" How much do you earn a month?" "$75,000." "Only? How much will you earn in six months?" "$450,000." "And a year?" "$900,000." "If you earn $900,000 a year, it will take you four years to pay off and who do you think will wait four years for a paltry sum?" "I will work four jobs then." "And you expect to earn $75,000 from each job? You can't be serious." He replied with a scoff. Biting the corner of her lips, she tried to come up with something else but her brain went blank. ****************** Finding her boyfriend in bed with her best friend, Scarlett is left heartbroken and alone. What she didn't expect is her life to change the very course of her existence after suffering a car accident and an unexpected matrimony in the hands of the most ruthless mafia man in Las Vegas, Damien Steel. He needed a wife and she was the perfect candidate. Love blooms in the hearts of the two individuals. However, their love is put to test. Will they overcome, or surrender to the will of the temptation that surrounds them? Or perhaps, their love was never meant to be....
Isla." Scarlett yelled, her purse making contact with the floor.
Scrabbling to the other side of the bed, Isla, wearing a frightened look, began to put on her clothes hurriedly, mouthing, "It's not what you think."
"Even you Xavier." Scarlett mumbled, her eyes stinging with tears as she watched both of them putting on their clothes hurriedly.
"I can explain." Xavier said, trying to hold her hands but instead, she slapped him off, grabbed her purse and then banged the door shut on his face.
Grasping her purse with both hands, she began to walk through the hallway slowly, since her vision was blinded with tears. It was the thought of Xavier coming after her that made her start running through the hallway of Coutin Hotel, tears streaming down her cheeks.
Heels clinking against the tiled floor, she continued her hurried movement, trying to forget the scene she had greeted with on her arrival some minutes ago.
Xavier, her boyfriend, birthday is today and so she and her best friend, Isla, had decided to throw a surprise party for him only for her to walk in on both of them, legs intertwined on bed.
"I will never forgive you, Isla." She said, gritting her teeth as she fists pumped the air. "Not even you, Xavier." She yelled this time around, using the back of her palm to wipe her face.
Not minding the attention she was getting from the people walking past, she continued her drama until she got to the entrance of the hotel.
"After everything we've done together, she still had the guts to go behind my back... I regret ever knowing her." She snapped and, still seething with anger, she pushed her hair behind her ears and then began to stomp towards the road.
Overwhelmed with anger, she didn't look out for incoming vehicles before she stepped into the road and almost immediately, a car which was on a mild speed swept her off the ground. The next second, she was sprawled on the floor, blood seeping from her bruises.
"Dammit." The driver yelled, banging the steering wheel in frustration.
"Is anything the issue?" Damien asked with his rich baritone. He was occupying the passenger's seat of the car with his legs crossed while he scrolled through his iPad.
"Sir...sir..." the driver couldn't find his tongue to speak, fear surging through his veins as he stared at Scarlett, who was sprawled on the road unconscious.
"I asked a question." Damien said impatiently, his fingers still dancing on his iPad.
"I hit someone. It wasn't my fault... she was..." Still running his mouth like a broken tap, Damien pushed the door open and then stepped out.
"I'm sorry, sir. I didn't do that on purpose." The driver rapped, joining him.
Ignoring him, Damien took a few strides until he got to where Scarlett laid. After examining the scratch on his car, he checked her pulse.
"She isn't dead." He announced, and the driver let out a sigh of relief, wiping the beads of perspiration from his forehead.
Measuring six feet, two inches tall, Damien rose with his hands tucked in his pockets. His height and physique made him command attention anywhere he went, coupled with the intimidating aura which he possessed.
Thirty-year-old Damien Steel was the current leader of the Moretti family, a notorious and one of the most powerful gangs that controlled the region.
Living up to the standard of the former leaders, he was brutal, cold, and heartless. Apart from his right-hand man, Armani, no one had the courage to speak to him, even if they tried, they ended up stammering.
His dark blue eyes, which were always cold, were hooded and capable of piercing through the soul of the person he was staring at.
"Open the car." He commanded, whisking his hair aside.
"Yes... sir." His driver replied and the next minute, the door was opened. Crouching, he scoped an unconscious Scarlett with his broad arm and with a smirk playing on his lips, he muttered, "As light as a feather. No wonder she slumped with just a hit."
After setting her on the seat, he strapped her in place with the seatbelt and then flexed his muscles which were adorned with different tattoos before making himself comfortable on the spot next to her.
"The nearest hospital." He said, picking up his iPad.
"Yes sir." Came the response and immediately the car was back to life.
While the doctor and the nurse attended to Scarlett, Damien was occupying the chair which had been provided for him with his hand across his chest, boiling with anger despite his calm demeanor.
The accident did nothing but to disrupt his plans, and he was going to make sure he got back what he had lost.
"Sir." The doctor called, but before Damien could give him his attention, his phone began to ring in his pocket. Slipping the device out of his pocket, he stepped out of the ward to receive the call.
"Just make sure everything goes as planned. In case there is a glitch, inform me immediately." Damien replied to Armani's ten minutes long report and then hung up.
On his return, the doctor who had been waiting patiently for him said, "Sir... she is perfectly okay. We have checked her vitals... as for her unconscious state, it was caused by the shock. Hopefully, she will be conscious in the next few hours." He said.
Nodding, he reclaimed his seat and this time around, he had his gaze fixed on Scarlett who was sleeping peacefully.
About three hours later, Scarlett's eyes fluttered open. It took a while to adjust to her current surroundings before she managed to sit up.
"Who are you?" She asked, immediately her eyes fell on that of Damien, who was staring back at her.
