Lab Gown

On the day of our tenth wedding anniversary, my wife, Cara Dempsey, jumped from ten thousand feet in the air after hearing that her first love's plane had crashed. It was only then that I finally understood the only man she ever truly loved all these years was Luthen Waltz. When we were both sent back in time to relive our teenage years, she wasted no time making a grand, public confession to Luthen, completely cutting ties with me. I just stood there, watching the two of them kiss like they couldn’t bear to be apart, and in that moment, my heart felt nothing. From that day on, we were over, and we lived our separate lives. Ten years later, we crossed paths again at a five-star hotel in Harbor City. She, who had become a celebrity adored by the world, was wearing a gown, laughing in Luthen’s arms. When she saw me wandering through the hotel, searching for someone, she thought I had come looking for her. “George, stop wasting your time! Even in ten years, I will never choose you!” I didn’t respond. Instead, I looked toward the little girl running toward me, calling me Dad, and gave her the warmest smile. Cara’s expression froze. Tears welled in her eyes as she choked out, “You lied to me, didn’t you? You said you hated kids and that you’d only ever love me.”

“F**k me to death if you must, you asshole,” I sobbed. I felt defeated as I lay beneath the Alpha King’s hardened body. He was pressed heavily against me. Tears stained my features and he stared around my face, curiously. He had paused for a long moment, breathless and trembling. Just moments ago, he was ripping my custom-made wedding gown off my thin body and shredding it to pieces. I trembled uncontrollably as he pressed me against his bed, kissing every mark of my body and biting me until I bled. His dark blue gaze had gone wild and at that moment, I truly feared for my life. I feared that the night of my wedding night was going to be the end of my life altogether. The memory of the day invaded my mind as I kept thinking to myself, “how did I end up here?” *** To save her little brother, Hannah was forced to take her stepsister Amy's place in the arranged marriage, marring the cruel Alpha King, Peter. Little did she know, there will be so many dangers await her. Alpha Peter, the most arrogant, cold and strongest man in werewolf Kingdom, he accept this marriage because he needs to find his mate, as it was foretold. Only his mate can save him from his frantic fury. He has no idea that soon he finds himself falling for this little omega girl.

EXTRACTS..... "Oh poor boy, your friends left you," she said and climbed onto the table. Frederick followed her every movement with his eyes. Kristen ran her tongue on her lips and pulled her gown a bit up, revealing her pinky pantie. Frederick swallowed at the sight of her pantie. He couldn't tear his eyes off her. "Do you want to know what I can do?" She asked seductively but was disappointed he did not answer her rather he moped at her. Something like this is a huge turn-off for her. She rolled her eyes and got down from the table. "You look like a log of wood. You simply don't want what I can offer," she said and started walking off. Frederick caught her wrist unconsciously and pulled her to himself, "can you show me please?" ****** All Kristen could offer was sex and nothing more due to her tragic past. She met Frederick at one of her craziest nights and slept with him but then, Frederick could go extra mile to make her see that there is more to life than holding on to THE PAST. When she thought life was being fair to her, something terrible happened which opened up a past no one knew about. She lost her memory leaving her with no knowledge of who Frederick was and giving her a whole new identity. Frederick would have to fight for a love he had nurtured for so long when Lous, an alleged fiance of Kristen surfaced.

Aurora Walton once made a bet with her mother—if Joseph Hunt ever fell in love with her, her mother would step aside and let them be together. So, upon learning that Joseph preferred gentle and resilient girls, she disguised herself as a struggling college student to get close to him. But in the end, Joseph crushed her illusions, holding his first love in his arms as he looked at Aurora with disdain. "A gold-digging nobody like you? How could you ever compare to Judy?" Humiliated and heartbroken, Aurora walked away, returning home to claim her rightful place as heiress to a billion-dollar empire. Years later, she returned, draped in a custom-made designer gown worth million, exuding elegance and power. Beside her stood a man whispered to be untouchable, feared, and revered. As she crossed paths with Joseph once more, the tables had turned. This time, it was Joseph who was left in regret. He took to social media with a public confession: "I used to think I loved strong, one-of-a-kind women. But Aurora, meeting you made me realize that love isn’t about rules. You are my exception." That very night, the elusive Lucas Carter broke his silence, releasing a long-cherished photograph. In it, a girl smiled brightly, untamed and full of life. With absolute certainty, he took Aurora’s hand and made his declaration for the world to hear. "Mrs. Carter, there are no exceptions. You've always been the one. And I've been waiting for this moment my whole life."

