Scandalized Ivy Owens

Gael D'angelo is a mega entrepreneur from a network of accounting and law firms. A lion of numbers and a predator when he wants something. But the ambitious young billionaire wants something more than a bank account full of money. He longs to have in his hands everything that once belonged to his father, Roland D'angelo, and to achieve this, he is willing to do anything, including signing a marriage contract. Ivy Dixon is a young accounting graduate. A girl who was born with a silver spoon. However, overnight she lost everything she had. His father and her older brother, and all he had left was his sick mother and many debts to pay. Until an opportunity knocks on her door and she can't resist saying yes. * A marriage contract. * An untamed young woman. * A determined man and a signature that will change everything in these two's lives!

La primera decisión que tomé tras renacer fue rechazar el rito de marca con mi compañero Alfa, Ethan. En mi vida anterior, cuando Ethan intentó aplazar nuestra ceremonia de unión por trigésima segunda vez, lo amenacé invocando las leyes sagradas de la Diosa de la Luna. Al final, Ethan cedió. Para apaciguar mi furia, juró que nada volvería a interrumpirnos. Sin embargo, esa misma noche murió Ivy, su amante Omega. Desde aquel instante, Ethan me odió con cada fibra de su ser. Cuando le confesé que estaba esperando cachorros, me ahogó en las aguas gélidas del Mar del Norte. —Tú y la abominación que llevas dentro merecen morir por lo que le pasó a ella. Me escupió las palabras mientras me hundía la cabeza bajo el agua. Morí sumida en la desesperación. Pero al abrir los ojos, me encontraba de nuevo frente al altar. Ethan lucía impaciente. —A Ivy le duele el pecho... Tenemos que posponer la ceremonia de unión otra vez. Esperaba que le suplicara. En lugar de eso, me desabroché el collar ceremonial y se lo arrojé a la cara. —Ve con ella. Yo me largo. Ethan hizo una mueca de desprecio. —Deja el drama. Sin mi aroma, vas a regresar arrastrándote de rodillas en una semana. No sabía que, una hora más tarde, yo estaría tocando a la puerta de su enemigo mortal: Damon, el Tirano del Norte. Cuando publiqué una foto luciendo el anillo del Alfa Winterborn en mi dedo, con la leyenda “Un Alfa Mejor”, Ethan enloqueció...

My father lies on a hospital bed, barely breathing as he asks to see my husband once more. However, my husband's phone is turned off that day. I hurry to his company to look for him, but his secretary stops me and tells me there's a company policy that says they don't allow me and dogs to enter. I kneel before the building and beg for help, but someone records me and twists the truth. Later, I watch the video and see Eugene Fort carrying his true love, who's cut her finger, into the car. My father ultimately dies without seeing Eugene. I stay up all night to handle the wake and funeral. The following day, I finally receive a call from Eugene. He sounds impatient as he says, "Come to the hospital. Ivy needs help."

Ivy was left to die with her mother in a burning room. When she thought it was all over, a handsome and fierce man barged through the flames. Vladimir. The Alpha of her rival pack. Instead of killing her, he captured her and took her back to his pack, forcing her into a contractual marriage to secure his position as Alpha. Yet in a pack that despised her existence, only Vladimir stood on her side. No one had been willing to save Ivy. Even her own father had wanted her sold. But Vladimir was willing. He would die for her and kill for her. And when he finally finds those responsible for her suffering, he skins them alive without mercy, just as the ruthless Alpha he is. "This is just a contractual marriage, so why are you being so protective of that bitch?!" a woman yelled. "One more word about my wife," Vladimir snarled, "and I will cut off your tongue."