"You finally woke up after wasting four hours of my time." He said, taking a swift glance at his watch.
"What are you talking about?" She asked, with a look of confusion, but instead of responding, Damien snapped his finger and immediately the door creaked open and one of his men stepped in.
"The document." He said and after a curt bow, he left the ward.
Still wearing a confused look, Scarlett asked, "Are you the driver that hit me?" When he didn't respond after a while, she hit her palms together.
"At first sight, I knew you were the one."
"You're making a noise." He said coldly, receiving the envelope. After flipping through the document, he threw it on the bed.
"You scratched my car, so you're..." he was still speaking when she interrupted.
"Are you being real here? You literally ran over me with your car, spoiled my skin..." she said, pointing at the bruise on her neck. "Even if you didn't practice hit-and-run, telling me I scratched your car is the least thing you have to say." She snapped, pushing her hair behind her ear.
Impressed with her rant, Damien just shook his head, his gaze still fixed on her.
"Are you done?" He asked. Not waiting for her response, he pointed at the envelope, "If you are done, go through it."
Rolling her eyes to the back of her head, she leaned towards the envelope and then pulled it to herself and then pulled out the document it contained.
"What?" She yelled a few minutes later, alternating her glance from the document to Damien.
"I, Alpha Luca, reject you as my mate. Leave my premises!" A sharp emotional pain attacked my chest, and I gasped, staggering backwards. "You cannot be serious—" "We're done." He interrupted, eyes blazing like a thousand infernos. "Leave while you still can. Do not make me lose my mind." I had no idea which one hurt more: the fact that Luca had cheated, or the fact that he'd cheated on me with my own sister, under my own nose. Turning away, I left the room, leaving behind shattered hopes and a heart heavy with betrayal. *************************** She was betrayed and rejected by her sister and her mate, and subjected to a ruthless demise, she vowed to get her revenge for her sister's betrayal. However, the moon goddess blesses her with a second chance mate but her first mate, Alpha Luca returns to claim her. What happens when she realizes that there are deep secrets between Alpha Luca and Alpha Roland? What happens when Alpha Luca wages war against Alpha Roland, in the quest to reclaim her heart and the throne?
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."
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.
Charlee was left at the altar and became a laughingstock. She tried to keep her head high, but ultimately lost it when she received a sex tape of her fiance and her half-sister. Devastated, she ended up spending a wild night with a hot stranger. It was supposed to be one-time thing, but he kept popping up, helping her with projects and revenge, all while flirting with her constantly. Charlee soon realized that it was nice having him around, until her ex suddenly appeared at her door, begging for another chance. Her tycoon lover asked, “Who will you choose? Think carefully before you answer.”
P-please, I beg you. Come let's go tell Christian I had no hand in whatever happened, p-please." I clutched the lapel of his jacket desperately. "Let's go. You need to tell my husband you were paid." "Young lady, you're harassing me." His tone was cold and his stare granite. But I could care less. "You harassed me first! You had sex with me without my consent, my husband knows and now I'm pregnant with this child he doesn't want. You ruined my marriage! I-I hate you!" ************************************ Caught by her husband with another man on their matrimonial bed the morning after her birthday, Hailey Codza could not defend herself. As though it's not enough, she gets pregnant. Her enraged husband decides to pay her back for her infidelity by having an affair with his ex-girlfriend - Denise Kellers, the family Hailey never knew she had. Losing her family's wealth and company to her husband and his ex (now girlfriend), she is devastated, homeless and penniless as all her credit cards are blocked by her husband. She sees the man who is responsible for her pregnancy. The man she has no idea how he'd found his way to her matrimonial bed - Jared Johnson. Jared is annoyed when this strange woman disrupts his meeting and accuses him of ruining her life, marriage and impregnating her. It affects his business deals and having no choice, he marries her to calm the public whilst engaged to someone else. But he loathes her and allows his family treats her badly. Hailey who has fallen in love with Jared is broken when she can no longer take the humiliation. She signs the divorce papers and leaves, only to arrive six years later to the country as a self-made, secret billionaire and a mother of twins. Now her two ex-husbands are begging to have her back...
Darya spent three years loving Micah, worshipping the ground he walked on. Until his neglect and his family's abuse finally woke her up to the ugly truth-he doesn't love her. Never did, never will. To her, he is a hero, her knight in shining armour. To him, she is an opportunist, a gold digger who schemed her way into his life. Darya accepts the harsh reality, gathers the shattered pieces of her dignity, divorces him, takes back her real name, reclaims her title as the country's youngest billionaire heiress. Their paths cross again at a party. Micah watches his ex-wife sing like an angel, tear up the dance floor, then thwart a lecher with a roundhouse kick. He realises, belatedly, that she's exactly the kind of woman he'd want to marry, if only he had taken the trouble to get to know her. Micah acts promptly to win her back, but discovers she's now surrounded by eligible bachelors: high-powered CEO, genius biochemist, award-winning singer, reformed playboy. Worse, she makes it pretty clear that she's done with him. Micah gears up for an uphill battle. He must prove to her he's still worthy of her love before she falls for someone else. And time is running out.
Linsey was stood up by her groom to run off with another woman. Furious, she grabbed a random stranger and declared, "Let's get married!" She had acted on impulse, realizing too late that her new husband was the notorious rascal, Collin. The public laughed at her, and even her runaway ex offered to reconcile. But Linsey scoffed at him. "My husband and I are very much in love!" Everyone thought she was delusional. Then Collin was revealed to be the richest man in the world. In front of everyone, he got down on one knee and held up a stunning diamond ring. "I look forward to our forever, honey."