We are leaving now! A woman screamed as she dragged her seven year old daughter by her hand. But mum, why. What's going on? The girl asked as she began to cry. What did you do? You exposed our secret and now they are coming for us. The FBI wants to use us as lab rats. Now get in there and pack. The woman said pushing her into her room. There was a knock on the door, starling the both of them. Keep quiet and don't make a sound. The mum whispered as she went to the door to look. Cj? It's me. I am here now. The boy said as he knocked again. Mum, it's Romeo. He's my friend. Cj said as she rushed to open the door. No, Cj don't. The mum screamed but it was too late. Three FBI agents surrounded the front door as they pointed their guns at her. Romeo was being held roughly by one of the officers. Hands up in the air, where we can see them. One of the officers said at Cj and her mom. Romeo? How could you? Cj asked as she began to cry. Not another word from you. The female agent said as she went to handcuff her. Nooooo! The mum screamed as the house shattered pushing the officers away back three feet. Romeo held on to Cj for support so he didn't fall. Cj! Run! The mum screamed as a gunshot was heard and she fell to the ground. Mum! Cj screamed as she watched her mum, bleed out on the floor. With a new profound anger she faced Romeo and placed her hand on his head, prepared to kill him but she was shot by the hand. So she was interrupted, Romeo slumped to the floor unconscious and Cj took off, into the forest never to be seen again.

I was chosen to be the fiancée of Lorenzo, the Mafia’s heir. But at a family gala, Lorenzo was openly pursued by Chiara, the daughter of an arms dealer. Chiara wasn’t like the other rule-abiding debutantes.She tore through the streets in a modified sports car, used a military-grade combat knife to cut her cigars, and drank the harshest whiskey neat.There was an untamed wildness about her, a fire Lorenzo couldn’t look away from. He complained to the family elders, “How can a woman like that possibly be our Madre and run this entire family?” His words dripped with disdain for her recklessness, yet his eyes were glued to her, tracking her every move as she raised her glass. Then, on Lorenzo’s birthday, he announced his intention to make Chiara his mistress. Chiara refused.”The women of my family are wives, never mistresses.And my husband’s heart must belong only to me.” Lorenzo came to me, his voice hesitant.”Alessia, it’s just a title.I need you to give it to Chiara.Please? She doesn’t understand our family’s traditions, and she’s making a scene about marrying me.We just need to pacify her for now.Even if she marries me, you will still be the one to manage the family’s affairs.” As I stood trying on my wedding gown, a sharp crystal bead on the bodice pierced my finger.A single drop of blood bloomed against the pure white satin. The dress was ruined, but the wedding would go on. Since he chose someone else to be his wife, I will become his Madre.

After I, Rosalie Ricci, was stood up 17 times, the mafia don, Daniel Marino, finally holds the perfect engagement banquet for me. In our second year together, we are ready to get married. But every single time, he has an excuse to hold our engagement off. He says he's busy with work, the timing isn't right yet, or that he isn't quite ready. I never blame him because I love him. I have loved him since our school days. In fact, I have loved him for seven whole years. This is the 18th time. I stand in the banquet hall wearing the gown he personally chose for me and watch as he slips the ring onto my finger. He kisses me with a passionate intensity he has never shown me before. At that moment, I believe that I have finally secured my perfect happiness after waiting seven long years. My happiness only lasts until the guests leave. As I step into the back garden, I see Daniel holding my twin sister, Leah Ricci, in his arms. He says in a hushed voice, "I announced my engagement to Rosalie 18 times. This time, you're finally back." That's when I realize that the engagement banquet that I have longed for is nothing more than a ploy by Daniel to draw Leah back to him. But when I decided to let them be together, Daniel panics.

