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After a sudden, brutal breakup, I unexpectedly ran into Pierce Donovan at a hotel—with another woman in his arms. He coldly told me he wasn’t interested in my body. But that all changed when I knocked on his door late at night, wearing something a little more daring. Before I could react, he pulled me into his arms, his voice low and commanding, "Don’t cover yourself. I want to have a good look at you."

Ce livre parle d’une qui a commencer à être violee tres tôt lorsque sa maman partais au travail , le mari de sa mère la violee à chaque fois parfois il rentrait tôt de son travail souvent c’était dans la nuit. La première fois il l’a droguait et la seconde fois il employait d’autres méthodes

Na véspera do meu noivado, uma notícia bombástica explodiu nas redes sociais: a sugar baby do meu noivo tinha acabado de dar à luz. O escândalo estava em todo lugar. Antes mesmo que eu pudesse confrontar Thiago Monteiro, ele se antecipou a explicar com a calma de quem não devia nada: — Isso não passa de um acidente. Concentre-se no jantar de noivado. Além disso, seu pai está em estado terminal. Cancelar essa união agora não seria vantajoso para nossas famílias. Naquela noite, Thiago sequer apareceu no jantar. Em vez disso, postou no Instagram uma foto do recém-nascido. — Tenho cuidado do bebê, então não tenho tempo para você. Na minha família, há gerações só nasce um herdeiro por vez. Essa criança é muito importante. — Disse ele, limpando a boca do bebê com delicadeza, sem culpa. — Mas fique tranquila. Quando o bebê completar um mês, mando para a Inglaterra. Em ocasiões importantes, você pode aparecer como mãe dele. O título de Sra. Monteiro será sempre seu. Fixei o olhar na aliança idêntica à minha, agora um símbolo vazio. Soltei uma risada amarga: — Thiago, é melhor cancelarmos o noivado. Ele riu, carregado de desdém: — Vai causar tudo isso por bobagem? Pare de agir como criança. Sem hesitar, encerrei a videochamada e disquei o número particular de Henrique Monteiro, pai dele. — Ouvi dizer que procura uma nova esposa. Que tal considerar a mim? — Perguntei, acariciando meu ventre com um sorriso irônico. — Tenho fertilidade invejável. Quantos filhos quiser, posso dar. "A família Monteiro sempre teve tão poucos herdeiros que chega a ser melancólico. Acho que está na hora de eu garantir que Thiago ganhe mais alguns irmãos para animar as coisas."

Travis Villaflor does not lose. In business, he conquers. In life, he dominates. With godlike beauty, ruthless intelligence, and power that bends men twice his size, he has built an empire where everything and everyone falls into place exactly as he commands. And he belongs to Cathyrine Reva. At least, that is the lie he has repeated for years. Because there was once a boy. Raine Montemayor. Fifteen years of age. Soft-eyed and devoted. Recklessly in love. A boy who trembled but still offered everything. His body, his heart, his soul. And the confession, it terrified him. So he crushed it. “I’m straight,” he said coldly. “I only see you as a brother.” And just like that, he destroyed the only person who had ever looked at him as if he were something more than a god. Raine left for Canada soon after. Travis thought distance would erase the memory. Well, it didn’t. Years later, Raine returns. But the boy Travis rejected is gone. The man who steps off the plane is controlled and polished. Sinfully beautiful. His smile no longer innocent, but knowing. His presence no longer pleading, but commanding. Raine no longer looks like he belongs to him. And that is unacceptable. He has a girlfriend, a reputation and a name built on control. Yet every time Raine turns away from him… every time someone else dares to touch him… Jealousy tastes like blood in his mouth. He wants to drag him close. Mark him. Remind him. “You think you’ve outgrown me?” Travis murmurs one night, voice low and dangerous. “You think you can come back here and pretend I don’t own every part of you? You're wrong baby. You're mine, only mine. Even your brothers can do nothing about it. I possess you.

Travis Villaflor does not lose. In business, he conquers. In life, he dominates. With godlike beauty, ruthless intelligence, and power that bends men twice his size, he has built an empire where everything and everyone falls into place exactly as he commands. And he belongs to Cathyrine Reva. At least, that is the lie he has repeated for years. Because there was once a boy. Raine Montemayor. Fifteen years of age. Soft-eyed and devoted. Recklessly in love. A boy who trembled but still offered everything. His body, his heart, his soul. And the confession, it terrified him. So he crushed it. “I’m straight,” he said coldly. “I only see you as a brother.” And just like that, he destroyed the only person who had ever looked at him as if he were something more than a god. Raine left for Canada soon after. Travis thought distance would erase the memory. Well, it didn’t. Years later, Raine returns. But the boy Travis rejected is gone. The man who steps off the plane is controlled and polished. Sinfully beautiful. His smile no longer innocent, but knowing. His presence no longer pleading, but commanding. Raine no longer looks like he belongs to him. And that is unacceptable. He has a girlfriend, a reputation and a name built on control. Yet every time Raine turns away from him… every time someone else dares to touch him… Jealousy tastes like blood in his mouth. He wants to drag him close. Mark him. Remind him. “You think you’ve outgrown me?” Travis murmurs one night, voice low and dangerous. “You think you can come back here and pretend I don’t own every part of you? You're wrong baby. You're mine, only mine. Even your brothers can do nothing about it. I possess you.

