Novel & Cerita Kayla Lauren Leaks

On our wedding anniversary, my CEO husband, Michael Grant, invited me to watch the ocean with him. Tragically, a typhoon hit. I stood there in the raging wind and rain for over two hours, and he never showed up. In the end, all I got was a text that he was suddenly going on a business trip and couldn’t make it. Right after that, his intern, Nora Blake, posted a video on her social feed. It showed my usually pampered husband barefoot while helping fishermen haul crates of seafood. Her caption read: "Our hardworking CEO loves to get his hands dirty!" I laughed and commented: "Diligent and enduring—a true role model for us all." The company Slack channel instantly exploded. Everyone was betting on whether I’d finally blow up this time. Michael called me, his voice tight with fury, "Lauren West! What the heck did you mean by posting that comment? Are you trying to humiliate Nora in public? "It was a typhoon. I helped her family move some fish. What’s the big deal? You’re such a pampered little princess who has no idea how hard life really is. Delete that comment now. I’ll take you to the coast another day." Disgust churned in me. I replied, "Let a man who’s already rolled in the mud take me to the ocean? Forget it." Yes. Michael was now tainted, and I didn’t want him anymore.

“What if I choose not to?” I asked. “You don't want your little secret to get out, do you.” he raised a brow. “No, I don't.” I said, dropping my head. “Good.” he said, and snapped his fingers. A young man walked up to our table with a briefcase in his grip. Conrad received the briefcase from him, and placed it on the table. He unlocked and turned it to me. In the briefcase were wads of cash. “I believe this is good for a start.” he said. “Also, I'll help you get rid of that scar on your face. So what do you say? Do we have a deal or not?” ********************* One minute, Lauren was preparing to leave home for her friend's birthday party. And the next? She is a murderer. Faced with the chance of spending the rest of her life behind bars, she's approached by Conrad Anderson — son of the man whom she murdered. He offers her a deal: help him get some information from the CEO of Beamers Industries — Thomas Roy, by becoming his secretary and he would keep her secret safe with a promise to help her get rid of the scar on her face. But when she realizes that she's nothing but a pawn in Conrad's game of revenge, would she terminate the deal, and suffer for her sins, or would she help him get the information which he needs to ruin Thomas's life completely?

Arabella Hopkins has never known peace. Raised in a home of rejection and rivalry, she is forced into a marriage with Edward Hostings, a powerful and intimidating man whose indifference cuts deeper than cruelty. What begins as a cold union soon becomes a battlefield where Arabella must fight not only for love but for survival. As she struggles to adjust to her new life, old enemies resurface. Her father demands she claim control of the family company, her stepsister Lauren plots sabotage fueled by envy, and the media hounds her every move. When Edward falls into a coma, Arabella is left torn between loyalty to him and the overwhelming responsibility of protecting their unborn child. Loss after loss hardens her resolve. The death of her grandmother, the betrayal of her father, and constant public scrutiny transform Arabella from a submissive, wounded woman into a fierce strategist. Along the way, she discovers her strength as a mother, her voice as a leader, and her dignity as a wife. Yet even in the darkest moments, love refuses to die. Against kidnappings, betrayals, and crushing grief, Arabella and Edward’s relationship evolves—from icy detachment to fragile tenderness. Their story is one of survival, resilience, and a love that endures even when tested by unimaginable pain. Scorned Wife is a sweeping romantic drama filled with family intrigue, emotional intensity, and powerful themes of motherhood, betrayal, and redemption. It is a saga of transformation—of a woman who refuses to be broken, and of a marriage that, against all odds, finds a way to heal.

