Laid Bare

"Let's get divorced." Layla said quietly but firmly. She couldn't take it anymore. Her marriage with Nate has been a facade, constructed solely to fulfill her father's dying wish. Even though Layla used to think she could his heart through time, she finally gave it up seeing his ex-girlfriend coming back. She should be the one to stand beside Nate. After all, she has always been the one in his heart. That's why Nate never laid his hand on her throughout their entire marriage, wasn't it? Layla was a girl with dignity. If Nate didn't show any interest in her, she didn't want to be the wrong person to occupy him, even if it hurt to let go. However, why didn't Nate just accept it and move on? Seeing the divorce paper, he said to Layla coldly, "as long as the paper is not signed, you are still my wife and no other man can lay his hands on you."

When I was three months pregnant, my Don husband’s so-called step sister, Ruby, showed up at my door. Her swollen belly was impossible to miss, “Donna, since my due date is so close, I thought you should know… the Don’s heir is in my belly.” She laid everything in front of me—intimate photos of her and Caleb, records of the weekly money transfers he sent her, even the deed to a mansion. The earliest dates traced back to the time I lost our first baby, when the doctors told me it would be difficult for me to conceive again. All these years, I had been enduring IVF treatments, desperately trying to carry our child once more—while he was fooling around with his so-called step sister. Well, if Caleb wanted another woman so badly, he could have her. I had no intention of staying anyway. I was already planning my leave.

"THE MOON SHINES FOR THOSE WHO ARE REJECTED. THE STARS SHALL RADIATE THEIR GLOW UPON ME." Unwanted and abused, all that Ophelia had always wanted was to find her mate who was going to put her out of her miserable life. Luck wasn't always on her side — just when she finally found her mate she quickly got rejected. All hope was lost — her only mate had hurt her and left her for life to cast its dirt on her. Despair was all that Ophelia embraced instead — Torn and helpless, Ophelia walked away from all hope until someone unthinkable laid his eyes on her. It was love at first sight — a second chance to be loved but it was an alpha king of a very prestigious pack. All blossomed into glitters and when she thought of moving higher, her mate, who had rejected her, turns back into her life this time with a mission to win her back. Ophelia is now stuck between two men who would do anything to get her. Who is she going to choose?

"You were flirting with my client right in front of me, I knew you were trying to get back at me, well you won! Because I'm so mad that I'm going to punish you for it!" He pushed me inside, grabbed my lips and kissed me roughly. "There will be no time for foreplay…" ------------------------------------------------------ I never thought I could meet Carl again, at my darkest moments. “GET OUT OF MY OFFICE OR SUCK MY DICK” He screamed at me. I flushed with embarrassment, how could the gentleman I had secretly in love with for years become this grumpy? Yet still, he is hot as hell and I want him so badly. The first time I saw Carl, he was the heir of Manson Empire, and I was nobody but a little intern. He was successful and respected, yet always being caring and gentle. I was clumsy and shy, yet full of dreams and ambition. He had never laid an eye on me, but he was always the beacon lighting up my world. Until my world collapsed. So I ran.

I'd been engaged to Ivan since we were kids. When he went off to the military, I stayed behind—ten years of caring for his paralyzed mom, putting my whole life on pause. By the time he came back, I was at the age where most women were settling down. And he showed up with someone else. Ivan laid it out, stone cold: "Nadia's my comrade's widow. If you want to marry me, you'll have to accept her too. Most of my pay goes to her. I promised I'd take care of her. She gets first pick of everything in the house. Don't like it? Then forget about getting married." I looked past him. Nadia stood there, tears dripping down her cheeks, playing the poor little victim. Right then, I ended it. No drama. No regrets. Signed up for the Rural Teaching Support Program the same day. Left love behind. Threw everything I had into teaching.

