Dorian Gray Painting

“Who do you belong to?” He asked, his breath hot against my face as I straddled him. The way his arms wrapped around my waist made my breath hitch, and I clutched onto his shirt tighter. “Answer me,” he thundered, making me shudder in fright. “I belong to Prince Darion,” I muttered, my voice low. I could feel the sound of my erratic heartbeat drumming against my chest, yet I could only grind my teeth against each other. … Chosen by Darion Gray, I'd become his possession, unable to escape even if I wanted to. Not only had he owned my body, but my soul as well. What I hadn't expected was for me to fall for a man who had worn a mask since the beginning. A mask he never took off.

Ilana accepted the heartbreak her husband Gray inflicted in her—embracing the pain and relationship failure. She has experienced heartbreak twice—both from men who shared the same last names, Montemayor. The heartbreak didn’t kill her—it kept her alive, and afraid to love again. However, an uninvited visitor came to her door—trying its luck to be embraced like how it should be. Ilana tried so hard to avoid her growing feelings. However, the certain man who was just another presence in her life became everything to her. She forgot how she was before him. She laughed. She joked. She teased. All after he came. If this is another chance for Ilana to love again, she won’t deny it cold-heartedly. But how can she give this love a chance when the root of her love trauma left something in her that she could never get rid of?

Even after being married for three years, my husband treats me like a stranger. When I throw up blood from pregnancy complications, he's in the prayer room chanting for his foster sister, Yvie Springton. He accuses me of being dramatic. If Yvie so much as gets a headache, he drops everything and flies overseas to be by her side. When his parents are in critical condition after a car crash, I beg him to go see them one last time. But what does he do? He claims I'm cursing Yvie. When I go into early labor and cling to life after giving birth to our son, he posts a photo of his international boarding pass on social media. At his parents' funeral, he returns to the country with Yvie and demands I leave the marriage with nothing. The day our divorce finalizes, he holds a wedding ceremony with her. I bury his parents alone. Then, at an exclusive auction, dead set on winning the famous painting for Yvie, he offered a staggering price. Even his accounts are frozen. That's when he finally realizes he's been disowned by the Springton family. His eyes are bloodshot, and he's furious as he demands answers. I simply gesture for my lawyer to step forward. He says, "Mr. Springton, take a look at this will."

He’s her one shot at freedom. She’s his only chance to believe in love. But falling for each other might get them both killed. After seven years as Scott's best friend, Stacy drops a bombshell: she’s leaving New York for an arranged marriage to Luca Cattaneo, the heir to one of America’s most feared mafia dynasties. Only then does Scott realize he’s been in love with her all along. A stolen kiss changes everything. painting a target on Scott’s back when it's aired on live TV. To protect him, Stacy activates a dead man’s switch seven years in the making and defies her father, Don Angelo Luciano, the most powerful mob boss in the country. But Don Angelo doesn’t forgive. And he never lets go. Scott, haunted by his past and terrified of love, stands by Stacy anyway. His quiet loyalty and fierce love crack the walls around her heart. For the first time, she dares to imagine a future outside her family’s bloody legacy. But the mafia plays a long game. When her father outsmarts the savant mafia princess, Stacy begs Scott to walk away. Instead, he sacrifices everything to go on the run with her. As starcrossed love battles legacy and their lives hang in the balance, one question remains: can Stacy outrun the empire she was born to rule or will it destroy them both?

SYNOPSIS: DARANA One heist ,Three women, one jewel. My job was simple. Get into the fucking party, distract the old lady while Adrika got the damn jewel. It was going well until the grandson appeared. All gray eyed and clad in a suit so tight, my eyes were immediately glued to his sculpted body. This was going to be a problem because not only did I have to distract the old lady,I'd have to seduce her grandson too!. Her handsome grandson, who hadn't taken his eyes off me since he walked into the room. It shouldn't be difficult, After all… I wasn't called the mistress of deception for nothing. *************** Darana belongs to the Twilight Rose trio. Being the mistress of seduction and deception, she walks into the Titterington Empire with her head held high. But what happens when the grandson,Niklaus Titterington sees through her games, or worse still, offers her a deal she can't refuse?

