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The Mills Family Series BOOK 1- Her Accidental Billionaire Husband "With the power vested in me, I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride," The priest said and I felt my heart skip a beat. The guy came closer to me, with a bright smile. What is he trying to do? he wasn't supposed to lift the veil or even kiss me, I stared at him in confusion. He held the veil and gently lifted it off my face. His smile was suddenly replaced by a shocked expression, then he asked "Where is Zara?.... Where is my bride?" Rosaline Robinson agrees to marry an old man to save her mum's company. On the day of her wedding, she accidentally married the wrong person, who turned out to be Frederick Mills, the country's wealthiest billionaire. How did this happen? Will Frederick accept her as his wife? BOOK 2- Hailey and Victor's Love Story Hailey, Fredrick Mill's sister has been in love with Victor, Fredrick's assistant since the first day she set her eyes on him. But then, Victor never seems to notice. Hailey travels from New York to Sydney, Australia to finally make him notice her. Will she succeed? BOOK 3- THE NEXT GENERATION OF THE MILLS FAMILY Tina Mills, Ryan Mills and their cousin Ethan face various challenges as heirs to the Mills empire. Amidst all these, they get to explore various emotions and find love. But then, emotions can lead you to the wrong person, right?

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I've stood before a priest and sworn my vows to the same man seven times. And for the seventh time, I've signed divorce papers in front of the family lawyer. At our first wedding, the youngest Capo of the Throne family held my hand and promised, "From this day forward, my life is yours and yours alone." But whenever his childhood sweetheart stirred up trouble and needed his protection, Carter's vow to me would conveniently become a sanctuary for her. "Tessa's in trouble again, Maeve. For your own safety, we have to get a divorce for now." The first time I was forced to divorce, I threatened him with the honor of our families' alliance, even vowing to expose his betrayal at a family gathering. His men dragged me out of the manor. The third time I signed the papers, I humbled myself, sneaking into the family's private club just to catch a glimpse of him from afar. By the sixth time, I had learned to quietly pack my few belongings in this house of lies, without putting up a fight. My breakdowns and desperate, undignified attempts to save us were only ever met with Carter's reliable promise to remarry me, just before another round of the divorce game he played for Tessa's sake. Until this time. After hearing Tessa was returning to New York from Italy, I didn't wait for Carter to speak. I placed the signed divorce papers in his study myself. Just like always, he casually set a date for our remarriage. But he didn't know that day was the day I would disappear from his world forever.

Sometimes God gave you what you want, sometimes you were born a werewolf rather than some pathetic little human, sometimes you got a chance to become a Human queen and rule both species… And, just like that, sometimes life fucked you up by letting you meet your mate whom you're supposed to reject, sometimes things get even more fucked up when your mate turns out to be a priest, the person who raised you, and sometimes your fucked up mind decided to seduce him. No, the fucked up things didn't stop yet, sometimes that person who always treated you like a child, the person who was not even supposed to touch any woman, responds to your innocent kiss by eating up your wet filthy hole as if his life depended on it as if the world is ending, and he will never get to eat again, and the thing between your thighs seems like the sweetest dessert to him. And finally, sometimes, you forget all the rules, you forget what is right and what is wrong when your miserable heart dares to yearn for someone you weren't even supposed to dream about, a saint. ••• " Remove your clothes, Freya.", he ordered in a low husky voice. But I didn't move...couldn't move as I watched him. His big body leaned over a bundle of dry grass, tight black shirt covered his hard chest, two buttons open, showing his pale white skin, his belt...now opened, slack just down enough for his dick to pop out, thick veiny shaft, wrapped under his slender fingers, its head, red as if his dick was angry. And when I looked up at his face, I couldn't believe he was the same man who raised me!

