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I wrapped my arms over my chest. "Why did you tell her that you're getting married to me?" He scoffed. "Because you are!" My heart sank. "But...how?" I couldn't comprehend how he could say something like that without asking for my consent. His brows furrowed and he leaned back in his chair. "Because I want you to marry me." Becca Stone thought her life had ended when she lost her job in a company she worked hard to sustain. Little did she know that a little time to drink away her sorrow would bring her into the hands of two billionaire brothers. When a one-night stand leads to her getting pregnant, she is caught choosing who's the rightful father to her unborn child and who could give her child the kind of life she envisions. Will the rightful father of her child allow his brother to take control because of a contract marriage? or will the war between brothers ever end? will Becca ever follow her heart?
I groaned and tucked the duvet over my head, inhaling the unfamiliar scent of a manly perfume, I stiffened as my eyes fluttered open to reveal a warm body next to me.
I flinched and jumped up in shock, my eyes scanning the room.
The first thing that reminded me of how messed up things were, was an excruciating headache that formed a cap around my head as I looked down at my bare body, I was frozen in shock, and the guy lying next to me adjusted his position on the bed and wrapped part of the duvet around his body.
Three questions filled my confused mind.
What was I doing in this unfamiliar room?
Who's this guy? And most importantly, why wasn't I dressed?
I turned toward the guy. He had light brown hair and a perfectly sculptured jawline which seemed familiar, some sort of memories awakening in my shallow mind.
I remember meeting this dude in some bar while I filled my cup with liquor. I remember him asking me if I was alright, a question that was met with no response. But, what I couldn't remember was how I ended up on his bed, lying next to him without clothes.
I looked around for my clothes and saw them lying on the floor in disarray as if they had been hastily discarded.
I shook my head, trying to push away the thoughts that raced through my mind.
As I made my way out of the room, I realized where I was. I was in a five-star hotel, on the fifteenth floor of the skyscraper.
I tried to hide my face in shame as I passed two women walking to the elevator. They seemed to be staring at me, and I felt as though they knew that something was wrong.
I gathered my hair into a messy bun and placed my hand on my waist, but it didn't help. I was sweating despite the cold air conditioning.
When the elevator doors opened with a ding, I walked out and took a deep breath to calm my nerves. Pushing open the door to my single-room apartment, I stumbled to the bed and fell face-first into my pillow.
"I can't believe I slept with a stranger," I mumbled, pressing the pillow against my face. "I lost my job, I lost everything!"
How was I going to survive? After years of trying to secure my job, and almost getting my life back on track, it had all vanished because of one silly mistake in paperwork.
It all came crashing down because of a paperwork mistake. Now, I have lost my job.
That was it! I wouldn't be able to find another one in time before I starved to death. I still believed it was all a setup.
How could someone do such a thing? I thought I was good at what I did - just an office assistant.
It was just a mix-up with a few documents, and that was the kiss of death for my job.
I sat up to look at my reflection in the mirror. My hair, once framing my face in pretty curls, now looked like a wet rug, and my eyes appeared tired and sunken. I sighed, feeling the weight of the entire situation.
I hadn't taken the one-night stand I had with a total stranger seriously. I had so much going on in my life that I didn't think about it, until a few weeks later when I started feeling sick. I spent the last of my money on a check-up, only to discover that I was pregnant.
At first, I denied it. The idea of having a baby with a random man whom I barely knew was absurd. But it was too much to bear in silence, so I confided in my best friend.
"How can you say you don't know who the father is?" Avery asked, her eyes fixed on me.
"This is bad, Becca."
I let out a heavy sigh and leaned back in the chair.
"It all feels like a nightmare. I lost my job and drowned my sorrows in alcohol, only to wake up in a hotel room with a stranger, and now," I gestured upward in frustration, "I'm pregnant!"
"Oh, Becca. What are you going to do?" Avery exclaimed. "Are you going to keep the baby?"
My eyes widened. "I don't even know if I want to keep it!" I cried. "I don't want a child, it's not something I ever planned for."
Avery let out a deep sigh.
"If having the baby won't bring you joy, maybe you should consider terminating the pregnancy. It might be better for you to be free from this pain."
She got up and moved to sit next to me.
"Can you remember anything about the father? His face or anything else?" she asked me softly.
I closed my eyes. "He had dark brown hair, and I think his eyes were a greyish blue. But that's all. I'm not going to go on some wild goose chase looking for a man I barely knew," I said, feeling frustrated. "I don't have the money to do all that. I'll never find him."
I paused and bit my lip before saying softly, "Avery, what am I going to do?" I said sadly. "I don't even have a job."
I heard a soft sigh, and then Avery placed a comforting hand on my shoulder. She smiled gently at me and said, "Don't worry, you'll figure it out. You're a smart girl, Becca. You just have to think positively." She hugged me tightly. "You just need to be stronger than anyone."
I smiled weakly and rested my chin on her shoulder, feeling somewhat comforted by her words. It was hard to stay strong when every passing day brought more sadness to my heart, and I didn't know how to handle it.
For now, Avery was the only person I trusted to help me through this. She was the only friend I could confide in.
Diana Nightclaw never had time to dream of romance or her fated mate. After the tragic loss of her father and stepmother during the war of wolves, she abandoned her pack and went into hiding with her stepsister, Layla. In a bid to build a better life, Diana takes a job as the personal assistant to the powerful CEO of one of the city's most prestigious companies. But as secrets unravel and betrayal strikes, Diana finds herself navigating a dangerous web of lies, love, and revenge.
