Paul Reed Smith S2 Mira

When you are growing up adults usually tell you that you can be whatever you want to be, right?! I was told I would be a starving artist if I became what I wanted to be. I let their words become me. All their words. I let them dictate the person I became. I kept the real me to myself after so many years of their hatred for that person. I let little bits of my soul break away and die to keep their torment to a minimum. I learned to not rock the boat, just keep my head down and do as I was told. I was the party crasher on their life that never left. Until I shocked them when I did. Out on my own, I wasn’t as strong as I thought I was. I settled for the first “nice guy” to come along. That quickly fizzled out after a shotgun wedding. After a year alone I met Prince Charming #2 at a backyard BBQ. I didn’t know my jerk radar was still broken. Then out of nowhere, the one I had always thought was a jerk turned out to surprisingly be my Prince Charming. Being the man, I need in my life. He became everything I needed, and everything I didn’t know I wanted. Allowing me to grow and blossom as a person which inspires him to do the same. And we live happily ever after.

Sophia Walsh thought she had it all: a husband who loved her, a home, and the possibility of a happy family. But on her wedding anniversary, her dreams are shattered when Ryan accuses her of cheating, fueled by his conniving friend Lana. The tragedy culminates in the death of Sophia's baby, which leaves her humiliated and shattered. Just as Sophia reaches the lowest point, Landon Sullivan—a man she never expected—arrives to reveal the truth: she is the rightful heiress of the powerful Sullivan family. With a new-found strength and resources, Sophia gets ready to rise from the ashes and take revenge on the people who wronged her. But with great power comes great danger. As Sophia settles into her new identity, she must determine whether revenge is worth the cost-or if she can find peace in reclaiming her life on her terms.

Salome thought moving to Silverline Pack would offer a fresh start, but fate has other plans. Marked as the mate of the Alpha's three intense sons, she finds herself caught in a web of jealousy, betrayal, and a dark prophecy. Bullied and nearly killed, Salome's rapid healing hints at a secret power that makes her a target for more than just possessive Alphas. When a portal to another realm opens, unleashing demons and a terrifying puppeteer, Salome must embrace her true nature to survive and unite warring worlds.

When Elizabeth takes a new job as a nanny, she assumes she's going to work for a wealthy couple who hired her. But instead of pulling up to their million-dollar estate, she finds herself on the front porch of a humble farmhouse, looking into the eyes of dark and brooding single dad, Jonathan. It's bad enough that Jon doesn't have a fortune to charm out of him, but he's also a police officer. After marrying his college girlfriend only to have her leave months after their baby was born, Jon has sworn off girls for life. All that matters now is taking care of his child. If anyone can break down the tough exterior of the former soldier, it's her. But just when she's close to getting exactly what she wants, she's faced with a whole new challenge. That is to pretend she does not love him.

I joined the Order of Valhalla Bridge because it was simple; they get the jobs; they send you your assignment, and once completed you get paid. That's exactly how this assignment was supposed to go. Just somewhere along the way, the web became so tangled. One slip messed up everything, now my target has turned into the hunter, intent on making me his prey. Determined to take what he thinks is his. Why would he think I was his Bride? They ordered my team to track him down, recover what was stolen, and kill him. Yet I reacted to his touch. If The Order found out, I would be dishonored. Now I am stuck between a possessive Alpha obsessed with a new toy, a vampire who thinks me his bride and a Berserker intent on winning me. What could possibly go wrong?

Nothing can be compared to the feeling of being hated and despised by the very person you love. Ayla would do anything to make CEO Jaxon love her and change his opinion about her but nothing seemed to change him. Forced to perform her wifely duties even though he didn't love her, Ayla was getting fed up of lying to herself that she could change him and that he would love her if she kept trying. “ I can't do this anymore,” she cried silently as she rubbed the bump on her stomach. She knew she had reached her limits when she became pregnant with his children, that only meant their divorce was around the corner. Choosing not to be dumped and separated from her children, she flees to give them a better life while doing the thing she loves most. She was no longer going to sacrifice her life to please anyone else, only then does the stern CEO realize the value of what he had lost. Now, he has to win her back.

“Hmm.” Luca lowered himself, his groin making contact with mine. He brought his nose to my hair and sniffed, letting out an appreciative moan. “Roses. I like it.” “Luca…” his name came out as a moan when he nibbled my ear. “Don't hurt Matt, please.” He looked at me with an indescribable look. “And what are you willing to give me in return for sparing your lover's life?” I gaped at him in surprise. He knew? That Matt was my ex boyfriend? “How did you…” He shook his head with a humorless laugh. “You wound me, honey. I know a lot of things. I just choose not to say it.” “I haven't threatened to kill you in your sleep, have I?” I asked, then let out a defeated sigh when he raised a brow in disbelief at me. “Fine. What do you want in return?” He stared down at me for one… two… five seconds and then said, “I'd like to watch you come undone. With my tongue.” ********** Born into a family of generational tradition, Ariadne has a duty to uphold. She has been engaged to part of the society's son Santiago Russo since birth. Never having met or talked to her fiancè, she's accepted her fate that she could never be married to the one her heart wants. On the day of her debut, she is hit with an avalanche of shock when she discovers after an unforseen circumstance that Santiago won't be the one marrying her, but his Uncle, Luca Russo, the infamous, ruthless, billionaire bachelor in New York will be the one she will be tying the knot with. Caught between accepting her new fate or rebelling, Ariadne learns that there's nowhere to escape the beast and the only way to survive is abiding by his rules.

