Odio A Mi Esposo

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, Simone seizes a dark bargain with the Lycan king: marry him for a year, gain power, and unleash her thirst for vengeance. As she’s pulled deeper into his shadowed world, Simone realizes she’s more than a pawn to him. But things take a twisted turn as she finds out he had been cursed and yet —a passionate, dangerous pull binds them together… “stop groveling, you'll hurt your knees.” She complained, worried about me; her little action and sensitivity had caused my cock to throb harder in my pants, I loved dominant women. “I like it this way, I'm where I ought to be.” I whispered, sending trails of kisses from her feets to her laps once more. “Where is that?” She asked with a smug grin, yanking me by the hair, causing me to flinch backwards, “On my knees,” I whispered. Parting her thighs, my fingers sliding through. “On my knees, before you. Mi amor.”

On the night before the wedding, my fiancé’s female best friend, Marisol Vance, sent me a set of photos. In the photos, she wore the custom haute couture wedding gown I had commissioned, leaning into Lucian Drake’s arms, with a caption meant to provoke me: [Borrowing your groom and your dress for a moment—after all, Lucian said I look better in this than you do.] Soon after, my social feed was flooded with their so-called wedding photos. In the images, the two of them staged a mock kiss, the caption reading: [More than friends, not quite lovers. If we had been born ten years earlier, there would have been no place for anyone else.] I held up the photos and confronted Lucian, yet he played his game indifferently, then tossed his phone aside, his face full of impatience. “I told you, it was just for fun—a way to commemorate our youth. Can you stop acting like a shrew? She was just diagnosed with depression. What’s wrong with me comforting her?” Looking at his self-righteous expression, I smiled. “Fine. Since your bond is so unbreakable, I won’t play the villain.” That very night, I drafted a withdrawal agreement and halted the arrangements I had been making with a top-tier overseas medical team for his mother. “The wedding is off. Don’t expect me to keep patching up your bankrupt company, and don’t expect me to save your mother either. “Your youth is precious—I hope you can afford to pay the price to keep it so.”

“No! Please, Santiago--” I whimpered, as his hand seized my wrist with an iron grip, yanking me forward, dragging me effortlessly toward the chair he had pulled into the center of the room the night before. The symbol of my humiliation. He stopped right in front of the chair, spinning me around, facing him. "You want me to be your monster, mi ángel?" His hand grabbed my throat, tilting my chin up until my eyes locked with his dark gaze. I flinched from the sudden movement. "Cause I’ll be your favorite monster — just say the word, cariño." Santiago’s face hovered only inches from mine. His lips so close, I could taste the sweetness of his breath — once making butterflies take flight in my stomach, now curdling my insides into a cold, suffocating fear. Slowly, his free hand rose toward my face. I held my breath. His touch was deceptively soft and gentle, caressing my cheek. His thumb lingered against my lips, tracing them slowly, his eyes fixed there as he spoke — his voice soft, yet heavy with menace. "Divorce is not an option, mi amor. We took a vow five years ago. Remember?" He finally lifted his gaze to meet mine, catching every flicker of fear before he delivered his last words like a verdict: "Till death do us part."

Meet Malek Deniz and Burak Demir in a journey of love, hatred, suspense and romance as past unravels before them. ********************************* "I am never going to marry you so stop irking me Mr. Burak. I am just an employee who shouldn't matter to you this much." Malek snickered at him. Burak pulled her towards himself and pinned her to the wall. "Mi Belle, we'll see who you belong to." Burak whispered in her ears and kissed her earlobe as shiver ran down Malek's spine. ******************************* "I can't thank you enough for accepting me for you I am." Burak hugged Malek who hugged him back with the same intensity. "Never think of you as unworthy. You are the love of my life and I will love you till eternity." Malek said as she placed her lips on his. Burak kissed her with the same passion pouring all his feelings. ******************************

"Look, Mi amor, I don't know what goes on in that crazy head of yours but what I do know is that we can both help each other," Nikolai said, running a hand across my cheek. "How?" I breathed. "Marry me." ****** After the death of her mother, Sarah DeVille has been encountering one problem after the other. From the taunting of the pack members to her fiance's betrayal, Sarah has finally had enough. When she decides to leave the pack for good, she is suddenly hit with news that would change her forever. "Nikolai Mezzeselma has arrived."