BLURB I stare numbly at the man before me, my eyes already burning with hot, salty tears. “Did I not make it clear that you’re mine?” He growls sharply. “How many times do I have to tell you that you belong to me, Aella? You’re mine. This wedding is going to happen… and there’s nothing you or anyone else can do to stop me.” I shut my eyes, finally loosing the battle with my tears as they stream down my cheeks in torrents. I turn to the priests desperately. Right now, he’s my only hope. “Don’t I get a choice, priest? Isn’t my consent needed for this?” Roman takes another step forward and this time, I’m pressed up against his hot, hard chest. “Do not start a war you cannot finish, princess. This marriage is happening. Until death do us part.” ________________ What would you do if you walked into school one day to see your best friend aggressively locking lips with your boyfriend? Aella is the average New York college girl. However, her life takes a dark turn when she arrives at school one day to the horrible sight of her so-called best friend and her boyfriend, Roman, making out at the library. Hurt and betrayed, Aella runs out of the building only to be hit by a car. Waking up from a two year long coma, she finds Roman waiting for her with only one mission in mind……. to make sure she forgives him and takes him back. Because she belongs to him and him alone. Aella tries to refuse him but her parents are indebted to him and there's no escaping his trap. He’s the darkest of all the gods… and her worst nightmare.

His hand reached for the nape of my neck, pulling me closer to his face. I whimpered, trying to move away, but he held me firmly. "Listen here, princess. I won't let some pathetic whore ruin my family. So, you'll stay silent and do exactly what I tell you to. Because if you don't, I won't hesitate to fuck you into this bed and leave you alone and broken. Understand?" He growled. ******* When Enzo saw Avelina walking down the aisle instead of his lover, he realized his grandmother had deceived him. Despite his anger, he knew he couldn't change it. He would have to marry her if he wanted to take over the family's business. She had won. As the priest declared them husband and wife, he stared at Avelina, realizing she'd known all along. She'd infiltrated his family for money, a true gold-digger. But she'd married her worst nightmare. Avelina Marquez, once Margaret Salvatore's caregiver, owed her everything. She had removed her from the shackles of poverty and paid off her family's mortgage after her father's death, she forever feels indebted to the older woman. When Margaret's dying wish was for Avelina to marry her grandson, she couldn't refuse, unaware he didn't consent. He vowed revenge, but would she prevail in this unexpected union? "I would make your life a living hell Avelina Marquez. Mark my words." Enzo gritted out as he stormed out of the room.

My sister, Bella, had a baby in a back-alley shithole. Then she disappeared. A midwife tracked me down using an address Bella left behind. She shoved the newborn at me like a sack of garbage. My parents fell to their knees. Crying. Begging me to take her bastard. Just like that, my future as a promising artist was gone. The neighbors, the priest, my landlord… they all called me a whore. A sinner who had disgraced God. They ran me out of the neighborhood . My life was over. Eighteen years later, Bella waltzed back into my life. A cheap thug with a fake Rolex dangled from her arm. She held my son, crocodile tears streaming down her face. She called me jealous. Accused me of stealing her flesh and blood. Of keeping a mother from her child. And my son? The one I bled myself dry for? The son I poured every last cent into, turning him into a brilliant painter? The son I starved for, so much that I ended up in a hospital bed? The moment he saw his "real" mother, he cast me aside without a second thought. "You pathetic, broke bitch!" he spat. "You stole everything from us! All the happiness that was supposed to be ours!" My parents threw me out like a dog. Bella's thug husband had his men corner me in the red-light district. They pinned me against a wall, their threats vile and clear: Never come back. I had no way out. I threw myself off the Brooklyn Bridge. Then, I opened my eyes. I was back. Eighteen years in the past. Then came the knock. Hell had found my door. I wasn’t going to be the fool who gave everything and got nothing. This time, I took control.

