Novel & Cerita The Most Sought After Man Novel

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He can have everything he wants and take a girl whenever he pleases but this man is so well mannered and had never let his fortune distract him. They say that behind a successful man is a good woman, but people never saw Rio hang out with a lady beside Ahis Aunt Petra or Mathilda, owner of the Trifler, but all people around him knew that Mathilda is just a close friend of him. Leonard on the other hand likes girls so much and sleeps with a different one for as far as Rio could remember. …….

and this is the price I have to pay. I was sitting alone in a bar when the most handsome man walked inside. Striking blue eyes, cheekbones as sharp as glass, and a muscular body fit for a war. He was gorgeous. I couldn't take my eyes off him. When he bought me a drink, I didn't say no. I'd been unfulfilled for so long, and I wanted a real man for the night. My husband had his affairs so why couldn't I? I noticed the peculiar ring on his right hand, a diamond carved into a skull. If only I'd known what that meant, I would have known who this man was.

He caught up to me and asked, "Can I still visit Yvette in the future?" "I've said it before. If Yvette is willing to see you, I won't stand in her way." He nodded, murmuring, "That's good… That's good…" Then he walked away, dazed and lost in thought. I silently observed his figure as he walked away. Then I turned and walked firmly in the opposite direction. About a year later, I heard news of Harold and Susan through a friend. They had gotten married. But Harold was no longer the man he used to be. His assets were gone, and he was buried in debt.

‘No, papa, don't go… He has a dirty plan for me…’ I cry in my head. My heart is literally pounding. I want to beg him not to accept this client, if possible, seduce a million men to be his client, just not her. But I'm stuck. Stuck between wanting to be fucked and claimed and wrecked by this devil, curious to know the bad plans he has for me when he sneaks my papa away… And stuck between wanting to be faithful to Enzo Macini. It's clear that he wants me, can't resist what my sexy body does to his… and I like it here. The more I want to explore with the masked man, the more I drive Enzo Macini away.

He had never seen Calla look so shy and feminine. At that moment, Grayson even began to doubt himself. After all these years together, had he ever truly understood her? The man standing beside her wore a bespoke suit that accentuated his tall, muscular frame. The luxury watch on his wrist gleamed coldly. Grayson recognized the groom standing next to Calla. It was Emmett Harlow, the son of the wealthiest man in the city. This elite heir, who usually only appeared in financial news, was now standing beside Calla. They stood close together, an undeniable intimacy between them. Seeing them together hit him like a punch to the gut.

A smile crept onto my face as I adjusted my grip on the novel, its cover barely hiding the kind of story that made my heart race. A dark, depraved mafia romance. It had a male lead who didn’t ask permission so much as demand surrender. A man who played with consent the way a composer toyed with notes—artfully, deliberately, with the kind of confidence that made my skin prickle and my thighs press together. One that was over too soon. The kind of book I devoured in a fever and now I was in need of another. Most folks wouldn’t think of the local library as a treasure trove of scandalous reads, but I knew better. The librarians were in on the secret, intentionally filling the shelves with books

“You never tell me anything about yourself.” “Imagine my surprise when the new bride you refused to let me meet suddenly approached me, asking for a job.” He raised his shoulders. “Of course, I would employ her and take the opportunity to dig out everything I could about her,” he finished and slid me a regretful look. “I’m sorry for deceiving you, Eliza. I should have let you know from the start.” He winced and added, “I was just a tiny little bit nosy.” Tiny? I echoed in my head with a snort. Yeah, right. I think he meant to say he was extremely nosy.

He was thirty-two, powerful, and completely out of my league. The elevator dinged, and the doors glided open directly into his private penthouse. The apartment was massive, minimalist, and dark. The only illumination came from the massive floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the rainy city skyline. The floors were polished dark wood, and the air smelled like expensive cedarwood and rain. "Seraphina." The voice came from the shadows near the kitchen island.

But none of those men knew that beneath that submissive facade stood a desperate woman willing to do absolutely anything for the person she loved. The moment I stepped onto the glass runway, the crimson and purple lights blinded me. The club’s lounge was massive, nestled right in the heart of SoHo, Manhattan. SoHo was known for its upscale sophistication, but here, in the basement of this discreet building, sophistication bled into pure danger. I looked down, and a chill snaked straight down my spine. Dozens of wealthy men sat in luxurious leather armchairs. Every single one of them wore expensive masks that obscured their faces, shielding their identities as billionaires, politicians, and t