Trolley Room Attendant

Once a powerful heir, admired for his wealth, charm, and success, he had everything anyone could dream of until a tragic car accident changed everything. Now, confined to a wheelchair, he’s no longer the man people once adored. Instead, he’s a target for mockery, a fallen CEO who is left in the shadows, abandoned by those who once worshipped him. She, the neglected daughter of her family, has spent her life in the shadows, overshadowed by her perfect sister. Her family’s indifference fuels her determination to escape, and a chance contract marriage becomes her way out. Neither family cares about their opinion; this marriage is simply a means to an end. In a dimly lit room, the disabled CEO glares at her, "What do you want from me, woman?" She crouches beside him, her gaze focused on his injured legs. "Do you know your legs can be healed?" Unbeknownst to him, she is not just his wife, she is his redemption. With her help, his body heals, his confidence returns, and his rise to power begins anew. As the world watches in disbelief, the disabled CEO becomes the man they thought they had lost forever. Women once again chase after him, but there’s one thing they don’t know he is already devoted to his wife, the woman who stood by him through it all. "Sweetheart, meeting you was my greatest fortune," he whispers, gazing at her with love and gratitude.

Amelia had never expected to have such a tragic life. In the second year of her marriage, she was drugged to vegetable status. She could not move, speak, eat, or go to the bathroom on her own, but could hear and feel and see how her husband betrayed and humiliated her. In the big, fancy wedding room of her and her husband, Amelia was placed in a cold wheelchair with a thin blanket covering her legs. In front of her was an extravagant canopy bed which was picked up by her mother as the dowry. But now there lay another woman, laughing and tangling with her own husband, Ian.

"The cold-hearted CEO who scares everyone is afraid of losing me?" Grace uttered, her gaze lingering on Evelyn's lips. "Yes, I'm. You don't need to continue your job, you can join my company, Grace." Evelyn cupped her cheeks, slowly taking her lips into a sensual and passionate kiss, pouring all her feelings and love into that kiss. Grace shortly responded to her kiss. "Pearl... That's what they... call me," she moaned loudly when Evelyn unfastened the hook of her bra and caressed her breasts while showering hot kisses all over her shoulders and breasts. "You're my Grace, only mine," Evelyn said between the kisses and pulled that little black panty off her body which was hardly covering her ass. Grace couldn't protest the desires and gave in. The tiny pieces of clothes were the costume of Grace, she was a hot and sexy pole dancer who was famous as 'Pearl'. The way she moved around the pole so skillfully, always made Evelyn feel wet and hot. Until this night, she never dared to come to Grace's room but tonight she was drunk and she wanted nothing but Grace. Maybe after one night with this pole dancer, she would be able to pull her off her mind. It was just a one-night stand for Evelyn but what will happen when she'll offer a job to Grace to become her private dancer?

“Beg me to lick you, malysh.” There was no way in hell I’d beg him. But that was until his finger slid into my pussy, stretching me at a deliciously slow curl. “Please.” I whimpered, trembling. “Say it like you mean it, baby.” “Lick me, please,” I panted. It was hard not to with the way his finger was curling inside me, hitting my g-spot repeatedly. °•°•°• Do you crave men who dominate every room they walk into? Men who won’t hesitate to destroy anyone who dares threaten what’s theirs? Men as lethal as they are possessive, yet drop to their knees for the one woman who sets their cold hearts on fire? Meet the Kings of the Bratva—ruthless, dangerous, and utterly unstoppable. From brutal assassins to stolen brides, these stories will drag you into a world of forbidden love, raw passion, and unrelenting danger. Arranged marriages, deadly betrayals, and second chances that will shatter your soul—these men live by their own rules, and their women? They’re the ones bold enough to break them. Love isn’t soft here—it’s a war, a fire that consumes everything in its path. These men will fight, kill, and burn for the ones they claim. The Kings of the Bratva don’t just promise passion—they deliver obsession. Are you ready to meet them?

Margarette "Maggie" Sandoval, at the age of 25 and as the breadwinner of the family, she already put a name in the fashion industry. Everyone praised her for her impressive designs and also how successful she is in her career. She is closed to a perfect type of woman. Now that she gave her family a better life that they deserve, she wishes to settle down for good and get married. So when her long-time boyfriend proposed to her, she didn't hesitate to say yes. But her world turned upside-down when she woke up in a different room beside a hot guy —Trevor Dickinson, and learned that she accidentally married him. Things get worst when it turns out that he was her fiancé's older brother.

