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"I...Is he my son?" He asked in shock when he saw my son Aldo standing beside me, and I tried to hide Aldo behind my body protectively, scared that now he might take my son from me when he finds out that he is his son, and all this time I have been keeping it a secret. "No! He is not." I lied, trying to sound confident, but I knew I was failing miserably as my forehead was sweaty and my tone was trembling. "Shut up, Sab. Don't lie to me, because you clearly mentioned that the only man who has been inside of you is me. And, even if you lie, no one is going to believe that this boy isn't my son because he looks just like me. Now, the question is, Why did you keep him away from me all this time? Why?!" he barked out the last sentence in anger, making me flinch and Aldo cry out of fear from this man. The Ruthless Italian Tycoon that I had one night stand with and ended up pregnant with his secret heir.

"Matilda" he called "there's something you have to know" "go ahead" I urged him "actually the surgery is not for me it for Sara so I don't think we can get married" my heart sank, I shiver and beard of sweat form on my forehead,I suddenly feel dizzy "You......you ....no it can't be this is not happening....you...." "shut up" he replied coldly "are you a fool do you think I will marry a slut like you,you can't even give a baby" "but I did it all for you" I screamed "you son of a bitch...." ***************** Matilda Frances, Frances one and only princess was betrayed by her loved ones,her beloved sister not only betray her but also destroy, her and the man she would do any thing for, the love of her life lead her to her deathbed But fate favoured her and she was given second chance,she vow never to trust or love anyone, and vow to set things straight Would Matilda love again??? Would she be able to set thing straight??? Why don't you find out???

The rumbling of the thunder and the rain kept pouring in torrent as Martina knelt in front of the man she called her husband and beside him was the only person she had ever called friend. With blood dripping down from her white nightwear and sweat glistening her forehead despite the cold weather, tears were streaming down her eyes. The two people in front of her looked like the devil she has watched from movies when she was just a child and the much talked about demon from her Bible stories. This was the longest night of her life, how she wished everything would end and she would wake up in her big comfy bed back at her father’s mansion but here she was, kneeling in front her own husband begging for her life while her best friend just sat there with a glass of whisky in hand. Martina was left wondering if it was not too cold for whiskey at this time. Five years later, she is reborn as the youngest and richest CEO and guess what??? Her ex husband is her cousin and she will be married to the richest and the most dominant man in America.. revenge is sure to be served hot.

The mafia's maid. "Are you ready?" Damon asked. "Of course. I can't even imagine what torture my sister must be going through right now." Ashley answered. "Mom and dad won't allow this and she needs help, I can sacrifice myself." She wore a deep frown. The anger inside Ashely's heart was burning and that can't be hidden. "Okay then, just follow my instructions and report to me everything he does." Damon continued, "but if you feel you're in danger," he leaned forward from the front seat and placed her hands on his, "please leave immediately." He looked at her seriously. His forehead was wrinkled as he stared seriously at her. "And one more vital information." "What is it?" She inquiried. "He's a heart throb. Promise you will never get attracted to him." "Okay." She half smiled. ***** Ashley is a nineteen year old college girl striving to survive school when her younger sister gets kidnapped by a mafia boss. She has to go undercover as a maid to rescue her sister with some help from Damon. The plan was to get information, save her sister and leave. No falling in love. Easy right?

Previously called A Weekend With The Alpha *** He rose and moved towards me, my heart picking up its pace with every step he took. His hand stroked the side of my face, causing a tingle to rush through me and I shivered into his touch just like earlier. He leaned in and his breath fanned over my face, hot, weakening and mind-numbing. "You should be running, Zera." he said with a voice so raw it made me shudder against him. "The most sensible thing to do is run from someone like me." "I don't want to run." I stubbornly stated, worn out with his long game. It wasn't helping anyone. He wanted me, I could see that, and I wanted him too. His nose rubbed against mine, and he moved his forehead against mine. "Oh darling, but you should. I won't be like those little boys you've been with. I won't stop when you want me to. I won't stop until I'm completely buried in your mind and soul. You will belong to me."

