Don't Talk

When he kissed her on his stage he loved it. T him she was an angel and she felt right in his arms. Little did he know whose daughter he was messing with and before he did, it was too late for any saving. Now that he blames her for his misfortune, she must pay no what what the cost is and he will stop at nothing till she does. Worse now that they live under the same roof or rather yet, same room. Will his thirsty for revenge cloud his judgement or will love conquer everything?

My wife, Lindsey Kelsey, suffers from an aversion to intimacy. For ten years of marriage, she pushed me away again and again. Then, on our anniversary, she abandoned me and, in front of the crowd, kissed another man with reckless passion before the two of them walked hand in hand into a luxury hotel. Afterward, Lindsey brazenly declared that a real man should be magnanimous, not petty. Magnanimous? Then I wish them both eternal bliss—may they be bound so tightly they can never break free from one another. Later, I handed Lindsey the divorce papers with a blank expression. I was determined to walk away from her. But Lindsey went mad when she realized she couldn't find me anymore.

She was back. She is innocent and beautiful. She was intimidated. He was ambitious. He is kind and handsome. He falls in love. In the sultry haze of passion’s fire, Two hearts collided, desire unbridled. Their love, a clandestine affair, Igniting flames that danced and swirled. Amidst tangled sheets and whispered vows, they wove a tale of stolen moments, Each touch a confession, each kiss a plea, To drown in the depths of their shared ecstasy. The moon bore witness to their stolen nights, As they traced constellations on bare skin, Their secrets etched in sweat and sighs, A love forbidden, yet impossible to rescind. But dawn arrived, cruel and unyielding, tearing them apart like fragile petals. Promises whispered, promises broken, Their hearts left bleeding, forever unsettled. And so, they became ghosts of passion, haunted by memories of that steamy affair, Their love a bittersweet ache, a silent confession, In the quiet hours when the world ceased to care. For love, once ignited, never truly dies, It lingers in the shadows, a smoldering flame, A testament to the heat of their stolen nights, A tale of love after a steamy affair, untamed.

My billionaire husband suffered from chronic insomnia for years. Only the sleep balm I made could help him sleep. On the night of our seventh wedding anniversary, his childhood sweetheart poured a basin of scalding water over the old camphor tree in our garden. I wept and tried to save the tree as she apologized, “I didn’t know you used its leaves to make the sleep balm.” My husband gently comforted her and ordered his men to tie me to the tree trunk instead. “What a precious tree. You’ll spend the rest of your days with it!” With my wrist fractured as a result, I filed for divorce immediately. A month later, my husband was unable to sleep late one night. He stood in the garden and stared at the withered camphor tree.

Ich war seit drei Jahren mit Alexander verheiratet. Jeder fürchtete seine Rücksichtslosigkeit, doch er war immer unglaublich sanft zu mir. Aber seit Elena vor sechs Monaten während eines Schusswechsels eine Kugel für ihn abgefangen hatte, änderte sich alles. Er sagte immer, sie sei verletzt worden, um ihn zu retten, also musste ich verständnisvoll sein. Auf dem prestigeträchtigsten Gala des Familienclans kam mein Mann – der Don, Alexander – mit seiner Sekretärin Elena an seiner Seite. An ihrer Brust prangte das Rubin-Brosche, das die Position der Donna der Familie symbolisierte. „Elena hat eine Kugel für mich abgefangen. Sie mochte die Brosche, also habe ich ihr erlaubt, sie eine Weile zu tragen. Trotzdem bist du die einzige Donna hier. Versuche, ein wenig Klasse zu zeigen.“ Ich widersprach ihm nicht. Ich zog einfach meinen Ehering ab und zog die Scheidungsunterlagen heraus: „Da sie den Ring so sehr mag, soll sie ihn doch behalten. Ebenso diesen Platz neben dir. Den gebe ich auch auf.“ Alexander unterschrieb ohne zu zögern, ein kaltes Lächeln auf seinem Gesicht. „Welcher manipulative Trick spielst du jetzt? Du bist ein Waisenkind, von deiner Familie getrennt, du wirst keine drei Tage auf Sicily überleben. Ich warte darauf, dass du zurückkommst und mich anflehst.“ Ich zog ein verschlüsseltes Satellitentelefon hervor, das ich seit drei Jahren nicht mehr benutzt hatte. Alexander wusste nicht, dass ich eigentlich die jüngste Tochter der ältesten Mafia-Familie in Europa war. Doch meine Familie und Alexanders waren seit jeher Feinde. Um ihn zu heiraten, hatte ich meinen Namen geändert und sogar den Kontakt zu meinem Vater und meinen Brüdern abgebrochen. Der Anruf wurde verbunden. Ich atmete tief ein und flüsterte: „Papa, ich bereue es. Schick jemand, um mich in zwei Wochen abzuholen.“

Chance takes another drink of beer and points his finger at Alex. "I bet you can't." Alex doesn't understand why they think it is such a big deal. He can go without s*x if he wanted to. He just doesn't want to. What is so wrong with that? They should be thankful. It keeps him entertained and relaxed. Alex points his finger back at him. "I bet I can." Will Alex find it as easy as he thinks it will be to win the bet? Or will he run into some obstacles along the way? One of which is a tan muscular man who is willing to help Alex with whatever Alex needs, but is the man's help to win the bet or to win Alex?

