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Blurb: "You're mine! You're my wife. You're fucking MINE" my husband roared furiously while he was pushing me towards the wall. I lowered my hand to protect my belly, he didn't know that I'm pregnant yet. "I will never leave you, I will never let you go. I'm drowning without you" he whispered desperately this time, leaning his forehead on mine. My eyes were cloudy, I lifted my other hand and caressed his cheek. I know that he needs me, I know he wants me, but not as a wife. He just needs my body, it always about my body and sex, and it will always be just about them. He needs me to be his submissive. His sex slave. With trembling voice I mumbled, "I'm not, Raf. I'm not yours. We can't be together, we came to the end of this useless marriage" His phone rang. It was Debbie, the other woman! He tightened his jaw and clenched his fists and said, "I wil take this call and get back to finish our talk" Once he left the room, my tears flowed like a river on my burning cheeks. I knew it, he will always choose her. I wiped my tears harshly and made a phone call, "I'm leaving, can you take me to the airport?.." Trembling, I took a step towards my closet to put something on to hide the bruises on my body. ________ I'm Natalie, this is my story. I loved my husband with all of my heart. Although he was dark, vicious, and sadistic. I was his little dirty secret. We got married under some circumstances. No one ever knew about this marriage. I made my decision, I will never go back to him. I will never let him treat me like his submissive again, NEVER!

"You're my weakness!" Jerald said, still aiming his gun at Jennifer. "If all I am to you is a pawn that your enemies will use against you then, do as you wish." She said as she stepped towards him. He stepped back. "Don't come closer or I'll shoot!" He warned her, his hands jolting. "Jerald Carter, New York Cosa Nostra can't even shoot me." She mocked him. "Jennifer!" He warned her again. "You can't kill me, Jerald," She pressed her chest on the gun. "You and I borh know I am The Thing You Kill For," *** Jennifer's Father Promised that she will marry Jerald Carter. Jennifer's been dreading over the arranged marriage because she has a boyfriend-but now that her family's lives depends on it, there's no denying it anymore. There's something mystifying about Jerald Carter but nonetheless, Jennifer couldn't help but fall for him. No one is perfect of course, Jerald Carter Has a big secret he is keeping, of The Dark and Deadly Variety. What will happen when Jennifer finds out that she married a man who could just easily kill her as a snap?

(A sequel to His Maid's Son) Daniel didn't just get to be warden by chance; his no-nonsense personality and integrity made him the man he is today. That is until he met Liam. Never had he been torn between the need to protect someone and his moralities. Playing dirty wasn't his style but somehow the slender scared boy with golden-brown stares made him question everything he believes in. Completed on November 2019

"W-Wait… what if he walks in and sees us?" I gasped as Alexander’s hands slid up my thighs, his body pressing me harder against the door. “Let him,” He let out a low, wicked chuckle, his lips grazing my neck. "Then he’ll finally see exactly how badly his wife needs to be fucked." *** Desperate to forget her crumbling marriage, Chloe makes one impulsive mistake—mistaking a billionaire for a stripper. What should have been a fleeting moment of passion turns into something far more dangerous when she learns the truth. Because the man in her bed isn’t just powerful, he’s one of the most influential men in the country. And he’s decided he’s not letting her go. Now, Chloe is caught between a husband who never loved her and a man who refuses to walk away. Will Alexander King be her dirty little secret, or will she surrender to temptation and let him own her in every sinful way?

"I've... I've never touched a girl. I've never gotten this close to them. Please... Please stay away from me" "Don't worry," She whispers into his ears, sending sizzles down his spine. "I'm going to teach you everything. I'm going to fucking ruin you and I will spoil you In so many dirty ways." Her hand reaches upwards towards his inner thigh and he stiffens once it touches his crotch through his fabric. With clenched teeth, he shuts his eyes and tries so hard to hold back the groan that threatens to escape from his throat. •~•~• Shane Dalton is the second son of the powerful billionaire. He's got good looks and charms that make everyone fall for him. Renee, the new girl in town isn't an exception but what she can't believe is how extremely good he is. The rich and handsome guys she knew were either bad boys or rude jerks but Shane is nothing like that. He is a well trained good boy who is not ready to break all his rules and fall for a bad girl overnight but his life is turned upside down when he decides to stay away from home to avoid his brother who bullies him nonstop. He moves in to stay with his best friend's family only to realize that this new, beautiful but crazy girl now lives there too. As long as they stay under the same roof, Renee swears to spoil him completely till he's fully damaged beyond repair. Will she succeed? He must either resist her charms and attraction or completely fall into her trap.

