Rich Brian Who That Be

I thought I had everything—love, a husband I trusted, and a life I had dreamed of. But one night, Sam Samuels, the man I gave my heart to, handed me a divorce. Not because he stopped loving me, but because the world, his family, and even my own, believed I was never enough. As I watch the people around me scheme and manipulate, I realize I’ve been trapped—not just by a title or a marriage, but by expectations I never asked for. The white moonlight from Sam’s past returns, and his family’s pressure grows heavier. Every step I take is watched, every choice questioned. I am Anna Vale, the woman who suffers in silence, who bends to survive, yet secretly dreams of freedom. But when the man who left me suddenly wants me back, I face a choice: forgive a love that abandoned me, or reclaim my life and finally break free from the chains of family, wealth, and heartache. A story of heartbreak, betrayal, and slow-burning love. Will Anna let Sam back in, or will she finally choose herself? Keywords: Romance, Billionaire, Divorce, Second Chance, Family Pressure, White Moonlight, Slow Burn, Emotional Drama.

Freya Daniella Howard, 24 years old, first heir of Howard Constructions is in ‎love with her boyfriend ‎Benjamin, but scared to tell that to her parents ‎because she knows Benjamin will not meet with ‎their expectations. When her ‎mother asks who she is dating, she without much thought says her best ‎friend's ‎name - Rafael. ‎ Rafael, 28 years old, sole heir of Eastmond Builders, secretly dating a model ‎because he ‎knows his high and mighty parents have high plans for him. ‎Though he's not much bothered because he only wants to savor his love-life for now and focus on his dream; to be eligible enough to be the CEO of his ‎family's business. ‎ However, Freya's lie which was intended to be unharmed ruins all his plans ‎and he becomes her ‎betrothal out of nowhere. Their families celebrate the ‎moment and tie them into Wedlock -- too swift for ‎them to comprehend what in the world has happened to them.‎ Is it fate or Freya's heedless mistake that confined them into marriage?.....hard ‎to answer. ‎

She's still ten years old when a tragedy comes to her life. Hindi alam ni Sheiha kung ano ang gagawin. She was with her cousin that time when that scene happen. Nanginginig sa takot ang batang katawan, kumakalabog ang pusong hindi magkamayaw sa pagtibok dahil sa nasaksihan. After ten years of preparing herself to make a revenge, she accidentally met a person who will make her belief upside down. She wanted revenge but he... he open the door so Sheiha can see the light of that dark room she's in. Should she chase the light to be with the man she love? Or stay in that dark room to continue her revenge even if it cause her life? "Don't stay on that dark past, please chase the light I've give you. Chase it and you'll find peace." "What if... what if I don't? Paano kung hindi ko magawang maging kampante, maging payapa hanggat hindi ko nagagawa ang bagay na matagal ko ng gustong makamit? Would you stay in that dark room with me? Serves as my light to see the path I'm taking?"

I used to live my life believing that there was something corrupted within me. I had never felt comfortable walking in the searing, bright daylight. It felt as if I didn't belong there. Is that why I felt this sudden attraction to a man who seemed to be the embodiment of darkness? Ashtar Malachious resembled the sum of my sexual fantasies. The shades surrounding him were like a captivating essence. Others called him the predator, the fallen, or the death. I knew that, but my eyes saw him differently. He saved my life in more than a literal way. He seduced me, slowly enticing all my senses. He showed me what a touch could feel like. He let me taste the pleasure I had never thought existed. The one thing he wanted from me was my blood. I knew that if I gave it to him, it would be along with my body, heart, and soul. His irresistible aura blinded me to the dangers that surrounded me. Like a moth to the flame, I stepped closer until the hellfire licked my flesh. Then the wicked flames revealed the cruelest truth—this love kills. In the end, one of us will die.

He's an ex military billionaire. She's a happy-go-lucky brat. With just one glance, she fell for those cold eyes and mysterious personality. For better understanding about the story, I suggest you read Making Deals with the Billionaire first. But if you don't want to, it's fine since the events are explained as the story goes on. Completed: September 1, 2018 All Rights Reserved ©? 2018 This story is not proofread and edited, may contain wrong spellings or grammar. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

“Do you mean you are a virgin?” “Yes,” “Yes what?” “I.am.a.virgin.” I said holding a tendril of my hair shyly. “One week.” “For?” “I give you one week to come to terms with all these. After one week, I won’t be able to keep my hands off you, dear wife.” *** Trapped in a royal betrothal, Zara hates Zack. Zack loathes Zara. Thus, they won't consummate the marriage or follow any sort of tradition. To punish them, the Queen sends them on a journey to Island Formentera. However, a shipwreck leaves them stranded— stuck with each other. Will they go home and face the enemies of the royal household together? Or be swallowed by each other's pride?