On the night of my fifth wedding anniversary with Sebastian Gray, he lit up the entire city with fireworks for me. All our friends kept saying what a wonderful man he was—so loving, so romantic. The kind of husband every woman dreams of. At the grand finale, the fireworks burst into words that lit up the night sky: Happy Birthday, Jen. Jennifer Kingsley was Sebastian's first love, his ideal woman, the one who had always lingered in his heart. Sebastian looked at me, his expression almost sheepish. "Ah, it's Jen's birthday too. They must have mixed up the fireworks." That night, Jennifer posted on her social media: "Men are boys till the day they die, always fumbling their way through romance." She added a picture of the fireworks, along with a photo of her and Sebastian standing close under the dazzling display. I liked her post and left a comment: "From school to altar—what a touching love story. When's the wedding?"

I set fire to my painting in front of the entire academy. Thunderous applause erupts from the crowd as everyone thinks it's some kind of performance art. Unlike them, Willow Laurent is distraught. She rushes up and grabs my hand, questioning in a shrill voice, "Cassidy Seymour, have you gone mad? This is your only chance to prove yourself!" I shake her hand off me coldly. My only chance? No… What she means is that it's her chance. In my past life, I created this masterpiece with all my heart and soul. But she stole it from me and submitted it as her entry first. Whether it was the composition, the colors, or even my original dot-stippling technique… She replicated every detail flawlessly. Then, she won the National Young Artists Gold Award, signed with a top gallery, and became a rising star. And what about me? I was condemned as a shameless plagiarist. Insults and curses gradually drowned me. "You shouldn't be an artist!" "Plagiarists are scum! They should just die!" Her fans stormed into my studio, smashed my art supplies, and broke my right hand. As I saw no end to the hell that I was living in, I jumped down from the top floor of my studio. When I open my eyes again, I'm back to the very day she first accuses me of plagiarism.

After being unceremoniously dumped in her sophomore year of college, Elizabeth makes the reckless decision to sleep with the elusive Sebastian Gray, who she’d been crushing on for ages. Just one night and she’ll never see him again, she thinks. That decision comes back to bite her in the ass when she returns home for her mother’s wedding a year later and finds out that her soon to be stepfather is none other than Sebastian! Forced to bear the brunt of the consequences while biting her tongue, Elizabeth resolves to avoid Sebastian from now on. But it turns out to be a futile effort as the first person she sees on her list of professors for senior year is HIM! If she didn’t know any better, she’d think he enjoyed torturing her. Because every time he’s close to her, all of her common sense flies out the window. And his touches are becoming far too frequent for it to be coincidental…

Rosalind spent years training to avenge her brother’s death at the hands of the Lycan prince. Their families signed a truce, but hatred doesn’t fade..it festers. Branded weak because she cannot shift, she knows her only chance at strength lies in finding her mate. She signed up to a mixed military and intelligence academy with the intention of getting stronger only to find the target of her revenge is at the same academy as her and even worse, he was her combat captain. On her twenty-first birthday, surrounded by celebration and the scent of destiny, fate betrays her. The mate bond snaps into place but it doesn’t tie her to safety, it binds her to him. Aklan Draven, her brother’s killer. Aklan's gray eyes burn with the same hatred, the same desire he shouldn’t feel. The truce, the past, every vow of vengeance threatens to unravel in the fire of a bond neither can resist. To claim each other could heal their broken packs… or ignite another war that destroys them both.

My husband tells me he's a wanted fugitive. He doesn't want to drag me down with him, so he turns himself in and tells me to marry another. My heart aches for him. I scrimp and save to raise our son while waiting for him to be released from prison. It's only when my hair has gone gray that I learn the truth—I see him holding his true love's hand as they go shopping. They buy luxury products like they cost nothing. Only then do I understand that he pretended to be thrown behind bars to be rid of me and our son. When I open my eyes again, I'm taken back to the day my husband pretended to be a fugitive. I immediately call the police and give them the evidence of his crimes. He likes acting like a fugitive, doesn't he? He can spend the rest of his life behind bars, then.