I had just won the Hawthorne Scientific Laureate on the international stage when my father called me back home. "Bring the betrothal gifts to the Hayes family. That childhood engagement should finally be fulfilled." Afraid of getting stuck in traffic, I took my modified motorcycle, carried the national heritage porcelain obtained through generations of the Keane family's military merits, and headed toward their house. Just as I arrived at the community gate, a Porsche suddenly cut across the lane, nearly knocking me over. A heavily made-up woman, Zoey Mercer, stepped out of the car, raised one sharp high heel, and kicked the top box off my motorcycle. "You rode this junk motorcycle yet dared block my way? If you dent my car, your whole family won't be able to afford the compensation!" My heart sank. I quickly opened the case, only to see the entire box of celadon porcelain shattered. "So you’re just some delivery guy. Think this pile of trash is worth even one of my shoes? "You even know whose neighborhood this is? It belongs to Kingshore's Hayes family! My best friend’s family developed this place! Believe it or not, I can have you thrown out right now!" Right then, my fiancee, Lauren Hayes, called me. "Where are you? My friend just messaged me saying there’s a delivery guy causing trouble at the entrance."

So, Mrs. Knight,” he said, voice dripping with mockery, “do we have a deal?” I stared at his hand. Then at his face. Then at the empty shot glasses. I slapped my palm into his. “It’s not Mrs. Knight anymore,” I said, squeezing hard. “And you, Mr. Arrogant, just hired the most vindictive assistant you’ll ever have.” His fingers tightened around mine, warm and strong and promising all kinds of chaos. “Welcome to the dark side, Isabella.” Behind us, Kayla whispered to herself and few people in the coffee shop, “Y’all, I’m literally witnessing the start of a mafia romance…” Lucian’s eyes never left mine. Something electric and dangerous crackled between us. And in that moment, drunk off tequila and vengeance, I signed my soul with the Devil. I said no to Alexander Knight at the altar. Then I said yes to Lucian Voss in the rain, still wearing my wedding dress... Because my fiancee betrayed me twenty minutes before we tied the knots. With Lucian, it was a fake relationship stringed with mind-blowing nights. I gave him my body He offered me revenge Neither of us expected to give our hearts... Or that the enemy warming my bed every night ...was the brother everyone thought died fifteen years ago. Now I'm pregnant and only one knight get's to keep the empire and me

Rae Castor is an orphan with attractive features that never fails to draw the attention of men. However with her beauty, comes a price as most ladies in the blue moon pack despises her. She’s seen as a whore—condemned by both young and old. Things become worse after the Alpha King’s son—Damien begins to shower Rae with attention. Kayla—Damien’s best friend who has always been in love with him learns about his growing attraction for Rae. She works on way to get Rae banished from the pack by the Alpha king. Her plans takes an unexpected turn, and instead of Rae being banished she is taken by the Hybrid king—Von Dax. Rae’s world changes before her eyes as she steps into the hybrid kingdom. She is forced to serve Von Dax and his wife—Queen Calister. But what happens when the death of Von’s wife, surprisingly brings them closer? Rae finds herself falling for Von, and so does Von as he begins to feel drawn to her. Unable to control his feelings, Von decides to claim Rae as his mate, but their sweet love story crashes as Von discovers that Rae is his long lost sister, and that marking her has placed a curse on not only her but also his kingdom. Will Von be able to break the curse and save Rae and his kingdom , or will he lose everything?

I was born in the slums with nothing to my name, yet somehow, I once saved the most dangerous man in all of Sicile. In a crumbling shack, I treated his wounds while he patched the leaks in my roof whenever it rained. Later, he pulled me out of that miserable life and brought me into the heavily guarded estate of a mafia family. Together, we even had a son. However, seven years had passed, and he still had never publicly acknowledged either our child or me, all because my background was too lowly. Gabriele Carlos once told me that as long as our son proved himself exceptional enough, the family would eventually accept him. So even at only seven years old, my son pushed himself desperately hard to study languages, etiquette, and even firearms training. On his birthday, he was burning with fever, his little face pale, yet he still came out as the top student in his grade. Holding his award certificate tightly in his hands, his eyes shone brighter than I had ever seen. “Ma, Papa’s finally going to acknowledge me this time, isn’t he?” So, I took the certificate and went to look for Gabriele at his residence. However, through the heavy doors, I overheard him discussing a wedding with the daughter of another mafia family. They talked about the wedding date, the alliance between their families, and how the territories and profits would be divided afterward. Then, someone suddenly asked, “What about her and the child?” After a brief silence, Gabriele answered calmly, “Just keep them hidden.” Those words struck me hard. So the seven years my son and I had spent waiting meant nothing at all. We had only been fooling ourselves, believing things would change. Well, Gabriele might want us hidden, but unfortunately for him, I was done hiding.

