Songs Blank Space

"We both know that this match is not our will, for that I offer you a contract." my eyes widened in surprise Henry's words, an open offer from a man she had met for the first time. What the average family couldn't do, this sort of thing happened easily with the righ folks I went over several points of the written agreement there. *Do not intervene in personal life * Maintain the confidentiality of the marriage contract agreed to by both parties *The marriage lasts at least two years, but if the separation is still difficult to implement, it can be extended until circumstances permit. I read some interesting points. Although this type of contract is not natural for a couple who is about to get married. For me, the prenup made me more prepared than having to guess what would happen later when she became part of the Marcus family. "I deliberately left the last page blank, please write your wish" Henry swung his finger lightly. Skillfully, Henry's assistant handed me a ballpoint pen. * Appreciate parents on both sides as a family *No physical contact *Stay in separate rooms *** I am someone who prefer being alone and I have never had a boyfriend and she dont care. Unfortunately, my sister who does have a boyfriend has been betrothed to a billionaire's son who she will now be forced to marry. I pitied my sister and decided to replace her... Well, Henry, the billionaire's son doesn't want to marry someone he doesn't know so he proposed a contract to me. I found that helping, huh? Two years later, we will file a divorce and that will be the end of us or so we thought.

"I can't do this no more. I'm leaving you, Rupert Peter Myrie," Tasha said, her heart thudding in her chest. He turned, locking his eyes with hers, but she didn't flinch. Rupert snorted softly, his footsteps slow and deliberate as he approached, each breath husky, each movement heavy until he stood just an inch away. "Tee, you must be really angry for you to be calling me by my full name." "Stick to the point," she said, turning her face from his intimidating gaze. "I want to end things with you." Her voice trembled, but she forced the words out. He closed the space between them. "You want to end things with me?" His voice dropped. "Who teaching you this 'strong woman' crap?" He wrapped his arms around her, gently rocking her and pulling her to his chest. "The only way I'll ever let you leave me... is in a body bag." ****** After escaping a toxic relationship and years of being controlled, Tasha Mackenzie finds herself under the protection of Joseph Grind, America's most feared Mafia boss. He’s cold-blooded. Untouchable. And hiding a secret darker than his empire: he's also the Alpha of the Stinging Vipers werewolf pack. As Tasha is pulled into his dangerous world, she learns the man protecting her has a fiancée he claims is just a business deal. But how can she trust a man feared by an entire country, let alone love him? Can Tasha survive the war between her heart and his secrets... or will loving a monster destroy her for good?

“I am in love with you, Silvia. I want us to start our love story together. I am sorry for everything I have done because I need you.” Ralph's words stunned Silvia. For Silvia, she was expecting a day like that. Ralph has always been a cruel boss to her. She had reached a contract with Ralph, solely because of her mother's health, enduring each day in a toxic space that seemed designed to break her spirit. Living with Ralph had always been hell…a nightmare. But it all changed when Ralph realized his love for Silvia. However, Ralph was already engaged to Silvia's friend, Rebecca. The impossible tangled webs of love and loyalty were about to unravel. What is going to happen from here?

He pinned me against the wall. "You are nothing but trash from my past", he said. "Just a used toy from the past" a loud sound resonated in his office. Coming to my senses I understood that the devil was slapped. By me. I looked at him with tears in my eyes, afraid of his reaction. But his face was completely blank; he was touching the cheek I had slapped. I opened my mouth to apologize but nothing came out. Instead a pair of soft lips were roughly placed on mine like it was punishing me. Being the ex-wife of a billionaire is not fun. Especially when he promises you the world and in the end leaves you with nothing but just a suitcase of clothes. Claire White is the former Claire Knight, billionaire Adam Knight's ex-wife. Their marriage as well as the divorce was the most gossiped about and favorite topic of everyone in New York. During their marriage the headlines were: New York's most eligible bachelor marries the poor waitress within a week. Is she pregnant? Or just a gold digger who couldn't wait to get her hands on Knight's large fortune? And after divorce: Adam Knight finally confirms divorce with Claire White and states, she was just a gold digger. Now after 5 years Adam Knight is in California, both of them meet, sparks fly. But Claire is not alone now. She has a 5 year old daughter with her who looks nothing like Adam. Now Adam is one hundred percent sure she is a cheater who played with his feelings and his money too. So now he is hell bent on making her pay in every possible way. But secrets are revealed in the most unexpected ways. Is she really a gold digger? Or a victim of circumstance?

I stretched lazily on the bed, much like a contented kitten, before opening my eyes. Hovering above me was a face that could have been sculpted by the gods—a handsome, well-defined face with sun-kissed golden eyes. My first groggy thought was that Cara had finally brought home a decent, well-groomed man for a change. But…. Why is he in my room? I abruptly shoved him away, ending the spell. "Get off your asshole!" With a scowl on my face, I got up quickly. “Was personal space not mentioned by Clara, huh?” I spoke in an irritated tone. “Clara?” He turned and casually picked up some papers from a nearby table, settling down with an annoying smile. “And who might that be, if I may ask?” He doesn’t even remember her? Asshole “Well, if you must know, Clara—” I started, but my words faltered as something shiny caught my eye. What is..? Then my memories began to flood back. —it’s a damn golden sofa. Shit. Brain Freeze. ~~~ Growing up as the oldest kid on a Chicago farm was no picnic for Mary Johnson. Her folks, good ol' Mr. and Mrs. Becky Johnson, were salt-of-the-earth types, who worked hard on their small farm not far from the gritty backstreets of Chicago. They taught Mary and her siblings the value of hard work, self-value. But as much as Mary loved her family, she dreamed big, but those dreams took a backseat when she needed to step up and help support her family. Then, out of the blue, fate threw her a curveball. A chance in the US came knocking, and Mary didn't hesitate. And then she crossed paths with the Blacks – New York’s high society, dripping with wealth and power, who offered her a deal she couldn’t refuse.

