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"Mr. Tucker's room, I thought that you were supposed to take me to my room?" "I am sorry if there is some confusion, but I was told to escort you to Mr. Tucker's room since you are both married and are expected to share the same space" After Kaylie's mother was murdered by the Tucker family, she was beaten and brutalized when she confronted them and barely survived it after that day, she vowed to get her revenge on them no matter how long it took, so she started working at their hotel until an opportunity struck and she was forced to marry the CEO of S. Treck Austin Tucker whom she despised so much. All Kaylie hoped and dreamed of was to seek vengeance for the death of her mother but everything wasn't what it seemed until she got married to Austin Tucker who was ready to put everything on the line just to protect her and his goal was to melt that hardened heart of hers. Will he be able to melt that heart that is filled with so much pain and mystery or will Kaylie finally get the revenge on him she badly wanted?
His strong but tender arms yanked her up his desk and she gasped, feeling her cheek turn flutters red.
He had that ability to sweep her off her feet with just a gaze from those dark blue eyes.
His fingers slowly trail around her thighs and she bit her lower lip trying not to moan loudly.
"What do you think you are doing Mr. Tucker"
"I want you, you make my heart feel things that it shouldn't feel, I want to hold you in my arms at all times and protect you, so let me". His reply was in a low tone, his lips brushing through her earlobe as he spoke sending chills down her spine.
She could feel a tickle curled up around her stomach, she wanted this man so badly and she knew it, but he was supposed to be an enemy and she should not be messing with the enemy but could not resist his temptation.
His lips trail down her earlobe down to her collarbone and she moans softly with her soft pink lips tight-lipped.
"I want to taste those soft lips of yours and see how sweet they taste, the sight of it sends my entire body ablaze". He whispered again with his lips slowly trailing around her collarbone.
He was a sweet temptation she could not resist and although he told her how she set his body ablaze while flirting with her, Kaylie could also feel her entire body on fire and wanted this man so badly deep inside of her.
"Kaylie! Kaylie!! Kaylie!!" A loud female voice kept calling out to her while interrupting this sweet sensational moment she was having, she moaned loudly before unfurling her eyes and standing before her was her best friend Jessy.
"Oh! Girlfriend, were you having an erotic dream?"
"What!" Kaylie exclaimed and slowly tilted her head to glance at her environment which she immediately jerked up when she realised that she was at the staff resting room of S.Treck
"What the F! Of all people I could have such an erotic dream about, why did it have to be him". She complained and strode over to the large mirror mounted on one side of the room painted white.
There were traces of sweat on her face and she immediately powdered her face while staring back at her reflection.
"So you were indeed having an erotic dream, tell me who was it about?"
"You wouldn't believe it if I told you"
"Try me"
"The cruel Boss, Austin Tucker!"
"What the hell! Why would you dream about someone you despise so much and desperately want to strangle?"
Jessy occupied the white leather couch by the side and her dark green eyes widened in amusement over her friend's narration.
"I could have had this dream about Kelvin who I desperately want to have this moment with, thank goodness that it was just a dream"
She replied and got on her feet feeling satisfied with her look. "By the way, why did you wake me up?, it is just past nine and you know how many hours I spent standing during the night shift"
"Why do you want to go back to your erotic moment with the boss" Jessy teased and giggled loudly but Kaylie blushed as she threw a pillow at her.
"Naughty girl, I would have that moment with anyone else but not with him in my entire lifetime"
"That is your issue, not mine, Your phone kept ringing and it was disrupting my sleep so I had to wake you up"
"Oh! It is my father who called" Kaylie picked up her phone and glanced at the screen before dialling his number.
He has never called or is interested in her whereabouts but he was suddenly calling her today and this made her feel a variety of excitement and anxiety.
"Hello, Father!" She spoke once the call pulled through.
"Kaylie, where are you?" He inquired in a deep voice which made her pissed that he could not bother to ask about how she was faring.
"I am at work Father"
"I want you to come back home as soon as possible"
"Is there a problem father?"
"Do not ask me that, be at home within an hour!" He commanded and ended the call instantly before she could reply, the sound of the beep pierced her heart deep.
"I can't fathom why you still have hope that one day this man will finally accept you as his daughter"
"He has accepted me as his daughter, he just isn't familiar with me yet considering that I did not grow up with him"
"That is what you want to believe, keep believing that" Jessy shrugged and slid back to bed.
"I have to go, he asked that I be there in an hour"
"Alright, but remember to be back in three hours because your shift starts then and you do not want to see Ms Lilian's bad side"
"I will be back before you even blink an eye". She replies, picking up her purse and striding out of the room.
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The air around the large Mecham mansion was silent and gloomy as Kaylie walked in, one that the sound of a pin would be heard clearly.
The mansion was an extravagant one with expensive interiors and decorations, a set of expensive leather couches at the centre of the living room and on the wall were portraits of the entire family except for Kaylie hung there and some pieces of artwork.