Setelah empat tahun pernikahan, satu tanda tangan dari dirinya sendiri akhirnya membebaskanku, meski dia sama sekali tidak sadar apa yang sudah dia tandatangani. Aku adalah Sofia Wijaya, istri bayangan dari Revan Mahendra, pewaris keluarga mafia paling berkuasa di kota ini. Tapi saat kekasih masa kecilnya, Olivia Kartika yang gemerlap dan penuh keistimewaan itu kembali, aku akhirnya mengerti, aku hanya sementara. Jadi aku memainkan langkah terakhirku. Aku menyodorkan dokumen di atas mejanya, gugatan cerai yang kusamarkan sebagai formulir universitas rutin. Revan menandatanganinya tanpa menoleh lagi, ujung pena menggores kertas sama sembrono seperti dia memperlakukan sumpah pernikahan kami, tanpa sadar kalau dia baru saja mengakhiri pernikahan ini. Namun aku melangkah pergi membawa lebih dari sekadar kebebasan. Tersembunyi di balik mantelku, ada pewarisnya yang belum lahir, rahasia yang kelak bisa menghancurkannya ketika ia sadar apa yang telah ia lepaskan. Dan sekarang, pria yang dulu bahkan tidak pernah memperhatikanku itu sedang mengguncang dunia untuk mencariku. Dari apartemen megah sampai ke selokan dunia bawah tanah, tak ada sudut yang ia lewatkan. Namun aku bukan mangsa lemah yang hanya menunggu untuk ditangkap. Aku bangkit dan membangun diriku lagi, di tempat di mana bahkan satu orang pun dari Keluarga Mahendra tidak bisa mengikutiku. Kali ini, aku tidak akan lagi memohon cintanya. Justru dia yang akan memohon cintaku.

“Any conversation we're going to be having is going to be in the four corners of my wall and after that, I'd love and appreciate it if you forgot my name, home address and social security number— if you have that, of course.” “Cute,” he laughs and then winces when I open the drink can with a pop. I raise a brow at him, urging him to continue and then take a sip of my drink as I wait patiently. “ Contrary to what you may think, I'm not here to hurt you or whatever it is you're thinking —” “No shit.” “I'm here to offer you a deal. One I know you wouldn't be able to refuse.” “Sure, Professor Xavier.” This is getting fun and it's the most fun I've had in a few days. “Marry me.” ********** I had a one night stand with a handsome, enigmatic stranger. It was drunk decision; one I promised myself never to indulge in. Putting aside my regret, I continue with life and the trials it keeps throwing my way. As a girl used to surprises, what I don't expect is seeing this stranger from months ago at my doorstep and offering me a deal I can't seem to refuse: a marriage contract in exchange for my biggest wishes to be fulfilled.

On the day that was supposed to be my wedding—the bride wasn’t me. The ceremony I’d waited for five years for turned into a joke when Valentina, my sister, walked down the marble aisle in a white wedding dress. Her arm was linked with Luca’s — the man who was supposed to be waiting for me at the altar. “I’m sorry, Bianca,” she said softly. “But you are no longer the bride today.” Then she touched her stomach, eyes gleaming with triumph. “I’m pregnant with Don Romano’s child.” Her words detonated inside my skull, and the whole world went silent. As if afraid I wouldn’t believe her, she lifted something glossy up towards the light. A black-and-white ultrasound image. It read clearly: Gestational age — 12 weeks. My eyes burned, tears stinging as I turned to Luca, desperately searching for anything—a denial, an explanation, regret. Instead, he only sighed, weary and resigned. “Bianca, I’m sorry.” he said helplessly. “Valentina doesn’t have much time left. This wedding… it was her last wish.” “I’ll make it up to you,” he added. “We can have another wedding later.” My father, Moretti, stood behind him, wearing the same stern expression he’d worn my entire life. I have never seen him smile at me, not even once. “Bianca,” he said sharply, “Your sister is dying. Let her have this.” My brother nodded without saying a single word, as if that was enough to be a solid answer. All my life, they had chosen her—her tears, her whims, her needs—over mine. Today was no different. Something inside me quietly cracked. Fine. If no one in this family cares about me, I’ll leave.