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“Have you ever imagine yourself loving me,even for once?’” Giselle asked hopefully, expecting a positive answer. He laughed. “Look Giselle, everything between us is purely business and pleasure, nothing more ,don’t ever forget that “ Her phone continued to ring as she walked through the court’s hallway. Definitely ,she knew it was her family members . They might have heard what she just did; terminated her arranged marriage . At the same time, Julian,a famous billionaire and longtime crush of Giselle, had also being abandoned by his fiancée at the altar for another man. Desperate to finally be with the love of her life, without thinking about the consequences of her actions, offered herself as a replacement bride to spare him from embarrassment. After Giselle endured a loveless and toxic marriage for three years, Giselle begs for a divorce after being framed by Mrs Walker and Gwen,ex-fiancé of Julian. She vowed to find another man who would love, cherish and worship her as the queen she is. This was her wish if she was to marry a second time. A year later, they meet again. Julian confronted Giselle, demanding, “Do not let other men touch you!” “And what if I do?”, I resorted indifferently, shocking Julian with my new attitude. “You don’t want to know”, he replied in a raged tone. “Look Mr. Walker, I never liked my experience living with you and in case you forgot I’m not your wife anymore”, I shot back faunting my naked ring finger in his face. “Now if you would excuse me”, I continued before disdainfully turning and walking away, leaving him behind.

“Don't! My body is a temple of the Lord!” I shivered at the sound and raid in my voice as I held his gaze. He let out a small chuckle, a smirk slowly crawling to his lips. “Your body belongs to me–” he grabbed my naked ass, forcefully pulling me to make contact with his hardened body. “I, Vermont Cardonisss, am now your Lord, little pet. Bend over!” *** It is better to be a slave to a mafia than to be a sex toy of your very own father. On this account, Grace agrees to pay the debts of her father to the sexy and brutal mafia, Vermont Cardoniss. It becomes a bloody entanglement of two incessant individuals where Vermont seems too ruthless to repent and Grace, too religious to be laid. Would it be a case of a good girl turned naughty or the redemption of a cold-blooded mafia? [Content Guidance: This book is intended for adult as it contains explicit sexual and violence scenes]

“ Take off your robes,” Ava heard the command and the other slaves obeyed almost immediately. They took off their robes, and their almost naked body came into view except for the tiny little lace that covered nothing but their nipples and balls. The male slave's dick dangled and Ava looked away, still clutching her robe to herself. How could she undress in front of this multitude? What kind of humiliation was this? The audience erupted into murmurs, indecent comments flying from every corner. “ Steele, you slave seemed to be a disobedient one,” Ava heard the man's stern words and she turned to see Jacob’s stern gaze on her. She gulped and slowly let go of her robe. It fell to the ground and the audience gasped at the sight of her nakedness. Her hands clenched into fists by her side, resisting the urge to pick her robe from the floor and cover herself from their lustful eyes. “ Shit! How did Jacob get himself such a perfect slave?” Panic gripped Ava. No. It cannot be what she is thinking. She wasn't about to fuck these people. No. Jacob cannot make her do this. I was only his tool for power and revenge. I should have known he was no ordinary man but knowing wouldn't have changed anything. I was helpless, trapped with no choice and he was my savior from the Slave den back then. My hatred for him wouldn’t have allowed me to go with someone else. It’s not like I had a choice to choose my buyer. He was the highest bidder and I’m a commodity he bought from an illegal market. A commodity he has great plans for. His tool for power and revenge but I hate that my heart palpates for him.

The only audible sounds for the next few minutes were the platters of rain against the window and our heavy breathing. I saw him walk his naked ass to the bedside drawer, returning with a document in his hands. "What's this?", I questioned as I reluctantly took it from him. "A contract you need to sign to live." I grew silent as I read through the document. "If you sign that, you're going to be mine and mine alone. I'm going to have you whenever I want, and do with you whatever I please. In return, your father gets to live." *** Sofia's miserable life even darker when she is forced to be the payment for her father's debt to the most ruthless Mafia Lord in the city. Enzo had just one taste of her from a one night stand, and now he can't get her off his head. To keep her close he makes her sign a contract - BE MY SEX DOLL, AND IN RETURN, YOUR FATHER GETS TO LIVE. How long will the lustful contract hold? How will Sofia survive when she's suddenly exposed to the dark rollercoaster of Enzo's underworld? Will she keep being his private prostitute, or will there ever be an unlikely spark of love and desire?

