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“Here's the deal. Do that lawyer stuff that you do. Try to send me to jail.” “What?” I blinked. “I'm giving you a year, but in my territory. I'm not sending you back to the U.S, so better get used to Italy like you once lived.” “Excuse-” “But you'll have everything. Every resource. Impress me, show me why you're a top lawyer and get me locked up. Prove to everyone that I killed your parents.” “I'll send you to jail, even if it's the last thing I do, Roman. You're trying to ruin my life again, but this time I won't let you. You're finished.” “Now, the condition.” My eyes widened. Now a condition? “If you don't succeed, you won't ever have an opinion. You'll be my plaything, my pet, my personal slave, my cum bucket. You'll be whatever I want you to be, do you understand?” I felt instant chills ripple through me. “So that's what you want? To control me after killing my parents?” “Yes, exactly that. I want to humiliate you so badly, so better impress me and send me to jail, Gianna. Better do it.” His voice was thick with warning. No matter how much I desire him, I'll make sure he rots in jail. …… We don't always get what we want, Gianna. He killed her parents and she managed to escape the house fire. Years later and this invincible Mafia don gets arrested in the United States, and she's the top lawyer in charge of his case? Hmm, I wonder what happened next.

Asalea's eyes narrowed. She can guess that the event is a wedding ceremony. So, she will be attending a wedding occasion? "Whose wedding is this?” she asked the man who fetched her. “Yours, Madam.”He said and then got something inside his paper bag. “Please wear this,” the man said handing her a black veil with a tiara in it, beautifully adorned with black diamonds. “What did you say?!” Asalea gasped in surprise. “This is your wedding Madam.” The young man repeated his statement. “Who shall I be marrying?” with narrowed eyes, Asalea asked again. “You will know later on. Please be ready Madam. The wedding march will start.” Then the man step aside and motioned her to walk forward when the wedding march song started to fill the whole astrodome. Asalea does not know if she will follow or will make herself invisible and run. She chose the first. She knows that she will be dead if she will run. At least they will not kill her. Looking at her elegant black gown, her veil with tiara, and the venue of the wedding; she knows she will be marrying someone of a high profile from the Glodeous Kingdom. She can still start her life here and then plan for her revenge later on against the Ecleteon werewolves. With chin held up, Asalea made her graceful walk going to the altar. Getting nearer the altar, she saw the back of a man standing in front. Asalea surmises that he might be her groom. “Hmm, not bad,” she murmured. Slowly the man turned his back and faced her when she was already walking almost beside him. Asalea's eyes grew big when she recognized the man. “Hello, my pretty vampy.” He whispered, intensely looking at her with his ocean-like deep blue eyes.

I'm the daughter of the Alpha King of the Werewolf Alliance that's based in Valdoria. In order to give my Alpha fiance whom I've never met before, Lucas Howell, a surprise, I've specifically hidden my scent as a royal she-wolf. Clad in a seemingly ordinary white T-shirt and a pair of jeans, I walk into the venue, where the Dark Shadow pack is hosting their annual celebration. As soon as I take my seat at the main table, which has been reserved for me, I feel someone dumping a glass of red liquid onto me. A she-wolf wearing a red dress that comes with a deep V-neck can be seen standing in front of me. Her expression is one of disdain. "Where did you come from, you filthy Rogue? You really think you get to sit at the main table, huh?" As I wipe the wine stains off my clothes, I do my best to suppress the ferocity of my wolf. "Lucas has specifically reserved this seat for his mate. Why can't I sit here?" The she-wolf acts as though she's heard the biggest joke ever. She then point at her work badge that's pinned on her chest while saying mockingly, "I'm Lucas' personal secretary as well as the future Luna whom everyone has acknowledged. In this pack, my word is the law here. "Guards, drag this delusional half-breed away and throw her out!" What a coincidence. Lucas has just texted me, pleading with me to announce our relationship as soon as possible. I dig out my phone and dial his number. Then, I put my phone on loudspeaker mode. "Your personal secretary claims that she's the future Luna, and she has commanded the guards to throw me out. What's your explanation for this matter, hmm?"

