What Episode Does Derek Shepherd Die

My boyfriend Julian is a chess grandmaster, a genius. At sixteen, he became the youngest grandmaster in North American history. I gave him ten years of my life, but a ring was never on the table. But when he reached the pinnacle of his career and won the Grand Slam, he still refused to break the pact he'd made with his family about his career. "According to my plan, I'm not considering marriage or any other form of long-term commitment until all my goals are achieved." I didn't argue with him. I quietly packed his luggage for the World Championship and wished him the best. He had no idea that at the very moment he was lifting the championship trophy with the world watching, I was dragging my failing body to sign my own name on a euthanasia consent form.

“Hold her mouth open, she’s too polite to ask for it.” A firm hand grips my jaw, keeping it wide, as another man groans above me, thick and pulsing, his cock sliding against my tongue with punishing rhythm. She was supposed to be a transaction. One night. A girl forced to sell herself for money, and three men who could offer more than she’d ever dreamed, for a price. But Harper isn’t like the others. When she steps into that hotel suite, fragile and brave all at once, she isn’t just agreeing to pleasure. She’s agreeing to surrender. And something about her, about the way she flinches, the way she obeys, the way she doesn’t ask for more, makes them all pause. They own a club built on power, discipline, and unshakable rules. But she doesn’t know any of that yet. All she knows is what it feels like to be touched like she matters, just once. When they ask if she wants more, she says the wrong thing. “I’d have to ask Mark.” What should’ve been a second arrangement turns into a revelation. Because they know what Mark is. And now they know what he’s been doing to her. Two days later, they offer her another night. Same price. Only this time… they don’t plan on letting her go back. “Good girls take it. All of it. Even when it hurts.” I scream into the pillow as one thrusts deeper, harder, while the other presses his weight against my back, whispering filth into my ear and slapping my thigh until I shake.

They’re off-limits, forbidden, and that’s what makes them irresistible. She’s the goddaughter who’s been touching herself to his name since she was old enough to know what wanting meant, and now she’s come home to collect. She’s the neglected wife whose stepsons look at her like they want to devour her, maybe it’s time she let them. She’s the fiancée whose future husband sold her to his brother to cover his debts and she’s discovering her new owner knows exactly how to make her beg. Daddy’s best friends. Stepfathers. Bosses. Professors. Brothers-in-law. Stepbrothers. Father-in-laws. Best friends’ dads. Every man she was told to stay away from. This collection contains: age-gap, step-family, power exchange, revenge, MFM, FFM, obsession, and possession. You’ve been warned, but you’ll read it anyway.

**Sequel to The Billion Dollar Love Triangle. Strongly suggest that is read first!** Just when Scarlett Watson thinks she's finally got her life together, she finds out she's pregnant and she doesn't know if the baby is Grayson Wrenford's or Lee Windsor's. Thinking she'll simply be with whichever man fathered her child, Scarlett is thrown for a loop when the paternity only makes things more complicated. Being deeply in love with both men and still having to pick one, the three of them navigate the ups and downs of pregnancy, their messy families, and discovering their true selves, all before Scarlett gives birth. When the time comes, will Scarlett actually be able to decide who she wants to be with, will she lose them both, or will someone else win her heart?

Rachel gave everything to her husband. Her love. Her kidney. Her silence and her all. So when she finally regained her hearing, she never expected the first thing she’d hear would be her husband’s betrayal Nathan, tangled in another woman’s arms, calling her a burden he was tired of carrying. That night, Rachel walked out with nothing but a broken heart and a body already marked as sacrifice. Nathan thought that was the end of her story, but he was wrong. Years later, Rachel returns not as the woman he discarded, but as Belira Williams, the hidden heiress of DroneCode, the most powerful tech empire in the world. Richer, colder, and untouchable. This time, she isn’t here to beg for any reason. She’s here to ruin him for good. With secrets sharp enough to destroy reputations and a past Nathan never bothered to uncover, Rachel begins her revenge, slow, deliberate, and merciless. He once called her useless, now she’s the woman standing between him and everything he thought he owned. And this time… she’s not leaving quietly.

“I never wanted you or our daughter.” For five years, I pretended to be in a happy marriage with Andrew Morgan. I left my career to be with this billionaire bachelor to raise a family with him. A family that he never wanted. Of course, I should have known that his heart is still with Eleanor Walsh. Why else would he come chasing after her after she abandoned him for years? I was blind with love, and now my daughter and I are paying the price. “I need you here with me now,” I said. “Our daughter is in danger.” “Eleanor and Lottie need me more!” Andrew snapped. I begged. I cried. None of that mattered to Andrew. Even then, I had hope. I had love. But all of that changed when I found myself alone, with my dead daughter in my arms. “You can spend all your time with Eleanor and Lottie,” I spat at him. “We’re going to be divorced soon!” Andrew caught me by the wrist and stopped me. “You’re not going anywhere. Who said I agreed to the divorce?”

