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I was Randy Johnson's contract wife. For five years, I tried every possible way to make him fall in love with me. But aside from showing me concern in bed, he ignored me the rest of the time. When a piece of equipment at the amusement park fell and struck me, the first thing he did was rush to his beloved first love. She was startled but unscathed. Yet, he rushed her straight to the hospital. When a towering cake display collapsed on me, leaving blood streaming down my arm, he still chose to comfort his first love, who merely had a stomachache. Since he loved her so deeply, there was no reason for me, his contract wife, to stay. So I let him go and freed myself in the process. I chose to study abroad, vowing never to see him again for the rest of my life. I never expected… this time, he would be the one to regret it.

I stay on my knees waiting for him to tell me the reason why he came here and sent Jill away, trying my best to not look at his torso,wolves have heightened hearing I'm sure he could hear the violent beating of my heart and the intoxicating scent didn't make things better all I wanted was to lean into his touch. He wrapped his hand around my waist making me sit on the edge of the stone just his touch alone was making my skin buzz. "Ain't you ashamed of being out here, soaked to the bone and everything on display? Is this for Mark ,are you trying to seduce him?". I looked at him puzzled before what he said hit me " And if I am, what's that got to do with you Alpha?" I snap. I could see his eyes darken and his jaw tick .

Rossezekiel Dela Vega was the oldest son of one of the former business tycoon families in Asia. At the age of 27, he had already made his name by being the game-changer of their empire, according to Forbes Magazine. Having the Dela Vega surname was not easy, but he made it with his own dedication and principle. As others fantasized about him by his beauty, wealth and whatsoever, he was head over heels for his longtime girlfriend, Farah Herrera, who's been teaching senior high school students. Unlike Rossezekiel, Farah lives as a simple yet amazing woman. Their relationship was not on public display, but the whole nation knows that Dela Vega's oldest son has already settled to marry his beloved girlfriend. However, what if your so-called perfect relationship faces a test of fate, where you encounter not just heartache but also a love that has lost its own identity? .  .  .  Could you still save it or free yourself from those traumatizing days and nights?

Meine beste Freundin Maya war aus Miami eingeflogen – für meine Junggesellinnenwoche. Meine letzten Tage in Freiheit. Sie bestand auf einem Mädelsabend zu Hause, bestellte all mein Lieblings-Takeout. Dann bat sie mich, kurz ihr Handy zu halten und zu warten. Plötzlich leuchtete das Display auf. Eine Nachricht von irgendeinem Typen. Ein oberkörperfreies Foto. Text: Ich brauche dich heute Nacht. Ein weiteres Bild vibrierte herein. Sexspielzeug. Bondage-Ausrüstung – wie direkt aus einem Film. Mir brannte das Gesicht. Mein Herz hämmerte gegen die Rippen. Ich stürzte gerade in ihr geheimes Leben. Doch das nächste Bild ließ mir das Blut in den Adern gefrieren. Eine Nahaufnahme der Brust des Mannes. Eine gezackte Narbe – vertrauter als mein eigenes Spiegelbild. Sie gehörte meinem Verlobten. Luciano Carbone.

His teeth sank into my neck, and I cried out, biting back just as he said, but it didn’t hurt like I thought it was, it was euphoric in a way, dangerously good as I moaned. He hadn’t broken through my skin, but I could tell that bite was different, that something had been left and I knew the faint ring of teeth markings wasn’t going to fade any time soon. Now the two other brothers were waiting to do the same. My body trembling, already in ecstasy, how was I going to take all three of them? Ellie was wealthy, but her father never gave her a single display of affection. Until her path crossed with the Sined brothers. Werewolves and vampires were part of dark stories in Ellie’s mind, until she meets not one, not two, but three werewolves, and a very powerful vampire. What makes things more complicated? They all want her for themselves. The Four Sides of Desire is created by Claire Wilkins, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

In the mystical world of werewolves, every member dreams of finding their destined mate. But for Catherine, a low-ranking wolf in the Moonshadow Pack, that dream turns into a nightmare when her mate, Kieran — the arrogant son of the Alpha — rejects her in a cruel display of pride and prejudice. Brokenhearted and shunned by her pack, Catherine flees to the wilderness, where she hopes to heal and find solace away from the torment of her unrequited bond.Alone in the forest, Catherine encounters Luca, a mysterious rogue with a tragic past. He is unlike any werewolf she has ever known — gentle, understanding, and wise beyond his years. As they grow closer, Luca helps Catherine discover her hidden strengths and unlock a powerful healing ability that could change her fate forever. But when a rival pack threatens to destroy everything she holds dear, Catherine must decide where her loyalty lies — with the pack that rejected her, or the rogue who truly loves her.In a world where bonds are fated but love is a choice, Catherine must face her deepest fears and embrace her destiny. True love might be the only thing that can save them all.

