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His eyes held desire as he gazed at me. Out of nervousness, I turned to look at my sisters. They all had a glare on their faces. My father had a fake smile on his face, while my mother had a disappointed look. He stared at me for a while, until he finally spoke. "I want you" my heart stopped. "To strip" he completed. I was dumbstruck. ****** During a selection event, Hattie Stalin was choosen by Javier, who was a brutal, scary, and coldhearted, popularly known as the mad prince. She had heard of the four tales of the mad prince which she thought were merely fabricated story, but little does she know that some of those story are true...... Join her love adventure with the mad prince. Mind you it will gets crazy along the way....

His steely gaze bore into mine, an abyss of emotionless darkness. "Marc-" "SHUT UP!" I flinched, a shudder coursing through me. He came on closer, his fingers tightening around my neck, a cruel parody of a caress. I met his frightening stare, I stared at him breathing heavily. "Just be still." I lowered my face, eyelids fluttering shut, as if seeking solace in the darkness. "I own you." His declaration resounding heavy in the air, an unbreakable chain binding me to this desire’s. In that moment, I knew - there was no escaping the clutches of this man who held me captive, body and soul. **************** In the heart of a city shrouded in shadows and secrets, Elena Santiago's life takes a dangerous plunge. Her father's debts drag them to the doorstep of Don Marco De Luca, an astute and enigmatic mafia overlord, thrusting Elena into a world of scary gambles and lethal allure. Boundaries blur between allegiance and survival as Elena must survive through a web of deception, where every move becomes a battle cry. With her family's future teetering on a razor's edge, she finds herself torn between defying the merciless Don and submitting to a life of total servitude. ******** Will she succumb to his desires… or hers?!

At three in the morning, I stare at the unknown transaction record on my phone screen, my fingertips turning cold. The record is for a payment of 2980 dollars, made for an executive suite at the Wisteria. The time of payment was 8:00 pm last night. My husband, Tristan Griffin, is a detective. He was on the night shift last night. I clutch my phone, my knuckles turning white as I text Tristan, "I just saw your credit card bill for a hotel stay last night. What's up with that?" His reply is instant. "Our team had to work overtime at the last minute, so they put us up at the hotel. I forgot to tell you about it." I scan the text and sputter. The Wisteria is located in the western region of the city, which is on the other end from where his squad is stationed. I don't press him for more details and click on the bank app on my phone. Having found the vendor's address through the payment record, I sent it to my best friend, Rowena Sheffield, who works as a private detective. She replies instantly with an "OK" emoji and follows up with, "Give me a second. I'll find out everything you want in a jiffy!"

"No offense but you are always so grumpy, it's actually kind of cute." I bluntly say to him and watch him throw me a nasty glare, I just giggle at that. "I'm not." he defends himself in a calm yet stern voice keeping his face emotionless. "sure." I find myself saying sarcastically. I think I'm too drunk  because there is no way a sober River will have the courage to hold a conversation with a very grumpy Killian. I expect another scary glare to come towards me but instead I meet with a soft gaze that stares at me with an unreadable expression. "I'm not." This time he says softly, I see him biting back a small smile and , he smiles. I've never seen him smiling before, not this way. Standing on the edge of life, River breathes in and lets himself adjust into a new life, into a new family. After a horrifying past he finds his life wrapped around a shaggy orphanage and several foster homes which makes it hard to believe that he is actually being adopted. Having a family was always a desire of him but to his burnt luck, he doesn't feel like he belongs in his adoptive family. Everyone and everything around him make it clear that he wasn't born to be happy. River is waiting for another push, one last push to end it all and fall from the edge and that's when a grumpy looking Killian Price steps into his life. River can't decide if Killian is the saviour or the devil himself. River's life meets with unexpected secrets mixed with burning desire, adorning the melancholic attire. Soon, he finds out he isn't the only one standing on the edge of the cliff, or he realises he is far from the edge.

