Lynne had a one night stand with George. Just when they were going to build something out of it, her ex boyfriend, Jake came back. But Lynne was later to find out whom she was dealing with - the devil's son!
Lynne had a one night stand with George. Just when they were going to build something out of it, her ex boyfriend, Jake came back. But Lynne was later to find out whom she was dealing with - the devil's son!
Lynne was having lunch at one of the cosiest restaurants in the city. It's her favourite place to cool off and put her thought together. Lately, she has been overwhelmed with work and she also has her mother's health worrying her to stupor.
Her phone rang.
"Hello, Lynne where are you? The directors are already here!"
Oh! She hurriedly gulped down the last drop of wine in her glass, packed her bags and quickly made for the door.
"How could I have forgotten?" she kept muttering to herself.
In her hurry, she bumped into someone.
"Holy shit! Young woman, are you blind?"
She looked up to apologise and what she saw captivated her. He was handsome, his eyes were expressive and captivating, framed by thick, well-defined eyebrows that add a touch of intrigue. He had a confident demeanor and a natural charisma that obviously drew anyone's attention.
Lynne didn't realize she had been gazing without saying anything.
"Yes? Young lady, you just spilled my lunch".
"I...I...I" she stuttered.
"Do you stutter?" He was observing her with cruel eyes and a smirk on his lips.
"No! I'm really sorry, I was in a hurry. I'll pay for your spilled lunch. Here's my card," she said, feigning confidence as she hands him her business
He took the card, grabbed her hand and looked sternly into her eyes.
"I'll definitely give you a call and it's not about the food."
She snatched her hand and walked away so fast.
"What a day and what a man!" she thought as her driver zoomed off back to the office.
Back at the office, Lynne could not concentrate. Her mind was filled with thoughts of the man she encountered at the restaurant. His physique, sculpted and athletic, lingered vividly in her imagination. The memory of his broad shoulders, the way his shirt hugged his chest, and the confidence exuded by his every move ignited a spark within her.
As she tried to focus on her work, her mind kept wandering back to the memory of his toned arms, visible beneath the sleeves of his shirt. The way he carried himself with an effortless grace, hinting at strength and agility, fueled her fascination. She found herself daydreaming about the touch of his hand, imagining the warmth and security it would bring.
Lynne made a conscious effort to redirect her focus. She channeled her energy into her work.
"Miss Lynne, are you with us?" her manager asked, breaking through the haze of her thoughts.
Startled, Lynne snapped back to reality, realizing that she had been unusually quiet throughout the meeting.
"Oh, I apologize," Lynne replied, her voice tinged with embarrassment. "I got lost in my thoughts for a moment. Please go ahead, I'm fully engaged now."
The meeting continued, and Lynne made a conscious effort to actively participate, offering her insights and suggestions. However, in the back of her mind, the memory of the encounter at the restaurant lingered, making it challenging to fully focus on the discussion at hand.
Sunlit hours found their affection glimmering, while moonlit nights ignited reckless desire. But when Brandon learned his beloved might last only half a year, he coolly handed Millie divorce papers, murmuring, "This is all for appearances; we'll get married again once she's calmed down." Millie, spine straight and cheeks dry, felt her pulse go hollow. The sham split grew permanent; she quietly ended their unborn child and stepped into a new beginning. Brandon unraveled, his car tearing down the street, unwilling to let go of the woman he'd discarded, pleading for her to look back just once.
After a year apart, Iris caught her husband, Caden, in what looked like an affair and made up her mind to file for divorce. Caden pinned her to the wall, his breath warm, his tone lazy and cold. "Divorce? Fine. But didn't we agree to have a child? Give me one, then we're done-assuming you can keep me interested long enough to want one. Until then, don't count on it." And so began her desperate, humiliating journey to get pregnant-not out of love, but for freedom. Later, the man who never begged cracked first, voice wrecked with tears. "Forget the kid. Just don't leave me."
A year into the marriage, Thea rushed home with radiant happiness-she was pregnant. Jerred barely glanced up. "She's back." The woman he'd never let go had returned, and he forgot he was a husband, spending every night at her hospital bed. Thea forced a smile. "Let's divorce." He snapped, "You're jealous of someone who's dying?" Because the woman was terminal, he excused every jab and made Thea endure. When love went cold, she left the papers and stormed off. He locked down the city and caught her at the airport, eyes red, dropping to his knees. "Honey, where are you going with our child?"
I just got my billionaire husband to sign our divorce papers. He thinks it's another business document. Our marriage was a business transaction. I was his secretary by day, his invisible wife by night. He got a CEO title and a rebellion against his mother; I got the money to save mine. The only rule? Don't fall in love. I broke it. He didn't. So I'm cashing out. Thirty days from now, I'm gone. But now he's noticing me. Touching me. Claiming me. The same man who flaunts his mistresses is suddenly burning down a nightclub because another man insulted me. He says he'll never let me go. But he has no idea I'm already halfway out the door. How far will a billionaire go to keep a wife he never wanted until she tried to leave?
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."
In their previous lives, Gracie married Theo. Outwardly, they were the perfect academic couple, but privately, she became nothing more than a stepping stone for his ambition, and met a tragic end. Her younger sister Ellie wed Brayden, only to be abandoned for his true love, left alone and disgraced. This time, both sisters were reborn. Ellie rushed to marry Theo, chasing the success Gracie once had-unaware she was repeating the same heartbreak. Gracie instead entered a contract marriage with Brayden. But when danger struck, he defended her fiercely. Could fate finally rewrite their tragic endings?
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