Eva Marshall is a miserable girl. Her parents were murdered. After her parents' death, she spent miserable life but when she joined Radio her life changed at once. Travis is a successful billionaire. His business spread all over the world. He is the owner of black and white. He converts dust into precious gold. His mother committed suicide due to a pang of guilt. Logan is Mafia's boss. He loves Ava but Ave rejected him. As a reaction he kidnapped Ava. But all in vain Ava still rejected him because he is the Mafia's boss he plays with the life of innocent people. Hunter is Logan's right hand and he can do everything for Logan. He is Loyal to Logan. Brown is a Gang owner. Once his gang jumped into Travis's house to escape from the police. But Travis saves them from the police. Cielo is Ava's best friend. Ava has a good relationship with Cielo's family.
Running was never in Ava Marshall's book. But there was no way she could stay in Crow Valley, not if he was back. Why had he come back?
She felt sick to her stomach as she rushed into her home. Her parents had left it to her in their will after an unfortunate accident.
With her hands shaking, she couldn't get the key into the lock. Closing her eyes, she took several deep breaths and started again. She had to focus, to be in control.
There was no way she could allow herself to make a mistake.
Once the key was in the lock, she turned it, clicking it open. Rushing inside, she slammed the door closed, throwing each bolt across the door before heading up to her bedroom.
She'd never moved into the main bedroom. Her parents had been dead for years, but she'd stuck to her old room.
She went straight to the closet, grabbed her suitcase, and started to fill it. How long had he been in town?
She didn't know when he got back, but if he was here again, then it wouldn't be long before he followed. People were talking about him like he'd been a missed member of society.
Working at the library, she rarely got any updates from anyone, but then, no one really liked her.
She felt sick to her stomach just thinking about it.
With most of her clothes crammed into the suitcase, she closed it, using as much strength as she could. Next, she grabbed her passport, money, and any paperwork she'd need.
If he didn't stay long, she could come back. She loved her family home, and even though Crow Valley had never accepted her, not after what she did, it was at least home.
With her bag and case in hand, she ran downstairs, nearly falling in her haste to get away. Holding onto the railing, she felt another wave of sickness, and she had no choice but to sit down.
Letting go of her bag and case, she spread her thighs, putting her head between them and taking several deep breaths.
"It's fine. I'm fine. I'm going to be fine." No matter how much she repeated the words, it seemed she was lost to the fear.
"I'm shocked at just how sexy he looks," Martha, one of the stepmoms who attended the crafting class at the library, said. "I haven't seen him in years, and do you know what I heard?"
"What?" Nancy asked.
"He's loaded. Like, ridiculously wealthy. I've heard it's not all legal either. He's dangerous."
"Please, if he does that, why did he come back here?"
"No one can pin anything on him. He's like a crime lord. Or a drug one. I tell you, you should have seen those smoking hot eyes of his.
He could do whatever he wanted to me," Martha said with a sigh. "It would beat having to figure out sewing a damn Halloween costume."
"Why did he have to leave again? It has been what? Twelve years?"
"About that. Logan Stanford and all of his buddies had to leave because of her."
The moment she heard that name, Ava knew she was in trouble. No one had said that name to her in years, or the other name, but they didn't need to say his name, for her to know he wouldn't be far behind Logan.
Tears filled her eyes, and she lifted up, breathing deeply.
"She's the one who accused him of sexual assault."
Instead of arguing with Martha and Nancy about what actually happened twelve years ago, she'd left the class.
There was no point in teaching gossip. They came to class to bring more meaning to their lives, but all she ever heard from them was how boring it was being a stepmom and trying to make a family work.
The sickness passed, and she got to her feet and went straight to the kitchen. Logan and his friends were never supposed to return to Crow Valley.
She was promised he'd stay far away from her. Opening the fridge, the ink she had on her arm caught her attention. Never Forget. Two words, in fancy writing, and in a border of red roses.
Dropping her arm, she covered the marks as a fresh wave of tears filled her eyes. She shook a little. But this was useless.
She'd be able to get food on the road. There was no point in waiting around. The longer she lingered, the more chance of him coming for her, increased.
He'd promised her one day, that he'd find a way to get to her. To make her pay. She'd stayed in town, determined to make a life for herself.
He shouldn't be back, but with Logan back, he would be arriving soon, she just knew it.
She should have been safe.
Grabbing her bag and case, she stepped out of her house, locking the door. She turned to see a man standing at the end of her garden.
Her parents hadn't been wealthy. They'd been able to buy this place outright after they got married.
Both her mother and father had been city kids but wanted to raise a family in a small town. Crow Valley was a small town, and well, there hadn't been any more kids.
She remembered the yearning she always had, and they'd not considered adopting. Instead, they had put all of their love and hope in her.