Pastry chef Isabelle Marie Campbell is fired from her job in a coffee shop following a report by a billionaire, leading to her struggle to save her late mother’s bakery with a deadline to vacate her space in a month. Fortunately, she lands a job as a personal chef to an old American-based, Italian billionaire. Her heart twists when she finds out that he is the grandfather of the cold-hearted, hot-tempered, and arrogant Alessandro Levon Moretti, an Italian billionaire heir based in New York City. He was also the same man responsible for losing her job. His grandfather’s health was fast deteriorating, and he needed a woman to marry fast or lose his inheritance. As Isabelle contemplates either quitting her dream job or enduring Alessandro’s unwelcoming presence, he walks up to her with a cold and arrogant expression. "Be my girlfriend for three months. We shall have a contract for it…"

Lily Constance Rivera, a billionaire woman moves to Russia to expand her company but that leads to earning herself an obsessed psycho killer who makes her life a living hell. Having no choice, she hires herself a grumpy and ignorant bodyguard, Xander Lev Morozov. Her bodyguard Xander Morozov was a devilishly handsome man with all the features to drive a woman crazy. ‘I wonder if he is a psycho himself’ is what Lily thinks as she finds him a bit too possessive for a mere bodyguard. ‘ Who knows who the stalker is? Can be anyone, your friend, your family, your employee or even me.’ Lily is left out of words, her mind blank as his words leave a deep impact on her. “You are the first one who has made me feel this way, zhemchug(Pearl)”, does Xander hate her or is he fascinated by her? Maybe the stalker has a role in Lily’s heart.See the thriller unfold and reveal mysterious. Find out how the two souls chase their destiny, will Lily survive in between this wicked game of stalking and possession? A novel by moondustwrites The book contains violence and mature themes, so proceed with caution.

Hugo: I am the undisputed king of the underworld. I rule the country and being the only manufacturer of quality weapons, I own every life. As the head, I get to choose first and then I can choose to throw the remains for everyone to have a bite. There is no one who can leave my claws, I can have whoever I want, be it a boy or a girl. No strings attached. My heart is woven in black. No time and space for any colors in my life. I can’t tolerate deceit and breaking trusts. Loyalty means everything to me. To me dishonesty is equivalent to death, that’s why I never trust anyone. I am happy being the emotionless person in this world until she came into my life as a payment and I was supposed to kill her after using her, only if I knew…. Caterina: I was living my life in a romantic fantasy. I had dream of a prince coming and taking me away to a far land. There came someone to take me away. But he wasn’t a prince. He was a ruthless king of underworld. I had heard about him in hushed whispers but I had never thought of meeting him face to face. I was nothing to him, nothing worthy. And I had accepted my fate but he took away from me the only thing I had vowed to keep for the one I would love. I hate him and he gets off my anger and hurt. He likes to flaunt himself with a new girl everyday and every night. It should not make me feel anything but hatred towards him. And I want to run away from this dark world. And I did succeed but at what cost….. .

'Gwen pushed him back, trying to create enough space between them. "I do not love you." Alexander smirked. "You do. You just don't know that you do." Gwen moved back. "Do you know the ways of my heart." "Yes, I do. And it tells the truth. You are only too stubborn to acknowledge it." He moved closer, pressing her against the wall. "When you decide to tell yourself the truth, I will be waiting." He kissed her forehead. "But don't make me wait long. I am not as patient as people think." This time he kissed her lips and staked off, leaving Gwen in a complete daze.' Marriage and a family is all life is to Gwen and she would see to it that she is not humiliated before then. A wife, and not a mistress is what she plans to be, but what can be done when the king of her country makes a proposal to put her by his side? Alexander is used to getting what he wants and getting his way, after all, he is King. But when he sets his eyes on the young and beautiful Guinevere who is just as stubborn as he is, will making her stay at the castle earn him her love, or will it be the beginning of his undoing? (Hating Her King is the sequel to Loving Her Duke and is also the second book of the British Blood Trilogy.)

For five years, Talia Stewart has poured everything into her marriage without a single complaint or regret. She raises their child, devotedly serves her in-laws, and gives her husband, Christian Lane, all the personal space he wants. But her selfless dedication is rewarded with betrayal when Christian starts keeping a mistress. He buys Nancy York cars, gives her an apartment, gets her a job, kisses and embraces her, and even carries her on his back. To win back her straying husband's heart, Talia decides to try for a second child—a boy this time. Initially, she thinks that if Christian is willing to have a second child with her, it means that he still recognizes her as his wife. But the truth is, Christian only wants Talia to bear his children because he fears Nancy might face risks from childbirth. Talia thinks that even if she loses Christian, she'll still have her daughter for company. But the daughter she raises with such care becomes someone else's precious little girl instead. Finally, Talia's heart breaks completely. She terminates the pregnancy and resolves to get a divorce. She wants nothing more to do with either her husband or her daughter. But during the mandatory waiting period before their divorce can be finalized, Christian, who refuses to come home, suddenly corners her in the living room. "Didn't we agree to have a second child?"