Do I need to cut off someone’s limbs, little flame?” he growled into my ear. I tilted my head instinctively “He’s nothing you need to worry about,” I whispered. “I’m not worried, baby. I’m annoyed.” His growled. But I barely processed his words. “You called me baby,” I said, stunned. “And?” “I didn’t think wolves used such... terms of endearment.” He chuckled darkly. “We use whatever we want, ‘baby.’ Those words aren’t reserved for other species.” He kissed the side of my neck, slow and possessive. My lips parted in shock and hunger. Hunger for him. For more of his words that seemed to touch not just my heart, but the deepest, most vulnerable parts of me. “You’re in an awfully good mood,” I whispered, biting my lip to stop a moan. “I deserve it. I’ve been in a terrible mood since I left you in that hallway three nights ago. I can’t wait to be done with this damn party so I can kiss you properly.” His voice was thick with want. I felt weightless and boneless. Every nerve in my body tuned to him. He was too much. “Are you finally free?” I asked, my voice shaky from how turned on I was. “I’m not, little flame,” he said, biting my ear and licking the same spot after. “But for tonight? You have me all to yourself.” “Sounds exciting,” I breathed. “It is. Are you wet yet?” he whispered, voice like molten sin. “I am. Very.” “Good,” he murmured. “Stay like that all night. It will get worse but you’ll think of me while we mingle. And then, when this party is over, when you can’t take the ache anymore, I’ll let you come.”

Dos semanas antes de la boda, Nelson decidió posponerla una vez más. —Ivana inaugura su primera exposición de arte ese día —me dijo—. Estará sola y nerviosa. Tengo que estar ahí para apoyarla. Al final, tú y yo ya estamos juntos, ¿qué más da casarnos un día antes o después? Pero ya era la tercera vez que aplazaba nuestra boda por aquella mujer. La primera, Ivana acababa de operarse y sentía nostalgia de la comida de su tierra, por lo que Nelson no dudó en viajar al extranjero y quedarse con ella durante dos meses. La segunda, Ivana decidió irse al bosque en busca de inspiración para pintar y él, preocupado por su seguridad, fue tras ella. Esta era la tercera. Colgué la llamada y miré a César, mi amigo de toda la vida, quien se encontraba sentado frente a mí, relajado, jugando con su bastón de esmeralda, cuyo golpeteo en el piso de mármol rompía el silencio entre nosotros. —¿Todavía necesitas esposa? —le pregunté, sonriendo con picardía. El día de mi boda, Ivana sonreía radiante, copa en mano, esperando el brindis del hombre a su lado. Pero él, con los ojos rojos, observaba en silencio la transmisión en vivo de la boda del heredero del Grupo Santos, el imperio inmobiliario más grande del país.

Bristol Maccabee's father is in danger. She sacrifices something dear to her to save him, but the mafia man has other plans for her.

Mia's world turned upside down the day her own flesh and blood, her father, traded her to the creatures of the night. She was powerless in the face of his betrayal, forced into a life of servitude and submission at the hands of her new masters. The darkness of her captivity surrounded her like a shroud. Yet, amidst the hopelessness and fear that threatened to consume her, Mia struggles with an unexpected and forbidden emotion: attraction. Her captor was unlike any other creature she had encountered before - powerful, alluring, and utterly captivating. Despite her anger and resentment towards him for holding her captive, Mia could not help but be drawn to the raw power and magnetism that he exuded. She wondered how long she could resist the pull that seemed to grow stronger with each passing day. But even as she grappled with her feelings, Mia remained determined to escape her captors and break free from the chains that bound her.

A young woman, on the brink of death, has her life eternally changed forever. Sloan refuses to play the victim and becomes a strong Bounty Hunter who only needs to count on herself for survival. Her mission is to take down the scum of the earth, in hopes to save an innocent victim from sharing in her trauma. She enjoys her life of solitude, but what happens when she has a run-in with a soon to be Alpha while she's after a murderer? Will they tear each other apart or will Sloan find herself part of something she never imagined? Copyright ©2021 by Cc Lopez. All rights reserved.