I lifted my head from Rhys's arms, his strong chest rising and falling against my cheek. Silk sheets tangled around our naked bodies, the air thick with the scent of our passion. After a passionate night with my childhood friend, the Mafia heir, I was jolted awake at three in the morning by the shrill ring of a phone. It was the Don, ordering me to bring Rhys back to the estate for an arranged marriage. I figured it was just another heiress trying to claw her way into the Griffin family, so I kissed his forehead, pressing myself against him and whispering with a low laugh. "Rhys, what's your plan for this boring princess?" He arched an eyebrow, wrapping a lazy arm around my waist. "Baby, make sure you pick out a good tie for me. I need to make a good impression on my future father-in-law." Seeing me freeze, Rhys sat up and shot me a casual glance, his voice laced with indifference. "Maeve, what's with that reaction? We're just having fun." "You didn't actually think you were going to be the next Donna of the Griffin family, did you?"

Sequel of 'Set Me Free', hope everyone enjoys reading this book as much as they liked the previous one. “What is your name?” A deep voice of a man echoes throughout the poorly lit room. Daniel, who is cuffed to a white medical bed, can barely see anything. Small beads of sweat are pooling on his forehead due to the humidity and hot temperature of the room. His blurry vision keeps on roaming around the trying to find the one he has been looking for forever. Isabelle, the only reason he is holding on, all this pain he is enduring just so that he could see her once he gets out of this place. “What is your name?!” The man now loses his patience and brings up the electrodes his temples and gives him a shock. Daniel screams and throws his legs around and pulls on his wrists hard but it doesn’t work. The man keeps on holding the electrodes to his temples to make him suffer more and more importantly to damage his memories of her. But little did he know the only thing that is keeping Daniel alive is the hope of meeting Isabelle one day. “Do you know her?” The man holds up a photo of Isabelle in front of his face and stops the shocks. “Yes, she is my Isabelle.” A small smile appears on his lips while his eyes close shut.

Three years after graduation, I was waiting tables at a restaurant when I happened to run into some of my old classmates having a private dinner there. The moment they saw me carrying trays, they burst out laughing. My old rival Elliot sneered that I was a useless nobody, then pulled out 50 bucks and tossed it in front of me, telling me to lick the food scraps off his shoe. "Clean my shoe, and that fifty's yours!" Even my ex-girlfriend joined in to humiliate me. "I can't believe this is what you've become three years after graduation, Chase. Good thing I dumped you when I did—I'd hate to be the girlfriend of some broke loser." Elliot and a few others pinned me to the floor, forcing me to kneel and even bark like a dog. My ex clapped her hands, laughing. "Chase, you really do look like a dog when you're on your knees." Then, the restaurant manager rushed in. The moment he saw me, his face went pale with shock. "M–Mr. Levine… are you all right, sir?" Blood dripping down my forehead, I pointed at everyone in that room. "No one leaves this room tonight."

"I can't let you free" The mafia boss whispered harshly. Then he pulled back and I was freezed in my position. However I managed to recover from my paralyzed state and with enough courage I asked. "What do you want from me?" I asked, my voice low as I gulped. My hazel eyes was briefly locked with his ocean blue eyes. "Oh nothing!! but you saw us killing Ashar." Oh so that guy's name was Ashar.. "I didn't see anybody killing anyone." I lied curtly. "Oh really!" His eye brows lifted up. "then who is this?" He pointed towards the laptop which was placed on the coffee table. I took a step forward towards the table and knelt down to get a clear view. And....... Oh my me!!! I was sooo doomed.. My pathetic life.. I wanna cry so loud... Oh god!! Why?? Why me?? It was me in my black dress standing in front of garage and my face was clearly seen in the screen. Sweat trickled down my forehead as I gulped hard while seeing the laptop screen. It was hard to believe but it was me. I was damn screwed up. THE MAFIA'S CAPTURED SLAVE

At sixteen, Lovely Thunderstorm is told of the promise her father made ten years ago to Alpha Victor of Black Diamonds Pack to marry his son who is rather the younger version of him. Lovely feels hatred the moment her eyes landed on him. But that isn't the only thing she feels for him. Alpha Victor Jr is stubborn, serious and cold hearted. He has dreaded this arrangement since he was ever told of it. His wolf yearns for his mate, yet he refuses to be weak in admitting he loves her. But how long can he hold out when he is married to her? Excerpt: "Love me and I am in your heart, but hate me and I am in your mind." I spoke, unconsciously turning all Shakespeare on him. "So let me get this straight," he gazed down at me, making me feel short. These goddamn tall people around here. "You want to be in my mind." I smack myself in my forehead before looking at his confused handsome face. Well... I was just going to ignore the fact I called him handsome. "I never knew Shakespeare was this crazy." He stated thoughtfully. I could only glare. I really did hate him.