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Multimillionaire Mark Molt leads a double life between his wife and his mistress. When both worlds collide, Mark is left to choose. Will he make the right choice when both women bare his children? Only one woman is left standing while the other is Cheated by the CEO.
* Best CEO ever, Mark Molt!!! *
*clap, clap, clap*
Everyone applauded as Mark stood in the centre of the law firm. He smiled from ear to ear, showing of his deep dimples. He was every girls dream guy, but he was also a married man with kids. The ultimate party animal. With hair so black and sleek and a well chiseled face, he could be called God's gift to women. His eyes so blue like the deepest ocean and lips that invited you in, woman had to fight the urge that he is a happily married man. The only motivation they had to remind them was the white gold band on his ring finger. He sipped his whiskey that his best friend, Charlie handed him as he looked around the room. Everyone was stunning, including the ugly duckling of the firm, Jessica Brown.
As a joke, they gave her a gift box to hand him. She walked through the crowd stumbling in her heels. This was not her usual get up. She usually had her hair up in a messy bun, formal baggy pants, long bulky sweaters and pumos but today she looked like a minx.
As she reached closer towards him, a foot stuck out and she stumbled across the floor almost throwing herself at him.
Mark expertly grabbed her in his arms as her hair brushed his face. Jessica looked up at him, embarrassed. Her white cheeks now red as a tomato. The gift she was carrying dropped onto the floor and opened up revealing a leopard print male thong and handcuffs.
Everyone roared in laughter as Charlie picked up the items in the air for everyone to see. Mark knew this was a joke. His office staff always preyed on the weak and unfortunately for the last 6 months it was Jessica.
Jessica looked at the items and then at Mark, a single tear slipped her eye as she dashed to the bathroom stumbling along the way.
Before she reached the bathroom, the heel on ther red stiletto gave in and she fell onto the hard tiled floor.
* crack*
Her ankle twisted and she laid sprawled on the floor. The pain radiated up her calf as she tried to sit up.
A large set of hands picked her up swiftly and placed her on a nearby chair. She looked into the deep blue eyes of her saviour. His face was in a frown," why on earth would you be wearing a shoe you can't walk in, let alone run in?".
Jessica stared at him blankly, she was in so much pain her brain could not process the words coming out of his mouth. He straightened her leg.
"Ouch", Jessica cried.
Mark ran his hand over her ankle and asked her to wiggle her toes, " seems like nothing is broken, just a minor sprain".
He called Charlie and asked him to take her to the hospital and thereafter to her home to rest.
" Please recover, your health is important" Mark said as he turned around and headed back to the party.
Jessica's heart warmed at his concern which was short lived. Charlie steadied her on her feet and swung her arm around his neck forcing her to hop on her right leg to the elevator. He was annoyed. He would be missing the party because of this ugly fugly duckling.
He took her to the Emergency room at Winston private hospital. " What's yout husbands number", he asked rolling his eyes. Jessica called out the numbers as he dailed.
After two rings the call was picked up.
" Hello, is this Mr Brown?, it's Jessica's managing supervisor at work. Please can you fetch your wife from Winston private hospital, she has a sprained ankle".
" And so what must I do, she shouldn't have even been at that party in the first damn place. After hours, shaking her damn ass at work while I'm watching our daughter............. It's not my problem" Simon Brown shouted through the phone before hanging up.
Jessica could tell by the look on Charlie's face that the conversation did not go well. She knew her husband was a good for damn nothing, but that was her everyday life. Charlie looked at her with pity, " guess I will be dropping you at home fugly".
Jessica hung her head in shame. This was her third job in one year. She always tried to hide her situation but it always became the reason behind her resignations, which were one too many.
She felt she could never make it on her own as a single parent so she just stayed with him. She played with her fingers for as she decided to submit her resignation.
Charlie waited in the waiting area as the doctor tended to her swollen foot, gently wrapping it in a crepe bandage and giving her a pethedine injection.
The nurse called Charlie in,"Sir, your wife has just been given a strong painkiller and may be disoriented and drowsy for a while. She requires lots of bed rest. You can take her home".
Charlie did not correct the nurse," He is definitely not her husband" he thought to himself. He looked at her drowsy face and his heart sank just thinking about her situation.