Now she was alone.
"Ava Marshall?" the man asked.
Fear tightened around her chest.
"Who is asking?"
"I am. Are you Ava Marshall?"
The man was tall. She noticed the ink on his neck. Across the street was a black four-wheel drive. She'd never been good with makes or models. It stood out on the street.
Most of the people drove family cars, but this one looked like the kind in gangster movies. Now she felt silly.
"No," she said, the lie dropping from her with ease. There was no point in prolonging this meeting. "Excuse me."
Kate Smith is a poor girl. Her grandmother and dad were paralyzed. She wants to protect them but she hasn't money. For the sake of his father and Grandmother, she has contracted marriage with Joseph Smith. She loves Carson, Carson was her Ceo. But bitter fate snatched Carson from her. Joseph Smith was a very famous Billionaire all over the world. He can do anything for his pleasure. He loved Anna too much, but Anna died in the accident. He thought Kate was responsible for her death. He wanted to take revenge on Kate. As a result, Kate was spending miserable marriage life. He tore Kate's clothes off and grabbed her wrists while biting her lips. Joseph was just like an angry beast in the dark who longed to catch the prey he was hunting. He grasped Katie's breasts hard and then reached down, tearing off Katie's panties, Samuel was Joseph's cousin. He loves Kate but Kate didn't. now, he was determined for Kate. Dora was Anna's mother. She was a greedy woman, she wants shares of Smith's business.
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.
For as long as Emily can remember, she has wanted to overcome her shyness and explore her sexuality. Still, everything changes when she receives an invitation to visit one of the town's most prestigious BDSM clubs, DESIRE'S DEN. On the day she chose to peruse the club, she noticed three men, all dressed in suits, standing on the upper level, near the railing. Despite her limited vision, she persisted in fixating on them. Their towering statues belied the toned bodies concealed by their sharply tailored suits-or so she could tell. The hair of two of them was short and dark, and the third had light brown-possibly blond-hair that reached the shoulders. The dark, crimson background incised their figures, exuding an air of mystery and strength. They stood in stark contrast to the unfiltered, primal energy that pulsed through the club. Shocked by the desires these men aroused in her, she was disappointed to learn that they were masters seeking a slave to divide and conquer. She couldn't afford the fee, and she also realized that they were outside her league. Emily hurriedly left the club, feeling disappointed and depressed, unaware that she had also caught the group's attention. A world of wicked pleasure, three handsome men. Over the years, they have lived a life of decadence, their lavish lair serving as a stage for their most sinister desires. But despite the unending parade of willing subjects, one woman sticks out. A mysterious stranger with white porcelain skin and a killer body, a slave, a name with no address, the first lady to attract their eye and they will go to any length to obtain her no matter the consequences.
Kara Martin was known as Miss Perfect. She was a beauty with good personality and successful career. Unfortunately, her life changed at one night. She was accused of adultery, losing her job, and abandoned by her fiance. The arrogant man who slept with her did not want to take responsibility. He even threatened to kill her if they met again. What's worse, Kara was pregnant with twins and she chose to give birth to them. Four and a half years later, Kara returned to work at a large company. As the secretary, she would frequently face their notorious CEO. Kara thought it wouldn't be a problem, but as it turned out ... the CEO was the father of the twins!
Blinded in a crash, Cary was rejected by every socialite—except Evelina, who married him without hesitation. Three years later, he regained his sight and ended their marriage. "We’ve already lost so many years. I won’t let her waste another one on me." Evelina signed the divorce papers without a word. Everyone mocked her fall—until they discovered that the miracle doctor, jewelry mogul, stock genius, top hacker, and the President's true daughter… were all her. When Cary came crawling back, a ruthless tycoon had him kicked out. "She's my wife now. Get lost."
Rachel used to think that her devotion would win Brian over one day, but she was proven wrong when his true love returned. Rachel had endured it all—from standing alone at the altar to dragging herself to the hospital for an emergency treatment. Everyone thought she was crazy to give up so much of herself for someone who didn’t return her feelings. But when Brian received news of Rachel’s terminal illness and realized she didn’t have long to live, he completely broke down. "I forbid you to die!" Rachel just smiled. She no longer needed him. "I will finally be free."
The whispers said that out of bitter jealousy, Hadley shoved Eric's beloved down the stairs, robbing the unborn child of life. To avenge, Eric forced Hadley abroad and completely cut her off. Years later, she reemerged, and they felt like strangers. When they met again, she was the nightclub's star, with men ready to pay fortunes just to glimpse her elusive performance. Unable to contain himself, Eric blocked her path, asking, "Is this truly how you earn a living now? Why not come back to me?" Hadley's lips curved faintly. "If you’re eager to see me, you’d better join the queue, darling."