Who Is Logan Browning Father

“Hello. We are calling to inform you that your son, Hudson Miller, has been involved in a disciplinary infraction. Please come to the office of Erin Academy and see the principal immediately.” Well, whose rat child was this? Not his, he knew that for sure. -.- -.- After a fateful phone call, Gael Laurent, global icon and popular popstar, is drawn into the quiet life of single parent Arabella Miller and her child, Hudson. The strange woman who wants nothing to do with him and her mischievous child may muddle the clear waters of everything Gael has ever known ...

Caitlyn Clarke was a woman of logic. A dedicated therapist, a loving girlfriend, and a believer in control—until she found her boyfriend in a compromising position with his bodyguard. Betrayed and disillusioned, she threw herself into work, determined to move on.Her next assignment? Conduct a psychological evaluation of Vladislav Mikhailov a notorious Russian Pakhan imprisoned at BlackRidge Penitentiary. The job was supposed to be simple: assess his mental state and determine if he was fit for release.But Mikhail isn’t just another criminal. He’s a king in a cage. A predator in waiting. And from the moment Caitlyn steps into his cell, he decides she belongs to him.He toys with her, pushing past her professional boundaries with his sharp mind and even sharper words. He reads her like an open book, unraveling the parts of herself she’s tried to keep locked away. And worst of all? He makes her want things she has no business wanting

Blackmailed by her own father, walang ibang choice si Avery kundi ang sundin ang ama. She was forced to seduce a man in order to keep their company alive and her son's safety. Maaga siyang nabuntis dahil sa isang one night stand, at wala na rin siyang balita sa ama ng anak niya. Hindi na rin niya ito hinanap pa. Pero anong gagawin niya kung makaharap ang lalaking aakitin niya, na siya rin palang tatay ng anak niya?

For Arini, loyalty is expensive but is made cheap by Reyhan, her boyfriend. Even though the marriage plan is in sight. Unfortunately, infidelity made Reyhan's eyes dark. Arini is the victim of a triangular love affair between Reyhan and Rieka, Arini's best friend who doesn't know herself. The heartache of being cheated on makes Arini reckless. Entering a nightclub and partying with the many humans there. Forgetting for a moment her heartache and tears until the next morning she woke up in bed with a man. Naked of course. That's nothing compared to the man she slept with last night, Richard Alexander, Reyhan's father. Double shot! "Mr. Richard ... what are you doing here?" Richard who still did not want to open his eyes only said, "Serving you, Rin. Last night you were very savage." Arini glared. "Savage, Mr.! I still remember how you move!" The man laughed softly. "So what?" "You set me up, huh?"

Seorang lelaki yang trauma karena masa lalu dikhianati oleh kekasihnya, mendapat surat misterius dari masa depan dan bertanya-tanya siapa sipengirim surat karena apa yang ditulis selalu benar dengan apa yang akan atau telah terjadi, dan sipengirim surat tersebut adalah dirinya dimasa depan. Apakah yang terjadi? Kenapa pria tersebut mendapatkan surat dari dirinya dimasa depan?

“We shouldn’t be doing this.” Christian said, his voice gruff. I gripped him tighter in my hands, making his eyes roll and pumped him again. “Yes, but it’s too late.” I lowered my mouth onto his hard length. ***** A mixup landed Elisa in best friend’s father’s bed. A widower and billionaire in his late thirties. They vowed to never let it happen again. Except they couldn’t stop. And it easily became a battle between mind, body and heart. After Elisa moves into his house, she realizes her illicit craving is the least of her problems.