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Chloe Nighler never thought a time would come when she'll had to marry the Alpha king of the bloodline pack, but days to her sister wedding she eloped. Out of anger and fear Chloe's parents convinced her to marry the alpha king in place of her sister, little did she know that her sister would come back. As she struggled to defend herself, a lot of antagonist started coming out, with only hope Chloe had is to fight along her husband. Will she be able to defend herself? Or is there any hope for her in-between the battle her sister had prepare?
When Karen Norway got admission into Bradenton college, her father signed up their old house in Houston to her as a gift for her achievement. Little did she know that her entire life is about to change, when she unknowingly stumbled upon the secret werewolf world where she witnesses a brutal attack in the woods. Karen didn't know what's in stock for her and even her closet friend can't be trusted, but things got lot more complicated when Raphael the dangerous alpha is impressed by her courage and decided to keep an eye on her, even as her life is in danger because she's aware of the werewolf existence. Can there be a hope of love as danger arises from every corner, she hope to hide? Will she survive in Huston or get trapped in the cage of the ruthless Alpha?
After three years of loveless marriage, Kira was slapped with divorce papers. She has shown him her unrequited love throughout her entire marriage with him, but he decided to turn blind eyes all because of his lover. Distraught and heartbroken, Kira choose to sign the divorce papers with bitter heart. But then and there, she promised herself that when she's back, he will come crawling to her, but she will make him pay for hurting her. Join Kira as she transform to a wealthy heiress and soared as the CEO of a multi-billion-dollar empire, a remarkable healer and make her ex-husband pay!
“Do I want a taste?” his voice deeper than he had ever spoken. His eyes pinned on me like I was the only thing that fascinated him. “What do I do?” I thought to myself as he moved closer to me, I wanted to run away, to resist him but I was pinned to the wall by him. “Gosh I hate this man so much” his scent, his body, his beautiful green eyes, he was driving me crazy. I know this is wrong, he has a fiancee and all but that makes me want him even more. “Get on the bed and spread your legs” his cold voice woke me up and then I remembered I was just a maid to him. “Yes master”.
"Lucien, let's get a divorce," I said in a peremptory tone that was long overdue, the most decisive farewell to this absurd marriage. We had been married for exactly three years-three years that, for me, were filled with nothing but endless loneliness and torment. For three years, the husband who should have stood by my side through every storm, Lucien Sullivan, had completely disappeared from my life as if he had never existed. He vanished without a trace, leaving me alone to endure this empty, desolate marriage. Today, I finally received his message: "I'm back. Come pick me up at the airport." When I read his words, my heart leapt with joy, and I raced to the airport, thinking that he finally understood my love and was coming back to me. But his cruelty was far worse than I could have ever imagined-he was accompanied by a pregnant woman, and that woman was Carla, my closest and most trusted friend. In that moment, all of my previous excitement, all my hope, and all of our shared laughter and tears turned into the sharpest of daggers, stabbing into my heart and leaving me gasping for air. Now, all I want is to escape from this place that has left me so broken-to lick my wounds in solitude. Even if these wounds will remain with me for the rest of my life, I refuse to have anything to do with him ever again. He should know that it was his own hand that trampled our love underfoot, that his coldness and betrayal created this irreparable situation. But when he heard those words, he desperately clung to this broken, crumbling marriage, unwilling to let it end-almost as though doing so could rewind time and return everything to how it used to be. "Aurora, come back. I regret everything!" Regret? Those simple words stirred no emotion in me-only endless sadness and fury. My heart let out a frantic, desperate scream: It's too late for any of this!
"Love is blind!" Lucinda abandoned her beautiful and comfortable life because of a man. She married him and slaved off for him for three long years. One day, the scales finally fell off her eyes. She realized that all her efforts were in vain. Her husband, Nathaniel still treated her like shit. All he cared about was his lover. "Enough is enough! I quit wasting my years with an ungrateful man!" Lucinda's heart was shattered into many pieces, but she summoned up the courage to ask for a divorce. The news caused a stir online! A filthy rich young woman recently got divorced? She was a good catch! Countless CEOs and handsome young men immediately swarmed to her like bees to honey! Nathaniel couldn't take it anymore. He held a press conference and begged with teary eyes, "I love you, Lucinda. I can't live without you. Please come back to me." Would Lucinda give him a second chance? Read to find out!
Dear readers, this book has resumed daily updates. It took Sabrina three whole years to realize that her husband, Tyrone didn't have a heart. He was the coldest and most indifferent man she had ever met. He never smiled at her, let alone treated her like his wife. To make matters worse, the return of the woman he had eyes for brought Sabrina nothing but divorce papers. Sabrina's heart broke. Hoping that there was still a chance for them to work on their marriage, she asked, "Quick question,Tyrone. Would you still divorce me if I told you that I was pregnant?" "Absolutely!" he responded. Realizing that she didn't mean shit to him, Sabrina decided to let go. She signed the divorce agreement while lying on her sickbed with a broken heart. Surprisingly, that wasn't the end for the couple. It was as if scales fell off Tyrone's eyes after she signed the divorce agreement. The once so heartless man groveled at her bedside and pleaded, "Sabrina, I made a big mistake. Please don't divorce me. I promise to change." Sabrina smiled weakly, not knowing what to do...
Carrying a child left Adeline trapped in marriage to the ruthless and unhinged Waylon, and everyone doubted she'd survive to see the baby's first breath. Filled with dread but determined, she carefully won him over and soon became his lethal obsession. Yet on the day she planned to escape, Waylon drove their car to a cliff's edge, foot hovering over the gas. "I'm sorry, love—did you just say divorce?" His fingers skimmed her cheek, his tone a deadly whisper. "Defy me, and you pay." Later, drenched in blood and rain, he knelt before her, trembling, and pleaded, "Tell me how to keep you here."