The flower pot at the centre of the table was emanating a sweet aroma of rose and filled the room with a relaxing air and yet Kaylie could not relax with their long and dark gaze at her.
Her stepmother Mrs Rosellle sat beside her husband Jones and their daughter was engrossed in her phone and did not realize Kaylie walked in until she spoke...
"Father good day, what was so urgent that you needed me here in an hour?"
"Is that a sound of groaning I hear there, are you complaining?" The brows of the middle-aged woman with light skin that was almost glistening furrowed while she spoke.
"I am sorry Mother if it sounded like a complain"
"I warned you, do not ever refer to me as your mother, your mother is dead and it was her evil deed that murdered her" Roselle exclaimed and there was a wide smirk spread around Bella's thin lips.
"I am sorry ma" She apologized calmly although her hands were clinched firmly behind her back.
"Kaylie, how is work?" Mr. Jones finally spoke and Kaylie felt a tickle of excitement in her heart like this was all she ever wanted, for him to just glance her way even for a while.
"I am fine Father, thanks for asking"
"Well, you will be getting married and it is today" He exclaimed sternly and she could not help but chuckle lightly at the words that sounded like a joke but no one had that look on their face and fear immediately curled up her stomach afraid of who her father might want to sell her out to.
Lyric had spent her life being hated. Bullied for her scarred face and hated by everyone-including her own mate-she was always told she was ugly. Her mate only kept her around to gain territory, and the moment he got what he wanted, he rejected her, leaving her broken and alone. Then, she met him. The first man to call her beautiful. The first man to show her what it felt like to be loved. It was only one night, but it changed everything. For Lyric, he was a saint, a savior. For him, she was the only woman that had ever made him cum in bed-a problem he had been battling for years. Lyric thought her life would finally be different, but like everyone else in her life, he lied. And when she found out who he really was, she realized he wasn't just dangerous-he was the kind of man you don't escape from. Lyric wanted to run. She wanted freedom. But she desired to navigate her way and take back her respect, to rise above the ashes. Eventually, she was forced into a dark world she didn't wish to get involved with.
The dream of everyone with regards to marriage is to be able to find that special someone and settle down with them. Even arranged marriages grant you an opportunity to meet your partner briefly before the wedding. How will you feel about waking up in the morning with someone sleeping next to you who is not just anyone but your legally married partner yet with no memory of how that had happened in just a few hours of going out the previous day? This is the story of Jason Haward and Julia Harrison, two strangers trapped in a marriage they never planned. The quest to find out why led to the unfolding of a mystery which made them realize they are both living a lie. To find out more, read this amazing story of love, betrayal, revenge and murder.
"You're mine, little puppy," Kylan growled against my neck. A soft gasp escaped my lips as his lips brushed my skin. My mind screamed at me to push him away-the Lycan Prince who had humiliated me again and again, but my body betrayed me, leaning into him before I could stop myself. He pressed his lips against mine, and his kiss grew more aggressive, more possessive as I felt my legs weaken. What was I doing? In a split-second, I pulled away and slapped him hard across the face. Kylan's eyes darkened, but the smirk on his lips exposed his amusement. "You and I both know we can't fight this, Violet," he said, gripping my wrist. "You're my mate." "And yet you don't want me," I replied. "You told me you were ashamed of me, that l'd never be your queen, that you'd never love me. So please, accept my rejection and let me go." "Never," he whispered, his grip tightening as he pulled me closer. "Soon enough, you'll be begging for me. and when you do-I'll use you as I see fit and then I'll reject you."
"You're pathetic!" Brenden sneered, each word cutting deep into Corinna's heart. Years of emotional wounds had drained every ounce of love she once held. "I've wasted enough time on you. If there's a next life, I hope we never meet again." Her words severed the bond between them like a blade. From that moment on, Brenden was haunted by her absence—unable to sleep, longing for the warmth he took for granted.
It was supposed to be a marriage of convenience, but Carrie made the mistake of falling in love with Kristopher. When the time came that she needed him the most, her husband was in the company of another woman. Enough was enough. Carrie chose to divorce Kristopher and move on with her life. Only when she left did Kristopher realize how important she was to him. In the face of his ex-wife’s countless admirers, Kristopher offered her 20 million dollars and proposed a new deal. “Let’s get married again.”
Corinne devoted three years of her life to her boyfriend, only for it to all go to waste. He saw her as nothing more than a country bumpkin and left her at the altar to be with his true love. After getting jilted, Corinne reclaimed her identity as the granddaughter of the town’s richest man, inherited a billion-dollar fortune, and ultimately rose to the top. But her success attracted the envy of others, and people constantly tried to bring her down. As she dealt with these troublemakers one by one, Mr. Hopkins, notorious for his ruthlessness, stood by and cheered her on. “Way to go, honey!”