Sarah closed her eyes, as Ashton kissed her but suddenly he pulled away and took a step back. He swallowed as her eyes opened and gazed into his. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "I came here to...." "It's okay," she shut him up as she took a step forward and cupped his force. Joining their lips again, she kissed him passionately. Ashton's pulse raced as he felt a rush of emotions. It had been years since he'd been with a woman, and all his suppressed desires suddenly came rushing out. As they kissed with their hands all over each other, they made their way toward Sarah's bed. With her back on it, Ashton showered her body with kisses, from her wrists, to her neck, her ears and finally back to her lips. She gasped when he began going all the way down. His hands caressed her breasts through the fabric of her lingerie and she bit her lips as her nipples hardened. In no time, he had gotten rid of the lingerie covering her body as well as his clothes. His length was hard and erect
When Percy woke up that morning, the first thing she did was check her phone, and there it was—the message from Ashton that had arrived during the night. As her eyes scanned through it, a small smile crept across her face. "This is so much better," she whispered to herself. "If I'm no longer his employee, it'll be easier for him to see me as more than just a colleague—maybe even as a potential life partner." Percy had already made up her mind. She wasn’t going to continue working under Ashton. She was done pretending to be the poor girl, the one who had nothing, when in reality, she was anything but. Working for someone else and taking orders had become unbearable. She was used to giving commands, not following them. With renewed energy and a sense of purpose, she got up, preparing herself for the day ahead. "At the end of the day," she muttered to herself, "I was the one who came clean to Ashton. Sarah’s been deceiving him this whole time, but I was honest. I bared my soul to
Ashton stepped out of Sarah's car, feeling the warmth of their recent conversation linger in the cool air. He stood there for a moment, waving as she smiled at him from behind the wheel, her eyes filled with affection. She started the car and slowly drove away, the hum of the engine fading as she disappeared down the street. Ashton sighed contentedly, turning towards the entrance of his company, but as soon as he did, a familiar figure caught his eye.It was Percy.Surprised, Ashton furrowed his brows. "Percy? What are you doing here?" His voice held an edge of discomfort.Percy's gaze was intense as she stepped forward. "I saw you," she said, her voice tight with emotion. "I saw you kissing Sarah."Ashton blinked, caught off guard by her bluntness. Before he could respond, Percy continued, her tone rising with hurt and frustration. "Why, Ashton? How can you still be with her after everything she did? She lied to you! She deceived you into thinking she was something she's not, preten
Sarah slowly opened her eyes, disoriented and groggy, only to find herself lying on cold, wet ground by the side of a river. The sound of rushing water filled her ears, and as her vision cleared, she saw Percy standing over her with a twisted smile. A few feet away, two men loitered, their eyes avoiding hers, but Sarah knew—these were the men who had abducted her. "Percy?" she croaked, her voice trembling with both fear and disbelief. Percy's smile widened, a dark satisfaction gleaming in her eyes. "Beg for your life," she said coldly, "and maybe I'll let you go." Sarah stared at her, heart pounding, but she refused to cower. She knew Percy too well—begging would never save her. It would only feed Percy's sadistic sense of power. Sarah shook her head slowly, summoning whatever strength she had left. "No, I won’t beg," she said firmly. "Even if you kill me, Ashton will never be yours. You can’t win, Percy." Percy let out a low chuckle, the sound devoid of warmth. "I can live with
Christy’s father paced in his study, tension mounting in his chest. He had just called his assistant, ordering him to withdraw all their investments from Alex's company. His hands gripped the edge of his desk as he awaited confirmation."Sir," the assistant’s voice crackled through the phone, "if you pull your investment now, you’ll be missing out on a significant return. The new investment Alex received will multiply your initial stake by at least five times. Pulling out now won’t even dent his company."Christy’s father’s brows furrowed in confusion. “Who on earth made such a large investment in his company?” he demanded, his tone laced with disbelief.The assistant hesitated for a moment before revealing the investor’s identity. The words hit Christy’s father like a slap to the face. His anger boiled over. He slammed his fist against his table repeatedly, frustration rippling through his body. He had wanted to cripple Alex, teach him a harsh lesson for rejecting his daughter—but n
