Katniss Mockingjay Suit

“would you like to dance?” he asked me. I gulped and searched my mind for an excuse. “I don’t know how to; I’m not used to this” I lied smoothly. “I’ll teach you” he took my slender hands in his large ones and led me to the middle of the ballroom. He placed my hands around his neck and slipped his hands around my waist. “flow with the music” we started to move slowly to the music. I stared down at his suit not having the courage to look into his eyes. “look up amore” he ordered. My eyes flickered to his face and I stared into his blue eyes. They were dark and empty and they sent shivers down my spines. ** Camila Santiago has lived all her life under the control of her father but she believes it gets too far when she is forced to get engaged to cocky arrogant billionaire Roman Romero. but as they get closer to each other, she finds herself falling slowly for the arrogant Romero.

He wasn’t supposed to be more than her driver. Just a man in a black car. Quiet. Controlled. Off-limits. But when Seraphina caught Cassian in a moment, high and vulnerable, one he thought no one would ever see, his secret… everything changed. Desire turned dangerous. Obsession turned mutual. And soon, every ride home felt like a slow, deliberate sin. What Seraphina doesn’t know is that Cassian isn’t who he says he is. Beneath the tailored suit and cool detachment hides a billionaire built on vengeance, a man who came to destroy her family for what they did to his. He meant to use her. To ruin her. But somewhere between the lies and the touch of her lips, he forgot which role he was playing, the driver, the lover, or the executioner. Now the secret that binds them could destroy them both. Because the deeper she falls for him, the closer she comes to uncovering the truth he’ll do anything to keep buried. And when love becomes the weapon, no one gets out clean.

After being reborn, I cut off every line of contact with Maxwell Sutton. He chooses Elmshore University, so I change my application to Stonewick University instead. My goal is to stay far away from him and never cross paths again. When he comes back to the country for holidays and tries to meet up, I fly abroad. I block him on social media and stop replying to his emails. The moment he joins the same company as me, I hand in my resignation. I don't even want to see him from a distance. In my previous life, I was obsessed with him for 20 years, and he betrayed me for 20 years. I was diagnosed with a terminal illness in my 30s. While I took my last breath, Maxwell was busy planning a wedding with his first love. The daughter we raised adjusted his suit like the perfect child, while I died alone in a hospital room. And now, I refuse to live that ridiculous life again.

"I would do anything to have you back, even if it means fighting the Gods" Armando Russo, a name that struck fear into the hearts of many who crossed his path. He strode into the room with an air of confidence that demanded attention, his sharp Italian-cut suit exuding power and authority. His dark, piercing eyes were windows into a calculating mind, a mind that had made him a force to be reckoned with in the world of business and beyond. Weakness? He had none. Until she came into his life- the daughter of his business rival whom he despises the most. Aurora Vero, a name that conjured a different kind of aura in the world of high-profile events. She entered any room with a grace that was both captivating and commanding. Dressed in elegant couture, she wore her status as a badge of honour, but it was her charisma that truly set her apart. With a smile that could light up the darkest corners of a room, she exuded a warmth that belied the fierce spirit within. What happens when such two different personalities are forced to tie a knot? Will Armando accept Aurora as his wife or keep his resentment towards her forever ?

He didn’t choose her then. He has to fight for her now. *** I married Alex Marwood because our families said it was right. He never chose me. Not once. One lie from my stepsister ruined everything. I signed the divorce papers with a secret in my belly. I left, learned how to breathe again, and built a quiet life with two little cute humans who call me “Mom.” Years later, fate walks through the lobby of my hotel in a tailored suit and the same storm-blue eyes my son wears. Alex stops. Looks at my twins. Looks at me. “I’m sorry,” he says. But where do I start? With the nights I cried alone? With the accident nobody will talk about? With the powerful people who would rather bury the truth than let me be happy? Alex wants a second chance. I want peace. But when old enemies start circling and “accidents” stop being accidents, I realize love isn’t just flowers and apologies. If he wants us back, he’ll have to fight for us.

