My S-class Hunters

Chloe Sinclair thought she had everything figured out until the love of her life, Steven Blackwood, betrayed her. Seeking solace, she finds comfort in a passionate encounter with a handsome friend. When her father’s debts force her into a contract marriage with Steven, Chloe believes it's the only way to save her father. But everything changes when she discovers that her entire life has been built on lies and manipulation. Faced with heartbreak and cruelty, She falls in love with a reclusive billionaire - the very same friend from the unforgettable night, Liam Hawthorne meanwhile chloe can’t ignore the unresolved feelings she still holds for Steven, leaving her torn between love and heartbreak, caught in a dangerous love triangle, Will manipulation and lies tear her apart, or will Chloe finally embrace forgiveness and a second chance at love?

Everyone seems to be in love but me. Why is that? Relationship after relationship, and nothing. I’m always the bridesmaid, but never the bride. It’s getting old. Fast. And just when I start to give up, he walks into my life. Sexy, strong, older. The father of one of my students. It’s against the rules to feel the way I do about him, but I can’t help myself. A single father with a sexy demeanor and deep pockets. But that’s not what gets me about him. It’s the way he looks at me. As if he already owns me. The relationship can be our little secret. Or can it?

His hand slid beneath my dress, fingers curling around my thighs with a possessive grip. "I always knew that scumbag couldn't treat you right," he murmured, his voice low and gravelly as his lips traced a slow path from my jaw to my neck. "Still can't figure out what you ever saw in him." I drew in a shaky breath as his hands moved higher, fingertips brushing the band of my panties, sending a jolt of heat through me. "Women like you are prizes, Sienna," he whispered against my lips, the words melting into my skin. My grip on his shirt tightened, knuckles white. "And prizes? They're meant to be fucking claimed. Owned." In the haze of intoxication, Alexander Grayson looked like the most beautiful thing on Earth—or perhaps he really was. "Can... can you make me forget about Ryatt?" I breathed, my voice trembling. A smirk tugged at his lips, dark and predatory, as his hand slid inside my panties, finding the heat of my wet, aching pussy. A soft moan escaped me, and I clung to him, every nerve alight."I'll make you forget about yourself, flower," with that he crushed his lips to mine. *** From the moment I met Alexander Grayson, I despised him with everything I had. But when with fate's cruel sense of humor he forced his way into my life, everything changed. He was everything I loathed—a womanizer, a violent monster, a spoiled heir with an ego larger than life itself. He should have meant nothing to me. Yet, I learned the truth the hard way: nothing about Alexander Grayson was ever simple. Alex dragged me into the hell he'd created, where he sat as the devil on the throne of darkness And the most terrifying part? I didn’t want to….escape.

For the nursery's Family Day, my husband, Gary Lane, said that he was busy at work and told our daughter, Emily Lane, and I not to participate in the event. I looked at Emily's disappointed face, my heart ached. Therefore, I decided to take Emily to the event myself. As soon as we arrived at the nursery, we saw Gary carrying a little boy in one hand and holding his childhood sweetheart, Shannon Harvey's hand in the other. They looked like a family of three and were very happy. That was until they saw me and Emily. Gary furrowed his brows a little and then let go of Shannon's hand. "Don't get me wrong, Jasmine. It's not easy for Shannon to raise a child as a single mother. It's the child's fifth birthday today. She wanted him to experience some fatherly love." I looked at him meaningfully, squatted down, and held Emily's hand. "Honey, say hello to Mr. Lane."

On the day I got pregnant again, August decided to give up on gambling and work to provide for the family. I was so touched that I cried. With trembling hands, I handed him the money I had saved up after working odd jobs for a year. Two of the bank notes fell on the floor, and I picked them up before running after him. When I reached the end of the alley, I saw the mafia members who always came to our doorstep to demand repayment of our debt. They treated August respectfully. Apparently, his poverty was just a facade. “Mr. August, do we still need to surround your house and demand payment tomorrow?” August sat in a Lincoln limousine and said nonchalantly, “No need.” He stared at the ring on his finger and sighed. “It’s been years. It’s enough to prove that her love for me is real. She once worked so hard to pay off my debt that she suffered a miscarriage. “I already betrayed her once. It’s time to tell her about my true identity so that she doesn’t have to work so hard anymore.” But Ivy, his childhood friend, pouted. “You can’t! It’s not time yet to reveal the truth! What if she’s like your previous girlfriends and only cares about your money and your identity as a mafia boss? “You should wait a little longer and see whether she wants to have this baby.” August gave a wistful nod. “Alright. I’ll do as you say. In any case, she has been with me for so long. I don’t think she can leave me now.” I clenched the money in my hands and turned around. Tears streamed down my cheeks. I no longer wanted to live this lie dressed as love.