Serena hesitated for a moment before asking the question that had been weighing heavily on her mind. "What if I'm pregnant? Would you still proceed with the divorce?" The silence in the room was thick and palpable, and her heart began to race as she waited for Rick's response. She looked at him expectantly, hoping against hope that he might have a change of heart. However, Rick's face remained cold and expressionless as he spoke. "I love Gina and I'm committed to building a life with her. I'll do whatever it takes to remove any obstacles from our path, even if that means getting rid of the child in your womb, assuming there is one." The words hit Serena like a ton of bricks, leaving her feeling hurt, angry, and scared all at once. She couldn't believe that Rick was willing to go to such lengths just to be with his ex again. Serena was once a subservient daughter-in-law, but she never complained. All she craved was her husband's affection, which she thought she had. However, she never realized that her husband was merely using her for his benefit. Rick initiated the divorce. Fuelled by rage and agony, Serena discards her submissive facade and returns to her family. She vows revenge on Rick for the pain he caused her.

Eros is his name which was derived from the Greek god of love that was also known as "The Cupid". However, his name is a total opposite of him. He hates romance and all kinds of stuff which relates to passionate and intimate love. Other than that, he's also an aspiring mystery/thriller writer who is dreaming to be a famous and successful author someday. But his path to achieve his dream became mysterious, much thrilling and unexpectedly romantic when the cupid which turn out as a ghost named Shawna suddenly appeared in his room and force him to write a romance story for her.

I heard a small "come in" from the other end. Grabbing the knob, I twist it before pushing the door open. My eyes widened as I saw the scene unfold in front of me. Xavier stood there in the room along with a woman whose brown hair ruffled all over the place. Her blood-red lipstick was smudged. She was dressed in a revealing top. Her breast almost spilling out of her dress and extra tight and small skirt as if she'd just come from some club, her arms crossed and her features amused. She looked strangely familiar for some reason, and it took me a while to identify her, but I did. She was the same woman I had bumped into on the market. My eyes swiftly turned to Xavier. He was dressed in a suit identical to the one Xavier wore with the top few buttons open. What caught my eyes the most was the lipstick stain on his neck identical to the one the woman had on. My heart slumped in deep dejection. It wasn't any science- rocket to know what had occurred here before my arrival.

I was supposed to marry Marco DeLuca, the man of my dreams, in just three days. He was the mafia don of the South—dangerous, ruthless, the kind of man everyone warned you about. And I came from the Moretti family, just as powerful, a dominant force in the North. But just when I thought I had it all, fate had other plans. What was supposed to be a simple drug deal negotiation—one Marco had asked me to cover—quickly spiraled into a gunfight. In the chaos, a bullet tore through my chest. Marco made sure everyone in that room paid for my accident, but no matter what he did, it didn’t change the fact that I was lying here, wondering if my life would ever be the same. And it only got worse. In the haze between consciousness and dreams, I overheard Marco speaking with his family doctor. “After removing the bullet from Miss Moretti’s chest, we found fragments near her heart,” Dr. Levois said. “She may need another surgery.” “There’s no need for another surgery. As long as she can breathe, I’ll take care of her for the rest of her life. But if you treat her now, she’ll wake up and ruin everything I’ve planned.” Marco’s words hit me hard. “And I promised Camilla I would bring our daughter, Violetta, into the family,” he continued. “It’s better this way. Gianna won’t be a threat to her then.” So the wedding I’d longed for, the love I once believed in, was nothing but a cruel illusion. What Marco wanted, what I thought was mine, had twisted into my worst nightmare. If this was what Marco truly wanted… so be it. It wasn’t like I cared anymore.

Being locked in an enormous room filled with hundreds of books for the last fifeen years, Seolurrie yearned for the beautiful outside world that she have read so many times in so many books. *** The world shook do hard that it made a whole portion of Seolurrie's room crumble, she was knocked unconscious and when she woke up she saw the dark sky filled with million stars. For a minute she couldn't hear anything and then earsplitting sounds made her ears ring. Loud screams, screeches, explosions, metallic things crashing. Seolurrie went out from the crumbled wall thinking that her wish has been granted. 'I can finally go outside.' Only to fall on her knees from what she saw.