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"Why?" she muttered as tears welled up in her eyes, "Why did you do it?" He said nothing, and only picked up a document and stretched it to her. Boldly written on it is 'Divorce Agreement'. She raised her eyes to him, studying him through blurry vision, "Why are you doing this to me?" "Clarissa is back," he said with a straight face. "Clarissa is back... that's why you sent me to another man's bed so that you can have enough evidence to divorce?" she thought to herself, not having enough guts to say it out to his face. Vanessa never thought that one day she would be sent to another man's bed by her husband. And the purpose of her husband is just to force her to divorce. Her heart was so broken that she signed the divorce agreement. However, an accident reminded her of her true identity, Sophia Blake, the heiress of the Blake Family. What will happen when Sophia Blake came back? Read to find out.
Vanessa walked into the well-furnished hotel suite, her heart beating wildly in her chest. She was following her husband Joe's directive to meet him at the hotel.
What he wanted, she had no idea. They have been married for three years, and in all of those years, this was the first time he has ever asked to meet in a hotel.
She knew they were a couple in name and on paper only, but her treacherous heart could not control the way it felt for Joe.
After inspecting every inch of the suite, she noticed a note on a side stool, held down by a glass of juice.
"The juice is for you. Make yourself comfortable. I will join you soon, Joe."
Sighing in exhaustion, she picked up the glass of juice and waltzed to the window that overlooked the city of Chicago.
"What a sight," she thought to herself as she took a tentative sip of the juice. It was very refreshing, soothing her parched throat so she gulped the remaining content of the glass.
A while later, Vanessa began to feel dizzy, and the ground beneath her felt unsteady. She managed to get to the bed where she collapsed in a heap, her body going limp.
The door to the suite opened and with great effort, she turned her head towards the door.
The hazy figure of a man walked in, broad shouldered and extremely tall, about 6'3. She could not see his face because of her dizziness, but its outline suggested that he was extremely handsome.
Her tongue felt loose and heavy, but she managed to ask, "Who are you?" No sound came out.
The man lifted her properly onto the bed, gently brushing her hair off her face. Shivers raced down her spine.
Delicately, he stripped her of her clothes, leaving her in her lingerie. He pulled off his own clothes, standing proudly naked as he began to stroke her breast.
Her body tensed up from the warmth of his hand and he cupped and caressed her breasts. She peered harder at his face, but she saw nothing as she drifted in and out of unconsciousness. Her breath left her in shallow, hazy puffs.
"What is happening to me?" she thought.
Her body lighted up like a firework when his lips closed around her breasts, drawing her nipples into the hot cavern of his mouth.
A soft moan escaped her lips. His hands traveled up and down her body, stroking her soft dewy skin, leaving sparks and goosebumps in its wake.
They went down again, stroking her inner thighs and she unconsciously parted her legs for him.
"So good," the stranger praised, his voice vibrating around her sensitive nipple. His finger slid into her vagina and every muscle in her back arched.
Her actions were unconscious because her mind rebelled against what was happening, but her body wanted more of his touch.
His finger began to move, teasing her vagina slowly, leaving her hot and wanting. More moans escaped her throat, "A..ah...ahh..."
His lips descended on hers hotly, and his tongue slid into her mouth, waging a battle with hers.
His body moved smoothly over hers and one of his hands covered her left breast while the other grabbed her thigh, pulling her center against his hardness.
Passion, emotion longing, and desire consumed him, racing through his blood and setting it on fire. He wanted more, kissing her with more passion.
"This feels so good," he moaned.
Vanessa's head blanked, making her lose control of herself and slip into unconsciousness.
"For what it's worth, I really hope it is Joe," she thought.
His lips continued their ministrations on her mouth, her face, and her neck as his hands ripped her flimsy silk lingerie apart.
A wild look entered his eyes, his breath warm on her overly sensitive skin, his touch cooling the fire under her skin. His hard body slid down hers, only to tear her panties apart and descend on her pussy with his tongue.
His hands continued to stimulate her breast as his mouth made a meal of her pussy. His tongue slicked over her wet slit and flicked at her clitoris.
Vanessa came apart with a ragged moan. The stranger said something, but it was faint. She surrendered her body completely to him.
Her body, still coming down from the high of her orgasm, fired up again when he sank his huge length into her depths without warning.
"O..oh...oohhhh," she moaned out weakly.
He pulled out of her and hugged her body to himself as he drove into her again.
