The Predator Fiancée

My fiance's precious childhood crush, Amber Sweeney, was in a political union with the infamous Julian Grant, heir to the Grant family empire and a notorious playboy. Unable to stand the thought of Amber being "sacrificed", Ryan Carter barged into her wedding to stop it. They registered their marriage that day, making headlines across the city. The whole of D.C.'s elite waited to watch me and the Grant family become the city's biggest joke. What they didn't expect was that on the very next day, Julian would roll up to my company in his high-key sports car, leaning against the hood like he had all the time in the world. "Your fiance stole my bride. You'll be repaying that debt by marrying me. Fair trade, right?" I stared at his blazing red hair and wild grin, and smiled back coolly. "Sounds fair to me."

I've spent a huge sum of money on a custom-fitted gown just so I can go on a date with my fiance, Vincenzo Rossi, on New Year's Eve. He's also known as the rising star of the mafia underworld. But Vincenzo sounds very impatient on the other end of the line. "Can you stop being so clingy, Grazia? I have an important business gathering to get to on New Year's Eve!" His younger sister, Valentina Rossi, adds, "My brother's doing this for the sake of your shared future, Grazia. Stop causing trouble for him, okay?" I end the call, feeling disappointed. After that, I console myself, saying that Vincenzo is working very hard for the sake of our future. But that illusion only lasts till the moment my friend sends a video clip to me. Vincenzo can be seen hugging a gorgeous woman in the clubhouse. They are in the middle of making out with each other. Valentina, on the other hand, leads her friends on as they cheer for the couple. It turns out that Vincenzo's "important business" is to spend the night with another woman. I drain my glass of the strong alcohol. Scorching pain flares from my stomach immediately. Since Vincenzo can find himself a woman to toy with, then why can't I do the same? I swipe a finger across my phone and dial the number of the rival family's Don. "I want you to order the two most good-looking male escorts for me right now."

BOOK TWO OF THE CARTER BROTHERS SERIES “I want to get married to you Claire, just for a few years and we would go our separate ways.” Nathaniel Carter proposed before swiping through his documents like it was a casual thing. “What!!!!! Are.. are you joking sir?” Claire asked hoping her boss was joking but his serious expression was saying otherwise. _________ Nathaniel Carter, the oldest of the carter brothers is wife hunting after his brother got married and his grandfather is threatening to disinherit him. He has put in too much hard work to let the company go away to any of his stepbrothers. He had an idea, a messy one at that. His secretary Claire was the kind of woman that would steal the heart of his grandfather and stepmother and he would play that card till they got off his back for being too lonely. Claire Wordsworth had so many views about her boss but nothing compared to the crazy look on his face when he proposed to get into an arranged marriage with him. She thought he was kidding but the firm set off his jaw told her otherwise. Life could really change in a matter of seconds. She had too many to gain and of course, it would give her career a good boost if she was married to the great Nathaniel Carter. Maybe getting into this marriage would really be a good decision or her nemesis.

Veronica Langford never expected her summer before college to become this complicated. After years of living under her overprotective father's roof, she moves in with her mother to spend the summer with her before she leaves for college. Veronica starts anonymously sexting a stranger she meets online, allowing herself to explore forbidden desires—never expecting that the stranger would turn out to be Joshua Wolfe, her mother’s dangerously sexy fiancé

When Layla Beth returns from London for her sister’s wedding, she expects chaos—just not this kind. Her sister Yuri met Xavier Russell only six months ago, and now, on the wedding day, Yuri vanishes—leaving Xavier abandoned at the altar and their families in scandal. To protect their reputation, Layla’s mother forces her into Yuri’s place. In one night, Layla goes from the guest to the bride. Now married to her sister’s fiancé, Layla is trapped in a storm of secrets, betrayal, and forbidden desire. Xavier is cold, controlled, impossible to read—but the spark between them burns too hot to ignore. And as Layla falls deeper into Xavier’s dangerous world, she begins to wonder: did Yuri really run away… or was this twisted fate always meant for her?

My name is Ivanka Marie Harris. I am the black sheep of my family. I have had enough of their mistreatment of me for no reason. I am tired of begging for love and answers. I am fed up and I am not taking it anymore. I am tired of my sister and cousin trying to steal my identity and my life as well as use me to be their scapegoat. I just to get away from my toxic family before they cost me my freedom and my sanity. I have been lucky so far, but I know it won't last forever.

My fiancé was drugged at a party and spent the night tangled up with Isabelle Parson, the housekeeper's daughter. Afterward, Isabelle turned up pregnant, and Adrian tore up our engagement right there at our engagement party. "Leah, Isabelle is carrying my child. I have to marry her. I know you still love me. After I marry Isabelle, you can keep being my lover." I agreed to break off the engagement on the spot, then turned around and married Gordon—the man I'd once refused in a family alliance. At my wedding, Adrian stood before the guests and mocked me with an icy smile. "So this is what you've sunk to without me—marrying a pauper on the verge of bankruptcy. I'm the richest man in Jeffolton City. All you have to do is beg, and I'll let you come back to me." I looked at him with a thin, distant smile. He still didn't know—whoever I marry would become the richest man in Jeffolton City.

Lors d'un dîner de famille, ma mère m'a tendu des photos d'hommes et m'a demandé avec lequel je souhaitais contracter un mariage arrangé. Dans ma vie actuelle, au lieu de choisir la photo de Benoit, j'ai sorti une autre de mon sac. Sur cette photo figurait Charlie Gautier, l'oncle de Benoit, mais surtout, le véritable chef de famille Gautier. Ma mère a été stupéfaite. Après tout, j'étais amoureuse de Benoit pendant de nombreuses années. Pourtant, elle ignorait que dans ma vie antérieure, j'avais épousé Benoit et il rentrait rare à la maison. Je pensais qu'il avait un emploi du temps chargé et je m'étais toujours reprochée pour son indifférence. Le jour de notre vingtième anniversaire de mariage, par accident, j'avais brisé la boîte qu'il gardait précieusement sous clé depuis des années. J'avais alors découvert que la femme qu'il aimait depuis toujours était ma sœur. S'il rentrait rare à la maison, c'était simplement parce qu'il ne voulait pas me voir. Mais lors de mon mariage, voyant que Charlie et moi avons échangé les alliances, Benoit a perdu complètement la raison.

Sarah Mitchel looked on forlornly, waiting for people to walk in. It was supposed to be the happiest day of her sister's life but everything turned upside down when the groom, Liam Cooper showed up and grabbed Sarah instead. Things unraveled from there on with a sudden change in Liam's behavior that had to do with the disappearance of a girl named Maggie. Both families were thrown into chaos and it seems that the only thing that can resolve it is if Emily confesses to her involvement in Maggie's death. But as the story evolves, there's a question on everyone's minds..... Is Sarah who she claims to be? Because there's a shady secret in her past she's refused to divulge...

One reckless night, I woke up in the bed of Ethan Van Horn — my sister’s ruthless billionaire fiancé. Now I’m pregnant with his child, and our powerful families have only one solution: force us to marry. He despises me for destroying his future. I hate him for treating me like the thief who stole what was never mine. Trapped in his luxurious penthouse, every cold glance turns into burning tension and every sharp word into forbidden desire. But the real danger isn’t the man I’m forced to call husband. It’s my sister — who will stop at nothing to take back the life and the man she believes are still hers.