Asher's hands balled into fists as he tried to resist the temptation of her nearness. "You're playing a dangerous game, Isabella," he warned. "Am I?" Isabella's voice was low and husky as she pressed herself even closer to him. "Maybe I like danger, Asher. Maybe I like the way you look at me when you're angry." . . After her sister's murder in New York City, Isabella Claire Robbinson is determined to bring the killer to justice, even if it means betraying her best friend Natasha Jackson, and marrying her unsuspecting fiancé, Asher Theodore Jonathan. As Isabella delves deeper into the investigation, Asher starts to question his loyalty to Natasha as he witnesses a side of Isabella he never expected, plunging him into a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. Their connection grows stronger, fueled by an intense and forbidden desire that lingers beneath the surface. But as Isabella unravels the truth, she finds herself facing a difficult choice-one that could jeopardize everything. She carries a secret, a revelation that will forever bind her to Asher. Forced to keep her secret hidden, Isabella's life and the life of her most loved one become targets for her enemies. As they navigate the treacherous waters of their forced marriage, Isabella and Asher must confront their pasts, question their loyalties, and determine what they truly want in the future. Will Isabella's pursuit of justice lead her to the killer, or will her own desires and emotions betray her? Can Asher forgive Isabella's betrayal, or will it be too late to salvage their relationship? Amidst the dangerous web of deceit and intrigue, they embark on a desperate search for truth and redemption. Will they find the answers they seek, or will the shadows of their pasts consume them both? Join the journey of Asher and Isabella in 'Deadly Desire'; where lust and revenge collide.
"Passion and fury burned within us, igniting a fire that we couldn't extinguish, no matter how hard we tried."
Yes, yes!
She has asked herself thousands of times, is all of this worth it? The lies, the secrets, the sacrifice? Most importantly betraying her best friend of ten years.
She doesn't know anymore.
Isabella sat alone in her office, staring blankly at the wall. It had been two years since her sister passed away, but the pain never faded. She had lost her to the game of the business world, where success came at a price, and the price was often too high.
Like her, her sister had been ambitious, driven, and fiercely independent. She had always been her role model, her guiding light. But the more she climbed the ladder of success, the further away she seemed to drift.
She had watched her sister become a shell of her former self, consumed by her work, and her ambition. She had watched her become a stranger, someone she no longer recognized. And then, one day, she was gone, leaving behind a trail of broken dreams and shattered promises.
Now, she wondered if the success price was too high. Was it worth sacrificing everything, even the ones you love, to achieve your goals? She couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt and regret, wondering if she could have done more to save her sister, to keep her from falling down that dark path.
As she sat there lost in thought, Asher burst into her office, his forest-green eyes ablaze with anger. In his hand, he clutched a crumpled piece of paper, which he slammed down on her desk.
Isabella looked up from her computer screen, her light brown eyes curious as she observed his demeanor. "What's wrong, Asher?" she asked calmly.
Gritting his teeth, "What's wrong?" he asked. "That's all you have to ask. What the hell is this?!" he said, shoving the crumpled paper under her nose.
Without paying a glance at the paper, "Did you fail your language class, Asher? It is clearly written at the top: 'Marriage Contract', ever heard of one?" she asked with a sinfully sweet smile.
Asher's voice shook with fury as he spoke. "How could you do this to Natasha?" he demanded. "She's my fiancé, your best friend, and you're betraying her by taking me away from her."
Isabella raised an eyebrow at his outburst but didn't show any sign of backing down. "Natasha will get over it," she replied coolly. "And you should know by now that in business, there are no friends. Only competitors."
"She would never forgive you, never!" His voice roared in her perfectly decorated cabin.
"What makes you think I want her forgiveness?"
His hands shook with rage as he glared at Isabella, "You're a monster," he spat. "I don't love you, and I never will. So why are you doing this? What could you possibly gain by ruining my life and betraying your supposed best friend?"
Isabella stood up from her desk and walked towards Asher, her heels clicking on the floor. "You know exactly what I want," she said, her voice low and menacing. "I want your company. And I'm not afraid to take it from you, by any means necessary."
