Ella Escort

“Kneel!” He commanded towering over her petite frame like a predator out for his prey. She immediately complied staring up into his eyes. “That’s like a good girl!” he complimented leaning down to trace her lips with his hand. “or should I say good cop?” he asked smile morphing into a sly one. Her eyes widened as she gasped in shock. Mabel Page, an FBI agent who had slowly worked her way to the top of her unit was suddenly given an undercover mission to infiltrate a Mafia lord’s harem and reveal his crimes. She immediately decided to refuse the offer as she never took on anything sexually compromising. Well, that changed when she saw the name at the top of the file. Grey Creed. He was her bane in the past. The cause of her waking nightmares. The man she swore revenge on. Now given the opportunity to make him pay, she accepts it and becomes his escort. The problem now is that he is slowly becoming her drug. The cause of her erotic dreams. The man she is addicted to. Will she submit to him and forgo both her mission as well as her thirst for revenge? Or would she see to it that he pays for his crimes. Follow Mira as she sets on the path for revenge. And well, a little bit of pleasure.

WARNING: Mature Content - 18+ This book contains steamy content, profanities, and explicit language. Reader discretion is advised. "What are you doing?" I question, confused by how gentle he is tonight. He told me his rule: he will never be gentle, never kiss me passionately, never look at me with such eyes, but he has broken those rules tonight. Why? He pulls me closer to him, leaning in, he kisses me on my lips. * * * * * * * When the doctor informed Mae that her sister's illness was taking a toll and more money would be needed for her treatment, Mae doesn't think twice to get the money through any means. Even if it means being the little pet of the well-known playboy in town, Sin Hayes.

A man like Travis Sinclair wants nothing more than a woman who matches his sexual prowess and is used to getting everything he wants. A cold-hearted billionaire ,he lives by one rule — no love, no commitment. Ayanna Davies isn’t looking for a relationship. She’s focused on her work and the financial security it brings. As a high end escort, her client is full of filthy rich men who are willing to pay handsomely for her services. But when Travis Sinclair becomes one of her clients, she begins twice about mixing work with pleasure. Not knowing that he is an old acquaintance whom she despises.

“I don’t love you. I can never love a man like you.”With these words, I shattered his heart.… An heiress to the wealthy Rosedale family, Alina was forced to cruelly break up with her longtime boyfriend and love, Dante, abandoning him. Two years later, she is alone to fend for herself and her daughter Serena. Their paths reunite when she is harassed and kidnapped only to be rescued by Dante. But, he is no longer the man she knew and is instead a cruel, coldhearted Mafia Don, and his eyes are set on her for revenge. Dante, on reuniting with the woman who broke his heart years ago because of his status, is set on vindication. Seeing her struggling state and debt, he offers her a double edged deal; become his personal escort. How far will he go to break her? Will she be able to keep their child a secret? With rivals and danger surrounding them will they be able to rekindle their lost love or will they be torn apart?

(Mature contents for 18 years old or more) "I am not the holy woman that a man wants to marry. Too many men’s hands have touched me. I am dirty and unworthy to be beside you, much less to bear your child. I think the entire world will be against this. Sorry, I turn it down. Thank you for your offer, sir,” I replied in a trembling voice. It took just one day for Jennifer Swan to take a hundred and eighty degrees turn towards disaster. Her aunt sold her to a ruthless billionaire to make money for them and pay for her uncle’s cancer operation. But that evil billionaire put her in his famous brothel to be an escort. Several years later, she became a star and high-class escort that not all men can book without her will. One day, fate lead her to a new journey. A disabled billionaire came into her life, changed everything, and offer her a contract marriage. Since then, her life has turned three hundred and sixty degrees. Who is that disabled billionaire? Why he wants Jennifer so badly? How will Jennifer live next?

Kapit sa patalim si Meghan ng pumasok siya sa isang sikat na bar para magtrabaho. Her innocence caught the attention of their regular VIP customer named Brandon Cabwell, na isa sa pinakagwapo at pinakamayaman sa larangan ng business. Brandon sees girls as boy toys at wala sa bokabularyo nito ang salitang seryoso lalo na sa mga babaeng kagaya ni Meghan na sa tingin niya ay whore and gold-digger. He offered her to be his escort at pumayag siya dala na rin ng pangangailangan. Unexpectedly, Meghan got pregnant and she has nowhere to go. Brandon offered her to live with him but no feelings attached. Lingid sa kanyang kaalaman, matagal na siyang hinahangaan at iniibig ni Meghan but Brandon shows no love interest for her at all. Pinapangalagaan lamang nito ang kanyang imahe that's why he lend a hand to help her. Pero habang tumatagal unti unti ng nahuhulog si Brandon sa babaeng kailan man ay di niya pinangarap. Would he choose love over dignity and ego? or he would sacrifice his love for his image sake?

