Romans & histoires Request On Bended Knee

When Elena Peterson goes to work, the last thing she expects is to be plunged into a world of chaos by what is waiting for her in the office. Her former boss, may have just sacrificed her to the devil himself, by his outrageous request in his will! Jason Richardson didn't expect his father to be cunning and calculative, even in death. He surely didn't expect his father to will everything to his personal assistant, with the condition that he married her, or loses everything! What was he thinking when he wrote that?!

On the day Evelyn thought Liam would propose, he shocked her by getting down on one knee—for her stepsister, Samantha. As if that betrayal wasn’t enough, Evelyn learned the cruel truth: her parents had already decided to sell one daughter’s future to a dangerous man: the infamous War God Alpha Alexander, who was rumored to be scarred and crippled after a recent accident. And the bride could’t be their precious daughter Samantha. However, when the "ugly and crippled" Alpha revealed his true self—an impossibly handsome billionaire with no trace of injury—Samantha had a change of heart. She was ready to dump Liam and take Evelyn's place as the family daughter who should marry Alexander. Yet Alexander made his decision clear to the world: “Evelyn is the only woman I will ever marry.”

　　I pushed open the door to the Alpha Villa. Just back from the werewolf hospital; back from the miscarriage. 　　Then I heard it—a woman's moans, slicing through the silence of the bedroom. 　　Peering through the door crack, I saw our Omega maid, Irina, having sex with my husband. 　　Lucien gripped her waist and warned her, "We must keep this a secret. I don't want her to cause a scene, and I've never intended to replace my Luna." 　　Irina moaned in agreement, "Don't worry, Luc. I'm willing to be your secret lover forever." 　　Then, with low growls, they climaxed together. 　　What they didn't know was that I had discovered their affair early this morning—I had seen the flirtatious messages Irina sent to Lucien, which ultimately led to my miscarriage. 　　But I had no intention of confronting him. 　　Instead, I had already submitted a forced mate dissolution request to the Werewolf Alliance Council and sent a message to the ancient Grand Sorceress in the Blood Moon Forest, who had long wanted to take me as her apprentice. 　　In three days, the request would take effect, and the Grand Sorceress would come for me with a potion to alter my werewolf scent. 　　I would enter the Blood Moon Forest as nothing but a new identity and a sorceress’s heir. 　　I will erase myself from Lucien's world forever.

“ One scratch, one head. “ His words terrified the whole civilization of the Cabrine city. As his sharp eyes flickered with darkness, everyone held their breaths. The figure in front of them was no other than Diamond Fletcher – the sin of pride from the seven deadly sins. Having the vampires lineage with the alpha's blood, he was one of the ruler in the biggest city of the realm. Nevertheless, he was also a five-star general in the human world. “ The young madam is in your room young master. She was in her deep slumber when the potion took effect. “ One of his allies said, trembling and trying himself not to stutter. Without a word, the sin of pride walked away with his head high. The eagerness to see her after three years of disappearance made him crave for her scent. His desire to own her and her blood filled his sorrow and anger. When he reached his room and locked the door, the coldness in his eyes vanished in the mist. He stepped closer to the and saw her lying unconscious. Her hair was messy as well as her dress. It was slightly ripped that made his eyes pinned to her slender legs under the thin fabric. When he brushed his knuckles over her cheeks, he closed his eyes for five seconds to feel how soft her skin was. It was delicate. It was seductive, yet, it was also delicious. “ Finally, our hide and seek just ended. “ He bended his body as he whispered near her flushed ears. Biting it slightly before her neck, he only wanted to ‘do' her. To punish her! ‘ You’re mine. Every inch of you is mine. Just mine. Mine alone! ‘ **** WARNING: There will be an obsession and possessiveness at the middle.

