Leo Man Pisces Woman

The Moretti Family's Thanksgiving party was in full swing downstairs—crystal clinks, fake laughs, classic mafia gloss. Meanwhile, I was curled up in a servant's room on the third floor. Jackson Moretti's wife. Legally, anyway. My hands were ice. I gripped the ultrasound report like it could anchor me. Three heartbeats. Strong, steady. It was supposed to be a surprise—his big Thanksgiving gift. To the outside world, Jackson was a polished Stanford grad, running a top-tier consulting firm in San Francisco. But behind the scenes? He ran the Moretti empire—cold, calculated, pulling strings in the West Coast's darkest corners. Three years of marriage and we barely spoke, but I still clung to the hope that maybe... maybe there was something real left. Then I heard him downstairs. "You really not letting your wife come down?" "Isabella?" He laughed. "She'd kill the vibe." Another voice chimed in. "Lina's back, right? Wild you married her twin. Which one do you actually like?" Jackson didn't miss a beat. "Isabella's just a stand-in. Quiet. Predictable. I could tell her to drop dead and she'd say 'okay.'" "So when are you ditching her?" "Dunno. She thinks she matters. I'm just playing her." I slapped a hand over my mouth to muffle the sob. A minute later, I was heading downstairs, numb. I brushed my fingers over my belly. "Sorry, babies," I whispered. Triplets. His. He thought I was blind. Weak. Stuck. What he didn't know? A quiet woman, once she snaps—she can burn it all down.

As usual... Same answer to the same question asked. Cold, hard, dull and dry and cracked just like arid lands... How are you, however, is a normal question. The answer given in return is usually "I'm fine" and it is a clear answer that will follow. After that, the conversation would go away, but the young man's voice froze both the time and the atmosphere with his answer. The conversation was limited to a few short words, and that was what he wanted anyway...

The moment my sister brought Daniel home so the family could meet him was the day I knew I had to make him mine. He looked like he was written by a Latin God, six feet four, perfect for my height of five feet nine. He had jet black hair and he knew what he was doing when he wore that tight T shirt that hugged his muscles, sitting across from me on the dining table.

Crystal is a doctor from a middle-class family. She is a single mother who fights every second for her daughter, to protect her, to be with her.Rayan is a successful businessman from a highly prominent family who conceals everything with the arduous side of him because of forbidding the least important chance of life that was precious than anything for him.Mistakes are common at 18, But how about the mistakes that were never considered as mistakes?At 18, they fell in love, loved each other like crazy that will beat any adult's love. Fate is merciless, it turned its back to them, caused them to fall apart. But fate can't perish the feelings, the consequence they carry. Or maybe worse.. it was all planned by fate.Everything seems to be okay until they meet again after so many years. An unexpected encounter uncovered the hidden consequence of them to him about which he wasn't aware of. How will he react? How will he fight now?**It's an unedited book, and the very first book I wrote. Mistakes are common. Read at your own risk.**

"Apakah dengan tidur bersamamu, aku bisa melupakan rasa sakit karena patah hati, Mr. Vandara?" Aline bertanya dengan nada lirih. "Aku akan memberikanmu yang terbaik di ranjang. Kau akan bisa melupakan pria itu." Darmo Vandara berucap mantap. Digenggam kedua tangan Aline. "Hanya akan ada seks. Tidak melibatkan perasaan apa pun. Aku tidak bisa menjanjikan cinta untukmu, Mr. Vandara. Aku tidak pernah menyukaimu." "Tapi, kau akan membutuhkanku di tempat tidur untuk memberikanmu kepuasaan seksual." Darmo Vandara mempererat tautan jari tangan mereka. "Kau akan tergantung padaku. Hanya aku yang bisa melakukannya untukmu, Aline." Darmo kian mantap berbicara. Semakin bertekad juga dalam membuktikan kata-katanya. …………………... Darmo Vandara sudah menyukai Aline Whitney bahkan sebelum wanita itu bekerja di perusahaannya. Harta berlimpah dan status sebagai pengusaha muda kaya di New York, tak membuat Aline bisa mencintai balik dirinya. Darmo memilih menunjukkan sikap egois dengan menyingkirkan semua pria mendekati wanita itu. Hanya ia seorang yang bisa memiliki Aline. Dan, ketika wanita itu mengalami patah hati, Darmo menawarkan tidur bersama sebagai bentuk pelampiasan. Idenya pun disetujui oleh Aline. Darmo Vandara memberikan kepuasaan yang bisa membuat Aline semakin dekat dengan dirinya. Ia terus berupaya memenangkan hati wanita itu. Akankah berakhir pada sebuah ikatan yang sakral? …………….

