Star Journey

Smut Alert: This book contains steamy, explicit scenes, filthy rich men, and one heroine caught between them all. Proceed if you like it hot. He was the golden boy who broke her, denied her, and humiliated her, and she left for LA, carrying the one secret that could ruin him. Now she’s back in NewYork, hotter, richer, and ready to make him pay. But she never planned on his brothers. One wants to protect her, one wants to corrupt her, and one wants to own her. They’re dangerous, filthy rich, and completely off-limits… but when all three set their sights on her, revenge turns into something else. And the closer she gets to destroying them, the more she wants to let them pin her to the wall and fuck her senseless.

Kier a strict and possessive half brother of Kirsten. They grew up thinking they were siblings. Since the moment Kier saw Kirsten for the very first time, he was immediately impressed by her beauty. They grew up together and became close to each other. The admiration he felt for his sister gradually deepened as time passed until he saw himself falling deeply in love with her. He became more possessive and territorial causing Kirsten to distance herself from him and made her hate him so much. So, when Kier found out that they weren't blood related and that they weren't real sibling he was very happy but it made Kirsten hated him more because Kirsten felt she lost the only family she had. Kier broke her heart by telling her the truth. She ran away and hid herself from him but even how far she would go and how many times she run away, Kier always found her and brought her back to their home but the last time she ran away and was caught by him again, he took her to a far away place instead to their home. Kier took her to a huge house just like a mansion. Will Kier be able to tame Kirsten's heart full of hatred towards him?

Aviena Carrinuevo, a famous celebrity. A star that always shines through the darkest night. The star that everyone likes but what happens when the star started to dim? When her career started to turn upside down because of one scandal, her sister slash manager made her marry the hot billionaire that has the power to control the industry she’s in.

Eight years after I married that award-winning actor, he publicly declared he was dating the top starlet, Celine James. He even posted a picture of the two of them celebrating their adopted “baby’s” birthday. I did not call him to interrogate him as usual. Instead, he hurriedly explained, “It’s just a pet we adopted. As its ‘dad’, I have to be there for its birthday.” I said calmly, “Rather than adopting a furbaby, why don’t we get a divorce? Then you can have an actual baby with her.”

Three days after my death, Dominic Sharp receives a phone call asking him to identify my body. He has an arm wrapped around a woman's waist as he says indifferently, "I couldn't care less if she's dead. Call me once she's been cremated." My body is sent to the crematorium. After putting the ashes into an urn, an employee calls Dominic again. He clucks his tongue impatiently. "Alright, alright. I'll be there soon."

Three years after Vivian and I married into the Domingo family, our husbands' childhood crush Niama Guido came back to the town. Vivian and I had a whole escape plan. But the night before we bailed, Vivian threw herself off a high-rise. I called her husband, Pedro Domingo. He laughed, his tone nasty and cold. "Reena, my brother asked, since she jumped today, are you going to drown yourself tomorrow?"

Days before Christmas, my girlfriend, Tessa Coleman, decides to take her assistant to the beach for the holiday. I don't argue or make a scene. I even help her pack her bags. But she sneers at me, mocking me for finally learning how to be sensible now that my legs are useless. As soon as she leaves, I reach out to her sworn enemy. In my last life, when I tried to stop her with my crippled legs, her assistant ended up brutally murdered at the beach. Tessa had acted like nothing had happened, but once I recovered, she hacked off my legs and killed me mercilessly. That was when I finally realized that she had hated me all along. This time around, I'll make sure she loses everything.

My son has a high fever, so I call my husband. However, he thinks I'm using our child to get his attention. Then, he takes his true love's son to the hospital when he's only scratched his finger. I look at my son, whose face is pale. I ask, "Do you want another father?" He nods. "Yeah. Dad doesn't like me, so I don't want to like him anymore." Later, I find him another father. That's when my husband objects.

Three days before my wedding, my younger sister staged a scene—one where I supposedly abandoned her in the mountains. She claimed I locked her in a cabin, left her to be nearly assaulted, and that she barely escaped with her life. Furious, my fiancé dragged me up the mountain and locked me in that same cabin. He said, "Wendy, a woman as vicious as you won't learn her lesson without punishment. I already told you I'd marry you. Why go after Chloe? Since you're so desperate to climb your way up, you can stay here until the wedding day." I begged him, over and over, but my scorched throat could only force out hoarse, grating sounds. Three days later, Mickey O'Brien stood at the altar in his suit, waiting for me. What he got instead was my remains.

When I was ten, Jonathan Cooper saved me and told me he would protect me for life. When I was 15, I met William Reed. He also told me he would protect me forever. Yet, the year I turned 23, the two men who swore to always keep me safe threw me into the ocean for the sake of their true love.