My father called me to his study to deliver an order. I, Victoria Castellano, was to take my illegitimate half-sister Isabella’s place, to marry the comatose heir of the rival Moretti family and secure a truce. I didn’t cry. I laid my kid gloves on his polished desk and made my three demands. Sever all ties. My mother’s entire legacy. And give my bodyguard, Nicholas, to Isabella. Everyone knew my obsession with him. I loved him until I overheard the truth. He was the hidden Rossi heir, undercover only to protect his precious Isabella. Every time he’d saved my life, he was just guarding his link to her. So I let him go. I won’t tell him I’m marrying someone else. And I’ll never tell him that three years ago, in Lake Tahoe’s freezing depths, the lips that breathed life back into a drowning man—the memory that haunts him—weren’t Isabella’s. They were mine.

On the day we were to choose our magical guardians, my sister laid claim to the griffin's egg, leaving the serpent's egg to me. She boasted that, as the trueborn daughter of the queen and the eldest princess, she was destined to become the chosen heir. However, her griffin egg never hatched, what stumbled out was nothing more than a pitiful turkey. My serpent egg, however, nurtured by the waters of the enchanted spring, awakened into a true white wyvern. When I was named heir to the throne, my sister raised a cup in celebration, only to poison me with the wine and end my life. I opened my eyes again at the moment of choosing. This time, my sister snatched away my serpent egg, shattered the griffin's before my eyes, and imprisoned me on a distant isle: determined that I would witness her glory as the chosen of the white wyvern and heir to the crown. Yet when the white wyvern cracked its shell, destiny shifted. I bound myself instead to the Titan Ape, a beast mighty enough to bring the wyvern to its knees.

AN EROTIC ROMANCE NOVEL. READ RESPONSIBLY. CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT. Grayson Andrade had it all—power, looks, and women at his feet. But everything came crashing down when his fiancée betrayed him. The pain, the anger, and the disgust twisted something deep inside him. And ever since that day… his body refused to respond. No matter what he tried, he couldn’t get hard. For a man like Grayson, it was more than just frustrating—it was humiliating. He tried doctors, pills, therapy—everything. Nothing worked. Until Olivia. She was just a maid in his late father’s estate. Quiet, unassuming, and definitely not his type. But the first time he laid eyes on her, something in him stirred—and for the first time in years, he stirred too. Hard. Unrelentingly hard. Now, Grayson is desperate. He’s convinced Olivia is the key to fixing him. And he’ll do whatever it takes to make her say yes… because only she has the power to bring his manhood back to life.

This isn’t your typical medieval romance. My name is Penelope Ernaut, the first daughter of the Ernaut Dukedom. I once had it all—status, power, a future. Until one betrayal shattered everything. My pack fell. My bloodline crumbled. And I ran, dragging my sister with me, hoping we could escape it all. However, we didn’t. She left me. Just like everyone else. After dying in the hands of my sister who returned and my mate who saw me as a toy, I was giving another chance to live again and I came back to make them bleed... But I never expected the Lycan King. Dain Zevryn—His Majesty. To come into my life. He was cold, dangerous, and beautiful in all the ways that make you ache. To the world, we were nothing more than allies and business partners. But behind closed doors, I was his only sweet toy, stripped bare for his sinful duties. I thought this time I was taking control of my story. But the deeper I fell into his world, the more I realized—I didn’t escape the cage. I just stepped into a prettier one and would I ever escape it this time?

After my father died, my mother remarried and took my younger sister and me with her. But her new husband had one condition—she could only bring one child. From people who used to hang around my dad, I later learned that my grandfather was actually a wealthy antique collector. My sister clung to him for her own future, refusing to let go. But in his eyes, her only job was to get straight A's; everything else—her clothes, her meals, her allowance—was kept to the bare minimum. I went with my stepfather instead. His business took off, and we eventually moved into a huge mansion. He even set me up with an engagement to the heir of a powerful, wealthy family. My sister was eaten up with jealousy. One day, she doused me in gasoline and dragged us both back in time to that day we had to choose our futures. This time, she lunged for my stepfather's hand and held on tight. "I want to stay with Mom and Dad," she announced. I didn't miss a beat. I immediately ducked behind my grandfather. 'Fine, Phoebe. You're the one who chose a life as a bargaining chip. Don't blame me for it. You can have it.'