WARNING: THIS BOOK CONTAINS EXPLICIT SCENES AND MATURE ELEMENTS, SUITABLE ONLY FOR READERS AGED 18 AND ABOVE. Read at your own discretion. They started as nemeses. Rivals in the game of love. Both are masters of their games. Bienley Cullen takes girls like a meal. A master of seduction, charming girls with his charismatic demeanor and captivating smile. However, his once seemingly flawless existence was disrupted when he crossed paths with a guy who brought about restless nights and an unfamiliar, gnawing hunger within him. Devon Dalton, the fierce gang leader whose mere gaze evoked fear and doubt about his existence. Devon's mere presence exuded an air of raw power and unbridled authority, yet this was not what Bienley feared. He feared of losing himself to his unmatched seduction. Can he permit himself to be lured and submit to his temptation? Can he give up his reputation as a Casanova for a man who intends to dominate him? Can he play the game by Devon's rules? Bienley Cullen, the virgin wrecker casanova, and Devon Dalton, the fierce gang leader, two boys played by fate, yet amidst society's disdain, they shaped their world far beyond the conventional. #Prequel to Bloodline:Heirs
View MoreBienley's grand introduction as the sole heir to the Vanderpool - Guillebeaux empire was nothing short of astonishing. The moment the news broke, it sent shockwaves rippling through the crowd, igniting a wild frenzy."What?""How could this be?""I'd been expecting an heiress, especially with rumors flying that the heir had inherited Madame Bella's stunning beauty.""He's undeniably gorgeous, a perfect male mirror image of Madame Bella Vanderpool.""So, the heir is a man, not a woman?""And he's in a relationship with CEO Devon Dalton, no less."A tidal wave of diverse speculations crashed over the guests as they stared intently at the stage. There, Dr. Bienley Cullen was being tenderly embraced and kissed by CEO Bella Vanderpool. In return, he wrapped his arms around her slender waist with equal affection, their gestures speaking volumes.The simple yet intimate interactions between the rumored heir and his renowned mother seemed to confirm their relationship beyond a shadow of a dou
Carlisle stood with an unreadable expression, his eyes fixed on the seething guests. Their angry mutters filled the air, a chaotic symphony of indignation. "These people have no sense of decorum. All they want is a free meal and a chance to guzzle our drinks," one guest hissed."They need to be put in their place!" another chimed in, her face red with anger."If we don't toss them out, this whole event will be a disaster," a third added, their voice shrill with panic.The enraged guests turned their venomous glares on Bienley. But the young doctor remained unperturbed, meeting their scornful looks with a calm, unwavering gaze. Carlisle took a step forward, his presence commanding. He raised his hand, and the room fell silent, save for the occasional indignant huff. "Ladies and gentlemen, you were invited here for a purpose. Don't squander this opportunity by causing a scene. Keep to yourselves," he said, his voice firm and authoritative. The guests, though reluctant, clamped their
The opulent grand ballroom of Guillebeaux Hotel and Casino blazed with a dazzling radiance. Above, crystal chandeliers shimmered like constellations, their warm, golden glow cascading over the exquisitely attired guests. Waiters glided through the throng, their trays laden with flutes of bubbling champagne and bite-sized, mouthwatering hors d'oeuvres that seemed like edible works of art."Word on the street is that Madame Bella Vanderpool is set to unveil her heir to the world tonight," a clique of affluent women, swathed in designer gowns and dripping with diamond jewelry, tittered among themselves. Their laughter was like the delicate tinkling of fine crystal."Rumor has it that her heir has inherited her ageless allure," one of the women leaned in, her voice a conspiratorial whisper, eyes alight with intrigue."She has a daughter? How on earth has this been kept under wraps?" A collective gasp of astonishment rippled through their tight-knit circle."That's the mystery that has ev
Bienley stared deeply into Bella's teary eyes, where a river of tears cascaded down her cheeks. Her words of unwavering assurance, coupled with the raw pain of anguish that reflects in her gaze, finally unearthed the truth he'd been starved of for far too long."Mama will never, ever abandon you, my precious little Prince. You are the very breath of Mama's life. That faint, flickering hope deep in my heart, the one that whispered someday I'd find you, kept me going, kept me alive through the darkest of days." She traced his face with a yearning touch, as if trying to engrave every contour, every freckle into her memory.Bienley closed his eyes, surrendering to the delicate, feather - light touch of her soft hands. In that moment, this tenuous connection felt like a salve to his broken, battered soul, mending the cracks that had formed over so many lonely years."Mama," Bienley choked out, launching himself into her embrace. His arms wound tightly around her slender waist, and he nest
