Novel & Cerita The Most Sought After Man Novel

He isn't a weak man who can be easily tamed. She's not here to tame him though but to get what belongs to Ethan. Carrle's necklace. Ethan might look happy on the outside but she knows he feels incomplete without the necklace. And he was always constantly thinking about it. ~if there's anything i wish for most,it's to get back Carrle's necklace~ He had said to her. And with all he had done for her and her family, helping him get back the necklace he so much cherished shouldn't be too much.

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. …….

Never. It was no secret that Lord Stephen Carlson was the most sought after bachelor in London society. Her good fortune was pointed out to her by more than one person on many an occasion. If they knew about his drinking problem would they think so highly of him? Had it really been good fortune? Remembering Stephen’s drunken assault on her tender and innocent flesh just the night before, and hearing his aggressive manner just now gave Elizabeth cause to wonder just how fortunate she really was to have married the most sought after bachelor in London society.

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.

Jaxson. The man I thought I would never see again.

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