"I'm getting married again." She announces, minutes after returning back home after three years of absentia. Her family looks at her like she's grown two horns. "What?" "Don't be alarmed." "Who is he?" She smiles, drops her fork and looks them in the eye. "His name is Ashton Wright." "Isn't he...!" "Yes. He's the elder brother of Richard Wright, my ex-husband." * For three years, Ivy Hall endures every form of abuse possible until the encounter that breaks her steely resolve. At her ex husband's betrayal, she enlists the help of his elder brother in her revenge against him and her best friend, and surprisingly, he agrees. She moves from Richard Wright to Ashton Wright. Some might wonder, what's the difference if they are from the same family... She smiles and shakes her head. "I'm moving from grass to grace."

...In the name of crush, love and lies...They say broken people can't fall in love, right? But what if love really lies? Fighting depression and bipolarity along with eating disorder and coupled with fighting the urge not to take her own life, can things get anymore confusing for Fay when a silly crush transpire into something else? They say obsession is sweet, but when it leads to infatuation, it tends to get more dangerous and powerful. "Can I kiss you?" He whispered, his lips hovering above hers slightly, their lips almost touching. She shook her head negatively, her lips unconsciously dying for his taste. "Alright." His breath out, untangling his fingers from her hair as he made to move his lips away from hers but she pulled his head back quickly before muttering against his small pink lips. "Kiss me." © Josephine. C. Ivy

My best friend Sophie and I went into labor the very same night. I watched her switch out the two infants with my own eyes, but I did not tell a single soul. For the next decade, I fed, clothed, and raised a daughter that was not mine. On the day the two girls turned eighteen, they received their college offer letters at the same time. One got into an ivy league school, and the other, a community college whose name I had not even heard of. I had never seen Sophie so happy in my entire life. Grinning from ear to ear, she whipped out the DNA report she had been saving for this very moment. "Thank you for raising my daughter to be the valedictorian that she is today. It's time she returns to her mama. As for this good-for-nothing scum… You can take her back!" I sneered. "Very well then." She had no idea what was coming.

"Truly, I am dangerous but it is nothing for you to fear." He said, tossing away the head of the vampire he had just yanked out and was still dripping with blood, while he moved closer to her. "Why?" She asked, trying her best to sound bold. "Because I am yours." *** Maybe if someone had showed Ivy what the future would hold if she decided to go to a nightclub a night before her arranged wedding, throw the word 'mine' to the first greek god she sees and have a one night stand with that stupidly rich greek god, maybe she would have just accepted her fate, stayed home and gone to her arranged wedding in the morning to pay up her father's debt. But no fortune teller had warned her and so she did all the above. Now here comes the consequences. Some are bad, some are spicy and some are just mysteriously unexpected.

"This is wrong, Collen," I breathed out as Collen's s lips claimed mine. "Shhhh and let's think about the consequences later," he said in a husky voice before spreading my legs open and trailing his lips down to the juncture of my thighs before burying his face between my legs. Here's a rewritten version of the text, with a more engaging tone and language: When Allison transferred to the prestigious Ivy League college, she thought she'd left her small-town life behind. But fate had other plans. With the help of her best friend Hannah, she settled into her new life, only to discover that her one-night stand was none other than Hannah's boyfriend - her fated mate! Torn between loyalty and desire, Allison must navigate this forbidden attraction, all while keeping her secret from her friend. Will she confess her transgression, or will fate and passion prevail in this sizzling werewolf romance?

My wife’s new assistant recently celebrated his birthday, and she splurged on a villa as a gift to him. On the day he moved in, the assistant, Zachary Shaw, bragged on Instagram with a post and captioned: [Bagged myself a sugar mommy, just FYI.] My wife, Ivy Bennett, commented on the post: [Happy birthday, my dear Zacky! 🫰] The photo was Zachary wrapping his arm around my wife’s slender waist, looking incredibly intimate. The work group chat blew up at once. Everyone expressed their envy toward Zachary, singing his praises for being so promising at such a young age. Then, my childhood friend, Autumn Sinclair, tagged me in the group chat and teased, [Love is a blinding green light. Your wife’s cheating on you so hard it glows. Congrats, Julian!] I smiled wryly and stubbed out my cigarette. Slowly, I typed my reply, [Want a house, Autumn? I’ll get you one too, better than her gift to him.]