She's the cure! I've watched her without her knowing. I've protected her without her knowing. She has tamed my bloodlust and doesn't know that too. I should've approached her sooner,instead of watching her for years but I couldn't. I'm too dirty and I don't want to get her stained. But when I find out that she's in love with someone else......all hell broke loose! I'll make her mine even if she doesn't want to be. I'll give her everything. I've never being a prince Charming but I'll try my best to be her prince Charming...... I need a Cinderella. Damien O'Connell watched his parents being murdered by his father's bestfriend and since then,he had developed an urge to kill who he thinks is evil. He wants to stop.He wants to let the police do their job but he can't find a cure to his bloodlust until he met her......Sophia Monteiro. He forcefully makes her his wife but little does he know that he had underestimated her ex-lover.

“Valerian!” a cry came from outside and my feet rushed to the door, my body having recognised the voice before my brain could comprehend what was happening. I yanked the door open and almost broke down crying at the sight before me, “Queen Lyla!” Bethany gasped from behind me. I scooped her into my arms, my eyes searching for any unwanted presence before rushing her into the living room. “Valerian put me down, we don’t have much time!” she rushed out the command as she struggled to get down. Silently obeying, I put her down, taking note of how she looked and it wasn’t pretty. Her hair, that was always neatly made, looked like a bird’s nest; twigs and leaves hanging from the knots. Her long white sleeping robe dirty and bloody from her waist down, she looked a royal mess; with a bunch of blankets wrapped around her upper half. “My Queen, what happened?” Beth asked as she handed me my medicine bag.

Tantalizing crimson eyes and jet black hair were all Lily could remember in the features of the enigmatic young man who saved her ten years ago when she was kidnapped. One day, she accidentally saw him again after ten years in the middle of a busy street in an unexplainable situation. Time froze for few seconds, people around her stopped moving, and in his snap of finger defreezes time, as the car in front of him lose control and crashed with the nearby truck. She was left dazed by what had just happened in front of her. The scene shocked her and triggered her memory of him. "The guy who saved me was no human," she murmured staring blankly, remembering their uncanny encounter a decade ago. "Grim Reaper?" Confusion was written on her face. He shook his head. "Non, I am Doom, and I bring death to people." After the street incident, she couldn't forget his face and his lines kept replaying in her dreams like a broken tape which made her wonder if this was part of the after-effects of her trauma or if it was destiny that aligned their stars to collide.

My husband's ex, Sarah Miller, once ditched him to chase a rich guy. When she came back, she was crippled, dragging along two scrawny kids. The day I found out I was pregnant, Jake Carter demanded a divorce. "Sarah is too weak to manage alone, and her kids need someone. I've got to step up," he said. I nodded calmly and went straight to the hospital for an abortion. In my past life, I fought to keep the baby and refused the divorce, even exposing Sarah's dirty secrets to the world. Her reputation was ruined. She became a pariah, and eventually, she took her kids and ended it all. In her blood-soaked suicide note, she blamed me for driving her to despair. Thus, Jake hated me to the core. He hired thugs to assault me, posted the video online, and spread lies that I was a cheater. In the end, he threw me and our child into the sea. As I died, he snarled, "This is what you get for killing Sarah!" When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day he demanded a divorce. This time, I agreed on the spot. Jake was thrilled, dreaming of winning Sarah back. What he didn't know was that, in my past life, I uncovered why Sarah was dumped. Her private life was a mess, and she caught AIDS.

My boyfriend, Christopher Linden, was short of 20 thousand dollars for his medical treatment. To get the money as soon as possible, I participated in a rich man's game onboard a lavish cruise. I didn't bat an eye as I jumped into the ocean to search for a bracelet one of their female companions had dropped in the water. As I choked on the ocean water, I heard the man in the lead mock me, saying, "I've seen plenty of the dirty things people are willing to do for money, but you take the cake. You're even willing to give up your life for it." Someone teased, "Your girlfriend doesn't like money and is willing to forgo everything to care for you. Do you love her?" He snorted. "She's just a peasant from the countryside; I'm only fooling around with her. You have no idea how coarse her hands are—they disgust me whenever she touches me. How could I possibly fall for her?" I turned ashen at his words. He was Christopher, who was supposed to be wheelchair-bound. He was also supposed to be too broke for surgery. The peasant from the countryside he was talking about was me.