Part 1 - Fated Mistake: Kira and Arkyn As the daughter of Alpha Kai, Kira knew not to doubt what the Goddess had already carved in stone. A Fated mafia marriage of alliance in play to strengthen the packs. It should have been easy, right? Then why was it so damn hard? Alpha Fenriz's son, Arkyn Vega, made her question everything she thought she knew... Everything that should have never been doubtful in the first place. The Goddess chose her mate, so why does she still feel this way about Arkyn? Why does she still crave the touch of a man who is supposed to be her best friend? When her mate takes the Volkov pack hostage, it forces Kira to pick sides. Does she follow fate and remain at her mate's side, or trust the one she has an unbreakable bond with? Did the Goddess make a fatal mistake? ---------- Part 2 - Fated Desire: Kaia and Elijah Elijah Priest and Kaia Volkova thought their lust-filled tryst was a one-time thing, especially after they found out that Kaia was to marry Arkyn Vega. It didn't matter that they were attracted to one another; it didn't matter that it turned out Kaia was actually Arkyn's family.  It also didn't matter that their one-time thing turned into a continuous thing. It was just sex, right? Or so Elijah thought. Seeing Kaia meet her mate at the Convergence Ball leads him to realize that he's actually in love with the woman who lit a fire in his soul. What happens when he finds out Kaia cannot bond with her mate because of a mistaken bite he left in the middle of a sex-filled haze? Even more so, her bite didn't kill him and his blood didn't kill her... Can a vampire and a werewolf truly be mates?

Seventeen-year-old Nora Macie has spent her entire life surviving in the shadows of the Collins mansion. Her mother is the underpaid and mute housekeeper who raised Nora to stay silent, stay small, and stay invisible. Master Stephan Collins pays Nora’s tuition at Riverbrook High, a constant reminder that their lives belong to the family. Especially to Asher Collins, the arrogant heir who is expected to take over the Collins food empire. Nora obeys the rules she was raised with: do not look at Master Asher, do not speak to Master Asher, do not fall for Master Asher. His mother drilled them into her every month. She has always kept her distance from him, until one humiliating accident shatters her carefully controlled world. One night, she films a private sex tape meant for her eyes only. She tries to delete it, but her fingers slip, and the video is sent straight to Asher Collins, the guy who is also her stepbrother! She expects humiliation, exposure, and ruin. Instead, Asher watches it with hunger, curiosity, and a dangerous idea. When he discovers her hopeless crush on James Porter, the flawless leader of the Library Club, he offers a deal. He will transform her into someone unforgettable, someone every boy at Riverbrook High notices. Refuse, and he will tell his mother that the maid’s daughter is in love with him. The makeover ignites chaos. Rich boys notice her. James notices her. Damien Priest, Asher’s rival, notices her. And worst of all, Asher begins to want her too. The quiet maid’s daughter is suddenly the center of a war she never asked for—a war of obsession, jealousy, and temptation. And the boy who is supposed to help her might be the one who destroys her.

“I now pronounce you as a husband and wife. You may kiss the bride!” The priest announced and I froze. I knew I was cursed the moment this blood oath was taken which bound me to hell, the hell of this Sinner. My eyelids raised to see the ugly creation of god. My husband! Vladimir Sokolov! His rugged face carved with uncountable ugly marks stung my slow beating heart. His hazel green eyes held a satisfied dark shadow as He pulled me close, raised my chin and whispered coldly, “From this very moment, you share the crown of Bratva’s pakhan. Prepare yourself to bear its weight, Babochka. Because I own your existence now!” He slammed his cold lips on my trembling ones, punishing me with a brutal kiss. Tears pricked my eyes with disgust but I tolerated his touch for the sake of my family. My eyes followed the part of the audience, Russians, who burst into cheers while the other party, Italians, looked at me with remorse and pitiful gazes. Oh yes, how could I forget I was the sacrificed lamb thrusted into hell to get scorched for a lifetime. But No. I still had the last hope to save myself from this cursed fate, this cursed marriage. ………….. Born in a sin will definitely be called the Sinner. Without morality and mercy, Vladimir Sokolov the Bratva’s Pakhan ruled the city with an iron fist. Due to the influence of some political parties He had to marry the Daughter from La Camorra. Rose Barbieri! Marry her, have his heir and wear the title of family man, that's what He planned to do but what He didn’t imagine was that his innocent, submissive wife was someone who would burn the flames of his hell into ashes one day.