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Belinda Morris sits in her office. Her eyes are as cold as the smile on her lips. Five years ago, her father and fiance stole her mother's firm from her. She always wanted to follow in her mother's footsteps. Her mother was the best lawyer in town. She will never forget the day they told her to walk away as she was not a good lawyer and was bad for the firm. Her mother died a few years before she graduated from Yale University. She was top of her class, and Jake, her ex-fiance, was always jealous of her. Her father has married again, and Jake broke off their engagement to marry her stepsister Amanda, a lawyer. Amanda is not a good lawyer. They changed her mother's firm's name from Morris and Partners to Jones, Green, and Partners. Morris was her mother's maiden name. She never took Belinda's father's surname, Jones. Morris and Partners are back in town and are already stirring the pot. All her mother's old clients are returning to Morris and Partners as Jake and Amanda are not the best in the business, and Henry Jones is too old to practice. Today Chase Stone is coming to Belinda. He is moving all his business to her firm. Belinda is nervous as she and Chase had a one-night stand before she left. She knew he was drunk and not interested in her. She must hide her son from him. Chase is a ruthless man. He is also one of the most eligible bachelors in America. He told her that night that he was uninterested in a relationship, but so was she. They were both tipsy, and somehow, the protection did not work. Her son Connor looks like his father, so she can not allow Chase to see him.

Two years ago, as a graduate of Werewolf Medical School, I volunteered to go to the most remote and poorest pack, as it had always been my dream to help werewolf patients in need. I heard from my teacher that the werewolves in the Rogue Pack were the poorest and that their living conditions were the worst. Most of the werewolves there were old and weak, so I volunteered to go to that pack as soon as I graduated. After I arrived, I helped them build an infirmary and even set up a blood station. Every year, I led them in voluntary blood donations. But one time—right after I had taken a short break following a blood donation—they turned on me. They slandered me, calling me a selfish and heartless healer. Worse still, they accused me of faking illness, claiming I was lying comfortably in bed while patients were dying—refusing to lift a finger to save them. Not only that, they stormed into the infirmary, seized all my herbs and equipment, and completely trashed the place I had built for them with my own hands. Recalling the days I had spent day and night healing them—only to see my infirmary destroyed and my dream shattered—I let out a bitter smile. I picked up the phone and called the dean of my home pack. "I'm ready to return," I said. "I want to serve the patients in our own pack." Then, without a trace of regret, I left that place behind. However, after I gave up, the whole pack regretted it and begged me to return.

" You'll have to warm my bed every single night, you will always be available for me. And during this period you will not come in contact with any men- " Mr. Noah puts out his conditions, his voice emitting authority. " I'm not in a relationship with anyone so I won't be having sex with anyone except you, you can trust me on that one. " I reply quickly. " Oh no sweetheart, I'm not talking about that. You will not talk to any man or come in contact with them, as long as you are my mistress. You see I am a bit possessive of my things. " He says with an evil glint in his eyes, standing awfully close to me. " I'm not a thing but a human being. " I object. " Doesn't matter now. You're body is my property for the entire month. " He replies carelessly. " As I was saying, you'll be my mistress and work for me in this office at the same time. You'll be my personal secretary. Make coffee, fetch me lunch, mop the floors if I say so and much more." He states. " And one more thing waitress, I hate disobedience and disrespect. Make sure you have no trace of that when appearing in front of me or else I'll make you hate your existence." He threatens, who does he think of himself to be, God? I just nod to his unfair demands, bowing my head down. This is more like slavery. But what other choice do I have? Blackmailing the most notorious Billionaire in America can't end so well, now can it? Well Emma made the mistake, and now the devilish Billionaire will make her pay for it!

"So much fire, so much fury, but I knew you for ten years, and I never once saw it. Why?" Burke spat. "Because then I loved you.” Silver snapped, trying to push away from him, but Burke wasn't ready to let go. He jerked her closer. "And now?” He breathed against her lips. “Now I don't." She whispered, struggling to breath. He darted his tongue out and swept it over her lower lip. She shuddered, struggling to keep still. He nipped at the wet lip, and a moan escaped her mouth. Her eyes closed as she allowed herself surrender. Just this once. “Liar," He whispered, pushing her away. He stood up and towered over her with a mocking smile. “I'm all you'll ever love. The rest are just simple fuck and fruitless attempts to get over me, but you never will. I'm embedded in your soul. But go ahead, keep fooling yourself.” *********** Silver Loraine was just the housekeeper’s daughter until she married the billionaire heir, Burke Carrington. A year into the marriage, Burke divorces her in a fit of rage, believing she seduced his powerful father. Humiliated, heartbroken, and unknowingly pregnant, Silver disappears. Three years later, she returns as the surprise heiress to half of Carrington Enterprises, thanks to the very man who ruined her life: Bartholomew Carrington. His will has two conditions: Silver must live under the same roof with her ex-husband for 90days and also work side by side with him… or forfeit everything. To make matters worse, her son bears an uncanny resemblance to the late patriarch