Sweat shone on his face and his hair flopped into his face scrunched up in concentration as he pummelled into her.
Vanessa's arms looped lazily around his neck as she soared to heights of pleasure she has never reached before. Whimpers escaped from her throat with each thrust as he grabbed her thigh and pulled it up, going in deeper.
Her pleasure mounted, flowing through her body like molten lava, setting fire to her being.
Her skin heated and burned and her eyes rolled to the back of her head.
Her muscles tensed and quivered until the tension snapped and she wailed, her orgasm rolling through her like a wave.
He kept thrusting lazily, allowing her to ride out the wave before he came with a roar, burying his face in her neck and breathing in the scent of her.
He murmured into her neck but she was already slipping away into unconsciousness.
He set her down on the bed, brushing her damp hair away from her face.
Her body still racked with the intensity of her orgasm, and he stroked her skin, trying to calm her down.
He couldn't resist her allure, planting another kiss on her swollen and ravaged lips. He smiled when she sighed.
Vanessa was aware of his lips on hers and she sighed, tension draining from her body.
"Joe, mine," she whispered before surrendering to the cold embrace of darkness.
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."
After being kicked out of her home, Harlee learned she wasn't the biological daughter of her family. Rumors had it that her impoverished biological family favored sons and planned to profit from her return. Unexpectedly, her real father was a zillionaire, catapulting her into immense wealth and making her the most cherished member of the family. While they anticipated her disgrace, Harlee secretly held design patents worth billions. Celebrated for her brilliance, she was invited to mentor in a national astronomy group, drew interest from wealthy suitors, and caught the eye of a mysterious figure, ascending to legendary status.
"Listen, Gadreel Ødegaar," she looked at him, not hesitating this time. "It's my anniversary present for you. Let's divorce." *** Ivory Remington had sacrificed five years to look after her husband Gadreel who was in a vegetative state after an accident and a few months ago, he finally awakened like a miracle. She thought it was the start of their happy life but Gadreel still had no heart for her. On their anniversary and her birthday, she received a cheating video of her dear husband and her stepsister. Heartbroken, Ivory chose to quit this stupid game. She decided to set him free but the reason she left on the divorce agreement pierced Gadreel's noble pride. *** "Impotent? Are you serious?" He gripped her wrist and a dangerous glint flashed in his eyes. "I'm a woman, Gadreel. I'm tired of being in a sexless marriage. Let's end it once and for all." "Sexless, huh?" he chuckled lowly and without warning grabbed her chin in between his hands, pulling her face closer. "Turns out my wife was so eager to get a man between her legs? "
She was hurt. She was bullied and made fun of. And the only hope that kept her going was finding her mate. She has always been weak. Weak to the world. Why? Because she was a lantern. She didn't have a wolf. That's what everyone thought about her. When she found her mate, he wanted her to be his slut and not a wife. She might be an omega, but it doesn't mean she will take disloyalty and betrayal lightly. So she did something that no one in history ever did. She rejected an Alpha. "I, Alexis Clark, reject Brandon Sterling, the alpha of Black mist pack, and consider myself a free soul until I decide so."; Were her last words before she left that torturous place and became a rogue. A rogue that everyone was fearing and finding. Why? Because she was the rogue that has become one of the biggest problems of almost all the packs in the country. She was Alexis Clark. A rogue that rejected an Alpha, stealth food, kill other rogues, and more than that was living with humans and studying with them. What will happen when her case is given to the world's most dangerous alpha, Sebastian Sinclair, who has taken it upon himself to punish this rogue. The one who hated rogues and omega to a level that was beyond understanding. Why? Because his mate was an omega, who betrayed him with a rogue before dying. How will Alexis tackle this alpha, in whose College she was studying and living under hiding for almost a year? What will Sebastian do when he finds out the new girl he had been talking to is none other than the rogue omega that he had decided to kill? "To love you with all my might was my only wish, but you were the only one who gave me endless suffering. So today, I promise myself to not fall for anyone."; A simple saying that both Alexis and Sebastian had vowed upon. Will they be able to find their love amidst all these problems?
For the whole 17 years of her existence, Alana did not know the word freedom and happiness having been confined in the basement of her family's house accused of killing her own mother. She's beaten, cursed at, and barely survived from crumbs of food thrown at her. She thought this is her final destiny and has accepted the bitter fate of her life not until the night of her 18th birthday, a mysterious alpha appeared at her door telling her that she is the long-lost daughter of the alpha king and claiming her as his mate he's been looking for several years now.
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?