I watched my boyfriend down on one knee proposing to another woman. Turns out that he was cheating on me with her for two years. Our five years together meant nothing to him. He claimed that he needed her money –connections and that I should be the one to play the role of a mistress. I refused. I didn’t stick around. I ran as fast as my legs could carry me. I wanted something strong to numb my pain— and yes, I ended up in the loudest club. Then I met him, Adrian Foster. The wealthiest and powerful CEO. The moment I lost my balance, he caught me and pulled me straight in to his chest. Fate? I didn’t believe in it. But may be …. He did.

“Let me be your real wife for just one month, Daven.” It was a simple request—one that sounded like the last plea of a heartbroken woman. But to Althea Grayson, it was her pride. The price she asked for the love she had given, yet never once received in return. She had known from the start: their marriage was never about love. Daven Callister had married her out of duty, pressured by his grandmother. There were no tender embraces, no loving glances—only cold silence and an empty house that never felt like home. Still, Althea held on. She tried to be a good wife, clinging to the hope that one day, Daven’s heart might soften. But her hope was shattered by betrayal—Daven wanted to marry someone else. The woman he truly loved. With or without Althea’s consent. And his entire family stood behind his decision. Heartbroken and disillusioned, Althea made one final request: one month of being loved like a real wife. One month... before she walked away forever. Daven thought it was a desperate move—pathetic, even. But that single month changed everything. The way Althea smiled, the way she loved so fully. Even the way she left—left something behind that lingered in Daven’s heart. And now, Daven was lost. When the love he had never once recognized finally revealed itself... was it already too late? Or should he fight against everything—just for one more chance?

Lizabella experienced two greatest betrayals, after losing her unborn child due to her fiancee's negligence. As if that wasn't enough, he planned to rip her pack from underneath her but Lizabella refused to accept this and needed the help of her greatest enemies. Three powerful Lycan kings. Three men that set her up and three men who turned out to be her mates. They only had one request, in order for them to help her. To be their bride in public and their daughter's nanny in private and maybe, even to warm their beds in secrets.

A devoted stay-at-home wife, Giselle Harrison, became pregnant a month after waking up in a hotel room with a total stranger. Unsure of who was responsible, she received an unexpected divorce request from her husband, Xavier Sheffield, who had discovered her intimacy with the stranger. He kicked her out, and she subsequently gave birth to a set of twins. Five years later, their paths crossed at his multi-billion-dolar company. This encounter rekindled feelings between them, but Xavier decided to make her his personal assistant, turning her life into a living hell.

Today was supposed to be my wedding day. The D-day, the big day—whatever people liked to call it. For me, it was meant to be the happiest day of my life. Our life. But to the likes of me, happiness was nothing but a cruel illusion. The groom, Clyde Monroe, wasn’t waiting for me at the altar. Instead, the ruthless, calculating billionaire—known for his icy demeanor and unmatched power—was on one knee before someone else. Someone who was supposed to be dead. His ex-girlfriend. As the truth unraveled, so did the fragile threads of the life we were building. Betrayal, grief, humiliation—I felt it all. Clyde’s haunted past, one I had only glimpsed, was now ripping apart the fragile illusion of the bond I thought we shared. The truth? I was nothing more than a pawn, a random babymaker caught in a game I never signed up to play. My name is Margaux Olsen, and I am his unwanted bride.

My anxiety spiked during our wedding photoshoot. A sharp pain stabbed through my chest. My fiancé, Caius—the Falcone family heir—was helping his adoptive sister, Fiorella, try on my wedding dress. He didn't even spare me a glance. He was on one knee, focused on adjusting the lace on Fiorella’s hem. Before we’d even left the shop, Fiorella posted a selfie in the dress. She was all smiles, my fiancé standing beside her, posed like her groom. Calmly, I pulled out my phone. I sent a message to a painter I keep on retainer. "A royal portrait. The two of them. Old-world style. Use the cheapest materials you can find. I want the frame dripping with fake diamonds. Make it look like trash." I'll have it sent to Fiorella. A wedding present. The note will be simple. "A work of art as priceless as your bond. Best wishes on your wedding."