I Hate My Father

"You want to suck my cock?" He grabbed the base of his dick and gave it a stroke, "Is that what you want, little wolf?" "Yes, Alpha," I didn't hesitate. My lips darted out to kiss the tip and his hips jerked involuntarily. He grabbed a fistful of my hair, "Open your mouth for me, sweetheart. Let me feel those pretty lips around my cock." *** My father’s best friend should be off limits. Especially when he’s the Alpha of our pack. But after walking in on my dad and my best friend in bed, I ran straight into Alpha Lorenzo’s arms… and into a temptation I can’t resist. He’s older, and dangerous. And the one man I should never want. Yet when he touches me, every rule slipped out the window. Because the moment his lips claim mine, the truth hits hard. The Moon Goddess didn’t make a mistake. Or did she?

Overwhelmed by the fire of revenge, over her father’s downfall, Sofia Dean, went with a hidden identity to Patrick's office to work as his assistant. Along this line, Sofia fell in love with Patrick, but it was too late, Patrick already knew of her identity and it was his turn to play games with her. When she finds out of his hidden agenda what will become of their love, will it stand the test of time? Or would it snap and they both lose faith in each other and go their separate way?

I never meant to kiss him. It was a stupid mistake—a reckless moment fueled by too much adrenaline and the thrill of a party I should never have been at. But when my lips brushed against his, the world stopped. His hands gripped my waist, his breath tangled with mine, and for a fleeting second, I forgot who he was. Liam Blackwood. My stepbrother. The guy who had tormented me since the day our parents married. The brooding, tattooed bad boy with a reputation that made girls weak in the knees. I should have pulled away. I should have screamed. Instead, I let him deepen the kiss, let his touch set my skin on fire. Now, we’re trapped in a dangerous game of stolen glances, whispered threats, and undeniable chemistry. Every moment alone is a ticking bomb. Every brush of his fingers makes me crave something I can’t have. He’s forbidden. Off-limits. But the way he looks at me? The way he makes me feel? It’s only a matter of time before we cross the line again. And this time, there will be no turning back.

In our five years of marriage, I had given in to my husband, John, for a grand total of three times. The first time was during my pregnancy. He had taken his ex-girlfriend Stacy, who had once taken three bullets for him, back home and cared for her. When I became angry, he immediately sent her away once she recovered. The second time was after childbirth, when I was ready to return to work. To repay a favor, he gave the position I had worked years for to Stacy. He said it was so I could rest well. I looked at my son, who needed me, and I conceded. The third time was during our son’s birthday. In front of the entire company, he had announced that Stacy was his wife, all so she could establish herself in the company. I gave him two choices: divorce or send her away. Without hesitation, he chose the latter and immediately sent her abroad. The fourth time was when my father suddenly had a heart attack and urgently needed surgery. He disappeared again. I searched everywhere for him to cover the hospital expenses, and I finally discovered that he had gone to the airport to pick up a pregnant Stacy, who was returning to the country. Because of that, my father missed the best chance for treatment and died. I was done giving in. I disguised the divorce agreement as our son’s medical bill and tricked him into signing it. No compensation or apology would matter. I did not wish to have him near my son or myself again.

I didn’t marry him for love. I married him to pay my father’s debt. To save my brother’s life. To survive. Lucien Draven is a billionaire, a killer, and the man who made my father disappear. Or so I believed. Now, I wear his ring. Sleep under his roof. Live as his wife with no rights, no freedom, and one rule: *Never ask about the night my father died* But secrets don’t stay buried. And when I dig too deep, I find something that changes everything. Maybe Lucien didn’t kill my father. Maybe the real killer is closer than I think. And maybe… the devil I married is the only one who ever truly wanted to protect me.

[ Entropy Trilogy #1 ] What surprises are waiting ahead of them as their destiny being entangled with each other? What will happen if love and hate collide? Will they be able to melt the rage, the hatred?

Desperate to prevent being mated to someone she doesn’t know, Elaina tries everything. But betrayal sends her stumbling into the arms of an intruder disguised to be a pack warrior—her father’s nemesis. One single, forbidden night binds them forever, but neither of them knows the truth—not yet. Six years pass, and fate strikes again. The mysterious intruder she once seduced turns out to be an Alpha king, and he lies in her hands—literally on her operating table, fighting for his life. And this same man, she’s hiding a pair of twins from him. Secrets. Unknown blood ties. Fated bonds. Can you run from a destiny that is meant to find you?

The wedding had barely started when the lights went out. Then came the moans—from the giant screen behind the altar. Hailey froze. Her skin went ghost-pale. Her whole body shook. A beat later, the doors slammed open. Leading the charge? Nolan. Cold eyes, sharp suit, and bodyguards in tow. He stormed the stage. The groom tried to stop him. Big mistake. Nolan's guys dropped him in seconds. Nolan grabbed a fistful of the groom's hair and yanked his head back. "Heh. I've slept with Hailey hundreds—maybe thousands—of times. Used condoms alone could fill your house. Wanna see the HD vids?" Hailey's eyes locked on Nolan, pure hate. She'd been his kept woman for eight years. He loathed her family. He loathed her. Swore she'd never know peace. Then she disappeared—and he lost his mind.

“I’ve been in hell for years, Bella. Trying to forget. Trying to do the right thing. Trying to be the man Victor thinks I am.” I stood up, closing the distance between us. “What if the right thing is being honest about what we both want?” He reached out, cupping my face with one large hand, his thumb stroking my cheekbone. The touch was gentle, completely at odds with the hunger in his eyes. “If I kiss you now,” he said hoarsely, “I won’t stop. I won’t be gentle. And I won’t be able to pretend anymore that you’re just Victor’s daughter.” “Good, I don’t want you to.” I leaned into his touch, my own hand coming up to cover his. “I don’t want you to pretend.”

I received a call the day before my wedding. "Miss McPherson, someone has thrashed your venue." I rushed to the hotel in confusion only to meet a woman waving my wedding photo. "You homewrecking skank! You seduced my husband and spent his money on this wedding!" The crowd believed her and went wild. Even the hotel manager piled on me. "I knew something was fishy when the groom never showed up! You're not his real wife!" The crowd turned into a violent mob. In that chaos, I miscarried. At the height of my fury, I texted my secretary: [Cancel the wedding, and kick Matteo Brando out of my company!] How dare he keep a mistress with my fortune! How dare she challenge me! I will destroy them!