"Oh my god, Lander!" Bella gasped, the sound tearing from her throat. And then, she was overtaken by another bout of heart-rending sobs. The pain that had been pent up for so long was now erupting in a flood of emotions."Bienley? Are you certain?" Señor Quintana, usually the picture of composure, asked in a voice that betrayed a slight tremor. His once-dull, aged eyes now reflected a tenderness that was rarely seen, as if a long-buried emotion had been unearthed."Yes, grandpa. He looks just like my father. Even though the photo was taken when he was quite young, I could never mistake him for anyone else," Bienley said, trying his best to convince them despite the confusion swirling within him. His words were a mixture of certainty and bewilderment."Oh, god," Damon Quintana looked at his wife, whose expression mirrored his own surprise. The old man closed his eyes tightly, as if in deep, silent prayer. He rubbed his face with both hands, looking utterly tormented, as if the weigh
"Love, I'm right here. Just relax. As long as I'm by your side, no one can harm you," Devon murmured softly into Bienley's ear, sensing the turmoil within him. "I'm so scared," Bienley whispered tremulously, his trembling hands clutching Devon's. Bienley felt a strange numbness wash over him. His head started to pound as he grappled to make sense of the bewildering situation. A storm of conflicting thoughts whirled through his muddled mind, and he had the unsettling sensation of being adrift in a sea of overpowering emotions, with no clear destination in sight."I'm here with you. Whatever this is, we'll face it together," Devon said, drawing Bienley closer and enfolding him in a warm, reassuring embrace.Bienley was secretly glad that he'd allowed Devon to come along when the latter had insisted. Right now, Devon's possessive nature seemed like a blessing.They were then led into a vast room, huddling close to one another as they followed in silence. As they stepped inside, they
Today marked a momentous occasion for Bienley, Josh, and Kit, the young resident doctors at Dalton Medical Center. They had been bestowed with the extraordinary opportunity to attend the highly prestigious medical convention. Amidst the sea of numerous prominent figures within the medical field, they felt a sense of humble pride, finding themselves rubbing shoulders with the greats.Josh and Kit had already made themselves comfortable at their assigned table. Their eyes darted around the venue, wide with wonder as they took in the sheer opulence and grandeur that surrounded them. The very fact that they were here still felt like a dream, a surreal experience that they could scarcely believe. The three - day event unfolded like a dazzling tapestry of medical discoveries. One groundbreaking revelation after another was presented, leaving the audience spellbound. Each new insight was like a precious gem, adding to the collective wisdom of the medical community. Josh couldn't shake t
"Dr. Cullen, for you," came a soft, dulcet voice. Bienley, in the midst of his rounds in the bustling emergency room, turned towards the sound. What greeted his eyes was nothing short of unexpected.A tiny figure, scarcely reaching four feet in height, stood beside the hospital bed. In her small hands, she held a vibrant bouquet of sunflowers, their bright yellow petals adding a splash of color to the otherwise sterile environment. Her face was a vision of innocence, framed by a halo of soft curls. A sweet smile played on her lips, accentuating the adorable dimples that adorned her cheeks."Thank you for saving my papa," she piped up, her eyes shining with pure admiration as she lifted the bouquet towards Bienley. The words were filled with a child's unbridled gratitude, cutting through the chaos of the emergency room like a warm ray of sunshine."Thank you, Claire. Your papa is doing really well, and he'll be able to go home for a few days," Bienley replied with a gentle smile as
"Do you think your Abuelo could know my father?" Bienley inquired, his forehead creased with deep furrows. There was a hint of desperation in his voice, a longing for a connection he'd never had."Like I said, I'm not sure, Babe. I don't want to get your hopes up with just guesses," Devon replied. A fleeting thought had crossed his mind earlier, but now he regretted even bringing it up. "I might be way off. Just forget what I said." He didn't want to toy with Bienley's feelings. If he was wrong, it would crush Bienley.He gently cupped Bienley's face, his touch tender. "Let's just drop it, okay? It could be nothing more than a coincidental resemblance."Bienley offered a soft smile, trying to ease Devon's worry. "Don't worry. It's highly unlikely my father knew your grandfather. I'm not dwelling on it. These things happen." Truthfully, for a split second, a glimmer of hope had ignited within Bienley. Even though he didn't often think about his father, this unexpected mention made
"I will never fuck someone else's girl," he said coldly, glancing at the girl who was sitting demurely on the bed. "I understand the rules, Bienley. I was not with anyone, I swear." She lifted her hand to make a pledge, frantically convincing him. They have been talking for some minutes since they entered the hotel room. She believed it would be easy to persuade the famed casanova, but she was mistaken. Bienley Cullen, an incoming freshman medical student at KD University. Famed for his casanova reputation since high school, girls desperately fights for a chance to have a night with him. The pale tone of his completely faultless skin, almond-shaped eyes with long luxurious lashes, and unusually red lips did not diminish his manly features. He has the ethereal beauty of a goddess, yet he has the herculean deportment that girls adore. "Well, this social media post I inadvertently stumbled across suggests otherwise," Bienley said, holding his phone up to her face, making her pale....
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