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A business deal leads to a successful marriage, but when they begin to live together, they discover it's harder than they thought if they were just pretending to be a couple.
The cold wind is like a sharp thorn that directly penetrates the clothes and penetrates the bones.
The dim yellow street lights give off a soft light that makes people feel a bit warm.
Elena put her frozen hand over her mouth. Hmm Hmm, the breath that rose up like soft smoke instantly dissipated in my heart.
She was upset for a while. What an important contract! It's so late, Auntie. She deliberately wanted her to take her to the Connor hotel and also wanted to hand it over to the CEO of the corporation, Connor Jose. Elena stood in front of the reception desk asking for Connor's room. Elena thought she had an appointment with Jordan, so she hurriedly entered the elevator.
The palace is the palace. Elena stood at the door of the 'presidential room', holding a thick contract in her hand.
The door suddenly opened and she slowly walked in.
Inside, there was an open heating system, slowly dispelling the cold air on her body. In the air,
The air wafted in with the faint scent of whiskey and tobacco. Suddenly came a sense of oppression.
She immediately turned her head! scream in surprise.
Behind her, less than a meter away, a man with sharp hawk eyes looked at her from top to bottom, thick eyebrows raised, "Are you Silas Elena?" The contours of his face seemed to be sculpted, making it impossible to grasp his emotions. But Elena could sense his hostility.
She hated this kind of feeling of oppression, franticly taking two steps back, keeping a distance from him, 'This is the contract I want.' Two hands respectfully raised the golden leather bag.
The corners of his mouth curved up a little, making people think about his dangerous smile. He didn't accept the contract but went to the bar and said, "Thank you, Miss Silas, for taking a trip so late for me." He took a glass of red whiskey. "It's so cold outside, it's better to take a sip to warm up."
"No need!" Elena detected a perilous breath on him. Take two steps back and quickly put the contract on the tea table.
Jose's lips curled up, "Are you afraid of me?" His gaze casually looked straight into hers.
"No, I just have an appointment." His gaze was too sharp. She did not dare to welcome him.
"Ah! So Miss Silas really refuses to have a drink? " He brought a glass of rose wine in front of her.
Elena knew that if she didn't drink today, she would definitely not leave this room, so she took the cup of wine, raised her head, and drank it.
"I can't see that Miss Silas is so good at drinking." There was a strange glint in his eyes.
Can I go? "Commander Connor, the contract I gave you, can I go?
He picked up the contract on the coffee table, opened it, and looked at it: "This contract I still want to see a few things that need to be repaired." "Please wait a moment, Miss Silas." After that, he sat down, took out a Montblanc fountain pen from the pocket of his suit jacket, and read it carefully.
Elena sighed, helplessly sitting down and waiting.
Jose boredly observed this 'presidential room'. In the room decorated in a magnificent European royal style, there is a glass chandelier on the ceiling. The wall lights are also designed by famous people.
Is she getting hotter and hotter, her breathing becoming faster and faster, and is the heating system on here too hot? She wore a scarf
off but still felt hot and breathless. He finally took off her jacket.
After a while, the heat in her body did not subside in the slightest, as if a fire was burning her whole body. I have a cold, so I have a fever.
He coldly glanced at her. The corner of his mouth raised an evil smile. "How are you, Miss Silas?"
"I feel so hot. Maybe I have a fever." Her consciousness gradually blurred. The moment she saw his handsome face, she suddenly had the thought of plunging into his chest, embracing him. She thought she was crazy. Shaking his head, "Commander Connor, I'm so sorry, I'm not comfortable, I have to go."
Shelly Armas' life is very... out of the ordinary. Instead of having a dream husband, she bumped into a husband who led her to her death. Yes, he is an assassin and is training Shelly to be an assassin like him.
