Spencer Reid Apartment

My girlfriend, Elsa Smith, always avoided meeting my parents. Yet, she had no trouble turning around and playing the role of her ex-boyfriend Leo Quinn’s fiancée, happily meeting his relatives instead. And the meeting took place in the apartment I had prepared for us to live in after the wedding. What she did not realize was that I happened to be Leo’s distant cousin. She pretended not to know me and clung sweetly to Leo, saying, "This apartment was bought by my hubby, fully paid for." All the relatives were praising them as a loving couple. To keep me from exposing her, Elsa came over to warn me, "I’m just helping a friend deal with marriage pressure. If you mess this up, we’re done." So, I sincerely offered my congratulations. "Since Leo and I seem to have the same taste in houses and women, I’ve got some wedding supplies that I’m sure he’ll like. I’ll gift them to you both." That was when Elsa finally started to panic.

Monica Banks had it all—beauty, fame, and a rising career as one of the industry's top lingerie models. Her distinctive curves and magnetic presence made her a favorite on every runway and billboard. But at the peak of her success, she gave it all up. Not for herself, but for her father—agreeing to marry Liam McKenzie, a cold and calculating business tycoon, in exchange for a crucial deal that would save her family’s company. The McKenzie family loathed her profession. To them, modeling lingerie was shameful. They gave her a choice: her career or the marriage. Monica chose Liam, foolishly hoping her sacrifice would earn his love. She terminated her contract—despite her agency’s desperate pleas—and stepped away from everything she had built. For three long years, she played the role of the perfect wife and obedient daughter-in-law. And when Liam finally touched her like a husband should, she believed—naively—that she had finally won a place in his heart. That illusion shattered when she returned home early and found him in their bed with another woman. Her sister. Brie Banks. Liam didn’t deny it. He didn’t even apologize. Instead, he coldly revealed that their marriage was nothing more than a favor to his mother. Broken. Betrayed. Humiliated. But Monica had enough . When Spencer McKenzie—Liam’s estranged half-brother, the black sheep of the family blamed for a fire that killed their grandfather—returned to the country, he made her an offer. One that promised revenge. A scandalous one, She accepted. --- “Are you insane, Spencer? You’re stirring up a scandal with my wife!” Liam’s voice thundered through the room, his eyes blazing. His lips twitch"No you stay away from her, she's mine now."

I didn't just break the rules; I unraveled them. One rain-slicked night in Edinburgh, I fell into the arms of a stranger who tasted like rain and dangerous secrets. No names, no strings—just a kiss that should have stayed in the shadows. Then Monday morning happened. ​The man from the alley? He isn’t a mystery anymore. He’s Professor Alistair Reid, and he's the only thing standing between me and my engineering degree. He says we have to be strangers. He says there are boundaries. But every time our hands brush over a silk sample in the lab, I know he’s lying. ​In the world of high-stakes textiles, the strongest threads are the ones that are hidden. But when obsession starts to fray the edges of our lives, who’s going to be the one to let go first?

‘She was MINE before. How could I have known she would find another man so quickly?’Dresden Wade was pretty sure the goddess was punishing him. Married for half a decade to his childhood sweetheart without a child, he is desperate for a chance to fight his wrongs when he sees her again.His TRUE mate. The woman he scorned and humiliated all those years ago.Except that now, she is standing holding hands with another Alpha.Mara Reid wants nothing to do with the surly, arrogant Alpha that used to be her mate. He had made the earlier parts of her adulthood traumatic to say the least.So why did meeting him again feel like coming home? Why did her traitorous heart skip whenever he called her name?

After failing the task of winning Spencer Greene’s affection, I was bound to the Perfect Partner System and became his perfect wife. When rumors spread about him and Zoey Xander, I stepped up to clear his name. When Zoey accused me, he let it slide, and I took the blame and apologized. Even when he got Zoey pregnant, I stayed quiet. I calmly handed him the divorce papers and gave Zoey the title of Mrs. Greene. But he was not pleased. He pinned me down on the bed with eyes full of anger. “Zara, I only wanted you to behave! I never wanted you to push me away. “Are you blaming me now?” I froze and stared at him in shock. “Isn’t this what you wanted?”

BLURB: Judge Elias Reid Perez Salviejo; virgin wrecker, innocent hooker. Walang humihindi sa kaniya. He could easily capture every woman's heart regardless of their age because of his cool personality. Pero wala siyang sineseryoso. Para sa kaniya, tama na ang isang gabing puno ng aliw at pantasya. Vhanessa Anne Dizon; old maid at palaging kinakantyawang malapit na sa expiration. Ang masaklap pa, isa siya sa mga babaeng tinaguriang NBSB, o no boyfriend since birth. Hindi sa takot siyang magmahal, ayaw niya lang na maiwan sa bandang huli. Ngunit, nang pagkatuwaan si Vhanessa ng dalawang kaibigan, hindi niya akalaing mahuhulog siya sa kamay ni Elias. Ang lalaking ni sa hinagap ay hindi niya pingarap.

Nathaniel Reid had always despised being bound by our engagement. To spite me, he recklessly raced cars and caused trouble, indulging in all sorts of reckless behavior. And every time, I cleaned up his mess. Then, a girl named Joanna Smith appeared in his life. On the night of my birthday banquet, he scoured the entire city for a simple breakfast wrap for her and never even bothered to show up. I had already prepared for this moment. That night, I approached my family and asked to change the engagement. "It didn’t have to be Nathaniel." I thought of the distant, composed man from my dreams—the one who had always hidden his quiet, unwavering love for me. A smile flickered across my lips as I said softly, "Didn’t he still have an uncle?"

Travis Spencer was an Alpha, who accidentally slept with a woman, in heat! He hated women and kids the most but soon after a baby was sent to his house, claiming that he was the father. He didn’t want to believe it at first but in the end, he had to admit it. Sylvia Campbell was a poor girl, who had a one-night stand with a beastly man, who left her pregnant and now she had a son. To survive, she became the nanny of Travis’s daughter. But one day, When Travis had to take over his pack, he had to marry someone. And other than Sylvia, he had no woman in his eyes From here on, their contractual life began, but the secret of their past lives made them hate each other to the bones where they never want to see each other ever again.

Word on the street in the city of Hereshire was that Roy Chester had a penchant for eighteen-year-old girls. Yet, Willow Croyton was twenty-one when they started dating, and she stuck by him for nearly three years. She was a well-known simp to Roy, her only merit being her docility and good behavior. Later, when Willow left, Roy was spotted multiple times near her apartment block, his eyes teary. 

Emma Blanton twists her ankle, and my fiance, Matthew Harrison, insists on becoming her personal chauffeur. When I voice my disapproval, he makes an even more outrageous decision. He moves Emma into my apartment at Bellemont District—the apartment I bought with my own money. He argues like he's the victim, "You're being selfish. She's injured, and living alone is too dangerous for her right now. I'm just being a decent human being. "And that place is sitting empty anyway. Having someone there helps with security." On the morning we were supposed to get our marriage certificate, he doesn't show up. I call, expecting apologies. Instead, I hear, "Emma had a fever this morning—101 Fahrenheit. I had to take her to urgent care. We can postpone getting the marriage certificate. Her health can't wait." To hell with postponing! I grab my phone and call David Rockefeller. "Do you want to marry me? Then get to City Hall. I'm serious—right now."