This is a story between a bloodthirsty merman and a kind and naive researcher. Linda, a researcher at a Japanese maritime university, found herself raped by a lewd merman in a dream. This tempted her to conduct research on this mythical creature. Together with her professor Gary, they set off to sea in search of merfolk. They successfully caught a merman, but Linda was marked as its mate…Was it a human that had caught a merman, or was it a merman who had found its prey?

Warning!!! This novel contain scenes that are not suitable for children. That includes on killing, suicide... torture... and R-21 scenes Keira Del Carlo sold her virginity in the auction to save her mother and a billionaire bought her for more than 4 million dollars. Her life turned upside down when she signed the papers that the billionaire gave to her that night after she gave up her innocence. Alessandro De Alegre was a vicious billionaire when it comes to business. But behind that merciless attitude, there's a soft spot that only meant for her. He has been searching for his first love for a very long time until he found a lead that she's in an auction. He took advantage of it to have her back and made her sign the marriage contract while she's not herself. She didn’t even recognize him, and that’s when he found out that her memories with him had been erased. All her time with him, he gave her everything including the Golden Age Entertainment that should belong to her. She lives with him without knowing that she's married to him the night he took her innocence and imprisoned her in his villa. She lives thinking that she’s the mistress.

In that little town on the island, there was one family more rich and powerful than the rest, the Dankworths. And Jana knew that all too well. She was a pretty fifteen-year-old girl from the other side of town. Her family were outcasts, nobodies, seen as part of the lowlifes. But even so, she had eyes only for Lawrence Dankworth, one of the Dankworth sons. He became the center of her universe, though she had to keep it a secret. If people ever found out about her ultimate crush on him, she would become the laughingstock of the town. Lawrence held nothing but hatred for her family. It even came to the point where he showed up at their home and ordered them to leave. She was too shocked to comprehend the hatred in his eyes, too stunned as their house burned under his command, before she could even pack what little they owned. They had no choice but to leave the island. But Jana carried the memory of that day deep in her heart. Years passed. And now, she has decided to return.

Evelyn Vion is an ordinary woman with big aspirations of becoming a renowned writer. Her life takes an unexpected turn when she meets Maxwell Fierez, a 30-year-old billionaire from a wealthy and influential family. Despite being aware of the vast differences in their worlds and backgrounds, they find themselves in a secret relationship. The question remains - how far will their forbidden love take them? Against the backdrop of Maxwell's father's disapproval and the challenges that lie ahead, fate seems determined to separate them. Unexpectedly, Evelyn discovers she is carrying their child, but she chooses to keep this news to herself. Until their paths cross once more, and Maxwell comes face to face with Evelyn's child, whose piercing blue eyes mirror his own. How will their smoldering resentment, buried anguish, and relentless urge to conceal drive them forward?

On New Year's Eve, I prepare a feast. The clock strikes twelve, but my husband, Vincent Porter, still isn't home. My daughter, Lorelei Porter, tugs at my sleeve and holds up my phone. "Look Mommy, Daddy is at this lady's house!" Vincent has posted an update on Twitter. He is with Christine Snow, his childhood sweetheart. They are smiling at the camera, with a boy who looks about ten standing between them. In front of them sits a swan-shaped cake. The caption reads, "The most special day for the most special you." My heart sinks into my stomach. A marriage that came later in life can never compete with a pair of childhood sweethearts. I accept defeat.