate” choice to be married to a maid but a sex scandal between them brought them together. Everyone use to see her like an illiterate and brainless girl until she prove them wrong that she can act the fake incoming First Lady by showing the hidden boldness, power and strength in her to support her so call contract husband. love sets in and Kunle would stop at nothing to make her his wife but there were just too much enemies who would do anything to set them Apart? Will love wins above evil?

Anna could never have imagined herself marrying one of the country's wealthiest businessmen. She never wanted this marriage, and she despises the man she'll soon call husband. However, she agreed to marry him and abandon her cherished lover just for sake of her father's business. She had always been a problem to her parents, and she believed that this was the only time she could be useful to her family. She will, however, have no idea that the man she is about to marry is not an ordinary person. Ibrahim Saunders is not a hasty man, and he has his own motives for choosing Anna Rae as his partner. There are two reasons for this. First, he holds a grudge against her family. Second, he has been in love with her since then..... "If I knew you were going to marry him, I'd never let you leave like that. Your life will be wrecked......" "I'm destined to live in misery with that man as long as he can save my family…." "Love.... I don't love her she is just a pawn who will take me to my destination..."

"I had a one-night stand. It wasn’t my first, but it would be my last.A gun to the head.A trained killer.A deadly conspiracy.Kidnapped and on the run, my life and death is in the hands of a sadist captor who happens to be my one-night stand. Armed with countless weapons, money, and new identities, the man I call Six drags me around the world.The manhunt is on and Six is the next target. Can we find out who is killing off the Cleaners before they find us?Two down, seven to go.When it’s all over he’ll finish the job that dropped him into my life, and end it.Stockholm Syndrome meets bucket list, and the question of what would you do to live before you died. The questions aren’t always answered in black and white. Gray becomes the norm as my morals are tested.Death is a tragedy, and I’ll do anything to stay alive.Are you ready for the last ride of your life? Six has a gun to your head—what would you do?This isn’t a love story.It’s a death story.**Due to the dark and explicit nature of this book, it is recommended for mature audiences only as some scenes may be particularly disturbing.**"

On Christmas Eve, my father got the man I had secretly loved for ten years drunk and sent him to my bed. When I woke up the next morning, Roy pulled away from my attempt at a good-morning kiss. His voice was cold and distant as he agreed to marry me. After the wedding, Roy wasted no time submitting a transfer request. He took an overseas post and left. He did not return for five years. I gave birth to our daughter, Eve, alone and waited for him to come back home. When I heard that Roy had finally applied to return to a domestic position, I was overjoyed. I spent days preparing, imagining our first reunion as husband and wife. But even when the clock struck midnight, he still hadn't come home. Our daughter, ever so thoughtful, placed her most treasured possession—a photograph of Roy—into my hands. "Don't cry, Mommy," she said softly. "Look, Daddy's right here." I tried to convince myself that his absence was due to a delayed flight. But later that night, while watching the news, I saw him. He was on a crowded city street, holding a young girl in his arms. Beside him stood a woman, her smile soft and warm. Facing the camera, Roy said, "Being with them is my greatest wish." At that moment, something inside me broke. I wrote up the divorce papers, packed our things, and planned to take Eve to change her identity. I didn't want him anymore. The day before we left, a man I had never met came to see me. He was Roy's father. "You could call me Dad," he said, a faint smile playing on his lips. "But I'd rather you call me Ryan." I told him everything about the past five years—how I had waited, how I had hoped. When I finished, he laughed softly, an unusual warmth in his voice. "If it was just business," he said, "perhaps your father should have tied a bow around me and sent me to your bed instead. But I hold my liquor well—if I ever end up wrapped in a bow, you can be sure it's by choice."

Abductors bind me in a basement, subjecting me to the torment of dozens. Meanwhile, my husband, Evan Foster, dines by candlelight with his lover, Carmen Locke. My abductors grant me one chance to call for help, and I dial Evan's number. I'm certain he will come for me. I believe Evan would give his life for me, as he once vowed that his future held no meaning without me. Clinging to hope, I call the number etched in my heart. However, Evan scolds me for interrupting their date. "You think I'll come get you? Dream on. Maybe I'll bother to collect your body if you die out there." His words crush me, and I do die. Five days later, Evan stands before the autopsy table, grimacing at the mangled remains before him. Even as the police department's finest forensic expert, having dissected thousands of bodies, he condemns the killer's brutality. Yet, despite his cold dismissal of my desperate plea over the phone, he now wears a look of pity. Evan, if you knew these fragments belonged to me, would you still find me worthy of your compassion?