"Buzz… Buzz…" Alexia's cell phone vibrated as she sniffed then reached out for her phone which was in her side pocket and when she took it out she realized it was an unknown number. She furrowed her eyebrows. "Who in the world is this?" she soliloquized then swiped her thumb across the screen taking the phone to her left ear. "Hello… am I speaking with Alexia Chaney?" A deep male voice came through the phone as Alexia sat upright. "Yes, this Is Alexia Chaney," She clears her throat. "I heard you can play the guitar and I hope you will like a day's job, you will be paid handsomely for it. Are you interested?" said the man again over the phone as Alexia blinked. "Okay, I am interested. What is the occasion and venue?" She asked. "SBE wine corporation will be launching a new wine tomorrow alongside the birthday celebration of the CEO, Richard Robertson, and there will be a night party at his Estate," The man said as Alexia's eyes popped wide open and she parted her lips. She couldn't believe she just accepted an invitation to perform for a man who just wrecked her show. "I will text you the address, first thing in the morning. Get prepared because it is a big party and Richard loves something exceptional," said the man as he hung up.

Nadine Sullivan doesn't come home to have dinner with me on my birthday. Instead, she transfers 100 dollars to me and sends me a text, saying, "I love you." Coincidentally, a resident doctor at her hospital updates his social media with a photo. It's a screenshot of her transferring 10,000 dollars to him. She's also texted him, "I love you to the moon and back." I don't throw a tantrum or kick up a fuss. All I do is leave the city without hesitation. The first day after my departure, I hear that Nadine is unfazed. She says, "He'll be back after a few days." The first month after my departure, Nadine calls me. "I'll transfer 100 thousand dollars to you, alright? Can you come back now?" I've never wanted her money, though.

Liam thought his life couldn’t get any worse—struggling to survive, working multiple jobs, and dealing with a rich, spoiled bully at school who made his life miserable. But everything takes a terrifying turn when he receives a text from the one person he never wanted to hear from again—Fabian, his obsessive, psychopathic ex, freshly released from prison and determined to get him back no matter the cost. Just as he plans to disappear and start over, things grow even more complicated. Damien, the arrogant heir who has tormented him for years, suddenly begins acting differently—offering help, showing concern, and blurring the lines between enemy and something more. And then there’s Sebastian Devereaux—a cold, powerful CEO with a haunted past. A man who isn’t supposed to care, yet somehow gets entangled in Liam’s life in ways neither of them expect. Caught between a past that won’t let him go, an enemy who might be something else entirely, and a man with demons of his own, Liam must make a choice: run for his life or risk being Torn Between Three.

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“This innocent act of yours is pissing me off more than I already am.” He said, baring his teeth with agitation. “You owe me every dime that you stole from me for eight years. And by my name, I swear, pet, you will pay for it. You will pay for all of it!" "You can pretend to be someone else. Your name can be anything you want it to be, but I know you and I know all your tricks, so save it, pet, save all of it." When the scary man let go of my jaws, I could barely breathe. It seemed that nothing I'd say would change his mind. Whoever this man was, he was out for blood and he was about to have the wrong one. I was the wrong one. This is the story of Ivory Hollis mistaken as Lori- a possessive billionaire’s long time girlfriend who betrayed and duped him. Blinded by revenge, Arlo Covelli is determined to make Lori pay for breaking his heart and stealing from him. The only mistake- he’s refusing to acknowledge that there’s a slight chance that Ivory may not Lori, and now to have a full control over her, he presents her with a pet/marriage contract in exchange for her freedom. Torn between being a sex-relief for the billionaire’s boys, and being his pet/wife, Ivory chooses the latter. But then, Lori resurfaces! Find out what happens next in the compelling story of Ivory’s life!

My mother was dying. Her only wish before she passed was to see me married. For 27 days, I begged my girlfriend, Monica Teller, and she finally agreed to register for marriage with me on the 27th day. I waited at the courthouse until closing, but she never came. That same day, her childhood sweetheart, Gurney Barnes, posted their marriage certificate on social media. [Time sure flies. Three more days, and we'll have been married for a month.] It was then I finally realized that she had married her childhood sweetheart since the first day I started begging her. Not long after, an apology text from Monica buzzed on my phone. [I'm so sorry, Lincoln. Gurney's family was forcing him into marriage. I couldn't stand by and watch him get shackled to a stranger. Just give it three days. We'll file for divorce. Three days later, I'll marry you." Three days later, she showed up at the courthouse in a wedding gown, But the only thing waiting for her was my message. [Goodbye, Monica. May we never meet again.]