Wrong Ride Right Lover

When her wet dream came true, Christine's already messed up life suddenly turned into hell. Maximo Lombardi, the Billionaire Tycoon, imprisoned her with the accusation of stealing his baby. No matter how much she tried to prove her innocence, Christine found it hard to run away from this paranoid devil. Yet when all her broken past was revealed, Maximo turned to be her only protector. He claimed that he would send all those who had bullied her to the real hell. *** "I never carried your baby!" "I don't care!" He stepped forward, making me flinch. Meeting his fierce eyes, I knew things went worse. "Because you'll carry one for me soon." Maximo claimed domineeringly while his wild kiss fell on my lips.

She got the surprise of her life on her Fiance's birthday which shattered her whole being completely. Seeing the love of her life banging her best friend, wasn't enough. She got expelled from school due to the sex tape her Fiance had released out of anger and pride for breaking up with him.Her reputation and that of her father is threatened, her business is crumbling and she has now become a laughing stock.To save her self from the shame that was looking around her existence, she had to accept the marriage contract.However, she got contracted to the wrong Alpha who ripped her existence apart.

Every moment with him tempts me closer to my own destruction. I was supposed to marry Ethan Volkov, the golden-hearted heir of the most feared mafia empire. He thought I was fragile, innocent, easy to control… just another pawn in his game. But his older brother Adrian Volkov had other plans.Ruthless, magnetic, sinfully powerful, he kidnapped me in front of everyone and made it clear I belonged to him… and I couldn’t resist the darkness he brought with him. Adrian doesn’t know I came with a secret mission, one carefully planned from the start, designed to destroy everything he loves. I’m the genius hacker the clan has been hunting for years, and I’ve spent my life preparing for revenge. Every touch ignites a fire I shouldn’t feel. Every look drags me deeper into his dangerous world. And every whisper reminds me of the man I swore I would never love. Hating him should be easy. Killing him should be simple. But craving him… is impossible. In a world ruled by blood, betrayal, and obsession, I’ve fallen for the wrong Brother.

“I’d do anything to please you…” Paul Hayes is known as the most powerful billionaire in the board room. He’s also known as the most powerful man in the bedroom as well. The tabloids have no lack of descriptions of his forceful and controlling behavior with women. No woman spends more than one night with him. No woman knows how to keep him. Tracy Collins is a down-on-her-luck waitress with big dreams. Dreams only a billionaire could make true, if only she knew what he wanted. When a freak accident leaves Tracy with the power to enter a man’s dreams, she finds out Mr. Hayes’ secret. He doesn’t have a desire to control… He desires to be controlled...

A familiar hand reached out toward me. His hand. Jonathan’s. Maybe Nathaniel now. The man I had kissed. The man I had touched. The man who had just married my sister. “Oh God, what have I done?” **************************************** She left without a word. Ten years later, an invitation brings her back… To face the sister she abandoned… A secret that was never supposed to surface. And a man she should have never touched. When Celeste Marlowe receives an unexpected wedding invitation from the baby sister she walked away from a decade ago, she expects cold shoulders and buried resentment…not a fiery one-night stand with a stranger who makes her forget everything. But the truth comes crashing in. He’s not a stranger. He’s the groom. Her sister’s groom. Now, trapped between the sins of her past and a secret she can’t outrun, life hurls her into something far more dangerous than heartbreak, a tangled web of power, lies, and blood-soaked secrets. Because in Velmont City, nothing is ever just personal. And some families don’t forgive… They own.

Mikey Wilson once had a fiancée and a lovely son. But an accident happened, Mikey's wife suddenly disappeared. Later when he met her again, she forgot him, even their son. Elena Hill's family had an accident, her parents were assassinated, her younger brother was injured and has not regained consciousness. The Hill family's entire property was robbed by a relative. At this moment, a man named Mikey appeared, offering a contract to tempt Elena to do something wrong. How was Elena step by step deceived by Mikey and lured into the billionaire's love trap? Why did she forget about Mikey, why was her family murdered? Let's help Elena answer! *** Mikey was motionless, his sharp eyes looking at the girl standing with her hands on her waist, red in the face, he said: - I will give you a sum of money, moreover, I will help you find out who killed your parents and make them pay. I will also take back your parents' property and company for you. Condition, just you to be my lover for a year. Well, it's not bad, is it? Elena picked up the backrest pillow of the sofa and frantically hit Mikey, hitting and scolding: - Go away, you lured me to go cuckold into your wife's head? I hate the kind of people who steal other people's husbands the most. And now you want me to do it! My life has been so pathetic so please forgive me. I don't want any more bad luck. Do you understand? Mikey snatched the pillow from Elena's hand, then he grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his lap: - I need you to cure my illness, please help me for a year.