Janice Jordan, the daughter and only child of a successful international billionaire, Mr Jordan, had everything at her beck and call hence nothing excites her anymore as everything she always wants, she gets. Then without warning, he came into the picture, after his abrupt disappearance, and everything came tumbling down. For once in her life, Janice couldn't handle this man. The mere thought of not having control over some horse keeper sends her into a frenzy of confusion. She didn't know what "Love" felt like as every man that had come before him was just a toy to kill time with until she gets bored. Only that, this so called horse keeper was no ordinary horse keeper at all. In fact, far from it. There's something strange, tempting and exciting about him that she could not fathom and she's resolved to find out. Janice however, didn't know she was up against her own nemesis. Read along to unveil the underlying truth about the devastating love affair of Janice and Drake and how they were able to overcome it.

Russell Knight is not your average geek. Sure, he may seem like the quiet, shy, and vulnerable guy in school. But there is far more to Russel than meets the eye. At just 10 years old, Russell had already gone through the heartache of losing both of his parents. He was left under the guardianship care of his uncle Frederick Knight, a struggling handyman living from paycheck to paycheck in the small town of Lakeview. But now that the years have gone by, he finds a way to let out steam and anger taking a liking to getting his hands dirty. Loving the feel of adrenaline as he steps into the underground rinks of a good old fashion cage fight. As the summer ends, and junior year of college begins, he sees eye to eye with Samantha Adams, his new roommate. Will she be able to handle all his hidden secrets? or will she call it quits before it even begins? Realizing college is not what she expected, Russell won't make it easy for her to concentrate in school. He's hot, very hot, and it's going to take a lot of willpower to keep their hands off of each other.

Liar. Selfish. Murderer. Asshole. All of these, and then some, can be and have been used to describe Dan Sanders—depending on who you ask. But if you know Dan, then you also know he wouldn’t bother denying any of it. However, the one thing no one ever has or ever will truthfully be able to call him is a coward. Especially, not his estranged crackpot brother, Chris. Though it's true that following the Rebecca Fairchild incident, the Sanders gang is in hot water. Dan has never been one to turn and run from a fight, and he doesn’t plan to start now. So while Chris may be brutal and undoubtedly brilliant, he would do best to remember what he lacks in mercy Dan lacks in morality. And there isn’t much he can’t or won’t do when you threaten those he cares for. A rivalry forged and bound by blood is nearing its climax. Chris the unforgiving versus Dan the unyielding. Let's just hope our anti-hero can clear his family's name before the bodies pile up and time runs out.

you think i came all the way from paris to this small town of pakistan for what for three lacks " he smirked and looked towrds his men who laughed at that thought. "well clearly you did because if not what are you doing here then or wait did you wanted to have tour of this small town because i don,t see other reason of yours to be here . " this time she replied who were just standing there quitely from the beginning . "well darling " he came close to her and said "i came for my bride , i came for you " he said while touching her cheek with his thumb. larib khan a straightforward ,religious , cute , innocent , decent girl . she seems calm but if someone make her angry it will be their last day . but if they are on her good side she loves from her heart and can give her life for her loved ones king Xavier albert thomson, he has a body like greek god he is just like a shell ,hard from outside but from the inside he is soo soft but only few people knows that . Noone dare to call him by name who did they are 12 feet beneath the ground . the most merciless mafia king who runs mafia and also is the ceo of the most top biggest company of paris ,he kill first and ask question later . HE never knew he could love but after seeing her it was love for first sight or lust of having her he doesn,t know but he knows one thing . "larib khan is his only his even if he have to force her to be his or kill the world to have her but no one takes what is his from him not even her .

[Matured content, no rape.] "Mama, Custard," Adrian said as he rushed towards me. Adrian Woods, my four years old son whom I was left to raise alone. "Darian," I called out, staring intently at him, "who gave you the right to touch him, and even call him your son?" He was back! The man I tried my best to run from, the man whom I did everything possible to stay away from, the one person who was happy seeing me in so much pain. Darian Woods was back, my divorced husband, the father of my child.