On my wedding anniversary, I came home to rose petals and champagne. Instead of romance, I found my husband in bed with my sister—wearing the couture gown I designed for her runway debut. He called my designs "boring" and revealed the fashion house I built was actually funded by her secret investor money. The child we adopted? Her biological son with my husband, who she abandoned to chase Paris Fashion Week. I walked out in nothing but the lingerie prototype from my latest collection. In a snowstorm. Straight into an exclusive fashion week after-party where I met him: a mysterious man who mistook me for a model and offered me a drink that tasted like freedom. One night later, I owed him $100,000. Three months later, I discovered I was pregnant. And when I showed up to my job interview at the biggest fashion conglomerate in the industry, ready to prove my designs could save their failing luxury brand, the CEO sitting across from me was the same man from that night. He remembers me. He wants his money back. And he's offering me $5 million if I can take his brand from fashion week laughingstock to top five in three major shows. I took the bet. I just didn't tell him about the baby. Or that my ex-husband's textile company supplies the fabric for every major fashion house—including his.

“Show me euphoria tonight or let your boyfriend die!” Jacob Kyler whispers near Rosalia's ear making her disgusted and shocked. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Rosalia is caught between the two biggest mafias after they both fall for her. Henry Anderson and Rosalia love each other, but a problem arises when Jacob Kyler, an underworld mafia leader, claims her as his girl. The rivalry between Henry and Jacob is long-standing, and their competition becomes more intense over her. Rosalia goes on a date with Henry, where he proposes marriage, which she gladly accepts. To ensure that Jacob cannot interfere, they arrange their marriage in a different city, beyond his reach. Everything is going smoothly until one midnight Jacob Kyler shows up in her room and proposes her a condition. To maintain everything she has to come to a term with him and accept his poisonous condition. Henry and Rosalia happily plan everything for their wedding, and finally, the big day arrives. With a sigh of relief, they proceed with the ceremony. Finally, the most anticipated day for Rosalia and Henry has arrived. Wearing her beautiful white wedding gown, she arrives at the hall, bringing joy to Henry’s heart. His heart races as he sees the love of his life standing in front of him. They finally embrace each other. With slow steps, she makes her way to him, and they stand face to face. A shy smile forms in the corner of her lips upon seeing him smile while looking at her. After reciting the vows, the pastor asks him, “Henry Anderson, do you take Rosalia Moore as your lawful wife?” “No, he doesn’t!” The guests in the hall are agitated as they hear a girl’s voice that has floated from the dead end of the hall. *******Not for Sensitive People*******

I've just returned from the world's biggest tech summit when my mentor, who's like a father to me, calls. He tells me he's arranged for me to marry his close friend's son, Jonathan Ford. Jonathan is one of Javron's rising stars. A few of my patents are licensed to his company, and they form the core technology of his new product. I work late to wrap up everything in the lab. Then, I dress up and head to the engagement ceremony. Unexpectedly, I'm stopped at the door by Jonathan's secretary, Linda Jones. She wears a lavish gown and looks more like the bride than I do. "Turn around and scram if you know what's good for you," she says with a sneer. "You're just an orphan from the countryside—think twice about whether you're worthy of our CEO." I ask, "Does Jonathan know you're making decisions for him like this?" She lets out a contemptuous laugh. "You're nothing but a pretty face who needs to ride on her mentor's reputation to get married. How can you possibly understand the weight I carry in Mr. Ford's heart?" A blush spreads across her face as she speaks. I study her for a few seconds, then call Jonathan. "If your idea of courtesy is leaving your fiancee standing outside the venue, then here's how I'll repay the favor. I'll let you read the contract and watch as I sell my patents to your competitor. How does that sound?"