"Don't play coy with us, Jacqueline. You know that we want you," Grady was to my back and kissed my naked shoulder excruciatingly slowly. We...oh, fuck. ***** Since a very young age, Jacqueline has always been the adventurous type. Growing up she didn't change, her curiosity developed in all aspects of her life. But watching her mom wilted away because of her dad's affairs made her swear not to fall for any man. She moved miles away from home to free herself of her family's hypocrisy and judgemental view of their social circle. Jacqueline couldn't believe the day when she was recruited by an escort agency. Her love of intimacy was reflected in ways she always imagine. The lack of family closeness made her crave attention from others, up until the day she met the twins, from then on she never felt so suffocated in all her life. Follow Jacqueline's journey as she discovers love, not only from one but two men. How will she handle them, and will she follow her guts and fall for both brothers?

My husband, Jared Smith, let me take his spot for a highland vacation. After I departed, I found out that I won a random lottery that I had bought before for $50 million. In order to not delay the redemption of the lottery ticket, I took a red-eye flight back home and wanted to share the news with Jared. Before I went into the house, I heard his smug laugh. “That jacket belongs to Sammy, I’m sure! That dumb witch has been eaten by a bear! I’m so glad that Penny and I sent her on that trip.” It just so happened that the tour group chat sent a video of a member being eaten by a brown bear. My jacket was bloody. However, I was not the one who had been wearing that jacket. It had been his lover, Penny Lee.

Quatre ans après leur mariage, une femme éclatante a fait son retour. Ce n'était qu'à ce moment-là que Joëlle Azaïs a pu discerner clairement le vrai visage de son mari, jusqu'alors dissimulé derrière un masque froid. L'amour de Franck Gaume ne lui avait jamais appartenu : Il était avare avec elle, mais capable de débloquer trois millions pour les recherches d'une autre femme. Il l'avait forcée à démissionner pour être femme au foyer, mais n'hésitait pas à soutenir cette autre dans la poursuite de ses rêves professionnels. Ce qu'il ignorait, c'était que Joëlle n'était pas une employée ordinaire... Durant ces quatre années où elle avait dirigé un projet de recherche confidentiel d'importance nationale, ses compétences exceptionnelles étaient telles que même son premier amour, qu'il n'avait jamais cessé de chérir, n'avait été que son assistante. Il ignorait aussi que le jour où il avait signé à la hâte ce document, il scellait la fin de leur union. Un mois plus tard, au moment où la consécration scientifique de Joëlle était rendue publique, le jugement de leur divorce a atterri entre les mains de Franck. L'homme, d'ordinaire si maître de ses émotions, a déchiré les papiers, les yeux rougis par la rage et l'incrédulité : « Qui voudra d'elle, une femme divorcée, à part moi ? Je refuse ce divorce ! » Lors de leurs retrouvailles, Joëlle s'avançait au bras de Kévin Marchal, l'héritier de la famille la plus puissante du pays. Son regard vers Franck n'a plus trahi la moindre émotion. Kévin a lancé alors sans aucune pitié : « M. Gaume, surveillez votre attitude. Elle sera désormais MON épouse. »

Dans une ville où le temps semble s’effriter comme la cendre, Naïa, une restauratrice d’œuvres d’art, découvre une légende oubliée : celle d’un amour brisé par la malédiction d’un bijou ancien, une obsidienne aussi noire que la nuit. Au fil de ses recherches, elle croise le chemin de Raven, un homme à la beauté étrange et aux yeux hantés. Il prétend être le dernier descendant d’une lignée maudite. Chaque femme qu’il aime finit par mourir, sa vie aspirée par l’obsidienne. Naïa n’y croit pas… jusqu’à ce qu’elle commence à ressentir d’étranges symptômes : des vertiges, des visions d’un passé qui n’est pas le sien, et une douleur glaciale à chaque fois que Raven s’approche. Leur passion est irrépressible, mais à chaque baiser, elle sent une part d’elle-même s’effacer. Raven tente de fuir, de la repousser, mais Naïa s’accroche. Elle découvre alors que la seule façon de briser la malédiction est de plonger dans les souvenirs d’une époque révolue, où tout a commencé : une ancienne trahison, un amour sacrifié, une vengeance gravée dans la pierre noire. Mais la malédiction a un prix. Pour se libérer, quelqu’un doit disparaître… L’amour peut-il survivre à l’oubli ?