I WAS walking confidently on the red carpet. Today is the event of the Cohen Modelling Agency. The paparazzi immediately went after and lots of flash stroke in my eyes. I'm a bit nervous while walking in the midst of the red carpet. I chose the right path. This is what I want. Even though I chose my career and my unborn child, my heart was still empty. I opted to leave him and break up with him. I opted all of this that's occuring around me. Fame, money, and being a beautiful woman. Until I'd decided to walk inside the event. I grasp my clutch tightly when I saw how exquisite the ambience of it. The huge chandelier at the center and waves of people were chattering inside. I held up my chin and continue to walk and I saw Sophia walking towards to my direction. "You're just in time," she exclaimed. "Come with me..." "Okay..." Nakita ko yung pamilyar na lalaki na nakatayo. I felt my heart thumping so crazily. And butterflies were twisted in knots inside of my stomach when our gaze met. It's been a days... I haven't seen him. The last time I saw when I broke up with him inside of his office. My hands began to shudder in nervous. And his wife is there beside him. I smiled. This is what I want, right? To let go of him? "Oh, Miss Portugal," he acknowledged. "Good evening, Mr. Cohen..." We used to be sweet with each other. He used to snake his arms around my waist and whispering to me all the sweet things. But that was before... I knew we can't continue this kind of relationship. It is too forbidden. Too forbidden to taste because I'll get addicted to it again and again.

When I see it again, then at that time I will never let go again. Ting! After waiting for quite a while, the elevator door finally opened wide, and he immediately entered it without thinking. He pressed the number button according to the floor he wanted to go to. However, his eyes immediately fell on someone. The atmosphere inside the elevator immediately felt gripping, as if there was a dark and eerie aura enveloping the elevator. Of course, it wasn't because of the presence of a ghost, but an even scarier creature. The woman immediately glanced behind her to see if she had looked wrong, and her gaze met the piercing dark gray eyes of someone she once knew. The man grinned a little with hungry gazes tracing his whole body, making the woman feel very nervous and scared. "Good afternoon, Mr. Davero," she muttered nervously. "Afternoon," he answered hoarsely. The tall, handsome man stepped closer to the woman, making her stunned. She backed away slowly. The man who was called Davero did not stop his movements. He continued to corner the woman until he touched the elevator wall behind him. He looked scared because the man was getting closer. "Long time no see," said Davero with a grin that made the hairs stand on end. The woman could not move a bit. Moreover, the man's hand touched the wall right beside the beautiful woman's head. "What do you want from me?" asked the woman in a weak voice, almost a whisper, after gathering all her courage. "You!" Instantly, the woman's body tensed, and she got goosebumps because she heard a whisper full of threats and pressure that was undeniable. Unknowingly, the woman held her breath out of fear. "You're Mine!"

Warning! Mature Content! *Excerpt* "Does it make you nervous when I stare?" His voice was laced with sinful passion. "Will you hate me if I do this?" His dark gaze took in her entire frame. "I am obsessed with you, Delaney." *** Delaney, a beautiful woman, only wished for one thing - A peaceful life, and perhaps, a little touch of financial independence. But throughout her childhood, life gave her a contrast to her wish. She grew up knowing nothing but hatred from her family, and eventually, from her fiancé too. For three years, Delaney paid for a sin she never intentionally committed - losing her virginity to a stranger. This innocent mistake chattered her life and her relationship with Blaine. He detested her so much. But one question is: Why hasn't he called off their engagement? Gradually, Blaine was becoming the man she hoped he'd be. She'd secured a job at a prominent company too... She was already inching closer to her dreams when suddenly, he resurfaced - The stranger who had almost ruined her life three years ago. This stranger who was perfectly built for sin turns out to be Blaine's boss, the most dreaded Adonis Langston. And this time, he wanted more than just a one-night stand... Poor Delaney's life was set into panic once again. Little did she know that she had also cast her spell on her soon-to-be boss, who turns out to be Adonis's childhood best friend! Oops! Financial Independence, power, and fame at its peak... All hell is about to let loose as these three men are never known for surrendering. She had all she needed to exert revenge on those who'd hurt her, depending on the decision she makes. But in all of these, she is about to face the biggest betrayal of her life.