Asher felt his blood boil as he listened to her words. He couldn't believe he had ever trusted her, let alone been a friend to her at one point. "You're a soulless witch," he hissed, his fists clenching at his sides. "I'll never forgive you for this. You've destroyed my life, and for what? Money? Power? You're not fit to be in charge of anything, let alone a company."
Isabella smirked. "You should have known better than to mess with me, Asher," she said. "I always get what I want. And now, you're going to have to pay the price for crossing me."
"What did I do to you? Huh?"
"That's for me to know and you to find out."
Asher glared at her, his eyes blazing with hatred. "I won't let you win," he said. "I'll fight you every step of the way."
Isabella laughed a cruel sound that sent shivers down Asher's spine. "Oh, Asher," she said. "You don't even know what you're up against. I have more resources than you could ever dream of. And I'm not afraid to use them."
Asher felt a wave of fear wash over him. Was Isabella really capable of anything? Could she really destroy everything he had worked so hard for? "You're crazy," he said, his voice trembling.
Isabella shrugged. "Maybe," she said. "But I'm also the one holding all the cards. And you, my dear, are at my mercy."
Asher clenched his jaw, his mind racing as he tried to come up with a plan. He couldn't let Isabella win. He had to find a way to outsmart her. "I won't give up without a fight," he said, his voice firm.
Isabella smiled, a cold, calculating expression. "I wouldn't expect anything less from you, Asher," she said. "But trust me, you'll regret crossing me. You'll regret it more than you can ever imagine."
Isabella retrieved the marriage contract from her desk drawer and slid it toward Asher. He hesitated, his fingers hovering over the document as if it were a hot coal.
"Go on," Isabella said, gesturing to the contract. "Sign it."
He looked up at her with a mixture of anger and frustration. "How could you do this, Isabella?" he shouted, slamming his fists on the desk. "You're betraying your own best friend! Taking away the man she loves!"
Isabella remained calm, unfazed by Asher's outburst. "How many times will you repeat that?" she said coolly. "There are millions of men out there for her. But for you, I'm the only woman, offering you a way to save your company and keep your family off the streets. That's all that matters now."
Asher sneered at her, feeling like he was talking to a stone-hearted monster. "I don't love you, Isabella," he spat. "I never will. And no amount of money or power will ever change that."
As Isabella approached him, she placed a hand on his cheek, seeming to outsiders like a tender gesture. But the tightness in his jaw betrayed the anger he felt towards her.
"Love has nothing to do with this, Asher," she said, her voice low and menacing. "This is a business deal, pure and simple. You sign the contract and we both benefit. Or you don't, and you lose everything."
Asher's eyes narrowed; his fists clenched. He knew he had no choice, not if he wanted to protect his family's future. With a heavy sigh, he took the pen and signed his name on the dotted line.
Isabella picked up the contract and scanned it quickly, a satisfied smirk on her face. "Good," she said. "Now we can both move on with our lives. And don't forget the terms of the contract, Asher. I'll be keeping a close eye on you."
Asher glared at her, feeling like he had just sold his soul to the devil. "I won't forget," he said through gritted teeth. "And I'll never forgive you for what you've done."
Isabella shrugged, her expression cold and unfeeling. "That's your choice," she said. "But don't forget, breach the terms of this contract and your company will be merged with mine. And your family will be left with nothing."
As she was about to step back, he pulled her close by the waist, his eyes blazing with fury and desire. She could feel his breath on her neck as he whispered, "Just because you bought more than half of my company doesn't mean I'm not capable enough to snatch it back from a conniving snake like you. You made a big mistake, Isabella."
"Oh, don't be jealous, for once a woman is in control in your life Mr. Jonathan, embrace it."
Asher's grip tightened on Isabella's waist, pulling her closer to him. "You think that cold exterior of yours will protect you from me? It's just a facade, Isabella. And I'm going to break it down piece by piece," he whispered in her ear. "And once I've broken down your walls, I'll break you." Isabella's heart raced as she felt his breath on her skin, her body responding to his touch despite the anger that coursed through her. She tried to push him away, but he held her firmly, his eyes blazing with fury and something she couldn't
pinpoint.
