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I hated him for being so good at playing me. At making my body crave his touch. At making me forget everything else and focus only on him. I hated that even though I was mad at him, I couldn't resist him. But I wanted to prove so badly that he didn't have me wrapped around his little finger so I spat, "Eric, stop!" Eric looked at me briefly and then pulled his hand out of my slit. He unbuckled his belt and let it hang loosely in his belt loops. Still holding my gaze with his, he unzipped his pants and brought out his cock. I shuddered and swallowed. "Say that again," he gruffed. . In an attempt to forget about her cheating boyfriend, Sapphire not only gets wasted in a nightclub but also takes part in a truth or dare game with her friends and she's dared to make out with any random guy present. She goes through with the dare – only that her pick is not just any random guy. Eric is the drop-dead hot grandson of a family of generational billionaires and also the new CEO of the company where Sapphire works at. After a heated argument between him and his mother over his refusal to get married, he goes to a nightclub to drown away his frustration. There he meets Sapphire, the perfect distraction. Their encounter leads to a mind-blowing one-night stand. And Eric is forced to enter into a one-year contract marriage with her afterwards. What starts out as a mere agreement becomes fueled by raw attraction and love for each other. But Sapphire’s new villainous mother-in-law, Eric’s philandering nature, a dark secret of the Donovans and the universe itself will threaten to break the two apart in more ways than one.

Title: Fallen Angel: The Rise of a New Legacy Emilia's life was forever shattered when Marcus Blackwood, a ruthless billionaire, destroyed her family and left her for dead. Consumed by vengeance, Emilia dedicates herself to dismantling the Blackwood empire, no matter the cost. But what happens when she loses her memory ,years of careful planning wasted in a single day. Emilia saves Marcus's life, earning his gratitude and a betrothal to his son, Luca. But what happens when she falls in love with the son of her arch enemy without knowing it. Being in an abusive marriage, Emilia's love for Lucas was unconditional and she became a prisoner of her own emotions. Three years of pain and heartache passed and Emilia could and would do anything just to prove her love to Lucas. But the final blow came when Luca's love interest, a pianist, named Sophia, returned from abroad. Emilia's heart shattered as she realized she had been played all along, and she had lost herself in the process of trying to please a man that never cared. Deceived and betrayed Emilia stood at the crossroads of her life. Watch as Emilia navigates the treacherous landscape of deceit,of wealth and power, will she regain her memory and uncovers secrets about the Blackwood family's past, forcing her to confront the true nature of her enemy and finally get her revenge. Fallen Angel is a gripping tale of revenge, power struggles, and the blurred lines between love and hate. Exploring the true meaning of family, loyalty, and legacy, this story delves into the complexities of the human heart, revealing that even in the darkest depths, there's always a chance for transformation .With its twists and turns, Fallen Angel will keep you on the edge of your seat until the very end.

Cakes , chocolate , muffins are so sweet that it's hard to believe how problematic they can be sometimes . Apart from making you fat , they can bring along quite some trouble , especially when you work in a patisserie and a handsome boy ordered a third-tiered luxurious cake . After he saw the cake , he didn't like its decoration and refused to pay for it . At first I was mesmerized by his looks when he entered inside . Who wouldn't remain breathless at the sight of a boy so handsome that he looked like a sculpture . When hearing what a brat he was , the perfect look on him was wasted . I, who had done the decoration , had no intention to pay for it . We fought and I ended up covered in cake and jobless . As if that wasn't enough , the landlord wanted to kick my family and me from the house too . I was desperately walking around the neighborhood , praying to god for a miracle When I lost all hope, I saw a limousine parked in front of my house. When I entered inside, the old woman whom I had saved from a being smashed by a car this morning was there. To my shock , my prayers were heard and she offered to help me pay both my school and my family's expenses but nothing comes for free in this world . She would financially help me for the next four years while I had to become her grandson's assistant at the Jewel Knowledge academy and make sure he graduated with high scores . The only rule was , I couldn't fall in love with her grandson . I was an excellent student but her grandson was the school's bully . Will my heart be able to make it through these four years with a handsome troublemaker by my side ?

When I was surrounded by the rogue pack far from our territory, I mind-linked my mate, Alpha Luke, begging for help. He refused me fifteen times—and finally, he blocked the link entirely. In the end, I collapsed from exhaustion and lost consciousness, my wolf howling in despair. When I woke up in the infirmary, Alex, the commander of the Werewolf Tribe, was sitting quietly beside me. He was the one who had received my desperate mind-link. He led his warriors, crushed the rogues, and saved me from the jaws of death. Looking into his worried eyes, I no longer hesitated. I took a deep breath and said with unwavering resolve: “Alex, I’ve made up my mind. I’ll go to the Northern Territory for training. I leave in 2 days.” Ten minutes later, Luke barged into the room with Kristy—his so-called adoptive sister—and our twin pups trailing behind. Before anyone could speak, he kicked the door open and pointed at me, shouting with cold fury: “You staged this stunt just to outshine Kristy? Do you realize how much warrior strength you wasted just to feed your vanity? You are not worthy to be a Luna!” My elder son, Chris, gave me a sharp glance and scoffed: “Where’s the wound, Mom? You look perfectly fine. Did you fake this just to get attention?” My younger son, Collin, stared at me, eyes filled with disappointment. He shook his head slowly and whispered: “Mom, did you lie to us again… just because we care about Kristy more?” Kristy gripped Luke’s hand, her voice trembling with fake innocence and tears falling down her cheeks: “I’m sorry, Christina… I won’t celebrate my birthday again. Please… stop causing trouble for Luke and the twins.” I clenched my fists, restraining my furious wolf, and stopped Alex from standing up for me. I watched the four of them turn and leave without a second glance. Then, I turned to Alex and said, with icy clarity: “This time, I have no hesitation, no regret. I’m leaving. I’ll go with you to the Northern Territory. And I won’t eat my words.”

On Christmas Eve, my father got the man I had secretly loved for ten years drunk and sent him to my bed. When I woke up the next morning, Roy pulled away from my attempt at a good-morning kiss. His voice was cold and distant as he agreed to marry me. After the wedding, Roy wasted no time submitting a transfer request. He took an overseas post and left. He did not return for five years. I gave birth to our daughter, Eve, alone and waited for him to come back home. When I heard that Roy had finally applied to return to a domestic position, I was overjoyed. I spent days preparing, imagining our first reunion as husband and wife. But even when the clock struck midnight, he still hadn't come home. Our daughter, ever so thoughtful, placed her most treasured possession—a photograph of Roy—into my hands. "Don't cry, Mommy," she said softly. "Look, Daddy's right here." I tried to convince myself that his absence was due to a delayed flight. But later that night, while watching the news, I saw him. He was on a crowded city street, holding a young girl in his arms. Beside him stood a woman, her smile soft and warm. Facing the camera, Roy said, "Being with them is my greatest wish." At that moment, something inside me broke. I wrote up the divorce papers, packed our things, and planned to take Eve to change her identity. I didn't want him anymore. The day before we left, a man I had never met came to see me. He was Roy's father. "You could call me Dad," he said, a faint smile playing on his lips. "But I'd rather you call me Ryan." I told him everything about the past five years—how I had waited, how I had hoped. When I finished, he laughed softly, an unusual warmth in his voice. "If it was just business," he said, "perhaps your father should have tied a bow around me and sent me to your bed instead. But I hold my liquor well—if I ever end up wrapped in a bow, you can be sure it's by choice."