Timmy Turner Costume

In the heart of Manhattan's cutthroat corporate world, Amelia Reynolds is a young and ambitious secretary with dreams of success. When she becomes the personal assistant to the enigmatic billionaire CEO, Alexander Morgan, she believes that her life is about to change for the better. Little does she know that their connection will lead her down a treacherous path of deception and heartbreak. Proposing a contract marriage as a solution to their shared struggles, Amelia agrees, desperate for financial security. But as their relationship evolves, secrets unravel, and Amelia discovers that Alexander's intentions were far from noble. Betrayed and shattered, she vows to protect herself and seek justice by becoming a force to be reckoned with in the corporate world. Years pass, and Amelia, now a powerful businesswoman, crosses paths with Blake Turner, a successful entrepreneur seeking revenge against the same man who betrayed her. Together, they form an unlikely alliance, determined to bring Alexander down. As they navigate a dangerous web of manipulation and high-stakes business, their shared goal bonds them together in ways they never anticipated. But amidst their quest for retribution, Amelia and Blake discover that their connection runs deeper than a thirst for revenge. The lines between love and hate blur as they confront their past hurts and find the strength to forgive. With a second chance at happiness dangling within reach, will they allow their shared pain to define their future, or will they embrace the transformative power of redemption?

Felicia Turner did not expect to be that crazy to accept a deal with her big boss, even though she knew the rumours were spreading about how annoying and creepy the alpha Lionel Walton was—being the contract lover of the number one alpha? Money has made her forget reality! So, what's next for Felicia? Will her life be safe, or will Lionel and his admirers give Felicia a headache that will disturb the omega's pheromones?

When a ferocious storm tore through our town, Frank Turner risked his life to save me from being swept off our balcony's edge. Grateful, I finally said yes to his relentless marriage proposals. From then on, he treated me like royalty, fussing over every sniffle. To the world, he was the gold standard of devotion. But two years into our marriage, his warmth faded. When crippling stomach pain left me doubled over, he brushed it off, claiming work demanded his night. I went to find him, only to catch him in a steamed-up car with a girl, both stripped bare. My fairy-tale marriage shattered like glass. Turning around, I booked a flight and left the country. Frank tore the city apart looking for me, but it was too late.

Grace Turner was the picture of suburban perfection—devoted wife, PTA president, and quiet survivor of a loveless marriage. But when her husband’s financial collapse drags her family into ruin, she teams up with her two closest friends for one desperate, reckless act: robbing a neighborhood grocery store. What they didn’t know? The store is a front for a brutal crime syndicate. Now, with the gang’s blood money in their hands, the women are given two choices—work off the debt, or disappear. For Grace, survival means submission to their mysterious leader, Cain Russo—a man as dangerous as he is magnetic. Cold-blooded and commanding, Cain makes it clear: she belongs to him until the debt is paid. But lines blur when power games turn into obsession, and desire burns hotter than fear. As Grace is pulled deeper into Cain’s violent world—and his bed—she’ll have to decide what’s more dangerous: the gang that owns her… or the man who’s claimed her.

His fingers slid into my hair, tugging just enough to tilt my head back and expose my throat to him. “We shouldn’t be doing this, Mr. Turner,” I breathed, my voice breaking on a gasp as he found a sensitive spot just beneath my ear and sucked lightly. His growl was low and primal, vibrating through my skin as he pressed his body against mine. I felt every hard line of him, his heat bleeding through my clothes. “Why not?” he murmured, his voice rough with restrained need. I swallowed hard. “You’re… you’re my ex-fiancé’s father.” He paused. For a moment, everything stilled… his breath against my throat, the air between us, even the rain outside seemed to hesitate. Then he lifted his head, and our eyes locked. His were a stormy blue, intense and unwavering. “No one has to know, Catherine,” he said quietly, his voice was like a dark promise wrapped in silk. Then he leaned in with his lips brushing the shell of my ear. “I can be your dirty secret.” A shiver ripped down my spine. His words settled deep in my gut, awakening something dangerous. I bit my lip. Every cell in my body screamed for me to walk away but I didn’t. Instead, I gripped the front of his shirt, pulled him down, and kissed him hard. Desperately. He rumbled low in his chest, kissing me back with equal hunger, his hands roaming my body like he already knew every curve. When he finally broke the kiss, I was breathless. Then he dropped to his knees between my legs, with his eyes darker now. “I’m going to show you the world,” he said. “If you’d let me.”

