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The first time I met Alessio Russo I was eighteen. He’d barged into my room. I yelled. He yelled. We argued. I slammed the door into the jerk’s face. Then I discovered that the drool-worthy prick was my best friend’s oldest brother -- who had connections to Cassio King and the mafia. The freaking mafia! The second time I saw him was at his mother’s funeral. He didn’t seem to recognize me. Or so I thought until we ended up tangled up between the sheets and he referred to our first encounter. The next time we saw each other was at his father’s funeral - the funeral of the very same man that had threatened my life. It turned out Alessio Russo was a gentleman even when he was a savage. We bickered. We kissed. We fought. We made love. He thrilled me and scared me. Still, we slowly started to find a way to each other but before I had a chance to come clean with him, I had to leave the country. Then all hell broke loose.

Just before a day of her wedding, Lily Meyers’ dream gets shattered to find her fiance sleeping with her sister. The little girl whom she spolit all the time and the man who promised to love her the rest of the life betrayed her. Enraged, Lily exposes their cheating to the whole world, only to get slapped by her father, as if she was the one to be blamed. “You disgraced the family!” The wedding went on, but with her sister as the bride.Heart broken and abandoned, Lily gets drunk and wakes up naked in the arms of Niklaus Cooper, the richest man in the state. Will the billionaire save her from all her miseries? Or will she just got another setback for her miseary life after her father finds out...

Avery's always harbored a crush on Jake Ortega, the charming boy next door who once stole her first kiss. Life pulled them apart when she had to move away with her mom. But now, fate reunites them, and sparks fly anew. With Jake now at the helm of his father's billion-dollar company, their rekindled connection breaches all boundaries, fueled by an irresistible attraction. ********* "Do you like that princess?" Jake thirstily questioned between our kiss once again. "Y..yes." I managed to moan out before he cruelly removed himself. Jake stood above me while staring down at me with a pleasing smirk on his handsome face. "Your lips taste of strawberries just as they were before princess. Now I want you to be a good little girl and maybe, just maybe I'll give you what your body has been craving for and more."

Demetria Hernandez wants one thing. To grow her cozy bakery without getting tangled in the world of the rich and entitled. Then she crashes into Marion Whitfield, a billionaire with a razor-sharp tongue, a dangerous smirk, and zero patience for her attitude. She hopes never to see him again. Fate laughs. When she’s hired for a high-profile charity gala, she discovers the client’s son is none other than the arrogant stranger she can’t stand… and can’t stop thinking about. Clashing becomes their routine. Chemistry becomes their problem. And when jealousy turns deadly, Marion realizes one brutal truth. Money can’t protect him from losing the one woman he was never supposed to want. In a world of luxury and lies, love is the one thing neither of them can control.

I lapse into unconsciousness for a few days after a high fever. When I wake up, I see my boyfriend and his best friend standing by my bed. I want to enliven the atmosphere, so I joke, "Who are you?" Eric Cobb, my boyfriend, is taken aback. I almost laugh at the look on his face. Then, he points at his friend, Jonah Mullen. "Don't you remember? Your boyfriend's been panicking over you. As his best friend, I have to be here with him." This time, I'm the one who's taken aback. Unexpectedly, Jonah steps forward and says, "That's right. I'm your boyfriend, Jonah Mullen."

I received a pornographic video. "Do you like this?" The man speaking in the video is my husband, Mark, whom I haven't seen for several months. He is naked, his shirt and pants scattered on the ground, thrusting forcefully on a woman whose face I can't see, her plump and round breasts bouncing vigorously. I can clearly hear the slapping sounds in the video, mixed with lustful moans and grunts. "Yes, yes, fuck me hard, baby," the woman screams ecstatically in response. "You naughty girl!" Mark stands up and flips her over, slapping her buttocks as he speaks. "Stick your ass up!" The woman giggles, turns around, sways her buttocks, and kneels on the bed. I feel like someone has poured a bucket of ice water on my head. It's bad enough that my husband is having an affair, but what's worse is that the other woman is my own sister, Bella. *** “I want to get a divorce, Mark,” I repeated myself in case he didn't hear me the first time—even though I knew he'd heard me clearly. He stared at me with a frown before answering coldly, "It's not up to you! I'm very busy, don't waste my time with such boring topics, or try to attract my attention!" The last thing I was going to do was argue or bicker with him. "I will have the lawyer send you the divorce agreement," was all I said, as calmly as I could muster. He didn't even say another word after that and just went through the door he'd been standing in front of, slamming it harshly behind him. My eyes lingered on the knob of the door a bit absentmindedly before I pulled the wedding ring off my finger and placed it on the table.

"We can't keep fighting this," Michael said. "YOU can't keep fighting this." Diane looked away guiltily, "I have no idea what you're talking about." Michael pulled her closer to himself, "I'll accept that. For now. But I plead that you only give me a chance to prove to you, that I've loved you ever since. And if I have to spend my whole life doing so, then I don't mind, Diane. That's how much you drive me crazy." * * After Diane loses everything and ends up in the hospital, an elegant woman walks in with a single paper that can change her fate. With nothing but anger, hurt and revenge on her mind, Diane knows her life is about to change. Because not only did Diane Winters die twenty seven hours ago, but Diane Deveraux is a whole new woman who is out for blood and revenge on her ex husband and everyone who had set her up. Meanwhile Michael on the other hand would do anything humanly possible to get Diane back even if it meant crawling to h*ll on his knees and getting back. * A book of heartwrecking betrayal, lies, cold revenge, pettiness and intense love. Unexpected plot twists and heart swooning romance.

It all started from a drunken one night stand.November is in her last year in the university and it's her birthday the last birthday she has to spend as a university student. She decides to go out to party with her friends, at the party, drunk and far spent, she meets Kalmon- her hot soon-to-be boss, and they have a one night stand.She starts working for Kalmon and soon, they become lovers but luck isn't on their side as November's ex lover comes to town to try and shatter her happiness.Read to find out what happens next.

The day after we set our wedding date for the tenth time, my fiancé reached past me to kiss his adopted sister. He presented crimson roses to her as she descended from the stage. "My princess, in this lifetime, I'll only ever be your protector." I stood quietly beyond the cheering crowd, then turned and walked away without looking back. After five years of engagement, this was the moment I finally gave up hope.

I'm on my knees because they told me to kneel. Not because I have to—because I want to. Because when Haruto's hand grips my hair and Marcus whispers "good girl" in my ear and Julian watches with those grey eyes that miss nothing, I feel more loved than I ever have alone. Haruto pulls my head back, makes me look up at all three of them. "Whose are you?" he asks. "Mine," Marcus answers first, running a thumb across my bottom lip. "Ours," Julian corrects quietly, and the word settles in my chest like a heartbeat. They take turns using my mouth,and my body. Haruto is desperate and possessive, fucking my throat like he's still making up for six years of silence. Marcus holds my hand through it, sweet even when he's rough. Julian watches until he can't anymore, then joins, then takes over. When they lay me on the bed and surround me—Haruto inside me, Marcus at my mouth, Julian whispering filthy praise in my ear—I understand. This isn't about control. It's about being so completely theirs that nothing else matters. Not even the woman who wants me dead. But that's later. Right now, I have three men who love me, and I'm exactly where I belong. On my knees. On my back. In their arms. Always.