As he forcefully released her, she stumbled backward., "Welcome to hell." He hissed, his voice dripping with venom as he stormed out of her office, leaving her standing there.
"I'm already in hell..." her voice trailed off as she turned around, picking a photo frame of her with her sister as she promised:
"I will make every move count. For you Kristen. For your memory. For the truth that was taken from you. The world may see your death as just another tragic suicide, but I know the truth. I know that someone took you from me, from our family. And I won't stop until I've unraveled the lies and exposed the murderer. I'll sacrifice anything to make it happen. Anything to make it worth it. Even if it is betraying my best friend and marrying her fiancé."
"You took everything from me!" I yelled, the gun shaking in my hands. He didn't yield. Instead, he seized my trembling hands, forcibly redirecting the muzzle to his forehead. His tone, dangerously calm, "Do it." "You think I won't?" I retorted. "Go ahead. Pull the trigger, Miss Russel. But remember, you'll lose the last bit of control you think you have." It was one night, one gunshot, and millions of shattered dreams. In one night, I, Dr. Alina Russell, a nobody, lost the love of my life at the hands of his own brother, Adrian Salvatore. He took away everything I owned and was going to. He took away my unborn child. Not only this, but he proved every belief of mine wrong: that my fiancé was not a mere CEO, but he was the face of one of the most powerful Mafia families in North America; that now I was the unwilling participant in their Mafia Empire; that now I am the possession of Adrian Salvatore; for him to decide whether to kill me or keep me safe.
"Why, little princess? Does my proximity make you nervous?" Asked Zarek, in his velvet voice. Glaring at him, "Your presence suffocates me." Said Crystal, bitterly. "Really," Smirking, Zarek chuckled and said, "You didn't seem to complain last night." Zarek's remark elevated the frustration level in Crystal's head. Grabbing him by the collar, "Don't you dare talk to me like that!" Yelled Crystal. Grabbing her by her waist, pulling her closer, he fiercely said, "And don't YOU dare talk to me like that!" . . . “She was an angel craving chaos, they were the demon seeking peace.” Fairy tales are more than true: not because they tell us that beasts exist, but because they tell us that they can be beaten. For years people believed that beasts don't exist anymore. For years people lived peacefully. Little did they know that it was the calm before the storm as their belief was a lie. One fateful encounter changed a Princess's life completely. It took away all that she had ever known as she was torn between her family, her people who believed she was going to save them and the love of her life, her mate. What happens when destiny plays it cruel game and gives her a chance to choose between her loved ones and mate? Who will she choose? Join the journey of Princess Crystal Rosette Aquislanada in revealing the mysteries, the desires and her true identity.
[Mature Content- 18+] "Why are you making it so difficult?" I screeched at the top of my lungs. God, why does he have to make everything so difficult? "I'm your boss and you're responsible for following my orders. You have no authority to defy me." He snarled; his hands balled into fists. "Are you even listening to your baseless blabbering?" "Shut the hell up!" He roared with pure antagonism and fisted his hand on the glass painting that hung by the wall. I gasped at the sight of glasses shattered into tiny pieces, droplets of blood oozing down his knuckles. His jaw was clenched as he shot daggers into my eyes, not because of the pain that was inflicted by the quick punch, but the remembrance of my betrayal. ------- Mystery. Romance. Deception. It's a famous saying that, hate is a strong emotion- so is love. You can only hate someone you place in high esteem since you care about what they think. Just when Evelyn Williams thought she could bring some light into her miserable life, destiny played its cruel game again, bringing her back to the place where she started. Five years later, she is forced to work with one and only Xavier Blake Knight, the one who remembers how Evelyn Williams has broken his heart. After what she did to him, would she be able to look into his eyes? Unbearable secrets will be revealed with a mixture of irresistible desires. Desires that Evelyn fears would only deepen her wounds, but somehow heal Xavier's.