"Wooww!" Alena berseru cukup keras dengan rasa kaget juga besar. Mata terus tertuju ke cek rekening yang tengah dipegangnya. "Apa masih kurang?" Alena menggeleng cepat dengan gerakan yang mantap. Lalu, pandangan diarahkan lurus. Tepat ke sosok Davae Hernandez, atasan barunya. Pria itu menyeringai seksi. "Sudah lebih dari cukup untuk bayaran awal." Alena menjawab riang. "Kau memberikanku sepuluh juta dollar. Wooww!" Alena mendengar tawa keras Davae. Mata pria itu menampakkan rasa percaya diri dan bangga yang kuat. Alena menyukainya. Davae begitu menarik "Aku bisa memberikan lebih, asal kau bisa bekerja dengan benar. Menghasilkan kerja yang bagus." Alena kali ini menunjukkan seringai lebar. "Kalau kau masih ragu, kau bisa melihat resume hasil kerjaku sebagai bukti nyata." "Hmm, tidak perlu, Miss Alena. Aku selalu yakin jika pilihanku sudah benar." "Dalam kontrak, aku dan kau akan tidur bersama, Mr. Davae? Aku setuju. Sepertinya kau punya pengalaman bagus. Kau membuatku penasaran." "Tidak hanya kau saja yang merasa penasaran, Miss Alena. Aku pun juga. Aku rasa kita mampu menciptakan percintaan yang panas dan puas." ……… … Davae Hernandez tidak bisa menolak pesona Alena Feyord Lewis. Wanita itu cerdas dan begitu seksi. Daya tarik yang bak magnet terus menguat setiap hari karena kebersamaan mereka lalui. Tak akan bisa menyalahkan menyalanya gairah semakin besar pada Alena. Dan, bukan hanya dirinya saja yang menginginkan wanita itu, Alena pun memiliki hasrat membara sama sepertinya. Mereka memutuskan hubungan terjalin tak hanya sekadar rekan kerja. Namun, berakhir di ranjang sesuai kesepakatan.

Justin Antonio Martínez, a wealthy and powerful businessman, the owner of the Martínez Fashion Industry. His arrogance and unrelenting ambition was well known to the prying eyes of the media. As Justin searches for the perfect woman to hire as his wife, he meets Isabella, a woman who unexpectedly challenges the emptiness of his carefully controlled life. ✦✦✦✦ "You’re relentless, wife." "And who’s a good boy?" She teased, tilting her head at me like she was addressing a misbehaving puppy. I smirked but kept my mouth shut. She leaned in closer, her voice softening to a coo. "Is the good boy angry?" That was it. Restraint? Gone. Before I knew it, my hand was at the back of her neck, pulling her closer. Her eyes widened as her breath caught, her face mere inches from mine. "Justin." She whispered, barely audible, her hand gripping mine like she wasn’t sure if she wanted to push me away or pull me closer. "Yes, wife?" I asked, my gaze flicking between her wide eyes and her parted lips. "Justin." She said again, pouting this time, her cheeks turning a shade of red that I couldn’t ignore. "Hmm?" I couldn’t help myself. I leaned in, pressing a quick, firm kiss to her soft lips. The way her eyes widened and her blush deepened—it was priceless. She froze for a moment, like she couldn’t believe what just happened. I released her neck but kept hold of her hand, guiding it downward. "I’ve got your good boy right here." I teased, my voice low as I placed her hand over the hard bulge in my sweatpants. She looked so flustered, so completely off her game. And damn it, she was tempting. Too tempting.

