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“ One month is all we’ve got for our contract marriage whatever right.” I asked as he held me by my neck, looking at me seductively. “ What if I make Mr no emotions fall for me?, do I get a chance to stay longer?.” “ Let’s see you try Ari.” He said still looking me with lust in his eyes and in one touch, he tore my nighty off my body. After being the perfect wife and enduring all her husband’s misdeeds for 2 years, Ariana gets fed up and throws divorce papers on Raymond’s face after signing them. She leaves his house, returning all he gave to her. One hotel clash changes Ariana’s life, introducing her to the devil himself, a man who sees women as tools to use when ever he feel like. He makes her the Vice President of his company, making her ex husband Raymond beg at her feet for a collaboration. What will happen when Ariana finds out she was just a pawn to get back at Raymond, and what will she do after she finds out the relationship between Trevor and her ex mother in law.?

At the factory, my arm is pulled into a machine. After the surgery, the factory supervisor tells me it's my fault. Because of my arm, the machine has to be shut down for repairs, and every day of downtime will cost them millions. "Someone has to take responsibility for this, Zachary," the supervisor tells me. "It wouldn't make sense to demand millions from you, so just compensate us with 300,000—that's all." Under their threats—and my family's desperate begging—I sign the IOU for 300,000. With one arm gone, I can no longer find a job. All I can do is collect trash to repay the debt. While picking up bottles outside a restaurant one day, I hear the factory supervisor laughing and bragging inside. "Actually, that one-armed guy didn't violate any rules. In fact, the HQ gave three million dollars in compensation. My house and car? All bought with that money," he said. "I mean, who'd ever find out? With that debt hanging over him, he's probably already run off somewhere." Shaken by the news, I stagger onto the street. A truck roars out of nowhere, slamming into me and throwing me 16 feet across the road. When I open my eyes again, I had returned to the day I lost my arm.

Book #1 The Alpha King's Ugly Bride Book #2 His Forbidden Mate Book #3 The Alpha King's Runaway Bride “I saw this tradition in Klean and I thought it was cute,” Xavier answered, still on one knee. “What tradition?” Mia asked in a curious tone, her brow raised. “Well, the to-be groom asks the bride to marry him by getting on one knee and saying will you marry me? So, Mia Ainsworth, will you marry me?” he asked her. She seemed interested to know how this ends. Yesterday he had gotten on his knee to give her the gold and green ribbons and she wanted to see how this would go. “Okay, and then what?” “Then the to-be bride says yes,” he guided her. “So I say yes?” “Yes,” he nodded. “That’s my line,” she protested with a pout. “Then say it.” “Yes,” she said, and he took her hand and slid the ring onto her finger. He rose to his feet and pulled her against himself before claiming her lips. They pulled away, and he placed his head against hers, his eyes fluttering. “The kiss is a part of the tradition?” “Yes,” he said, beaming at her. His happiness was getting her excited, “Okay, now what?” “We get married.”

"You either walk away now," Aiden said, his voice sharp and cutting, "or you stay and deal with the consequences." Tristan's chest tightened as he met Aiden's gaze, the challenge blazing in his dark eyes. Every instinct told him to run, to leave before things spiraled out of control, but his feet wouldn’t move. “What’s it gonna be, Tristan?” Aiden’s voice was low, almost taunting. “Because if you stay, there’s no turning back. You won’t just be here. You'll be mine. Every inch of you, every breath, every thought... mine!" ...... Even before they became stepbrothers, Aiden and Tristan had never been on good terms, not since high school. Tristan couldn’t have imagined that the arrogant guy he despised—the same one he hated with passion—would one day become his stepbrother, a fact he refused to acknowledge. But after a drunken night led to an accidental , something shifted in Aiden. He began to see Tristan differently, from an angle far removed from brotherhood. It enraged him. He fought to keep hating him, to remind himself how wrong it was. Yet, the harder he tried, the more he missed him. The more he wanted him.

COMPLETED! '' You see my love, you should have drink something before you smell these roses and this Aphrodite scent in the room,'' he said walking towards her playing a very evil grin on his handsome face. She tried to move back after hearing his words which gave her the biggest shock of her life. She was about to trip back on her feet when he grabbed her waist saving her. '' I told you before you look so beautiful today. But you look even more beautiful in my arms,'' he said huskily playing with her hairs. '' I want to go home, please,'' she said pulling his hand down from her hair. '' This is your home, isn’t it. You even liked coming here before,'' he said grabbing her hand in his which was trying to move him back before. '' No nothing is right you say!'' she yelled with teary eyes but met with his warm lips with hers. And there went her first kiss without her permission. She lost her consciousness in his arms but he pulled her in bridal style. ''MINE!'' he spoke looking at her face with some crazy obsession that didn't seem to have any limits at all.