Father Khatri is a man of God, truly and wholly, he's given his life to loving God and spreading his word until Matthew McPherson walks through the crumbling doors of his old church. Beautiful and achingly pure, Matthew is a temptation Khatri can't banish, no matter how many prayers he chokes out, or how tightly he grips his crucifix. When the boy's family summons him for an exorcism, Khatri goes, armed with holy water and a weak resolve, only to find such temptation even the strongest of minds couldn't resist. What starts as an exorcism unravels into a collision of guilt and lust, as the priest vows crumble in the face of a sin too delicious to resist. In a town that fears the devil, the true possession is the one tying their souls together....and it's a bond no rite can break.

My sister-in-law, Alicia, insisted that her son was a chosen fighter, blessed by God and immune to harm. The truth was far darker: every injury meant for him was being transferred onto my daughter. His congenital heart disease disappeared overnight. While most children his age were still carefully protected, he was already taking part in extreme sports and never suffered so much as a scratch. Meanwhile, my once-healthy daughter weakened day by day. She began to suffer unexplained fractures throughout her body. There was not a single place left uninjured. It was impossible not to see the connection. When I voiced my suspicions to my husband, Jeff Charlton, and my mother-in-law, Kelly Freeman, they dismissed me as delusional. They accused me of being jealous that Alicia had given birth to a prodigy, while I had nothing but a "worthless" daughter. Later, Alicia's son completed a trek across the Saharain Desert and became an overnight sensation, a child star adored by millions. At the same time, my daughter suddenly collapsed from heatstroke and died without warning. Alicia went live on her platform, accusing me of making false claims out of envy. Her followers believed every word. They hunted me down and ended my life. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back at the moment Alicia first proclaimed her son a miracle child. This time, I was no longer a powerless mother. As a specialist doctor, I calmly pulled on my gloves. "Alicia," I said with a smile, "Let me examine my nephew and see if he's truly cured."

WARNING: MATURE CONTENT️ This story contains themes of BDSM, including elements of dominance and submission, bondage, name-calling kinks (such as terms like "whore"), consensual rough play, and some scenes that involve violence. If these topics could be triggering or uncomfortable for you, I strongly recommend proceeding with caution or choosing a different story. But if you're into all this delicious chaos—welcome, and get ready for the ride of your life. Things are about to get wild. Enjoy! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Why was I thinking about his lips? Was I really that starved for attention? I couldn't tear my eyes away. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was just the sheer need for something to distract me. But it wasn't just his lips. His jaw was sharp, the muscles of his neck visible beneath the fabric of his shirt. He looked like someone who could make me forget everything. His voice broke through my thoughts. "Something wrong?" I blinked, shaking my head, forcing my eyes to pull away from him. "No. Nothing." I felt his gaze still on me, making me feel like he could see right through all the bullshit I was trying to wear. I wasn't sure if it was the alcohol, the heartbreak, or the way he looked at me, but suddenly it didn't feel like a mistake. It felt like something I needed. Without thinking, I stood, my body moving before my mind could catch up. My heart raced as I stepped closer to him, his brow furrowing slightly in confusion. He was surprised, but I didn't care. I grabbed his shirt, pulled him down to me, and pressed my lips to his.

I was the prime suspect in the notorious murder of my parents-in-law in Cardinal City. The one who arrested me was my wife—Linda Reese, the police chief. While the verdict was still pending, the killer struck again. The new victim was murdered with the same savage cruelty. Linda knelt before me, begging me to tell her the truth. I told her I didn’t know. The victims’ families screamed, demanding that I be carved into pieces. Three months later, Linda found me beside a garbage bin, bringing with her a memory-decoding device. Her hands trembled as she pressed two thin needles into my temples. “I’m sorry, Finn. I know you’re not the killer. I just want this slaughter to end. I don’t want anyone else to die. Let everyone see your memories—let them see what really happened back then.” But when she finished watching my memories, she collapsed to the ground, utterly broken, and fell to her knees.