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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.

Feeling overwhelmed by loneliness, I installed a one-way mirror in the bedroom of the apartment next door, which I specifically rent out to muscular men. One day, through the mirror on the wall, I watched my tenant with his girlfriend, caught up in their fiery passion. I couldn't help but be drawn to his strong physique and impressive size. One day, I pulled him into a small, dimly lit cubicle with me...

Blurb. " You kept my son from me for five years?" Alexander's voice cracked with disbelief , anger radiating off him as he towered over Daniela.She squared her shoulders, though her hands trembled. " I didnt think it mattered back then. I was nothing to you Alexander . Just a distraction- a side chick you could forget the moment I walked out of your life". " That's not fair !" He snapped , his jaw tightening . " You knew what my life was like. I didnt...." " You didnt think about me did you?" She interrupted her voice rising. " After that one night, you moved on as if nothing happened. But i was left with something i couldn't ignore- our son". Alexander froze his piercing gaze searching hers . " You could have come back. You could have told me" . " I tried!" Daniela shot back her voice breaking. " But when i saw you again, you were with her - the perfect fiancee , the love of your life. I realised I'd just be a complication in your already perfect world ". " You don't get to make that choice for me,"he said, his voice low and trembling with restrained fury. " I deserve to know . Noah deseves to know who is father was". Tears welled up in her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. " Maybe I was wrong , but i didn't want my child growing up feeling unwanted ... like i was nothing more than a mistake to you ".

"Dirty little liar," I muttered, my voice low and condescending. She always played the innocent card so well, but this... this was a deliberate choice. She knew what she was doing when she slipped these on before coming to my office. I lifted the lace to my nostrils, inhaling deeply, letting her essence fill me. My tongue darted out, dragging across the fabric to taste the remnants of her wetness. It was electric, but this couldn't compare to the real thing. I didn't even realize when my hand moved on its own, stroking the hardness straining against my trousers. It wasn't enough. Sliding the panties over my head like a crude mask, I stared into the bathroom mirror, the lace clinging to my skin like a second layer. The absurdity of my reflection didn't faze me—it rarely did. *** After being crowned the sexiest woman in North America, Bianca's world was turned upside down by a life-threatening heart condition. But everything changed when she awoke with a new heart-a gift from a mysterious stranger who wished to remain anonymous. Bianca meets the devil-Dante Wentworth, a DID billionaire who wants nothing more than to claim the body she craves to offer. Despite her best efforts to resist his magnetic pull, Bianca can't help but feel drawn to him, and her borrowed heart seems to ache for him more with every passing moment, turning her into a slave of rootless desires. To Dante, she's nothing but a plaything-a simple conquest. And he's bent on exploiting her obsession with him to its fullest. But what happens when Bianca discovers that her time left is limited and that some people are just irredeemable? Will she ever uncover who her donor was to Dante?

My mother was the best portrait artist in the police station. She had a strong sense of justice and brooked no evil. However, all I got was a sharp retort when I called her to save me. "You know it's your sister's coming-of-age celebration today, and you're cursing her? Kidnapped, are you? Fine, the kidnappers can kill you for all I care." She assumed it was a prank call. So, she refused to go to the police station and do her job. I wasn't saved in time and was tortured to death. When the DNA report came out, she came to the scene all wobbly. She drew a portrait of me with my bones as reference, her hand trembling all the way. "Jessica? It can't be her. This is a mistake!" She tried again and again. Yet, it didn't matter how many times she redid it as the portrait showed my face. My mother, who had hated me my whole life, teared up.

