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ARYAN "Uh, now that I can't do." I smirked, lifting the picture of my future wife. Wife. I cringed at that word. I would'nt dare deny that she was attractive. But I would need more than those damn enticing dark blue eyes, dark black sex hair and a heart dropping smile. MEERA "Arranged marriages are so sick. How can you get married to a guy you have never me before? For all I know he could look like a military horse." I snickered at my thoughts.

On April Fool’s Day, my CEO husband cut out my heart to save his childhood sweetheart's son. After the surgery, he tossed me into a cold rental apartment, where I died in agony. Three days after my death, my five-year-old daughter played in the room as usual. Walking by the sofa, she wrinkled her little nose and mumbled, "Mommy, there's a weird smell in here." She touched my face and murmured, "Mommy, are you pretending to be Snow White? Why are you so pale?" She shook my arm harder and raised her voice, "Mommy, it's my birthday today—get up and blow out the candles!" Confused, she picked up the phone and called her father. “Daddy, did I make Mommy mad? I lit the candles, but no matter how much I call her, she won’t wake up.” On the other end of the call, Patrick Hart’s voice was cold and impatient. “What could possibly be wrong with her? She’s just pretending to be asleep for sympathy. It’s Johnny’s birthday, I’m busy. Don’t bother me! Tell your melodramatic mother to stop playing her little tricks. I don't have time to humor her." My daughter removed the candle from her bun, pinched off a piece of the bun, and fed it to me. "Mommy, I made a secret wish… I really wish you could hold me again, just like before."

"Don't touch me" she whispered her breathing labored. "You want to challenge me but here you are trembling and aroused, the reason you came all forgotten. You. Want. Me". He draws out each of the words darkly. She almost shivered but stopped herself in time. " I will never want you" she retorted with conviction as she held his gaze. He chuckled darkly, leaning towards her. "Too late for that April. You're mine" ***** April doesn't believe in love and no man has ever been able to break the walls that she had built over the years until Enrique Alvaro handsome business tycoon comes into the picture and he makes her feel sparks like the fourth of July. He also has his dark past and is possessive. Will Enrique be able to break down her walls or end up hurting her than she already is. Will they find a happy ending despite so much opposition, some in form of an obsessive stalker...and the other, a revenge seeking psychopath.

This is the sequel to Billionaire, Let's Divorce! and if you want to read on, head on over to my book Billionaire, Let's Divorce! and the subsequent chapters will be updated there. Thank you for your support! My heart rammed in my chest as each picture looked clearer than the previous one. I could swear my vision almost went blurry for a split second staring down at the screen. I zoomed in on the man's face, refusing to believe that the man who looked delirious as he mouthed the woman's boobs was my man. There were over a hundred different angles of him having sex with with this woman, and Aiden's face was AS CLEAR AS DAY! Then I threw my head back and laughed shakily. Definitely not. It could never be true. The last thing Aiden will do is cheat. Aiden, a cheater? Nah. He would rather say it to my face that he didn't want me anymore. Which wasn't even possible because we are both crazily in love with each other. I turned off my phone and looked ahead. Just a few more feet and I would be on his lawn. Since I am here, why don't I go find out myself then?

(CAUTION: MATURE CONTENT.) PLEASS DO NOT READ THIS BOOK IF YOU CAN'T HANDLE STEAMY CONTENT (IT CONTAINS MULTIPLE EROTIC SCENES).   "Who thought I could find my lover on Facebook, of all places?" Joyce thought to herself with a brightened smile after just saying goodnight at 4:30 AM to her naughty Facebook lover in the early hours of Monday. Joyce is a 23-year old young woman and a student at Darlington University. Due to the stress and boring life that she faces on campus, she wanted a distraction from it all once in a while. Now she had gotten addicted to sex chatting with her Facebook lover every single day at any given time, and she didn't quite know how she got wet easily by the romantic words of Finn, whom she only had a picture of.   Would they eventually meet up in person and take things from there? Would they leave things as they are on Facebook and continue sex chatting? Or would they break up sooner than we thought? Find out in this novel called My Naughty Facebook Lover. (Warning: Mature content)

Difficult events in Alicia's life led her to a school for werewolves. How will her fate among the hostile strange creatures? She is confused, but does not give up. The fighting spirit of the girl helps to reveal incredible secrets. And, of course, in the new school, she will meet a domineering mysterious guy, whom everyone is afraid of ... ... I pressed my forehead against the cold glass of a black tinted car. Outside the window, blurring into one indistinct picture, the trees of an unfamiliar dense forest flashed by. “I was taught not to get into a car with strangers, so where are they taking me now?” I thought belatedly. Despair mingled with fear, making her heart race.

