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"Beg me to be your mate and maybe I will consider it," Zayn said. How could he say those words to me after humiliating me for years? Did he really think I would want to be his mate just because he was my master? The Alpha's Heir? Was he out of his mind? "Kneel and beg me to be yours, Amelia." I stared at him as I knelt slowly, a smile curled on his lips and a satisfactory look clouded his face at the power he had over me, but my next words took him off guard. "I, Amelia Wright, reject you, Zayn Andino, as my mate," I blurted out on my knees. "How dare you?" Zayn questioned, grabbing me by my arm aggressively. "Who the hell do you think you are? You are just a dirty little Omega. How dare you say those words to me?" "Let go of my mate," I heard a voice behind Zayn. We both turned to see the golden eyes man earlier from Alpha Hector office yelling at Zayn. * * * Amelia reluctantly becomes a maid for Alpha Hector's wealthy family. Bound by her mother's debts, she endures the torment of Alpha Hector's son, Zayn, and his girlfriend, Nicole. Hope shines when Alpha Hector promises her freedom on her upcoming birthday, but fate has a unique plan. As her first transformation into a wolf unravels, she stumbles upon a shocking truth, that Zayn is her mate. How could the man who had tortured her all these years be her mate? Her fate is far from twisted when she rejects Zayn as her mate and realizes that she has another mate, Atlas Synder.

Dia adalah pria tampan,seksi dan juga kaya.seorang pria yang diimpikan dan diincar oleh banyak wanita diseluruh dunia ini kecuali aku. kenapa?....satu karena dia playboy,dua kerena dia brengsek dan tiga dia adalah bajingan ulung yang licik. awalnya saat pertama kali bertemu dengannya aku begitu mengagumi penampilannya yang maskulin dan keren tidak salah bukan aku juga wanita normal tapi bosku langsung memberiku informasi mengenainya yang memiliki sikap yang sangat buruk dan melarangku untuk mengangguminya ataupun tertarik dengannya. Tapi saat mata kepalaku melihatnya sendiri betapa brengsek dirinya membuatku menyetujuhi ucapan bosku dan memasukkannya dalam daftar list orang yang harus aku jauhi. "Dia adalah Dimitri Sean Zander pria panas yang diincar oleh semua wanita didunia ini dan paling sering dibicarakan dimajalah bisnis karena prestasi dan sensasinya tapi percayalah dia adalah orang yang berbahaya yang harus kalian jauhi tapi aku tidak menampik bahwa ia sangatlah menggoda."Alina. "Kau terlalu cepat menilaiku dengan sisi buruk yang aku miliki,bagaimana jika kau mencoba bersamaku untuk sesaat akan kujamin kau pasti akan merasakan sensasi yang berbeda didekat seorang pria panas dan dicintai oleh banyak wanita."Dimitri.

On my fifth year anniversary, the first two things I receive are two bills for water and electricity. My wife, Whitney Chapman, comes home at a late hour. She's carrying a food container that's filled with food that has gone cold. "Sorry, I was dealing with an extremely difficult client. I can only make it up to you with supper." She puts down the container before walking into the bathroom. While she doesn't reek of alcohol, there's dust coating the hem of her windbreaker. I call Whitney's secretary, only to find out that she has not been to the company today. A second before I end the call, the secretary adds, "By the way, Mr. Spencer, the new warehouse manager, Maxwell Clarke, was also absent from work today." Maxwell Clarke? The illegitimate child who brings nothing but shame to the Spencer family? What a big coincidence… or was it? I quickly contact the property manager of the villa based on the bills I've received. "A father-and-son duo have just moved into the villa last month." The manager then sends the list of inhabitants to me. The name listed is also Maxwell Clarke. This villa happens to be a property my father left for me back when Whitney and I first got married. Since it's too far from the city, I've left it vacant all this time because I wanted to reserve it as a villa meant for vacation purposes. Now, the people I hate are the ones living in that villa.

Fresh out of college, Clara Stewart asked me to take on a $500,000 mortgage for her. When I refused, she turned around and bought an $800,000 villa in full, for another guy. Holding up the property deed, she told me: "Jayden, the truth is, I'm actually rich. I've been pretending to be poor to test you. Unfortunately, you failed. I'm disappointed in you. Let's break up." I simply smiled and walked away without a second thought. The irony? I'm the son of the richest man in the country. I was pretending to be broke, too. Fast forward four years, we met again at the National Wealth Summit. Clara had just barely made it into the top 50 on the list, clinging to the arm of Henry Brown as they entered. She spotted me in simple clothes with no visible brand, holding a child in one arm and the keys to a Porsche Cayenne in the other. Thinking I was someone's driver, she sneered: "Jayden, you really went all out just to see me again? Let's be real, you're just a driver now, and I'm on the wealth list. We live in completely different worlds. Don't waste your time fantasizing." I did not bother replying. Honestly, I was only there because my billionaire dad insisted. I had finally cleared a day to spend with my son and now I had to waste it on that.