"We can't do this," I whispered, even as Jamie's fingers traced my jaw. "Tell me to stop," he commanded, his grey eyes darkening with desire. I should have. But instead: "I can't." His hand slid beneath my shirt. "This is wrong." "Then stop touching me." "I can't." His voice was raw. "Every night I think about you. About this." When his mouth finally claimed mine, it tasted like sin and salvation. His hands gripped my waist, lifting me onto the counter. I wrapped my legs around him, and reality dissolved. "Right now, you're mine," he growled against my neck. "Even knowing what it costs?" I gasped. "Even then." What happened in that kitchen was unforgivable. Beautiful and terrible and absolutely devastating. But our secret didn't stay buried. When a mysterious text arrives—*"I saw what you did"*—followed by photos taken through my window, I realize someone was watching. Someone knows. And they're not just threatening to tell Aiden. They're playing a twisted game where we're all pieces on the board. As paranoia turns to obsession and obsession bleeds into violence, I face an impossible truth: the person I should fear most might be the one I thought I knew best. **Some secrets refuse to stay buried. Some desires demand everything. And some love stories end in blood.**

On the first day of work, the company president said that I looked like his long-lost daughter and gave me a salary of 100 thousand dollars, on the condition that I ate together with his wife every weekend. Once my boyfriend heard this, he yelled at me in front of my colleagues, “How could you believe such a cheap lie?! It’s just an excuse for him to pay you for dirty favors! If your mother learned that you got yourself a sugar daddy after graduation, she’d jump off a building!” So, I rejected the president’s offer. Someone told the department manager that my boyfriend and I insulted the president, and he fired us. My boyfriend was really shocked by this. He stayed at my place and loafed around instead of working. When he no longer had any money left, he asked my mother for money. After that, he asked me to sell my organs. After I said no, he knocked me out with chloroform and sent me to an unlicensed clinic. The doctor there did not use the standard procedures, so I died from the pain. When I opened my eyes again, I returned to the day I met the president. This time, I shouted, “Sir, you look just like my father, even though we are not related at all!”

My adopted daughter, Phoebe Marsh, possessed an evil ability. Whenever she got hurt, the pain would also be inflicted directly on my biological daughter, Maisie Shaw. She deliberately hurt herself, covering her body with wounds and bruises. Then, she would turn around with cold eyes, watching Maisie writhe on the floor in agony until she passed out from the pain. With no medical solution available, I broke down and held Maisie close, begging my husband, Brandon Shaw, to send Phoebe away. However, he would erupt in fury. "It's obviously Maisie who's been faking illness for attention, and you're making up this ridiculous story to get rid of Phoebe. She's just a fragile, helpless child. How can you be so vicious?" After that, Phoebe escalated her self-harm even more viciously. Meanwhile, Maisie spent every day curled up in the corner of her bed, refusing to let anyone touch her. On Maisie's birthday, Phoebe threw herself from the fifth floor. Just as Maisie was blowing out her candles and making a wish, she suddenly began bleeding from all her facial orifices, and she died instantly. Yet, Phoebe only suffered minor scrapes. I died from overwhelming grief shortly after. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to Phoebe's first day in our home. Maisie was playing with her Legos when she suddenly clutched her ankle and started crying. This time, I grabbed the broom from behind the door and swung it toward Maisie, shouting, "I'll beat you up for faking illness and seeking attention!"

They called me "slave, whore, mistake." But he called me HIS. By day, I scrubbed floors while they laughed. By night, he took me to his bed and made me forget the cold. I thought that was love. I thought that being his mistress was better than being nothing. Until I begged him, “Clear my name, Logan. Let them know I’m not just the woman you touch in the dark.” He looked at me, and his jaw tightened, his eyes colder than I’d ever seen. “You knew what this was.” “Then make it more,” I whispered. “I need it to be more.” But he walked away, and broke me further. --- Reina Vale was accused of murdering her parents, and her life became worse than that of a slave, with even the loveliest servant spitting in her face. Fate plays a big move by sending her to the Northern pack where she meets Alpha Logan Draven. From being a slave, to being his midnight mistress, Reina has never been more. When Logan chooses his arranged Luna over her, she escapes his castle in hopes to create a better life for herself. But with Logan's seed growing in her belly, and her brothers suddenly wanting her back, Reina has to choose between being a prisoner, and being Alpha Logan's Queen.