Angel stood in front of the mirror, her breath catching as she took in the sight of herself in her flowing white wedding gown. The lace details, the gentle curve of the fabric against her skin—it was all perfect. For a brief moment, she felt like she was in a dream. But when a soft knock echoed through the room, she snapped back to reality, her heart fluttering. "Come in," she called, half expecting it to be Alex sneaking in to catch a glimpse of her before the ceremony. To her surprise, Ashton and Sarah stepped in, arm in arm. Angel's face broke into a wide grin. "Wow! If it isn't the sweetest couple I know!" she exclaimed. "You look stunning, Mrs. Duke." Sarah laughed lightly, her eyes warm. "Not as stunning as you," she replied, moving closer to pull Angel into a hug. "I'm so happy for you. Congratulations!" Angel beamed, her nerves dancing beneath her skin. "Thank you, Sarah. I’m excited—more than I can say—but nervous too. I can’t believe this day is actually happening." As
SYNOPSIS Laura is at her wit's end, having tried everything humanly possible to conceive without success. In desperation, she turns to her best friend, Cila and begs her to bear a child for her husband. After much persuasion, Laura's husband, Ethan and Cila both agree to it. But, what happens when Cila falls in love with Ethan and wants Laura out of the picture? TITLE: MARRY MY HUSBAND
Laura's eyes held a deep longing as she waited for Cila’s response. Cila, sensing the tension in the air, gently grasped Laura’s trembling hands. A warm smile graced her lips as she spoke softly, “Laura, you’ve always been like a sister to me, and I’d do anything for you. Yes, I will bear a child for your husband—but I have a condition.” Laura's breath caught in her throat, her heart beating rapidly. “Please, do tell,” she urged, her voice breaking with emotion. Cila took a deep breath, her gaze thoughtful. “You know the kind of person I am,” she began. “I can’t do this unless I’m married. I can't carry a child for a man who isn't my husband.” Laura leaned forward, her desperation evident in every word. “Then marry Ethan,” she blurted out. Cila’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Do you hear yourself?” Cila whispered. “You’re asking me to marry your husband. Ethan is already bound to you, and you’re my best friend. How can you even suggest this?” Tears welled up in Laura’s eyes as
TROY After two years, I was back in the Scandinavia, the place that took everything from me. I had rented the whole beach for the evening because I wanted to be alone. I stood by my once favorite beach in Oslo and closed my eyes as memories from the past flooded my mind; Her beautiful smile, and the warmth of her body, pressed against mine as we stared at the stars together. Aislinn was everything to me until she was snatched away so cruelly. I opened my eyes and stared at the water, hoping its calmness would soothe my turbulent heart. All of a sudden, something caught my attention. Floating and approaching from a distance, I tried to make out what it was. I took a few steps closer, dipping my legs into the water. I gasped when I realized it was a person; a woman, and judging by the way she looked, I knew she was dead. I turned and wanted to leave but a question struck my mind; what if she wasn't dead? What if Aislinn was in a similar situation and needed help? Would I have
MARIANNE If it weren't for the date and time stamp on the video, I would have thought Paula was lying to me. As I watched the video, everything began to piece together in my head. I recalled when Tony had first approached me for a relationship. I had refused his advances, especially since I had just clocked eighteen, but Britney kept encouraging me to give him a chance, claiming we were perfect for each other and would be together forever. Back then, I was amazed at how Tony and I had the same tastes, interests, and even fashion sense. I believed he was truly destined for me. Only after Paula's revelation did I realize that Britney had planted him in my life and told him about my likes and dislikes. No wonder he seemed so perfect in my eyes and I ended up falling in love with him. They deceived me for so long and plotted my downfall. The false testimonies from my secretary and Tony's sister finally made more sense to me. I felt so much anger surge within me and a deep yearn
MARIANNE Everything felt like a dream. Just like that, I had been condemned for something I never did. My only crime was being too kind and trusting the wrong people. As I was being transported by ship along with a few other prisoners, the judge's words echoed in my ears, "This court finds the accused; Mrs. Tony, guilty of first-degree murder and sentences her to life imprisonment with hard labor in the Norwegian Island Prison. I recalled the triumphant look on Britney's face as I was being taken away and could not understand what I ever did wrong to her. When I met her so many years ago, I had just finished high school. Being the daughter of the richest man in the city, I lived in affluence as opposed to her who was struggling to get by. I saw her working as a waiter at a party and took her side when a guest treated her disrespectfully. We got close from that night and I got to find out that she had no family. She was an orphan who had to work from a very young age just to
MARIANNE I sighed in relief as I thanked Britney repeatedly. "There's no need to thank me," she expressed. "You are my best friend and I will do anything for you." The next morning, just as my lawyer had promised, I was arraigned before a judge. I had been restless throughout the night as it was my first time being in a cell. I tried not to cry because I knew it wouldn't help my situation. I convinced myself that I was just unfortunate. I never should have married Tony. After the judge questioned me, I took a plea of not guilty. My attorney didn't seem pleased by that but I didn't care. No one was going to make me admit to something I never did. Since it was my first appearance, I expected that I would be granted bail and allowed to show up in court from the comfort of my home during the preliminary hearings. I planned to get the best lawyer for myself once I was released on bail and got access to my phone. However, nothing like that happened. The judge allowed a ten minut