“How many time's do I need to tell you that I don't love you Sierra? You were just a replacement for Ophelia.” He said harshly as his grey eyes glared at her furiously. Those words pierced her heart like a sharp knife, cutting her into pieces. “So I was just a replacement to you? I still mean nothing to you after all these years” She asked, swallowing the bitterness as a few drops of tears escaped her eyes. “No.” He replied coldly without any remorse. The small hope she had in herself vanished as soon as those words left his mouth. Right at the moment, she knew the man she had loved all her life would never love her back. ----------------------------- ----------------- “Let’s go back home, Sierra ,” Rigel said, trying to clear his throat, making Sierra look up in surprise. Did she hear him right? “Did you just hear yourself?” Sierra chuckled humorlessly as she looked at him in disbelief. “Give me a chance, Sierra . Let me prove my love and words to you. I promise this time I will bring the world under your feet.” He looked sincere as he tried to beg for a second chance. “Even though I was always there in front of your eyes, you never saw me. You only saw her. Even though I spent three years with you, you never noticed me. You only looked for her. So tell me how can I suddenly believe that now all you can see is me? How can I take you back?” Sierra asked the questions while trying her best to keep her emotions in control. She wasn't going to let that man break her heart again.

Cold, heartless, malicious are just some of the words that can be used to describe Creed Cacciatore. Adopted by a supernatural huntress and turned into a living breathing weapon, Creed gets on the bad side of a powerful warlock and for that, he is cursed to either become a beast and be hunted by his family or fall in love and break the curse by the next full moon. ___________________________________________________ BOOK 1 of the TO LOVE SERIES SEQUEL: TO LOVE A VAMPIRE

Jace Storme is the most popular guy in school, while Maxxie Gray is the superhero-obsessed nerd....who just so happens to be obsessed with Jace. After Maxxie drops a pair of underwear, Jace says those fated words: "I like your Batman underwear." The two discover the ups and downs of young love, navigating identity, friends, and family while trying to keep their relationship alive.

A guy, what comes to mind? The story of an arrogant man and about various sides of life. There are no definite words, only about Geri and Helwi and a free life. Freestyle is the lifestyle of a Geri. while being full of rules and soft-hearted is Helwi's character. So how does a Helwi who is a well-known college graduate have to marry Geri, a guy? Find the answer in the following story.

3 years after getting married, I am still a virgin. "Lucien, let's get a divorce," I said in a peremptory tone that was long overdue, the most decisive farewell to this absurd marriage. We had been married for exactly three years—three years that, for me, were filled with nothing but endless loneliness and torment. For three years, the husband who should have stood by my side through every storm, Lucien Sullivan, had completely disappeared from my life as if he had never existed. He vanished without a trace, leaving me alone to endure this empty, desolate marriage. Today, I finally received his message: "I'm back. Come pick me up at the airport." When I read his words, my heart leapt with joy, and I raced to the airport, thinking that he finally understood my love and was coming back to me. But his cruelty was far worse than I could have ever imagined—he was accompanied by a pregnant woman, and that woman was Carla, my closest and most trusted friend. In that moment, all of my previous excitement, all my hope, and all of our shared laughter and tears turned into the sharpest of daggers, stabbing into my heart and leaving me gasping for air. He should know that it was his own hand that trampled our love underfoot, that his coldness and betrayal created this irreparable situation. But when he heard those words, he desperately clung to this broken, crumbling marriage, unwilling to let it end—almost as though doing so could rewind time and return everything to how it used to be. "Aurora, come back. I regret everything!" Regret? Those simple words stirred no emotion in me—only endless sadness and fury. My heart let out a frantic, desperate scream: It's too late for any of this!

Everyone in New York knew that Don Lorenzo Capone loved his wife dearly. At the height of our love, he shielded me from a bullet that went straight through his chest. The hospital issued eleven critical condition notices. I cried myself hoarse at the door of the emergency room. "Lorenzo, don't you dare die on me, or I'll instantly find a pretty boy to marry and have children with!" He survived the ordeal, and the first thing he did when he opened his eyes was to marry me. After the marriage, he ruled over New York's largest underground empire with an iron fist, but never allowed any woman to get close to him. On our third wedding anniversary, I went to his private dock to give him a surprise. There, I saw him holding a pair of twins, teaching them how to shoot. The man who could kill without batting an eye was looking at the children with eyes full of affection. The children's mother was Elena Tribbiani, the daughter of an arms dealer who was his equal. "Lorenzo, what if Vivian finds out?" Lorenzo dismissed it casually. "A fragile porcelain doll like her is only fit to be displayed in a glass case. Only a she-wolf like you is worthy of bearing my family's cubs." It turned out, what I thought was true love was merely a carefully-woven lie. I did not confront him. Instead, I sent a text message to an FBI special agent. "Agent Smith, I have a list of the arms deal you’re investigating."