He moved suddenly, turned to her, and gripped her arms; she glimpsed the desperation in his eyes as he dragged her against his chest. "I will do whatever it takes to win you back, Kalila." "You are my wife, the love of my life, and I won’t let you go." His warm breath fanning the curls that framed her face, he pressed his lips to her temple, his eyes briefly closing as if in pain."I have told my father to name his brother Sulim as the interim ruler of Qubbah in the event of his dying before Hazem comes of age." Kate stared at him, shocked beyond words. "But... but why?" she finally stumbled.I thought that you were to rule until Hazem was older. "You are the King’s only son, and it is your duty." Ahsan shook his head. "My first duty is to my wife, and my father agrees." Even if he did not, I would still be here for you."Don't you understand, Kalila?" he asked urgently. "You are more important to me than Qubbah, my father, everything." You, me, and Hazem are a family, and the only thin
Hello readers!!! Just before we begin, it is important to let you all know that this book is a collection of 10 amazing romance stories all by BLAZE NUKKO. The end of each story only leads to the beginning of another love journey. Here is the sequence for the collection: 1. Marrying My Best Friend's Fiancee 2. Pure Lust 3. Mr Handsome's Addiction 4. All For The Baby 5. A Virgin for His Desires 6. Claimed By The Greek Lord 7. The CEO's Sex Mate 8. Lustful Desires 9. Revengeful Marriage 10. A Virgin Widow. Also note that I will always leave a note at the beginning and the end of each story to help you stay on track. So if you are ready for a mind-blowing romantic journey, then let's begin!!!!! Marrying My Best Friend's Fiancee The whole pre-wedding party thing was revving up like a gigantic engine, and Charley had never felt less like partying in her entire life. Now a night at La Scala, dear God, she thought heavily. For here she stood surrounded by luxury in this posh
Damiano Leone Fabrino De Santis, the 34-year-old supreme head of the great and vast De Santis banking empire also called Dami by his very close friends. A tense little quiver made a sudden strike down Charley’s front, and in pure self-defense, she snatched up a silvery silk crocheted snug from the bed and hurriedly tied it across her front while wishing to goodness that she didn’t experience that same crazy tense quiver every time she let herself think about him. He was strange—a truly intimidating mix of smoothly polished, cool sophistication and lean, dark, sexy good looks. Adelina purred around him like a sleek kitten, which seemed to amuse him, but then Adelina was Italian, and as a race of people they were like that, open and warm and more touchy-feely than the British—her, Charley thought, making the rueful distinction. She’d never purred around any man and couldn’t imagine ever wanting to—which made the way she quivered around Dami De Santis all the more disturbing to her pe
Charley made herself walk forward, stingingly aware of how his hand remained exactly where it was this time—as if he were taunting her for her silly reaction to him. The first person her eyes focused on was Adelina’s mother, looking stunning in sparkling diamonds and unrelieved black. "Oh, there you are, Charley," she said, hurrying towards them with an anxious expression threatening to ruin her perfectly made-up face. "Damiano," she greeted, her dark eyes skimming warily over her future son-in-law’s face before she returned them to Charley. "I need a quick word with you, Cara," she begged. ‘Of course.’ Charley smiled, automatically softening her tone for this tiny, elegant woman whose nervous disposition made her worry about everything—and everything usually encompassed her beautiful daughter. "What’s Adelina done now?" she asked. It was only when the man standing behind her said coolly, "Nothing, I hope," that she realized she’d spoken out of turn in front of him. Carina Alonzo
Then Dami was striding forward to take hold of Adelina’s slender fingers and lift them to his lips. Whatever he said to his betrothed brought a sheen to Adelina’s eyes and a vulnerable tremor to her oh, so beautiful mouth. He loves her; Charley realized that in that moment. An odd little sensation clutched at her chest. Frowning slightly, she turned away from the two lovers and was relieved to feel the sensation fade. They were ferried to the opera in a fleet of sleek limousines. Estelio Alonzo was obviously meant to partner her tonight, and he made her laugh, which made her relax more and more as the evening wore on. La Scala was fabulous, an experience Charley really enjoyed—mainly because she’d successfully managed to avoid being placed anywhere near her best friend’s disturbing fiancé. Afterwards, they moved on to have dinner in a beautiful sixteenth-century palazzo on the outskirts of Milan. It was all very stylish, very much a glimpse of how the richer half lived. There was d
"Oh, my God," Charley gasped in skin-quivering consternation. They weren’t even dancing any longer! And he was looking down at her with one of those dreadful mocking smiles tugging at the corners of his mouth! Dropping her eyes to his throat, Charley wished with all her pounding heart that the ground would just open up and swallow her whole. "I’m so sorry!" She whispered, stepping back from him so violently that she almost went over on the spindly heels of her shoes. "In truth, I was rather flattered by the compliment." His hand snaked out to steady her. Fortunately, I sensed it coming, which is why we are now standing outside on the terrace away from curious eyes... Outside—? Glancing dizzily around her, sure enough, Charley discovered that they were indeed standing on a shadowy terrace she had not even known was here! The realization hit as to how engrossed she must have been in him that he’d been able to maneuver her through a pair of open French windows out into the cooler ev
Estelio’s company in the car made the journey a whole lot easier for Charley because she could pretend to doze while he and Adelina talked. It vaguely occurred to her that the conversation was hushed and heated, but she assumed Adelina was keeping her promise to give him a hard time for the trick with the wine, so she didn’t listen.And anyway, she did have a headache, one of those dull, throbbing aches that came when you didn’t like yourself and knew the feeling was not going to change any time soon. When the two cousins decided to have a last drink in the bar before they went to their rooms, Charley made her escape and spent the night with her head stuffed beneath her pillow, trying not to remember what she had done.But she should have listened to what the other two had been saying, as she discovered early the next morning when hell arrived with the sound of urgent knocking on her door. If she’d listened, she might have been able to stop Adelina from making the biggest mistake of h
Tension instantly grabbed hold of her throat and sent her heart sinking to her toes. Charley realized that he already knew about Adelina sent her heart sinking to her toes. It was stamped right there on his grimly cold face."You have a letter for me, I believe," Dami De Santis prompted. There was no greeting, no attempt whatsoever to make this easier for her.But then why should he—? "How did you know?" Charley dared to ask him.His eyes made a brief flick down her front, then away again. "She was to be my wife." The position made her vulnerable to a certain kind of low-life out on the street, so of course I had a security team watching her.But they didn’t stop her from running away with Charles? Charley would have loved to have asked the question, but the way he was standing there in a steel-dark, razor-sharp business suit and with his face carved into such cold, hard angles, the question remained just a thick lump in her throat as she made herself walk forward, feeling as if she w