Today happens to be Yvonne Ziegler's birthday. Yvonne is Shawn Jacobson's, my husband's, newly hired personal assistant. Shawn spares no expense in buying her a villa as a birthday present, and Yvonne haughtily takes to social media to show off on the day she moves in. "I'd like everyone to know that I'm married to a wealthy man now." Shawn comments on the post, saying, "Happy birthday, my beloved Yvonne!" In the picture, Shawn's hand rests intimately on Yvonne's slender waist, leaving no doubt about their intimate relationship. In that instant, the company's group chat erupts into a frenzy of notifications, as colleagues declare their envy of Yvonne and heap praise upon her for being young and accomplished. Oscar Jagger, my childhood friend, notices the picture and immediately tags me in the group chat. He then sends me a pointed, teasing message, saying, "Shawn's display of love is so glaring! Congrats on being cheated on, Leslie!" I manage a bitter, wry smile, taking my time to type out the response. "Do you need a villa as well, Oscar? I'm happy to give you a place—a much nicer one than Shawn's, of course."

A forbidden obsession burned between two men from different worlds. Salvatore Esposito, the notorious Mafia boss known as Diablo, was consumed by his desire for Ethan, a devout pastor. Their paths crossed at Diablo's bar and nightclub, where Ethan's innocence and purity immediately captivated the ruthless devil blackened heart. Diablo's fascination with Ethan grew as he secretly observed the pastor's every move, learning his likes and dislikes but when Ethan's wedding day arrived, Diablo's possessiveness boiled over. He stormed the church in a shocking display of power and Diablo kidnapped Ethan, vowing to make the straight pastor fall in love with him. Ethan, determined to resist Diablo's advances, accepted the challenge but as they navigated their twisted game, a hidden enemy emerged, threatening to destroy both men. However, with each attack that came their way, Ethan began to see Diablo in a different light, glimpsing the complexities beneath the Diablo's facade, he realized that there is more to Diablo than he shows. As the pastor and the devil forged an unlikely understanding, the question remained: could Ethan truly fall in love with Diablo, or was the Mafia boss doomed to suffer for a love that could never be his? Would their differences tear them apart, or could they find a way to bridge the gap between their worlds?

I was always flying for work, so I left the whole renovation thing to my husband, Daxton Pruitt. This time, my flight got scrapped last minute, so I swung by the house to check in. The second I stepped inside, some woman named Mona Scambley, who claimed she was the designer, chucked a stack of invoices at me. Couples' lingerie display case: $15,000. High-end waterbed: $40,000. One glance at that pile of overpriced tacky nonsense made me nauseous. My brows pulled tight. "Ms. Scambley, this is a private house, not some couples' motel. What is all this?" Her face flipped in a heartbeat. She jabbed a finger at me. "The owner gave those orders. You're just the site supervisor. Disobey me again, and I'll have Mr. Pruitt fire you!" Then she spun around and called Daxton right there. I laughed, cold and low, about to ask what kind of clown show designer he'd hired—until I heard his voice. Gentle. Doting. "This is Mona and my love nest. We'll do whatever we want. Don't like it? Get out." I smiled, snatched the list from Mona, and nodded. "Sure." One week later, that overpriced waterbed showed up—Daxton, very much not smiling.

She woke up every morning with a heavy heart, dreading the inevitable encounter with Mr. Montenegro. She couldn't comprehend why he had such intense hatred towards her, always finding ways to belittle and demean her. She attempted to disregard the hurtful comments and taunts, but it cut her deeply. As time passed, her patience began to wear thin. She could no longer tolerate the constant abuse. One day, she confronted him and asked him why he treated her so terribly. He merely laughed and insulted her, calling her weak and pathetic. However, something inside her snapped that day. She refused to allow him to have control over her any longer. Standing tall, she looked at him in the eye and informed him that she would no longer tolerate the abuse. He was taken aback by her sudden display of strength, and for the first time, he saw her as a person rather than just a target. Over time, his attitude towards her changed. He ceased the insults and began to show her a grudging respect for standing up to him. She learned that sometimes, you have to fight back to be treated with dignity and respect. She was determined to never allow anyone to make her feel small again..