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They abused her for as long as she could remember and they were suddenly her fated mates. Aurora had waited so long to find out who her mates would be but she couldn’t accept the same people who made her life hell. She rejected them but They won’t take No for an answer. Will she accept to come back to them? Or will they lose her forever? And what exactly happened all those years ago?

Rossezekiel Dela Vega was the oldest son of one of the former business tycoon families in Asia. At the age of 27, he had already made his name by being the game-changer of their empire, according to Forbes Magazine. Having the Dela Vega surname was not easy, but he made it with his own dedication and principle. As others fantasized about him by his beauty, wealth and whatsoever, he was head over heels for his longtime girlfriend, Farah Herrera, who's been teaching senior high school students. Unlike Rossezekiel, Farah lives as a simple yet amazing woman. Their relationship was not on public display, but the whole nation knows that Dela Vega's oldest son has already settled to marry his beloved girlfriend. However, what if your so-called perfect relationship faces a test of fate, where you encounter not just heartache but also a love that has lost its own identity? .  .  .  Could you still save it or free yourself from those traumatizing days and nights?

This is the story of Akash and Dharani. Akash means sky and Dharani means earth.... He came to me and held my hair again and made me look at him. "Don't you dare to question me again or else I will make you regret for it" he said to me dangerously and slapped me again. "What do you think that you can become my wife so easily? Did you look at yourself anytime in the mirror? Do you know how disgusting you look?" he said to me with so much hate. It is usual for me to get abused but I never thought that my husband will also be one of them. Just now I thought I will be free from that hell but no. I came to another hell. We all know that earth and sky doesn't touch each other but can Akash and Dharani fall in love..... To know about it let's see their journey....

They say distance means so little when the person means so much… But when you mean nothing to that person then, the little distance will definitely mean so much… They say distance is a test of how far love can go but what if there is no love in the first place… They say the worst thing about distance is we don’t know whether they miss you or forget you, but what if they don’t even give a sign that they feel your presence even after looking at you every day… Distance doesn’t just refer to the miles between two persons. Because we are not living in different places far away from each other, but still, there is a distance between us. Is it going to be just there forever? Or will there be any way to reduce it... You may have become my husband, but you made yourself as a stranger to me by forming this distance between us, and I am losing the little hope which I formed in the beginning slowly…

Good….. I want to see you play with yourself and unless you have my permission, you can't fucking cum" "Yes, Daddy" I thought I had a problem being aroused. My ex boyfriend broke up with me for being insensitive to his touches and I thought I really had a problem with myself until I met him, Mark Arthur, my late father's best friend. He could make me wet just by staring at me and his slightest touches could make the 'insensitive' me shudder and cum. Yet, he wanted boundaries, he wanted to be a father figure to me but I didn't want him as a father. I wanted him. I wanted him to be my daddy. I wanted to be his little submissive slut and I was going to break his boundaries until I became Daddy's Little plaything.

"Either do as I say or find another job for yourself," he threatened me with his stormy green eyes, coming so close to me that I could see the lost warmth in his green orbs. And before I could reply to that bastard he walked away making me regret the moment when I joined his company. *** Ashley Brooke was the girl who could anything for her family to feed them after being poor and not getting any opportunity she finally got a job in a cafeteria but what happens when one night she accidentally runs into the country's most ruthless billionaire Blake Jensen. Little did she know a big scandal with him will jeopardize her whole life when she had to act to be his romanticized interest. Will anything ever happen between them? Or they will just pretend it until its end? Read the story to find out more. **** Follow me on Instagram- @shivangiprajapati_9

" For poor people like us, our respect is everything." The same sentence echoing in his head burnt him alive, how can she slap him. Every girl would go to her knees to please him but this cheap, country girl turns down an offer to spend a night with him. He took an expansive bottle of liquor and threw it on the wall making a loud noise. " I'll make you lay down under me, I'll make you cry my name, I will fuck you so hard that all your honor, your RESPECT will fly away ... I will tarnish you in such a way that you, yourself, will feel disgusted with yourself. "He said, looking at the broken pieces of the bottle. "I will, Amber. I will." He made a promise to himself while looking at his bed. One day he will see her naked on his bed. under his mercy.

My sister-in-law, Esmerelda Black, hates that her mother, Ruth Jennings, favors me. To make things worse, she has the ability to hear Ruth's thoughts. And she uses that gift against me. When I tell Ruth to have more vegetables to stay healthy, Esmerelda says, "Clara is such a cheapskate not to buy you meat. She doesn't ask her own mom to eat more vegetables." When I encourage Ruth to exercise more to build strength, she says, "Mom, you're already old. You should be taking it easy. Clara wants you to work yourself to death." Slowly, Ruth grows to hate me. In the end, Esmerelda acquires the family business, seizes the fortune, and trafficks me to North Maldia to die. However, when I open my eyes again, I have her gift too—I can also hear Ruth's thoughts.

I still didn't understand what he said. I couldn't think of anything I had done to hurt him. Maybe I was really clueless about what was going on in his life. I wiped the tears off my face with my sleeve. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have yelled." He said looking away. I sniffed. " So....was ...was..what we had...was our marriage...fake? " He sighed and remained silent. At that moment, I realized that the man I had loved and spent 10 years of my life with not only betrayed me by taking another wife but tried to take everything from me. He came into my life for revenge; he married me for revenge, and he loved me for revenge. Revenge for something I knew nothing about. On top of all that, we even had children. My Father was on his side, and he made me choose ...Divorce my husband and lose the right to being his only heir and lose custody over my children or get used to the fact that my husband married another woman and lived the rest of my life in luxury and misery. I can only hope that someone or something saves me from this hell hole.

“Say you’re mateless. No matter what you feel, Laila. Don’t you dare say a word, unless you want your brother to lose everything.” Years of crushing on our Alpha’s son, Cael. Years of secretly dreaming he’d choose me, even while Lysander clung to his side. All those fantasies shatter the night he forces me to deny him at the Moon Ceremony. I thought my life had ended… until one reckless kiss from Cael binds me to a new kind of doom. For my sin, Lysander delivers her price: steal an ancient moon relic from the Fearless Pack, or lose my brother’s freedom, and the scholarship that was supposed to save my future. But how do I steal from a man whose very name is Death? A masked Alpha who watches me with burning restraint, his nostrils flaring, every muscle straining as if he’s one breath away from breaking. Sometimes he fails. Sometimes I feel the ghost of his touch in my hair when he thinks I’m not looking. And sometimes… I wonder if I’ll survive the way he’s already claimed me without a word.