“You think you can tame an old daddy like me?” Mr. Domenico Lombardi’s stone-like voice makes me nervous, but I’m not backing down; I know what I want. “Yes,” I added a nod to confirm it but cursed internally at my luck. I’ve never had a boyfriend, and here I am trying to tame a man old enough to be my father. It is said that the apple does not fall far from the tree. I guess I am truly Kate’s daughter. I had an internal laugh at my stupidity. He scoffed, and I responded by nodding once more while watching the darkening of the silvery gray pupils in his eyes. How come? I brush it off as his cold eyes wash over me. Domenico Lombardi’s presence makes me squirm. When I’m around him, I get the impression that I’m being judged and ignored at every turn. “How old are you?” “18” “How old is your father?” “38,” I replied truthfully. “Well, I’m 37 years old.” He stared at me; his eyes darkened again, and I became terrified. I fiddle with my nails, clipping them together as I lean back on my heels to help relieve some of the anxiety he’s causing me. “You see, I’m like a father to you, or maybe a grandfather or a great-great-grandfather. How many boyfriends have you had in your life?” “None.” He chuckled as I responded. “You see, I’ve lost count of how many ladies I’ve fucked, thousands or millions, over the centuries. You are just a little girl to me with nothing to offer; now, get lost!” “My panties made you hard!” “You think so?” “Yes,” I responded confidently. “Well, I wasn’t hard; I just have a donkey-like cock.”

My sister had always despised school. So when she suddenly declared she wanted to go to college—and even urged our parents to marry me off to a high-ranking officer's son to fund her studies—I knew at once: she had been reborn too. In our previous life, my sister believed studying was pointless. She barely graduated high school before marrying Anthony Brown, the officer's son who had come to propose with a pretty penny. However, when Anthony was later transferred to a remote outpost, she found the harsh conditions unbearable and refused to follow him. Meanwhile, I worked part-time jobs to put myself through college, landed a secure job after graduation, and became a full-fledged city resident. My sister, still living in the military compound, started using her father-in-law's name to take bribes. Her actions dragged him into a scandal and got him dismissed from his position. Eventually, my mother-in-law kicked her out. After the divorce, she was tricked into investing in stocks in Eastbridge City. The market crashed, and she lost all of our parents' retirement savings. Desperate and with nowhere to go, she turned to me. Cornering me with a knife, she demanded I hand over my savings and apartment so she could "start over." In the chaos, she stabbed me twelve times. I died from massive blood loss. When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the moment she asked our parents to marry me off to Anthony. This time, I smiled, said yes—and dropped out of school that very day.

What do you do when your first love, who crushed your heart into a million pieces, crashes your engagement party and proposes a marriage? Certainly you would would show her the door and slip a ring on the fiancé's finger like a sane person. But Damien Callahan? He did the exact opposite. —------------ Time stopped for Damien Callahan eight years ago when Anastasia, his first love, left him without explanation and moved to another continent and left him with nothing but their heartbreaking memories. Giving in to his family’s demands, he eventually agreed to marry his best friend. But on the day of his engagement, Anastasia returned and proposing marriage– A Contract Marriage to be exact. Damien is done playing the lovesick fool. If she wants a contract marriage, she will get it but he will make sure she regrets every second of it. The contract might be hers but terms and conditions would be his. …………. Anastasia Spencer fled her home years ago to escape the schemes of her stepmother and stepsister. Their betrayal cost her not just her first love, but also her mother, her only true family. Now, after years of planning, she’s back to reclaim everything that was taken from her—her wealth, her revenge, and the man she never stopped loving. Her Plan is simple: Step one: Steal Damien from her wicked stepsister. Step two: Reclaim her father’s fortune. Step three: Make them all pay for what they did. It seemed simple, right? Except she didn’t count on Damien flipping the script. In the end, it is a game where love, power, and revenge are at stake, who will win and who will be left with nothing?