Alexis Wilson, a former businesswoman who died with her brother in an assassination. She later reborn as a waste and powerless lady of Anwar family. Though she was not liked by her father, her five brothers still doted on her. She was a fat, so what? She could lose her weight and became beautiful as fairy. She was a waste, so what? Wait for her to show her magic and her cute soul protector. Not only that a handsome young master wanted her to be his sister, there's an angel like dude who claim to be her grandchild from the future! In this journey to be a powerful mage, join with Alexis to see what is her chance to change her future. The cover picture belong to its creator. If the creator wants me to remove it contract me.

Kael Silvenia is more likely to be called an orphan. He lost his father at the age of 16 and it is not hidden from his knowledge that his mother had another man when his father was still alive. To make things even more complicated, it got worse when his father passed away. Her mother left him and eloped with another man when he turned eighteen. But even with that fact that her mother abandoned him, he couldn’t dare to loath her. So when the news came to him that his mother had been raped by the man she eloped with and was found thrown into the abyss, his world really collapsed. It's like life really played tough on his part when a fact emerged from her mother's autopsy result that apart from her male partner, there were nine other accomplices in the rape of his mother. Due to the trauma suffered from the findings, after a year of grieving, his mind made an action. It made a different persona. Timothy. His dark persona who is so much far from his weak personality. Timothy searched for the man who caused his mother's death but unfortunately the man is already dead. The only remains he got that has a big involvement on the man's life is a photo of his daughter when he went to the suspect's abandoned home. He found out that the assailant had been separated from his wife and daughter for a long time, so the only picture it has for its daughter was only twelve years old. That's when he decided that he would make sure the man would regret what he had done to his mother. He must have his revenge! Timothy looked for the girl on the picture and not long after, he found a match. Her name is Yngrid Angelique Villegas. As what the assailant did to his mother, Timothy raped Yngrid who was only twenty years old that time. The woman can't do anything but pity herself when he claimed her repeatedly. But despite Timothy's wickedness, Kael's personality prevailed when tears blurred the woman's eyes. He pulled himself together to stop Timothy. Conscience struck Kael's system. He started to investigate the girl's background. To his shock, his conscience swallowed him even more when he realized that Timothy had just mistaken the woman. She's not the daughter of his mother's rapist. He was even more conscientious when it became clear that even the business of Yngrid's parents was also sabotaged by Timothy. Due to lack of ways on how to approach Yngrid's family, he used the company's crisis as an opportunity to offer the Villegas a contract. All the terms that are stated in the contract are in favor of Yngrid's family. But there was only one thing he could not understand on himself. Why did he include in the contract that the woman must marry him?

My husband’s the only son of the richest man in Ivoneu. As for me, I’m an orphan. His parents objected to us being together. When I got pregnant, they got on a plane and came to collect us in person. After that, I posted a picture I took with my husband, captioned, [I’m so thankful for you. Our life is going to be perfect from now on.] Little did I know that the rich girl my husband had been dating online would confront me.  She beat me until I had a miscarriage, then she stepped on my belly and declared viciously, “You are a nasty seductress! That makes the baby inside you a bad seed, too! Purging the baby is my contribution to society! “It’s just a fetus, anyway. I have more than enough money to get away with it!”

Georgia Brooks, the notorious, troublesome tomboy is the caretaker of Clark Brown, the mysterious, cold man who is an undercover billionaire. Georgia's motive is to uncover him and just make him happy. But what when secrets are revealed and the badass tomboy is close to tears? Join them on this rocky road of adventures which includes their occasional fights and revenge, stolen kisses, trip to a circus, journey to England, landing in jail and much more! Excerpt from a chapter : His lips curled in disdain and just when he was about to unwrap the towel, I quickly turned around showing my back to him. What the fucking hell? What if I saw his thing? "Don't you care? Like honestly, couldn't you just order like your usual self to get the hell out of your bedroom or just . . . turn around for you to change? You could have at least warned me that you were freeing your willy, I would have closed my eyes!" I rambled and felt myself feeling all jittery again. He didn't reply and I could mentally picture him scoffing or rolling his pretty eyes. A part of me which never saw a grown man's buddy down there was curious as to how it looked. Was it really long and monstrous like a huge sausage they describe in erotic scenes? Was it soft like a banana or hard like a radish? Was is it like spring that when you poke it, it would go wagging like a dog's tail? A teeny little peek would do no harm . . .