She has made us proud and today she will make history. Her name is Jedidiah Aaro. Come up to the throne and receive your crown my daughter.” There was a sudden hush in the entire hall. For a second, even I thought I had heard wrong and just stood rooted to my spot, a frown etched in my face, my brows furrowed. Jedidiah? Someone suddenly pushed past me and I almost fell If I hadn't stood my ground, only for me to watch as Jedidiah cat walked towards the throne. Her outfit, unlike the suit I had worn was a skimpy revealing gown with pink stiletto heels. She sat down proudly on the throne and right before my very eyes, my father lifted the crown- MY crown and placed it right on her head. The crowd resumed cheering, but this time it wasn't as cheerful and loud as it was before. Infact, it felt like they were being forced to give the mandatory standing ovation. I was still rooted to my spot, hoping and believing everything was a dream, but it wasn't. My step sister, Jedidiah was sitting on the throne, wearing the crown. Alpha Jedidiah? What a joke.

"If I can cheat, so can you. It’s an open marriage, babe. Get used to it." Those were the words my husband spat at me after I caught him with his third assistant this year. So, I took his advice. He thought he could break me. After ten years of his "open marriage" demands and revolving door of mistresses, I decided to play his game. So, I bought a man. A cold, nameless call boy to help me settle the score. I left $5,000 on the nightstand and slipped away before dawn, finally feeling even. Until I missed my period. Two hours after that, my husband dragged me to his firm's annual gala to meet the new CEO; the man who holds my husband's entire career in his hands. My heart stopped. Standing there in a $10,000 suit, looking like a lethal god, was my "call boy." Julian Vane isn't a sex worker. He’s the most powerful man in the state, my husband’s biggest rival, and... he’s the father of my baby.

Alliyah Agustin thought her life was finally falling into place. She was about to marry her long-time boyfriend, Chester — the man she’d built her dreams around, the man everyone envied her for. The venue gleamed with gold, the air smelled of white roses, and her so-called best friend, Kassandrah, stood by her side as maid of honor. Everything was perfect. Until it wasn’t. When the ceremony began, Chester was nowhere to be found. In his place stood a stranger — dark suit, darker eyes, a smirk that didn’t belong anywhere near an altar. The crowd murmured, the priest hesitated, and before she could even process what was happening, the papers were signed. She had just married Alexander Nicholas Astley, one of the most powerful billionaires in the country — and the most feared man in the underground world. What Alliyah didn’t know was that her “perfect” fiancé and “trusted” friend had sold her — a deal made to clear a debt, sealed with her hand in marriage. And in the dangerous world she was dragged into, her survival would depend on one impossible question: Was Alexander her captor… or her savior?

Back then, Alice was framed by her stepsister and had a one-night stand with a strange man. When they met again three years later, she was a single mother and a urologist, and he was David, a billionaire with sexual dysfunction who couldn’t get an erection. She said, “Go lie on the treatment bed and take off your pants, including your underwear.” He stood up, unbuttoned his Tom Ford suit, and casually threw it on a chair. Then, he walked to the bedside with those long legs that would go on a runway, and slowly undid his belt, each movement carrying a kind of silent threat. “If you can‘t cure me, be prepared to be completely blackballed in the American medical circle. Don‘t even think about holding a scalpel in California for the rest of your life.” When she examined him, the change under him was astonishingly fast, like a sudden Flash fire, burning away the wasteland he had maintained for three years. His breathing instantly became heavy, and the bottom of his eyes was stained with a scarlet mixture of shock and madness. “Who the hell are you?” His voice was incredibly hoarse.

I heard a small "come in" from the other end. Grabbing the knob, I twist it before pushing the door open. My eyes widened as I saw the scene unfold in front of me. Xavier stood there in the room along with a woman whose brown hair ruffled all over the place. Her blood-red lipstick was smudged. She was dressed in a revealing top. Her breast almost spilling out of her dress and extra tight and small skirt as if she'd just come from some club, her arms crossed and her features amused. She looked strangely familiar for some reason, and it took me a while to identify her, but I did. She was the same woman I had bumped into on the market. My eyes swiftly turned to Xavier. He was dressed in a suit identical to the one Xavier wore with the top few buttons open. What caught my eyes the most was the lipstick stain on his neck identical to the one the woman had on. My heart slumped in deep dejection. It wasn't any science- rocket to know what had occurred here before my arrival.