"I am yours, Scarlett," he cut me off and my words got caught in my throat. "I belong to you. My body is yours. My soul is yours. . ." I blinked slowly as I stared up at him with wide eyes. What was this man talking about? I wanted to refuse it, to push it aside as just mere talk but his golden eyes were blazing into mine. There was so much determination in his voice that I just had to believe him. "You can see me naked whenever you want. You can touch me whenever you want," he whispered. —------------------- Right from the day my mother brought me into the world, she hated me as if I was the devil’s spawn itself. She abused me every chance she got and made me hate myself. Things only got worse when she forced me to take my sister’s place– her precious daughter– and marry a total pervert– Marco Bianchi, as it was my family’s way of upholding our allegiance with the Bianchi Family. It was either I married him or she cut off my medical bills and leave me for dead. I had no choice but to accept and was going to marry Marco until I met him– Viktor Marcelli– the most feared ruthless Mafia Leader who had a heart as dark as his past. He waltzed into my wedding, shattered my world and offered me a choice: Go ahead and Marry Marco, the pervert and monster I knew, or take my chance with him– a total stranger who could either become my savior or destroy what was left of my soul…

Ophelia, the daughter of Ryan and Avery, was the only survivor of the attack on the moonshine pack in the southern region. Losing her entire pack made her a Lone wolf. Hated and despised by her own kind. Her father made a request when their pack was attacked. She was to find her uncle and deliver a message. Which inadvertently sends her on a journey to the north. Ophelia had always wanted to be free, to make her own choices and experience human love, not a forced bond. She wanted to love on her own terms, but nature had set her on a different course. During this journey, Ophelia discovers that she is mated to the Monarch, and it is her second shot at life. As if playing a cruel joke on them, nature paired a Lonewolf with the Monarch, a man with no tolerance for weakness, to a woman born from an ordinary wolf. A woman who did not even want a mate. Ophelia cannot morph into her wolf until she fully remembers who she is. Her body has to merge with her soul to trigger the transformation process; she is set on a quest to remember. She uncovers secrets she discovered in her past life, and with the help of Aaron, her mate, they unravel the mystery behind the existence of the half-bloods and identify the traitor in their ranks. Together, they save humanity from the torment brought to them by the half-bloods, rescue the captured wolves, and avenge their fallen heroes (her parents). They bring order back to the world. Proving that love can be found in the most unusual of places.

Abigail suffered betrayal by her fiancé and her best friend. They were to have a picturesque cruise wedding, but she discovered them naked in the bed meant for her wedding night. In a fury of anger and a thirst for revenge, she drowned her sorrows in alcohol. The following morning, she awoke in an unfamiliar bed, with her family's sworn enemy beside her.

Sophie thought she had everything she ever wanted—an incredible life and a boyfriend, Aaron, who was her entire world. Or so she believed. After all the sacrifices and unwavering love she gave him, Aaron repaid her with the ultimate betrayal. He didn’t just cheat—he had the audacity to look down on her afterward, completely unremorseful. Should Sophie crumble in heartbreak and misery? Absolutely not. If Aaron thought he could discard her, he was dead wrong. And what better way to reclaim her power than by using his irresistibly powerful uncle? It wasn’t her original plan, but marrying Damien Cavanaugh turned out to be the best impulsive decision she had ever made. And her heart? That belongs to no one. Not ever again. And Damien Cavernaugh? He new Sophie before she even knew herself, and he's something dangerous she was never meant to collide with. What happens when their unknowingly intertwined lives spiral into something unpredictable? Will Sophie ever be able to stand the dark past and grave secrets of the man she thought she could simply use to get back at her ex? _________________ This book is a sequel of “Mommy, Please Spare Daddy!” Though it can be read as a standalone.

Diana had it all planned–– the perfect wedding, the dream house, the future she'd always wanted with the man she loved. But nothing could prepare her for the betrayal that shattered her world… Brian married her sister instead. Heartbroken and humiliated, Diana makes a choice she can't even remember. She married Aaron Miles, her boss's boss and one of the most powerful men in the city. Was this a fresh start? Or another trap?

"Don't dream of belonging to anyone else. Your breath, your heartbeat, your body - they are mine, and I will take you by force, no matter what. I am Asher Martin, and I will make you my Luna." Tears streamed down Sage Holton's face as her life and circumstances changed in an instant, turning to ashes as Asher came to claim her by force and make her his forever. --- There was a beautiful scent clinging to me, like marmalade, roses, and honeyed strawberries. I didn’t know why, but suddenly my wolf spoke, saying, "Mate." I responded in shock, "Mate!" Of course, I nearly went mad. I am an Alpha Gamma with hybrid blood, and that little girl is of pure lineage. Even though I don't accept the laws of the Moon Goddess, I know that one of her laws is that mates must be of the same pure lineage, though it is possible to marry and love someone from another lineage. I kept pacing around, and then I remembered—I had thrown her out, naked! I looked out the window at the sky; it was raining heavily, it was late, and I had cast her out. I shouldn't have gone near her, but what happened, happened.