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."
Bailey seems to be never destined to fit in, a little geeky, but under it all, a hidden beauty that so many seem to miss, but still not what her pack Alpha is looking for in a fated mate... so he is determined to reject her and make her life hell. Bailey, knowing her life will likely never be the same focuses on what she can control, her future, and heads off to study; becoming a teacher. Asher is the Beta of Autumn Valley Pack, a neighbouring pack. A broken man having suffered the loss of his mate after a rogue attack, Asher is slowly crumbling. Falling to pieces. A shadow of his former self, and not a man that anyone wants to be around anymore... Until, Autumn Valley Pack require a new teacher, and Bailey finds herself there and pushed together with the Beta. Is there a connection building or is that in their imaginations? And what will happen when Bailey's mate comes back to claim what is his?
There was only one man in Raegan's heart, and it was Mitchel. In the second year of her marriage to him, she got pregnant. Raegan's joy knew no bounds. But before she could break the news to her husband, he served her divorce papers because he wanted to marry his first love. After an accident, Raegan lay in the pool of her own blood and called out to Mitchel for help. Unfortunately, he left with his first love in his arms. Raegan escaped death by the whiskers. Afterward, she decided to get her life back on track. Her name was everywhere years later. Mitchel became very uncomfortable. For some reason, he began to miss her. His heart ached when he saw her all smiles with another man. He crashed her wedding and fell to his knees while she was at the altar. With bloodshot eyes, he queried, "I thought you said your love for me is unbreakable? How come you are getting married to someone else? Come back to me!"
When Zora was sick during the early days of her pregnancy, Ezrah was with his first love, Piper. When Zora got into an accident and called Ezrah, he said he was busy, when in actual fact, he was buying shoes for Piper. Zora lost her baby because of the accident, and throughout her stay at the hospital, Ezrah never showed up. She already knew that he didn't love her, but that was the last straw for the camel's back, and her fragile heart could not take it anymore. When Ezrah arrived home a few days after Zora was discharged from the hospital, he no longer met the woman who always greeted him with a smile and cared for him. Zora stood at the top of the stairs and yelled with a cold expression, "Good news, Ezrah! Our baby died in a car accident. There is nothing between us anymore, so let's get a divorce." The man who claimed not to have any feelings for Zora, being cold and distant towards her, and having asked her for a divorce twice, instantly panicked.
Once upon a time, there were two kingdoms once at peace. The kingdom of Salem and the kingdom of Mombana... Until the day, the king of Mombana passed away and a new monarch took over, Prince Cone. Prince Cone, has always been hungry for more power and more and more. After his coronation, he attacked Salem. The attack was so unexpected, Salem never prepared for it. They were caught off guard. The king and Queen was killed, the prince was taken into slavery. The people of Salem that survived the war was enslaved, their land taken from them. Their women were made sex slaves. They lost everything, including their land. Evil befall the land of Salem in form of Prince Cone, and the prince of Salem in his slavery was filled with so much rage. The prince of Salem, Prince Lucien swore revenge. 🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳 Ten years later, thirty-years old Lucien and his people raided a coup and escaped slavery. They went into hiding and recuperated. They trained day and night under the leadership of the fearless and cold Lucien who was driven with everything in him to get back their land, and take Mombana land too. It took them five years before they ambushed and attacked Mombana. They killed Prince Cone and reclaimed everything. As they screamed out their victory, Lucien's eyes found and pinned the proud princess of Mombana. Princess Danika. The daughter of Prince Cone. As Lucien stared at her with the coldest eyes anyone can ever possess, he felt victory for the first time. He walked to the princess with the slave collar he'd won for ten years rattling in his hand as he walked. He reached close to her and with a swift movement, he collared her neck. Then, he tilted her chin up, staring into the bluest eyes and the most beautiful face ever created, he gave her a cold smile. "You are my acquisition. My slave. My sex slave. My property. I will pay you in spades, everything you and your father ever did to me and my people." He stated curtly. Pure hatred, coldness and victory was the only emotion on his face. .
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.