PHOEBE - Holy mother of craps! I had lost my virginity to the college’s bad boy, Asher Gilbert. And, he told me it meant nothing to him. He told me to get lost! ********* ASHER - All my life till now, no one had ever intimidated me. Not anyone. Not my dad, nor the school principal… Not those street gangs… lastly, not the mafia. But this strange girl— a Maserati shows up. Making me urge to brand her, as mine. ********** “Why are you like this to me?” “What do you mean?” “Why are you so dismissive but save me, every time I land in trouble?” He didn’t reply that. Instead, he sighed, crunching the plastic bottle in his hand. He threw it in anger to the other side of the room. Then he approached me. I took three steps back, timidly. His intimidating gaze dropped towards mine. He didn’t stop until the back of my head contacted the wall. Only then did his both hands angle at the sides of my head. My eyes immediately gorged at his hard-on. Flash backs of the night we had together immediately ran through my brain. The only thing I could think of was the way my mouth was wrapped around him. His Adam’s apple swallowed numerous times, making me wonder what he thought of. It was like one of those scenes of movies. Like he was in a battle with himself. But the question was, what was he so protective about? Why didn’t he like making conversations with females? “I’m never gonna change, Phoebe. Remember that,” ********* What is worse than drunken one-night-stand, with the college’s bad boy? Or a cold treatment thereafter? However, one pregnancy changes it all. In this love so wrong, can they ever make things right?

For seven years, I've kept my identity hidden while secretly helping my girlfriend, Natasha Doyle, become one of the top designers in the world. A major design awards ceremony is being held tonight. My plan is to reveal my real identity and propose to her after she receives the award. But then, I see her walking up on stage, hand-in-hand with Connor Gibson, her partner in the design studio. "All of Natasha's accomplishments are the result of my hard work and effort," Connor proudly declares. Natasha smiles and nods in agreement. "Without him, I wouldn't be the person I am now." Thunderous applause rings from the crowd. The camera flashes keep going off. I stand in the corner, my heart in despair. As I walk out of the venue, I make a call. "Cut off all the funding and investments into Natasha's studio. Don't help her with the patent infringement lawsuit either. Let her deal with the legal consequences herself."

My boyfriend, Dallas Clarke, had a pick-me girl constantly hanging around him named Olivia Phillips. She knew perfectly well that I had diabetes and could not eat high-sugar foods. Yet, during our hiking trip, she still managed to trick me into eating a high-sugar energy bar, which caused my blood sugar to spike. When I pulled out my insulin pen to inject myself, I discovered with horror that my medication had been replaced with saline solution. Seeing me collapsed on the ground, dry heaving uncontrollably, Olivia smirked in disdain. "You are always so dramatic. It's just sugar, you don't need to act like you're dying. That's why I told Dallas to switch your meds, because you needed to toughen up and build some stamina." I looked toward Dallas, my breathing already becoming labored. "Dallas, give me my medication. If I don't inject insulin soon, I'm going to die..." Dallas frowned slightly. "Don't you think you're being a little overdramatic? I've never heard of anyone dying from a bit of sugar. Olivia's right... You're such an attention seeker. We barely get together as a group, and here you are causing a scene." My heart sank, and I called Dad immediately. "Dad, I'm getting bullied, and I might die! Are you going to do something about it or not?"

On Independence Day, I was on my way to my boyfriend's house when a car slammed into me. The stretch of road was deserted. The collision jammed my door shut, and the acrid smell of gasoline filled the air. My car was about to explode. I scrambled for the emergency hammer, only to find it had been swapped out for a pink toy mallet. Panic rising in my chest, I dialed my boyfriend's number. To my horror, his ringtone sounded from the very car that had crashed into me. He stepped out, arm wrapped around his childhood sweetheart. She put on a pitiful face, tears in her eyes. "Oh no, I'm so clumsy. It's my first time driving, and I hit someone." When my boyfriend realized the victim was me, he didn't hesitate to console her. "Don't worry. She must have collided with you on purpose." I pounded on the window, desperate. "Nick! The emergency hammer's been switched out. Help me get out of here!" His childhood sweetheart lit up with a mischievous smile. "Katie, I swapped it! Isn't the pink hammer super cute?" Disgust flickered across Nick's face. "It's just a little crash. Get out on your own." By now, thick smoke was pouring into the car, and the heat was searing my lungs. I begged him to save me. But the girl only giggled, covering her nose in mock annoyance. "Katie, why are you cooking in there? The smoke is awful." Then she patted her stomach. "Oops, my tummy is rumbling. Nick, let's go home and eat." He tightened his hold around her and turned to leave. "Enough already. Stop pretending. My parents are waiting for us at home." Just as suffocation closed in on me, I slammed my hand against the car's emergency distress button.