Three days ago, I almost died. A birthday cake was needed for my sister, Rosa Esposito's birthday, so my dad told me to pick it up. He claimed that this was my way of making it up to Rosa for accidentally spilling coffee onto her new dress. When I was cornered in an alley by the thugs, I was in the middle of sending Rosa an apology text. They covered my mouth and dragged me into a van. That was when I heard them say, "Yup, that's her alright. That's the bitch named Rosa Esposito." I shook my head, trying to explain that I wasn't Rosa at all. But my name didn't matter at all when blows started raining down on me. That was how I spent the next three days in living hell. By the time I wake up in the hospital, my phone harbors a new family photo sent by Rosa. It features my dad, my older brother, Rafael Esposito, as well as my husband, Enzo Vitale. All three of them can be seen surrounding Rosa. When I was in the middle of getting pinned on the ground while feeling blades slashing my skin, these people were celebrating Rosa's birthday happily with her. Later on, Rosa smiles at my face. "Do you have any idea how much I hate that face of yours? I also hate how much better you are than me as well as the fact that everyone likes you more than me! "That's why I've robbed all of their love from you… be it Dad, Rafael, or your husband! You, on the other hand, deserve to be alone till the day you die!" At that moment, I've made three choices. First, I forge a miscarriage report. Next, I place a signed divorce agreement into a giftbox. Finally, I dial the number of my mentor, Sofia Bianchi. There, I agree to participate in a classified project research that will last for ten years without getting in contact with anyone. Since then, I, Valentina Esposito, have never existed in this world.

Meadows Potter spent eight years of her life with a man who had only vowed to marry her if she gave him her body. Naive enough, she fell for it despite her best friend’s warning, only to wake up the next day and find out he was already married. Weeks later, she discovered she was pregnant. With no other choice, she had to find a man who would pretend to be her boyfriend while she stayed for two months with her relatives in LA. It shouldn't have been her best friend. Not Cody Larson, a.k.a. Ice. Not the notorious dirt biker her parents despised, and especially not the man who was secretly, deeply in love with her—though she was blind to it. Will she fall for him during their time in LA, or will her thirst for revenge and stubborn blindness destroy the very love she had been craving all her life? Find out now in Best Friend's Shouldn't Date.

His fingers were already at the lace between my thighs when he pushed me against the marble vanity, breath hot, voice darker than sin, his arousal pressing against my throbbing core. "Open your legs for me, Mrs Valentino." He didn’t wait. He plunged into me roughly, his mouth trailing down my neck like he owned it. I hated the way my body arched for him. I hated even more that he smirked when it did. I was supposed to be terrified, not trembling for the man who forced a ring onto my finger two days after abducting me. Before Dante Valentino touched me like that... before he whispered filth and promises into my ears, I was Valentina Morrison: a quiet girl, psychology graduate, volunteer counselor blissfully unaware that my entire life was a lie. I didn’t know the truth about my parents. I didn't know my bloodline belonged to a mafia empire that their hands were filled with blood. I only knew one thing the night I witnessed a murder in a Manhattan alley and it was that I was going to die...until he showed up. Dante, the most feared Italian boss in New York. He was ruthless and calculating. He didn't save me, he claimed me. Only because I’m not just some civilian. I'm the last surviving Castellano heir, the one piece of leverage that can rewrite the entire underworld. So Dante forced a marriage to protect me. To control me. To bind me to him in pleasure and law. And somewhere between running from gunfire and running from him, I made the worst mistake possible: I let the devil touch me. I let his hands teach my body a language my mind despises but my body craves. I let him explore me.

Sometimes love demands a second chance, but it will never be bought, no matter the amount. Michael Carrington promised himself after losing his wife that he was done with love. No more investing in anything he wasn’t capable of walking away. Sex and high-dollar business deals would become the center of his world. Throw in a touch of danger, and he has all he needs outside of a new assistant. Rainey Foster has finally graduated college, and as a struggling single mom, she just needs someone to give her a chance. She’s willing to go all in with the right employer, as long as the buck stops there. He can have her time, her commitment and her attention, but no one will ever have her heart again. She thinks she has things figured out until she comes face to face with the illustrious Michael Carrington. Powerful. Confident. Sexy as all get out. Lust might ignite the flame between them, but love will have its way.