Everyone in the upper circles knew I was the Xander family’s delicate little porcelain doll, someone who could not tolerate even the slightest grievance. I always had to sit in the seat of honor at gatherings. My drinks had to be served ice-cold. If anything annoyed me even a little, I would have my childhood friends clear the room. That was, until the fallen heiress returned. She did not rely on men. She had built her own business from scratch and was ruthless in the boardroom, radiating a wild, untamed beauty. Slowly, my dear brothers began to find me insufferable and too high-maintenance. When they pulled their investments from my gallery to back her projects instead, only my fiancé stayed by my side, comforting me. “Forget them. They’re all opportunists. I’ll always keep you safe in the palm of my hand!” That was until one day, I saw that same proud fiancé bent low like a servant, humbly wiping wine stains off the heiress's shoes in a corner of a club. His eyes were filled with a devotion I had never seen before. “All I need is one look from you, and I’ll drop the whole wedding.” I took off my engagement ring and tossed it into the drain. Then, I went home and told my grandfather, “Grandpa, I’m going to Africa for that development aid project. “I’ll agree to the arranged marriage. Just don’t make me see them again."

“You really should stop doing that, mi angeles,” he growled as she rubbed against his cock. " I'm seconds away from tearing your clothes apart, bending you over this desk and fucking your ass raw.” " What if that's what I want, uncle?” ~~~ Aaira is suddenly shipped off to her uncle after living twenty two years of her life as a sheltered princess. Life with her uncle is different. Freedom, friends and school; all things she never had. But there's also the slow burn tension between her and her uncle. Something she can't seem to fight off. They want each other and might not care that it's against the rules

"Let go of me," she hissed, her eyes blazing with annoyance. "Unfortunately, Mi Cielo. You're stuck with me. I won't let go of you ever again," he responded, his gaze darkening. ... Isabella Moreno has no memories of a significant part of her past. She has a son but doesn't remember who his father is. A chance encounter with Luca, a dangerous Mafia boss brings a drastic change to her life. His obsession with her seems to be bone deep and while Izzy can't fight her attraction towards him, she has a feeling that he's a major piece in her life's jigsaw puzzle. Why is Luca bent on keeping her by his side? What are the secrets locked away in Izzy's lost memories? When these secrets are unravelled, will she be able to handle the truth? Or will she end up abandoning Luca for the second time, causing his utmost self destruction?

Synopsis: His Beautiful Cage Logline: Zara thought she was a ghost in her own life. Luciano knew she was the key to a war that has been brewing for centuries. The Hook: When Zara is snatched from a rain-slicked alley, she expects a ransom demand. Instead, she gets a mansion of marble, reinforced glass, and a man whose gaze feels like a promise and a threat all at once. Luciano is cold, possessive, and dangerous—and he claims he is the only thing standing between Zara and a fate worse than death. The Conflict: Trapped in a "beautiful cage" where every movement is watched by cameras and every breath is monitored, Zara begins to realize her life in the city was a carefully constructed lie. As fragments of a forgotten past—bloody memories and a name that isn't hers—start to surface, the mystery deepens. Luciano isn't just a captor; he’s a man hiding the truth about a supernatural Council and an ancient Seal that is slowly breaking. The Stakes: Outside the mansion walls, shadows are moving. Figures stand in the darkness, waiting for a chance to reclaim what was lost. Inside, the tension between Zara and Luciano reaches a breaking point. Every time he whispers Mi Tesoro or Mi Piccola, the line between protector and predator blurs. Zara must decide: Is she a prisoner of Luciano’s obsession, or is she the bait for a trap that will burn both their worlds to the ground?