‼️ Warning : R-18 SSPG ‼️ Velora Venice, mabuting empleyada sa Solara Essence. Sa kabila niyon ay mayroon silang lihim na kasunduan ng kanyang boss na si Dewei Hughes. Isang araw sa piling ni Mr. Dewei Hughes, singkwenta mil ang ibinabayad nito sa kanya. Pangdagdag sa pang-dialysis ng kanyang kapatid at para sa gastusin nila sa bahay. Inalok siya ng boss niya ng isang gabing pagt@t*lik at babayaran siya ng malaking halaga. Pumayag din siyang maging isang exclusive escort ng isang mayamang estrangherong lalaki. Ginawa ni Velora ang magsakripisyo para mabuo ang malaking halagang kailangan sa kidney transplant ng kanyang nakakababatang kapatid na si Vanna.

Cuando la exnovia de mi esposo sufrió quemaduras con agua hirviendo, él, para castigarme, me metió en una vaporera lo suficientemente grande para una persona y subió la temperatura al máximo. —¡Pagarás el daño que sufrió Luciana, multiplicado por mil! —sentenció. Atrapada en ese espacio estrecho, apenas podía respirar, mientras mi cuerpo ardía y yo le suplicaba entre lágrimas: —¡Por favor, voy a morir! Pero él, abrazando a su exnovia, se marchó sin mirar atrás. —Tranquila, no morirás. ¡Pero sí entenderás el sufrimiento de Luciana! Grité desesperada dentro de la vaporera mientras el agua hirviendo, debajo de la bandeja, me salpicaba la piel. Poco a poco, mi voz se fue apagando. Él se fue de viaje al extranjero con su exnovia, y, solo una semana después, al regresar al país, recordó mi existencia. —Esa maldita ya debe haber aprendido su lección. ¡Sáquenla de ahí! Lo que él no sabía era que en aquella vaporera, que había dejado calentarse cuando el agua se evaporó, mi cadáver ya estaba cubierto de gusanos.

En mi vida pasada, mi hermano y mi prometido se unieron para sabotear mi empresa por mi mejor amiga. Mientras yo yacía bajo la lluvia torrencial después de quebrar, ellos se reían con desprecio junto a ella. —Valentina, ¡qué lástima nos das! —dijeron con burla. Cuando volví a abrir los ojos, había regresado tres años atrás, justo a la licitación de proyectos. En mi vida anterior, cuando recién comenzaba mi empresa, tanto mi hermano como mi prometido me advirtieron que no me permitirían aprovechar la influencia de mi familia ni de los Correa, alegando que sería injusto para los demás. Sin embargo, a sus espaldas, le entregaban a mi mejor amiga proyectos que me pertenecían, solo para verla sonreír. Al renacer, observé cómo ambos, igual que en mi vida pasada, manipulaban todo para entregarle mi trabajo a ella. Finalmente, comprendí la situación y me rendí por completo. Cuando se enteraron de que me iría al extranjero, mi hermano y mi prometido lanzaron fuegos artificiales toda la noche, celebrando haberse librado de esta carga que yo representaba. Pero, tres años después, cuando subí al escenario en la licitación de la Corporación Colosal como esposa del presidente, sus ojos se abrieron de par en par por la sorpresa.

Si tú y el primer amor de tu esposo sufren un accidente al mismo tiempo, ¿a quién rescataría él? Alejandro García alzó a su primer amor en brazos y se marchó. La vida se desvaneció: el hijo se había perdido y, con él, murió por dentro Sofía Herrera. Un acuerdo le había dado a Sofía la oportunidad de casarse con el hombre al que más quería. Todos sabían que había conseguido ese matrimonio luego de romper la relación entre Alejandro y su primer amor. Todo para quedárselo. Ella creyó que el tiempo lo haría valorarla, que eventualmente llegaría el momento en que él la mirara de verdad. Hasta el día en que tuvo que enterrar con sus propias manos los restos del bebé de tres meses que nunca llegó a nacer. Fue entonces cuando finalmente abrió los ojos. —Divorciémonos. Un acuerdo sencillo, para quedar a mano. Tres meses más tarde, bajo las luces brillantes y entre el murmullo de la multitud, ella subió al escenario a recibir un reconocimiento. Él la miró con sorpresa por algunos segundos antes de voltearse hacia los presentes con calma y decir: —Así es, ella es mi esposa. —¿Esposa? Sofía dibujó una sonrisa en sus labios mientras le pasaba el acuerdo de divorcio. —Disculpe, señor García, ahora soy su exesposa. Ese hombre siempre tan sereno y frío perdió el control en ese instante. Con los ojos inyectados en sangre y la voz quebrada, gritó: —¿Exesposa? ¡Yo jamás acepté eso!