He wanted to help. She maybe the office ugly duckling, but she is a person after all. His conscious got the better of him. As he drove her home he wracked his brains trying to think of ways to help her.
After twenty long silent minutes he pulled into her driveway. It was a rund down building. His face was wrinkled with worry, as he looked at the shabby blocks of flats. This was a nice area ane this building stuck out like a sore thumb.
He gently lifted a sleepy Jessica and carried her to her apartment.
After the conversation he had with Simon, he knew that this would not go well. He stood at the door gathering his courage. This was not what he signed up for.
Rumors said that Lucas married an unattractive woman with no background. In the three years they were together, he remained cold and distant to Belinda, who endured in silence. Her love for him forced her to sacrifice her self-worth and her dreams. When Lucas' true love reappeared, Belinda realized that their marriage was a sham from the start, a ploy to save another woman's life. She signed the divorce papers and left. Three years later, Belinda returned as a surgical prodigy and a maestro of the piano. Lost in regret, Lucas chased her in the rain and held her tightly. "You are mine, Belinda."
“You need a bride, I need a groom. Why don’t we get married?” Both abandoned at the altar, Elyse decided to tie the knot with the disabled stranger from the venue next door. Pitying his state, she vowed to spoil him once they were married. Little did she know that he was actually a powerful tycoon. Jayden thought Elyse only married him for his money, and planned to divorce her when she was no longer of use to him. But after becoming her husband, he was faced with a new dilemma. “She keeps asking for a divorce, but I don’t want that! What should I do?”
Elena, once a pampered heiress, suddenly lost everything when the real daughter framed her, her fiancé ridiculed her, and her adoptive parents threw her out. They all wanted to see her fall. But Elena unveiled her true identity: the heiress of a massive fortune, famed hacker, top jewelry designer, secret author, and gifted doctor. Horrified by her glorious comeback, her adoptive parents demanded half her newfound wealth. Elena exposed their cruelty and refused. Her ex pleaded for a second chance, but she scoffed, “Do you think you deserve it?” Then a powerful magnate gently proposed, “Marry me?”
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.
Rena got into an entanglement with a big shot when she was drunk one night. She needed Waylen's help while he was drawn to her youthful beauty. As such, what was supposed to be a one-night stand progressed into something serious. All was well until Rena discovered that Waylen's heart belonged to another woman. When his first love returned, he stopped coming home, leaving Rena all alone for many nights. She put up with it until she received a check and farewell note one day. Contrary to how Waylen expected her to react, Rena had a smile on her face as she bid him farewell. "It was fun while it lasted, Waylen. May our paths never cross. Have a nice life." But as fate would have it, their paths crossed again. This time, Rena had another man by her side. Waylen's eyes burned with jealousy. He spat, "How the hell did you move on? I thought you loved only me!" "Keyword, loved!" Rena flipped her hair back and retorted, "There are plenty of fish in the sea, Waylen. Besides, you were the one who asked for a breakup. Now, if you want to date me, you have to wait in line." The next day, Rena received a credit alert of billions and a diamond ring. Waylen appeared again, got down on one knee, and uttered, "May I cut in line, Rena? I still want you."
They don't know I'm a girl. They all look at me and see a boy. A prince. Their kind purchase humans like me for their lustful desires. And, when they stormed into our kingdom to buy my sister, I intervened to protect her. I made them take me too. The plan was to escape with my sister whenever we found a chance. How was I to know our prison would be the most fortified place in their kingdom? I was supposed to be on the sidelines. The one they had no real use for. The one they never meant to buy. But then, the most important person in their savage land-their ruthless beast king-took an interest in the "pretty little prince." How do we survive in this brutal kingdom, where everyone hates our kind and shows us no mercy? And how does someone, with a secret like mine, become a lust slave? . AUTHOR'S NOTE. This is a dark romance-dark, mature content. Highly rated 18+ Expect triggers, expect hardcore. If you're a seasoned reader of this genre, looking for something different, prepared to go in blindly not knowing what to expect at every turn, but eager to know more anyway, then dive in! . From the author of the international bestselling book: "The Alpha King's Hated Slave."