Peters New Suit

On our wedding day, my fiancée humiliated me in front of everyone. She postponed the ceremony, not for an emergency, but to throw a lavish wedding for her childhood friend's pet hamster. Dressed in my tailored suit, I got shoved off the stage and was laughed at by everyone. My mom couldn't take the humiliation. Her heart gave out, and no ambulance could save her. Days after we buried her, my fiancée reappeared, demanding that I donate a kidney to that friend. The surgery nearly killed me, leaving me broken and betrayed. It prompted me to end things with her. She spiraled into regret, tormenting herself to win me back.

A LUNA FOR TWO ALPHAS (She Belongs To Us Not Him) BLURB “I, Adriana Butterton, rejec-” the words barely left her lips before they attacked. Like a beast hunting a prey Tyler grips her throat cutting off sounds from producing before digging his fangs into her neck. Ryler follows suit sinking his fangs into the other side of her neck. “No, let go!!!” she screams, thrashing her feet beneath them. They just signed their death. ** Adriana Butterton, a young wolf who ran away from home after her father disowned her in favour of her step sister. Now hiding away in a whole new pack, the last thing she expects is to meet her mate. Or should I say mates? The two most powerful Alpha in the whole five packs residing in America, Tyler and his twin, Ryler Chase. Scared for their lives she resorts to rejecting them, something they don't accept. Forcing both their marks on her. But they don't know what she knows. They don't know that any man who tries to claim her dies. The head of her ex buried four feet under the earth can attest to that. Now they have marked her when she already belongs to another. Death is coming after them yet they have no idea. Betrayal, pain, love, heart break, and death seeks to break them apart. Will they ever be able to outrun death or worse overcome it? Or will the same fate that befall her ex become theirs too? What exactly claimed her or is it who?

Brad: I hate my f*cking ex-wife. Joelle’s a piece of work, who flaunts her new boyfriend right in front of my face while demanding that our pre-nup be invalidated. But then revenge dances into view in the form of a beautiful blonde co-ed with a winsome smile and curves that go on for days and best of all, she’s Joelle’s daughter! Minnie may be young, but she’s old enough for what I have planned because the young girl is fertile, sweet, and heartbreakingly innocent. Yes, revenge will be mine because in the end, the alpha male always WINS. Minnie: I landed a valuable internship at my ex-stepfather’s company. I figure Brad won’t even notice me because he’s the CEO, while I’m just a lowly temp. I’ll hide in the corner like a shadowy mouse. But one day, Mr. Landry strides into the conference room, and those laser blue eyes find mine. He’s tall and powerful, with broad shoulders highlighted by a perfectly cut suit, and a wide chest that makes my knees go weak. Even crazier, the CEO says he has a special project for me that’s just going to be me and him. He shows me the tool he’s going to use, and it’s big, long, and mouthwateringly THICK making my knees go weak with need! Plus, this particular project is going to last nine months and I’ll emerge with my belly round and swollen as I give Brad the baby he desires!

“You know I could end you. Right here, right now.” “No you won’t. You would have done that in the last three seconds if you wanted to, Angel…, but you’ve chosen to let me go.” His deep blue eyes darkened as his gaze threatened to burn me for eternity for my web of lies. “What makes you so confident, Jade?.” ~ Angel Axton is anything but your regular neighborhood artist. He loves his art, his beloved niece and his family, but his inner instincts kick up a notch when a new addition to the family arrives in a business suit, with a fix it attitude and a very mysterious aura. Knowing only luxury her whole life, Elena Chantel is traumatized when a single dark night takes her parents away in cold blood and turns her entire existence into a joke. From the pampered and loved daughter, she drops her flowers for a sword and signs a pact with a Ruthless Mafia lord. A final assignment as a nanny brings her closer to tasting revenge and delivers her into the Axton family a family with enough secrets to keep the city on their toes. Dedicated to her purpose, Elena is determined to turn a blind eye to raw male gorgeousness that drips from Angel Axton, the hot second son of the Axton family which threatens to deliver her to his bed. But when things take a hideous turn and her mission starts to reveal secrets of not only the family she had invaded but also secrets that questions her very existence, Elena wonders if she’d traveled too far, if there was still a way home.”