It's my third wedding anniversary with Eanes Lambert. However, he and his childhood sweetheart put on a public display of affection on their social media. "My heart beats for you and you only." I like the post and share it, but the original post is immediately deleted. Later, Eanes calls me to tell me off. "I was just comforting her because she was in a bad mood. Do you have to be so petty? What else can you do other than get jealous of others?" The next second, I receive a photo of him and his childhood sweetheart kissing passionately. She's the one who's sent it to me. In the past, I would've stormed over there to kick up a fuss. Now, however, I merely choose to leave Eanes. I'll let him have what he wants.

TRIGGER WARNING: This story contains dark themes, including emotional manipulation, psychological trauma, violence, sexual content, abuse, and mature language. it also revolves to mafia/underworld. Reader discretion is advised. This is a work of fiction intended for mature audiences (18+). Please read responsibly. “Choose wisely, baby, because if I'm the one who decides for you, you'll never walk out of my life. Never. Fucking. Again. ” Ako si Diamon. Akala ko nahanap ko na ang pag-ibig na inaasam ko dahil may asawa akong mapagmahal, maalaga at kapiling ko sa mapayapang tahanan. Akala ko lang pala. Dahil dumating ang araw na nagdilim ang tahanang puno ng kulay nang nalaman naming hindi kami magkakaanak dahil hindi ko kayang magdalang-tao. Ang isang payapang tahanan ay naging isang kulungan, saksi ng pang-aabuso at pagkontrol. Pero kahit ganon… Kumakapit pa rin ako sa alaala ng pagmamahalan namin ng aking asawa. Sa gitna ng sakit—dumating si Lazarro. Ang half-brother ng aking asawa. Misteryoso. Tahimik. At… May sariling dilim. Pero tila ba iba ang pakikitungo nito sa akin. At sa bawat titig at pananalita niya’y nakakaramdam ako ng… kapayapaan at kaligtasan. Pero bakit ganon? Tila ba kaya niyang baliktarin ang lahat ng paniniwala ko. Para bang… Kaya niya akong gawing kaniya. Handa ba akong sumugal sa nag-aalab na damdaming ito kung kapalit naman ay pangib, gulo o… buhay ko mismo?

"Be my son's mother." He stated as he pushed the marriage form in front of her. "Marry me." As his secretary, she was used to his glares but this time, his stare felt like he was gobbling her up into his stomach.It was hypnotizing yet, she didn't fall for it. Anger filled her instead, then she stood her ground and said. "I refuse." ***** Alisha has worked for Kristoff Montenegro for three years. Three long years of insults. Three long years of sarcastic comments. Three long years of sufferings. She did everything he asked of her and even went beyond of her responsibilities to make her work perfect, but it's still not enough for his standards. Not surprisingly she started thinking of inventive ways to murder her boss. From stabbing him with a plastic knife. From strangling him with his silk tie. From bashing him with his attache case, Alisha has thought of everything. However, all of a sudden as if fate is mocking her, he proposed to her. It's understandable if Kristoff like her but she knew without a doubt that he didn’t. But when the attraction that has always been there between them, concealed by layers of their antipathy suddenly ignited, nothing can stop the fire between them from burning.. There's just a small problem - Kristoff actually has a secret that can get Alisha killed.

As master grabs me by the neck, he pulls me closer and his hand continues to roam around my body. With an angry look hovering over his face, he whispers. “You belong to me, Imogen, No one under the moon is allowed to touch you the way I do”. At this point i didn’t know what to say but my heart is beating fast. When I needed my mate to accept me, all master did was to reject me and now he wants me back after I have made someone else fall in love with me? With a smirk playing across the edge of my lips, i leaned into his embrace and also whispered, “You made me suffer for you, master. Why don’t I have my own bit of cake by seeing you go through what I went through because of you?” I know I am still in love with master because he is my mate, he is my bondage and more than anything, I wanted that bondage to consume me.

Have you ever dreamt of becoming your stepson's wife? Of course, Jules never expected it, until she met him. * “Who is she?” he barked staring at the woman standing beside his dad with a cold gaze. “Your stepmom, Jules. My newly wedded wife.” his father answered, drawing Jules closer. Hero's lips twitched. Stepmom? He took in the young exquisite woman and sneered. She's more like a gold digger and as long as he's here, he would never accept her as his stepmom. Never!