He took a step forward and she took one back till she felt her back slightly hit the wall behind her, smirking he placed a hand on the wall because he knew he had her where he wanted. As he leaned in she turned her face slightly feeling him nibble on her earlobe, the butterflies in her tummy did flips as he did it again and again before mumbling something that seemed to be "you have no idea what you do to me" "Princess look at me" Asher said in a husky voice that set shivers in her body then singer his finger to raise her chin . Opening her eyes she peered at him through the thick of her lashes and was surprised to see some emotions flash through his eyes, ever since she met him it was the first time she had seen it, he was always good at hiding it, even emotions like fear and anxiety but it was no surprise with all going on in their lives at the moment then something flashed and this time she definitely did not want to believe it, "could it be lo..? " , " no it can't be, he said it himself" she assured herself . Meet Kayla Anderson a young lady who will never had believed she'll eventually fall in love with the arrogant billionaire playboy Asher Black especially as their marriage was a contract but then again life is unpredictable ,you never know when Cupid will strike and damn! it was a nice shot cause they both fell head over heels. Join the rollercoaster ride, make sure to fasten your seatbelts because this ride is going to be a little bit bumpy and enjoy yourselves.

Five years ago, I woke up naked beside my husband’s beta, and in that moment, my entire world burned. My mate, Draven, the Alpha of Midnight MC, looked at me like I was filth. He didn’t let me speak. He didn’t believe me. He stripped me of my title, my name, and everything I was, and he banished me. I rebuilt my life from the ashes as a mechanic. A woman learning to live without the bond that once defined her. Until the day he walked back into my life, not Draven, but his estranged stepbrother, Calix. The same man who used to torment me in college just to get under my skin. Cocky, reckless, and infuriatingly charming, the kind of danger that made my heart forget how to beat. He offered me a deal to pretend to be his girlfriend in a three-month biker tournament and he’d rebuild my shattered shop. I should’ve said no. Because when I walked into that tournament, I saw Draven again, he looked colder than I remembered... and standing beside him, heavily pregnant, was my best friend, Lauren, who betrayed me. Now my past and present are colliding in flames. The mate who abandoned me wants me back. The stepbrother who once bullied me wants me. And the lies that ruined my life are unraveling faster than I can breathe. I’m torn between two brothers, one who broke my soul and one who pieced it back together. And I don’t know which one I’m meant to love... or which one will burn me in the end.

On our wedding night, my husband Grayson's sister-in-law, Scarlette, stumbled drunkenly into our bridal suite and threw her arms around him, refusing to let go. "Kayla, my husband died young, and I really just want a child. Please, lend him to me for one night," she cried through her tears, shoving a toy into my hand. "I promise I'll return him tomorrow. And if you get lonely… you can use this to comfort yourself." I stood there, dumbfounded, my gaze shifting in confusion to Grayson, who was already helping Scarlette steady herself. "You're really going to sleep with her?" He avoided my eyes, his tone strangely urgent. "Don't overthink it. She's drunk and talking nonsense. I'll take her back to her room to rest." As he started to leave with her, I stepped in front of them, blocking their way. "Grayson, it's our wedding night tonight. Are you seriously going to walk out with her?" His expression darkened as he pushed me aside. "You're my wife now—try to be more sensible. Don't get jealous over something so trivial." Then, carefully, he guided her out of the room. I wanted to run after him and stop them, but when I saw the deep concern in his eyes as he looked at her, the truth finally hit me. The love this man had for me was no longer mine alone. And if that was the case, why should I cling to a marriage that had already soured? I might as well walk away with my head held high.