MARIANNE At the police station, I was cuffed and kept in a dimly lit room with four chairs, one table, and a window. I was exhausted and my eyes were puffy from crying. Even though Tony cheated on me, he was the love of my life and I could not believe he was no more. In a flash, I had become a widow; the youngest I knew because I had just turned twenty, a month ago. The three policemen sat in front of me, questioning me as though I were a common criminal. "Don't you know who I am?" I asked. "I own foundations, charity organizations, and free hospitals. I help people, not hurt them. No matter what, I could never murder a man I loved with my life." "Stop beating around the bush and answer the damn question!" One of the policemen yelled at me, slapping his palms on the table. I didn't have to be a police officer or a lawyer to know that what the men were doing was not standard procedure. They were biased toward me and I had no idea why. "I won't speak any more until my lawye
MARIANNE I stepped on my brake pedal and gave myself a minute to catch my breath. My hands were shivering and I felt chilled to the bone. I still could not believe what I had just seen. I opened my phone and watched for the umpteenth time, the pornographic video that had been sent to me anonymously. My husband of almost two years was in bed, having sex with a woman that wasn't me. His face was revealed in the video, while hers was concealed. The only thing I could make of the woman was her slender wrist and the gold bracelet around it. It seemed oddly familiar but I could not remember where I had seen it. For two years, I believed my marriage was the best in the world because my husband, Tony adored me and worshipped the ground I walked on. I was the richest woman in the city and my company, RAY INDUSTRIES was the number one in the country, yet, my happiest moments were the ones spent with my husband. That was how much I loved him. How could he betray my trust? Hands still
SYNOPSIS "My husband walks about freely, lavishing my fortune, with his mistress by his side, while I am condemned to spend the rest of my life in an island prison for his death. If this is my fate, I will fight it until my last breath."~~~ MARIANNE Betrayed by the ones she trusted most, Marianne finds herself convicted for a crime she did not commit. In a desperate attempt to change her new reality, she ends up at the brink of death but gets a second chance in Troy; An unusually sexy billionaire willing to place the world at her feet. Marianne swears she is done with men and love, and her life's goal is revenge against those who wronged her. But why does her heart race uncontrollably at the sound of his voice? ***His hands reached out, framing my face as his fingers caressed my lips. I closed my eyes when he cupped my breasts and his lips settled on the crook of my neck, lavishing it with kisses until I was breathless and wet beyond control. "Troy," I panted and my eyes flung
In the morning, Ethan woke Cila up from his bed and calmly asked her to leave his bedroom and stay away from it. As she walked out of the room, she stood by the door, staring at Ethan who was watching her leave. She wished she could turn back the hands of time. If she hadn’t tried to take Laura’s place and planned for Laura to catch them in the act, Ethan would still be meeting her behind Laura’s back. She wouldn’t feel so alone. She would still have him—if only she hadn’t been so greedy for more. She had no clue Ethan was secretly seeing Laura again. He came home early, spent most of his free time with her. Little did she know, Ethan had been stealing moments with Laura during their lunch breaks, meeting at the small apartment he had rented temporarily for her. The joy of those stolen hours made time fly for them, but each day weighed heavier on Ethan’s heart. He kept counting down the days, marking them on his calendar, waiting for the moment he could bring Laura back home
"Shh......," Byron shushed Laura as he moved closer to her, cupping her face and attempting to kiss her once more. This time, however, he was met with a sharp slap across his face. The sting of it made him pause, his hand instinctively reaching for his cheek as he glared at her. "So, you’d rather sit here, pining away for a man who’s off fucking your best friend, instead of giving me a chance to make you happy?" he spat, his voice dripping with bitterness. "You know what, Laura? You deserve everything that’s happening to you. You’re foolish, indecisive, and weak. You deserve to be ditched by your husband and betrayed by your so-called best friend." The words cut through Laura like a blade, each one more painful than the last. Byron stormed out, slamming the door behind him. Laura remained standing, her legs suddenly too weak to hold her up. She sank to the floor, the weight of his words pressing down on her. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she sobbed uncontrollably. "Do I reall