"Sophie Patterson. Don't you dare walk away from me." Logan's menacing stare bore at me. I suddenly didn't feel drunk anymore. I sobered up quickly. "What, Logan? You're gonna tell me that you suddenly love me again? That you're here to sweep me off my feet? Please! I didn't need you all this time, and I don't need you now." He clenched his jaw, fisting his hands. "Enough. Stop being so damn stubborn. You know I do. I love you. I never stopped loving you, Sophie. It was always you." I left my hometown hoping to never see him again. I left with his baby still inside of me. Seven years after, and here I am again. Standing before him and a six-year-old wanting to know who his dad is, and asking me to marry him because everyone in his class but him and his best friend don't have a daddy.What am I supposed to do with all these feelings that are resurfacing? I'm realizing every day that I never got over him. I merely suppressed my feelings, and him telling me this now- in my face, just made things more complicated.

I still have a week before my due date when a truck suddenly hits me, sending me flying several feet and leaving me bleeding profusely on the ground. As I lose consciousness, I call my husband, Wallace Brown, begging him to rush over and save our unborn child, only for him to reply coldly, "It's Beth's 18th birthday party today, Meryl. You can't seriously be pulling one of your stunts on a day like this, can you?" In the next instant, I hear my son, Daniel Brown, exclaiming, "You're always using the baby to threaten us, Mommy! I really hate it when you do that!" Wallace stresses the importance of Beth's birthday party again, demands that I attend immediately, and then hangs up on me. With a pool of blood spreading beneath me, I close my eyes, overcome by despair. When I open my eyes again, I am met by the sight of a death certificate. The doctor delivers a crushing pronouncement. "I'm sorry, but if you had gotten here sooner, we might have been able to save the baby's life…" I look at the death certificate, feeling as though my heart died with my baby. I finally decide to leave this family, yet now they're the ones begging me to stay.

Jenna Davis, the billionaire heiress to Davis Enterprises, is forced into an arranged marriage with Brad Harrison at the age of 18. Her father trying to pull his company out of bankruptcy, makes a deal with the devil and when Jenna finds out, she runs to Europe to hide. Her father eventually finds her and brings her back to face the music. What she doesn't know till later, is that she will never be able to love him. Sure he is handsome and sophisticated, but he has a secret. Jenna yearns for what all girls really want, a man to sweep her off her feet and make wild passionate love to her. The problem is, Brad has another side to him and ignores Jenna. Having all the free time in the world on her hands, she starts to look in other places for someone to keep her happy. Not finding what she is looking for, she is about to give up when Brad hires Dean Smith fresh out of prison to run the horse stables. Dean went to prison for murdering a man he never meant to and served 8 years of a life sentence. Desperate and needing a job, he takes the position and realizes that destiny has more in store for him then he can ever imagine. Jenna, wanting to ride her horse Mable, meets Dean unexpectedly and he saves her life. The minute they touch, it's instant attraction and they find that they can't fight it. Can they hide their secret love or does Brad find out?

Ever had your world revolve around a man? ******* "Get off me" I furrow my brows "Wha....?" "Get off me damn it!" He yelled. I quickly get off him. He stand on his feet, put on his trousers and shirt. "Wh....where are you going?" "Going to get myself a better pussy. Yours sucks" A sharp pain crossed my chest. I feel my eyes tear up as I watch him head towards the door. "I want my fucking food ready before i get back" The last thing he said before slamming the door. ****** Cora Davidson is a simple, naive and timid nineteen year old girl. She has her world revolved around her abusive and disrespectful boyfriend, Hunter Phillips. They both live together, she cooks and clean after him without hesitation mainly because she has so much fear and respect for him. She also loves to cook. It is her dream to become a chef someday but her boyfriend called it a lame dream. Despite all her friend's advice to leave him, she continues sticking with him until she is taken as a payment for a debt her boyfriend owe. A debt he owes Alessandro 'East' Gonzalez, a very very dangerous mafia leader. Will Cora ever come out of it? Will her boyfriend even think of coming for her? Or will she remain a COLLATERAL?

“The contract was only for a year, Mr Gray. I marry you for one year and you stay the fuck away from my properties,” her tone was high-pitched annoyance and anger. “You got it all wrong, sugar. The contract was to quench my thirst for you but all you did was fuel that desire. Now, I want to own you. Your body, heart and fucking soul,” that honeylike baritone was void of its usual teasing now. He meant every word of it. There was no escape for her. ********** As she lay on the operating table, bleeding to death from an abortion her husband, Regal had arranged, Claire saw her life flash before her eyes. Even in her dying state, he refused her a transfusion because donating blood would ‘hurt’ his unborn child. The words pierced through her heart. The man she'd given her world to chose her sister over her without blinking. But then life smiled at her and she was given a second chance to correct her mistakes. What happens when she gambles this chance by stealing from the famous trillionaire, Asher Gray? What will be her fate when he barges into her life and overturns her world with his wicked seduction? When life throws Regal at her feet, begging for a second chance, when old flames ignite, will she let go of the past and forgive or pursue the prospect of a beautiful new love?