“You want soft?” Marco’s voice whispered against my ears. I tried to keep my breathing steady, but the way he leaned over me…one hand braced on the wall, made it impossible. “I’m not soft, Cassandra. I’m not the kind of man who lights candles and whispers pretty lies in bed.” He leaned in, our lips inches apart “Listen to me, dolcezza, I fuck. I dominate. I tie your hands, your legs and make you forget your own name.” I pressed my lips tightly, refusing to give him the satisfaction that only his words was messing with my head, “You don’t scare me, Marco.” His hands wrapped around my throat..not to hurt. Just enough to remind me I was his to command. “No, but I do something worse.” His lips brushed my ear. “I make you beg.” I hated him. I hated the way my pussy ached for his touch. I hated my body for betraying me for wanting him. “Say it,” he whispered. “Tell me who you belong to.” “I don’t belong to anyone.” He shoved my legs apart roughly, plunging two mighty fingers inside me, “Then why is your pussy soaked, bella? Hmm? Tell me do you want my cock or my collar?” I swallowed hard, “Both.” Marco smiled. “Then be a good girl for daddy. Kneel!” **** SEQUEL TO FORCED TO BE THE BILLIONAIRE’S SURROGATE CASSANDRA’S STORY She was sold to the ruthless mafia don to bear an her for his cold, gay son. But she finds herself caught in a dangerous web of forbidden desire. But the real danger isn’t her supposed fiancee—it’s Don Marco, her ruthless father-in-law. It begins with whispered temptations and stolen glances, then escalates into late-night visits and nights of forbidden passion.

Langkah Hera terdengar pelan di lorong hotel. Sepatu hak pemberian tamu ke-2 ini terlalu sempit, itu sudah 5 tahun lalu, tapi ia belum mampu mengganti sepatu prada yang seperti itu . Bagi orang lain, gaun merahnya mungkin tampak mewah. Bagi Hera, itu cuma seragam. Topeng. Tangannya menggenggam erat tas kecil Hermes pemberian tamu ke-3. Di dalamnya hanya ada dompet tipis, lipstik murahan, dan kartu mahasiswa yang hampir jatuh tempo. Mahasiswa. Ya, itulah Hera di siang hari. Mahasiswi Sastra tahun akhir. Tapi di malam hari… ia menjual dirinya. Ia tidak pernah menyangka akan sejauh ini. Semua karena satu hal, uang. Adiknya butuh operasi, dan orangtuanya bahkan tak mampu bayar listrik. Hera belajar terlalu dini bahwa cerita di buku-buku tak pernah menyelamatkan orang miskin. Dan malam ini, ia harus menghadapi klien yang berbeda. Klien yang bahkan manajer tempat “kerjanya” tadi berulang-ulang, mengingatkannya, “Jangan macam-macam. Dia bukan orang biasa.” "hmm memangnya tamu seperti apa dia?" Hera menghitung jemarinya "oh, pria ini adalah tamu yang ke-9" Hera menghitung mereka untuk meyakinkan dirinya sendiri bahwa dia tidaklah semurahan itu. Managernya selalu bilang " Jangan banyak pilah pilih, untung cantik kalau tidak mah bisa gawat!" Pintu kamar 1705 terbuka otomatis. Sosok pria duduk di kursi dekat jendela, punggungnya menghadap Hera. Gelas anggur di tangannya berkilau diterpa cahaya lampu kristal. Pria itu bahkan tidak menoleh ketika Hera masuk. “Duduklah.” Suaranya berat, dalam, tapi tenang. Hera menelan ludah. Biasanya klien akan langsung tersenyum, meraba atau yang paling ekstrim langsung menerkamnya tanpa busana. Tapi pria ini? Ia hanya memandang keluar jendela, seolah keberadaan Hera bukanlah hal penting.

When the half-mile sprint test is about to begin, Quiana Sullivan, the class president, and I have applied to be exempted from it. My own mother, who's the homeroom teacher of my class, approves Quiana's application with a smile. But she then throws mine to the floor. "You're having a chest pain, you say? I can't believe you're able to come up with such lies just to avoid the half-mile sprint! I'd have known if you had a heart condition! "Quiana is weak by nature, not to mention she's on her period right now, so she can't handle the agony. What about you, hmm? You've always been perfectly healthy, yet now you're telling me that you're suffering from heart pain? "Don't go around embarrassing me just because you want to slack off! I don't want others claiming that I'm being biased toward my own child! As long as you're still alive and kicking, you must finish the half-mile course no matter what!" Left without a choice, I can only return to the field. The cold wind makes me feel even dizzier now. My heart keeps contracting uncontrollably against my will. Suddenly, it just stops pumping. The next thing I know, I collapse onto the grassy field heavily. When my consciousness is about to flicker to darkness, my mom finally walks over to me. But she merely kicks my arm with a frown on her face, and her tone remains glacial. "Stop playing dead. Get up right now." She doesn't realize that I can never open my eyes ever again. Isn't this great, Mom? No one will ever claim that you're biased toward your own child. I've used my life to prove how fair and just you are. You must be happy now, right?