Coraline Hart was a typical young woman for those looking at her from the outside. She went to work at a café, paid her bills, and was never seen without a smile on her face. But no one was to know the true horrors of what Coraline was forced to endure behind closed doors. To deal with his pain, her father went to the bottle and spent most of his time off his face with drink to forget his feelings. Due to his alcoholism, he can never hold down a job, and whatever money he does have, he drinks away. Causing Coraline to give him all of hers, knowing the dangers of what he could do if she were to say no. She had accepted this was her life now, going to work and giving all her money to her father, but that was until her saviour, in the form of a man in a very well-pressed suit with slicked-back hair and the thickest Spanish accent, walked into her café. This mysterious man soon becomes infatuated with this woman, who had unknowingly saved him the day they met; to him, it proved she was his and no other person was to cross her. But his infatuation was soon about to turn deadly; any man that he deemed too close to his Coraline soon slipped away without any hassle. When a police officer comes into the café and shreds some light on the man she was seeing, her world comes crumbling down. But for the mysterious man with the thick Spanish accent, he can never let go of his new obsession. Read on to find out how this simple interaction between two complete strangers became deadly.

"I didn’t know I was marrying two people. He wore the suit, but she pulled the strings. The day I walked down the aisle, eyes locked with the man I loved, I thought I had found peace. I thought I was finally leaving behind the noise of my childhood, the ache of loneliness, and the years I spent praying for a love that would choose me, only me. But no one told me that some men never truly leave their mothers. They marry, yes,but their hearts remain tangled in an invisible umbilical cord, one that stretches past vows, past bedrooms, past boundaries. I moved into our new home, only to find that the walls had ears, hers. We lived in separate flats, but it never truly felt like my space. My marriage was a room she walked into, uninvited but ever present. Her opinions dripped into our arguments, her eyes followed me from behind lace curtains, and her voice echoed in decisions that should have belonged to me and my husband. At first, I kept quiet. I told myself it was cultural. Respect. Family. Then I told myself it was temporary. Then I stopped telling myself anything at all, because nothing I said made a difference. This is not a story of hate. It’s a story of love, tested by bloodlines, boundaries, and a battle I never asked to fight. This is my truth. The marriage I thought was mine. The home that never really felt like home. And the rules I never agreed to, but had to live by, simply because… I was under her roof".

My husband, Don Cassian, just survived an assassination attempt. He limped in, bleeding, and ordered me to stitch him up. But when I reached into his blood-soaked suit, my fingers brushed against something soft. Black lace panties. Not mine. My hand flew to my still-flat stomach. For our child. How could he do this to us? Ice flooded my veins. “We’re done, Cassian.” His gaze was heavy, exhausted. He gave a single, sharp nod. “Fine. I’ll have my lawyer draft the papers.” But then, a frantic little voice—one that wasn't mine—screamed from deep within my womb. [Mom, don’t leave him! Dad didn’t cheat! The family isn’t going to fall. It’s a setup!] [Oriana Gallo planned all of this! She wants your place! She put those panties in his pocket herself!] [If you leave, her men will grab you. They’ll take you to an abandoned warehouse and dump your body in Lake Michigan. Then she’ll play the grieving friend, comfort Dad, and become the new Mrs. Marino!] [Mom, I came back to stop this! Please, don’t fall for it again!] I snapped back to the present. Spinning around, I launched myself into Cassian's arms, my body wracked with sobs. “I was just trying to scare you! How could you agree so easily? Are you that tired of me?” I jabbed a finger at his chest, tears streaming down my face.

An angel's face once graced Amira Angelyn Fabian. The greatest suit for a holy living lady is her, but only until her ex-lover transforms her into someone she is not. She developed more grit as she focused on what would benefit her the most. She rose to the status of becoming the most significant entrepreneur, surpassing her ex title. In the line of her successful career, Amira encountered him again: Giovanni Rossi, her ex-lover who broke her heart three years ago. Amira doesn't want to take revenge, but seeing how he was still like in those old days, Amira is ragingly seeking a way of getting the table turned.

At my wedding, my wife’s bodyguard was wearing the same suit as me. He was standing to one side. When I was saying my vows, he suddenly stepped forward and slapped me. I covered my face and looked at my wife, Amelie. She looked calm, as if she knew this would happen. Seeing that she was not reacting, the bodyguard smirked and slapped me again. Blood trickled from the corner of my mouth. The guests below the stage were flabbergasted, even as rage burned within me. “Call the police!” “You can’t call the police!” Amelie finally said. My parents also suddenly shouted, “No one is allowed to call the police. Anyone who does would be opposing the Bennet family!”

EMILIANA                  It was supposed to be a simple wedding. Marry the old fucker then while he's busy trying to get in my pants, stick a knife in his throat. And if anyone asks... I'm pretty sure I would have come up with something believable. I mean, how hard is it for someone his age to have a heart attack or trip and fall onto a knife. Right? But then in the middle of the wedding, this hot guy shows up in a bloody Armani suit, like covered in blood from head to toe, kills the man I'm supposed to marry and takes his place. What the fuck? Seriously, What the actual fuck? TROPES; Arranged marriage, forced proximity, he falls first, crazy FL, your daily amount of steam and HEA.