This book is not suitable for young and sensitive readers. Contains topics and situations intended for mature readers only. Read at your risk. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! Soleil Yna Ong, heiress to the Ong Group of Companies, faces the ultimate betrayal when her boyfriend, Jared Joaquin, abandons her while she’s pregnant. Her family believes that having a child out of wedlock will bring bad luck and shame, leaving her desperate to protect her family’s reputation and secure her inheritance. Her path crosses with Lysander Alcantara, the country’s president’s son and CEO of Asian Airlines. After an unexpected kiss, Soleil boldly proposes, “Now that you’ve kissed me, marry me.” Lysander refuses, but at her father’s 60th birthday, with a bold move, Soleil shocks everyone by introducing him as her fiancé. Trapped by her lie and fearing scandal, Lysander agrees to a loveless marriage of convenience. Can Soleil keep her secret and secure her place in the family? Or will her lie backfire? And as they navigate their fake marriage, will love find its way, or will their hearts stay cold?

I never thought fairy tales could actually be real. But my belief that they weren't quickly came crashing down when I, Katherine Cain, met a man completely opposite of me; Virgo Dacien. You see, half of my face is a birthmark, making me look extremely different from everyone- ugly, as everyone preferred to say. Virgo on the other hand? His hair was black as night, his eyes the lightest shade of blue, with a chiseled, stubble covered jaw, and the most perfect teeth i'd ever seen. And he was outrageously strong..... and terrifyingly warm. Though, I can't complain much. His strength saved me from plummeting to my death and his heat warmed me from a chilled breeze. But little did I know, Virgo was much more than a man, but a beast, and he was about to drag me into a fantasy world filled with mythical fights, a rejected luna, and a target being placed on my back that everyone, myth and reality alike, wanted to take a shot at at any given chance. Will he be able to save me?

I was pregnant. On my way to deliver documents to Tristan Goldberg, a flash flood struck. Desperate, I dialed his number, praying he’d answer. After a few rings, the call connected. But instead of Tristan, a woman’s voice answered. "Tristan, whose number is this? Do you want to answer it?" There was a brief pause, and then Tristan’s voice, cold and indifferent, cut through. "It’s just my maid. Ignore it. Hang up." And just like that, the call disconnected. Staring at the torrent rising around me, my pulse quickened. I texted him, begging for him to send a rescue team. Minutes passed as the waters climbed to my waist, churning and relentless. Then, a message from Tristan finally appeared. Tristan: [What kind of ridiculous story are you making up now?] Tristan: [Emily, do you think you're eighteen, playing these childish games? I want that document in my hands within thirty minutes, or we're getting divorced.] A surge of terror shot through me as I looked up, catching sight of a heavy branch snapping loose and crashing down. In an instant, everything went dark.

Trevor Farren cheated on me—with a hostess, no less. He bought her a villa, handbags, necklaces, and even whisked her away to the Maldives. Everything I had, she had too. In my fury, I resolved to retaliate. I found myself in the smoky halls of a nightclub, learning shameful, provocative moves from the women there. I would seduce him and make him fall for me all over again. I vowed to crush him in the end. I'd ruin him. Strip him of everything he held dear until he tasted the bitterness of despair, the way I had. Standing before the mirror, I traced my curves with a sly smile. "Trevor, do you like what you see?"

I was blind This is my fault, isn't it? The man I loved, and I thought he was going to protect me all my life is the one who sold me off to an unknown man. I spent a night with that man. I wanted to kill myself and end my misery. But the man I spent a night with stopped me. He made me an offer: he would give me my sight back, in return, I had to become his woman. In the moment of despair, I choose survival over everything else. After my sight was restored, I did what I thought was justice- I shot my vile ex-boyfriend. I spared his life, but only so he would live with the consequences of his betrayal. Then I ran. I couldn't be anyone's woman. But even as I escaped, one name lingered in my mind, Zac Bratva. I could never forget him. How could I? He was the father of my son. "It's been five years, huh! You think you can escape me." I was startled, hearing the familiar voice before looking around. "I don't know what you are saying, sir. I don't know you," I stammered, fear tightening around my throat. "Seems like I have to help you to recall!" He said, his voice sharp. But before I could react, he pressed his gun against my head and said, "I am Zac Bratva, the godfather," he growled, "Yet you are brave enough to play with me. Now, Get inside the car, Woman!" "Godfather! What?!" My head erupted.