“They are obviously my children” usal ni Juancho kay Orelia. Natigilin ang babae at naibagsak ang inaayos na mga bulaklak. ”Ano ang ibig mong sabihin?Ni hindi nga kita kilala!” iwas tinging depensa ni Orelia sa lalaki at agad niyang itinago ang dalawang bata sa kanyang likuran. “Hmm, hindi nga ba ikaw yon? But why do these children have my face then?” paninindigan ni Juancho. Pilit na nagpapakita ng matapang na mukha si Orelia, desidido na siyang hindi masangkot sa lalaki matapos ang isang gabi ng pagkakamaling iyon. Mamamatay muna siya bago niya hayaang mapasakamay ng lalaki ang kanyang mga anak. “Or would you rather have me let you remember what transpired that night,” usal ng ni Juancho sabay ng pag haplos sa mga labi ni Orelia gamit ang kanyang daliri. “Don’t touch our mom you bad guy!” biglang pumigitna ang batang babae at pilit na itinulak si Juancho. Nakasunod rito ang takot na batang lalaki. Laking gulat ni Orelia sa biglaang kilos ng mga bata kaya hindi niya napigilan ang agarang paghawak ni Juancho sa mga ito. Handa na siyang itulak ang lalaki at bawiin ang bata nang nakita niya ang mga mata ni Juancho na nakatitig sa kambal, ang malamig at walang emosyon nitong mga mata ay napalitan ng lambot. Ito ay mga matang matagal niya ng hindi nakikita, ang mga matang minsan ng nagpapabilis sa tibok ng kanyang puso. Saksihan ang mainit, matamis at masakit na relasyon ng dalawang mag kaibang indibidwal mula sa magkasalungat na estado ng buhay. Ang kanilang katapusan ba ay magsisimula sa ligaya o patuloy na magbabadya ang paghihirap sa kanilang mga buhay?

She's still getting married but not with her groom-to-be because she's marrying a stranger! “Do you want to change the groom? Then... Why don’t you consider me, Miss? Marry me.” Umawang ang bibig ni Serena sa tinuran ng lalaking kaharap. Ngayon niya pa lang ito nakilala, hindi ba? Kasal kaagad ang inalok nito sa kaniya? Ngunit kung iisipin, ay kailangan niya ng groom… “P–Pakakasal na ako sa 'yo!” kaagad niyang tugon. Gumuhit ang misteryosong ngiti sa labi ng lalaking kaharap niya na siyang nagpalunok kay Serena. “Good decision. Tomorrow, you’ll be my wife.” ***** Bago pa dumating ang araw ng kasal ni Serena ay nahuli niya ang fiancé na si Alex at may ibang babae itong kasiping sa kasama. Ang hinayupak, talagang sa hotel room pa na kanyang binayaran ang mga ito gumawa ng kababuyan! Imbes na humingi ng tawad ay nagawa pa ni Alex na sisihin sa kanya ang ginawa nitong kasalanan. Aminado si Serena na hindi niya pa kayang isuko ang sarili kay Alex, dahil gusto niyang mauna ang kanilang kasal. Ngunit, ito na rin yata ang senyales na tama lamang ang ginawa niya, dahil isa itong manloloko! She didn't give him a second chance, but broke up with him and found another man to marry! Inalok siya ng isang estranghero, tanging alam niya lang sa pagkatao nito ay ex-boyfriend ito ng kalaguyo ni Alex. She agreed to marry the man named Kevin Xavier Sanchez, who turns out to be a billionaire and her big boss! Asawa siya ng isang bilyonaryo? Hindi ba siya nananaginip lang? “You're not dreaming, wife. Whatever I have is yours. My properties, money—everything, it belongs to you now. Do you like that, hmm?” Kakapusin yata si Serena ng hininga! Help!