Ahana has everything. A fine boyfriend, a good job,a helpful community and a normal work environment. But Aput her boyfriend, wants to relocate and Ahana even if she's not keen on it will have to take a stance soon because she neither has time nor is a conventional head turner Ahana, wanting to take no chance, sits for a scholarship exam and aces it. She will be relocating too. She will be with her boyfriend, have a good education and will have everything in control. Or so she thought. The new country isn't giving soft landing even while she thought she had all grounds covered and she's thrown into survival mode. Then she meets Chris, a father and her boss who will do anything to protect his daughter. They tolerate each other and finally let their guards down but Chris has a secret that will reopen old wounds. Now Ahana will have to choose to run back to familiar grounds even if it's painful or take a terrifying step and choose something new, something real and might even last.

Josh Xavier Turner, tak akan pernah membiarkan dirinya disakiti perempuan mana pun. Ia ingin dicinta, namun tak balas mencinta. Ava Abigail, perempuan biasa yang berhasil memporak-porandakan hati Xavier. Akankah cinta itu berbalas?

Le jour de mon mariage, tout aurait dû être parfait. Je devais avancer vers l’autel, sourire, les yeux pleins d’amour pour Adrian, l’homme qui m’a sauvée, celui qui m’a fait croire en un avenir meilleur. Mais quand mon regard s’est perdu parmi les invités, mon cœur s’est arrêté. Là, assis au premier rang, un homme que je n’avais jamais pensé revoir. Un homme dont le regard m’a traversée comme une lame. Un homme que je connaissais trop bien… **Mon ancien client.** Celui avec qui j’avais passé cette nuit, des années plus tôt. Et aujourd’hui, il était là, devant moi, portant un costume élégant, une expression impassible… Parce qu’il était le père d’Adrian. Mon futur beau-père. Comment était-ce possible ? Que devais-je faire ? Tout avouer ? Faire semblant de ne pas le reconnaître ? Et surtout… que se passerait-il si Adrian découvrait la vérité ? Mon mariage venait-il de s’effondrer avant même d’avoir commencé ?

Lors du banquet de noces, Clément Duchamp est arrivé en retard, vêtu du costume du témoin, tenant son premier amour par le bras, tandis qu'il avait jeté avec désinvolture le costume du marié sur le canapé. « Clément, ce n'est pas notre mariage aujourd'hui… » « Jade Bernard ! » Clément m'a interrompue sèchement, les yeux pleins de menace. « Tu sais ce que tu peux dire ou non. Sois digne, ne me pousse pas à te détester. » J'ai esquissé un rire amer. L'ex de Clément avait perdu la mémoire, tout le monde jouait avec elle à un jeu de souvenirs retrouvés, alors personne ne devait la heurter. Pour m'apaiser, Clément m'a prise dans ses bras et m'a murmuré à l'oreille : « Jade, tu peux me comprendre, n'est-ce pas ? » J'ai hoché la tête pour lui montrer que je comprenais, puis je me suis tournée pour prendre la main du vrai témoin et entrer avec lui dans le sanctuaire du mariage. Plus tard, alors que je faisais des achats enceinte au centre commercial, il m'a arrêtée, les yeux pleins de larmes : « Jade, on jouait un rôle, non ? Comment as-tu pu tomber enceinte ? »

J'ai patienté trois heures à la fête d'anniversaire de mon petit ami, Roméo Bossuet. Celui qui devait être le héros du jour dans son costume élégant a été appelé à l'hôpital par son premier amour, Gisèle Favre. Prétextant une entorse à la cheville pour susciter la sympathie, cette femme a même filmé une vidéo d'un baiser avec Roméo. Pris par l'émotion, Roméo, soi-disant invalide des jambes, s'est levé pour la plaquer contre la porte. « Roméo, pourquoi tu dis pas à Nina que tes jambes sont guéries ? » La voix de Roméo était pâteuse : « Si elle l'apprenait, elle insisterait pour que je l'épouse. Mais qu'est-elle pour moi ? Juste une bonne gratuite ! Elle est pas digne de devenir ma femme. » Ils s'embrassaient passionnément. Gisèle, vêtue d'une robe de mariée que j'avais conçue de mes propres mains, regardait la caméra avec provocation. La vidéo s'est arrêtée sur le son de leurs baisers fougueux. À ce moment-là, j'ai compris que Roméo m'avait toujours menti… J'ai jeté le gâteau que j'avais préparé pour lui à la poubelle, puis ai pris mon téléphone pour envoyer un message à ma mère : « Maman, j'irai au rendez-vous arrangé, je te promets. »