After two years of marriage, Sadie was finally pregnant. Filled with hope and joy, she was blindsided when Noah asked for a divorce. During a failed attempt on her life, Sadie found herself lying in a pool of blood, desperately calling Noah to ask him to save her and the baby. But her calls went unanswered. Shattered by his betrayal, she left the country. Time passed, and Sadie was about to be wed for a second time. Noah appeared in a frenzy and fell to his knees. "How dare you marry someone else after bearing my child?"
Corinne devoted three years of her life to her boyfriend, only for it to all go to waste. He saw her as nothing more than a country bumpkin and left her at the altar to be with his true love. After getting jilted, Corinne reclaimed her identity as the granddaughter of the town’s richest man, inherited a billion-dollar fortune, and ultimately rose to the top. But her success attracted the envy of others, and people constantly tried to bring her down. As she dealt with these troublemakers one by one, Mr. Hopkins, notorious for his ruthlessness, stood by and cheered her on. “Way to go, honey!”
Life was perfect until she met her boyfriend's big brother. There was a forbidden law in the Night Shade Pack that if the head Alpha rejected his mate, he would be stripped of his position. Sophia's life would get connected with the law. She was an Omega who was dating the head Alpha's younger brother. Bryan Morrison, the head Alpha, was not only a cold-blooded man but also a charming business tycoon. His name was enough to cause other packs to tremble. He was known as a ruthless man. What if, by some twist of destiny, Sophia's path were to intertwine with his?
A man like Travis Sinclair wants nothing more than a woman who matches his sexual prowess and is used to getting everything he wants. A cold-hearted billionaire ,he lives by one rule - no love, no commitment. Ayanna Davies isn't looking for a relationship. She's focused on her work and the financial security it brings. As a high end escort, her client is full of filthy rich men who are willing to pay handsomely for her services. But when Travis Sinclair becomes one of her clients, she begins twice about mixing work with pleasure. Not knowing that he is an old acquaintance whom she despises.
Trigger warning!!! Intended for mature readers who enjoy morally complex, slow-burn, poseesive, forbidden, dark romance that pushes boundaries. ***EXCERPT*** Blood everywhere. Trembling hands. "No!" My eyes blurred. His lifeless eyes stared back at me, his blood pooling at my feet. The man I loved-dead. Killed by the one person I could never escape - my stepbrother. *** Kasmine's life was never hers to begin with. Kester, her stepbrother, controlled and monitored her every move. At first, it was all sweet and brotherly until it began to turn into an obsession. Kester was the Alpha, and his word was law. No close friends. No boyfriends. No freedom. The only consolation Kasmine had was her twenty-first birthday, which was supposed to change everything. She dreamt of finding her mate, escaping the sickening control of Kester, and finally claiming her own life. But fate had other plans for her. On the night of her birthday, not only was she disappointed that she wasn't mated to the love of her life, but she found out that her mate was none other than him - Her tormentor. Her stepbrother. She'd rather die than be mated to a man whom she had known as her big brother all her life. A man who would do just anything to make sure she was his. But when love turns to obsession, and obsession turns to blood, how far can one girl run before she realizes there is nowhere else to run to?
Darya spent three years loving Micah, worshipping the ground he walked on. Until his neglect and his family's abuse finally woke her up to the ugly truth-he doesn't love her. Never did, never will. To her, he is a hero, her knight in shining armour. To him, she is an opportunist, a gold digger who schemed her way into his life. Darya accepts the harsh reality, gathers the shattered pieces of her dignity, divorces him, takes back her real name, reclaims her title as the country's youngest billionaire heiress. Their paths cross again at a party. Micah watches his ex-wife sing like an angel, tear up the dance floor, then thwart a lecher with a roundhouse kick. He realises, belatedly, that she's exactly the kind of woman he'd want to marry, if only he had taken the trouble to get to know her. Micah acts promptly to win her back, but discovers she's now surrounded by eligible bachelors: high-powered CEO, genius biochemist, award-winning singer, reformed playboy. Worse, she makes it pretty clear that she's done with him. Micah gears up for an uphill battle. He must prove to her he's still worthy of her love before she falls for someone else. And time is running out.