After a passionate night, Verena left some money and wanted to leave, but was held by her companion. "Isn't it your turn to make me happy?" Verena, always disguising herself as ugly, slept with her fiance's uncle, Darren, in order to escape her engagement with her unfaithful fiance. Darren had respect and admiration. Word of his romantic escapades circulated, some saying they saw him kissing a lady against a wall and others calling it gossip. Who could ever tame Darren's heart? Then, shockingly, Darren was caught bending down to help Verena with her shoes, all to score a kiss from her!
The room was cloaked in darkness.
On the hotel bed, amidst fervent entanglement, the man indulged in the ardor the woman beneath him offered. He plunged into her with relentless abandon, heedless of her innocence.
Verena Fowler, overwhelmed by the intensity, eventually succumbed to unconsciousness.
She stirred awake, irritated by the incessant ringing of the phone. Hastily silencing it, Verena glimpsed at the time, realizing it was already ten in the morning!
She was going to get engaged today!
Her fiancé had been entangled in an affair with her best friend, betraying her trust countless times. He even had the audacity to call her last night, subjecting her to the live spectacle of their infidelity.
Furious, Verena sought solace in the company of a charming stranger at the club.
As she attempted to rise, a wave of pain washed over her. The previous night's exertions had left her feeling as though her bones could crumble.
She needed to hurry to the engagement venue, lest she face the wrath of the Fowler family!
Once she scrambled to dress, Verena was about to flee when her wrist was seized. Turning, she locked eyes with the man from the bed, now awake.
"Leaving so soon?" His voice, low and husky, echoed in the dimness.
His gaze, sharp as a hawk's, bore a striking resemblance to her fiancé!
Verena smirked, feigning ignorance as she retrieved her wallet. Extracting a handful of bills, she left them on the bedside table.
"Great service last night, handsome. But it's a shame I'm in a rush to get engaged. Don't worry, there's always next time!"
Offended, Darren Briggs smirked with icy disdain.
With a call, his secretary, Henry Holt, swiftly appeared with his clothes.
After a quick shower, Darren donned his suit, exuding an air of aloof dignity. His gaze remained devoid of warmth.
Before walking out, he took the bills, tucking them into his wallet.
"Boss, your nephew's engagement is about to commence. Shall we proceed?" inquired Henry.
"Mm."
"Mr. Hamilton expressed his displeasure at your absence last night."
Darren remained silent, lost in contemplation.
Having recently arrived in Fledo, Darren had been coerced into a night of revelry by old acquaintances. Along the way, he found himself ensnared by a drunken woman, their liaison extending through the night.
Despite his customary self-restraint, Darren found himself inexplicably drawn to her, a sensation he couldn't shake though she wasn't even that attractive.
There was an inexplicable allure about her, a scent that soothed his restless soul. Even now, her memory lingered.
For Darren, plagued by insomnia, it had been a rare reprieve.
Meanwhile, Verena hailed a passing car, providing the driver with the hotel's address.
When she arrived at the engagement venue just shy of eleven, the banquet hall buzzed with activity.
Entering the makeup room, Verena was accosted by her father, Richard Fowler, who moved to smack her.
Swiftly intercepting his hand, Verena met his gaze with steely resolve. "I'm on the brink of engagement. Is a swollen face conducive to makeup?"
Richard, thwarted in his attempt, erupted into a tirade. "Why didn't you answer my calls? You've got some nerve! If anything goes awry today, you'll rue the day!"
The most formidable force in Fledo was the Briggs family, especially with Darren being a figure of immense influence in Tacland.
Were it not for the amicable ties between the two families, Verena wouldn't have stood a chance of getting engaged to a Briggs!
Rumors swirled about Darren's attendance at the engagement banquet. Both families had made meticulous preparations, yet as the hour approached, neither betrothed had made an appearance.
Fixing Richard with a cold stare, Verena asked, "Has Eric arrived?"
Eric Briggs was her betrothed.
Richard hesitated momentarily. Eric was nowhere to be found, and the Briggs family was scouring the city in search of him. With his phone switched off, it seemed Eric was contemplating an escape from the impending engagement.
Verena's lip curled into a sneer. "Eric is absent. Am I expected to enter into this engagement alone?"
Richard's countenance darkened. "The Briggs family is on the hunt for him. Hurry, change into your attire and apply your makeup!"
The makeup artist attempted to approach Verena, eager to commence her work. However, Verena, cognizant of her secrets, waved her off. "I'll handle it myself."
Her mother had always cautioned her against the perils of excessive beauty. Thus, Verena had become adept at concealing her true allure beneath layers of makeup.
If the makeup artist touched her face, her secret would no longer be a secret.
A commotion erupted at the door out of nowhere. "Darren's here!"
Reacting to the name, Richard hurriedly ushered Verena outside. "Darren Briggs has arrived. Ensure you comport yourself appropriately!"
Verena was well acquainted with the name. Darren was the illegitimate son once shunned by the Briggs family.
But he had risen from the ashes to become a formidable presence, one that even the Briggs dynasty in Fledo couldn't afford to ignore!
After three secretive years of marriage, Eliana never met her enigmatic husband until she was served with divorce papers and learned of his extravagant pursuit of another. She snapped back to reality and secured a divorce. Thereafter, Eliana unveiled her various personas: an esteemed doctor, legendary secret agent, master hacker, celebrated designer, adept race car driver, and distinguished scientist. As her diverse talents became known, her ex-husband was consumed by remorse. Desperately, he pleaded, "Eliana, give me another chance! All my properties, even my life, are yours."
"Ahh!" She was in a moaning mess. She did not want to feel anything for this man. She hated him. His hands began to move all over her body. She gasped when he pulled down the back chain of her dress. The chain stopped at her lower waist, so when he zipped it off, her upper back and waist were exposed. "D-Don't touch m-ummm!" His fingers rolled around her bare back, and she pressed her head against the pillow. His touches were giving her goosebumps all over her body. With a deep angry voice, he whispered in her ear, "I am going to make you forget his touches, kisses, and everything. Every time you touch another man, you will only think of me." - - - Ava Adler was a nerdy omega. People bullied her because they thought she was ugly and unattractive. But Ava secretly loved the bad boy, Ian Dawson. He was the future Alpha of the Mystic Shadow Pack. However, he doesn't give a damn about rules and laws, as he only likes to play around with girls. Ava was unaware of Ian's arrogance until her fate intertwined with his. He neglected her and hurt her deeply. What would happen when Ava turned out to be a beautiful girl who could win over any boy, and Ian looked back and regretted his decisions? What if she had a secret identity that she had yet to discover? What if the tables turned and Ian begged her not to leave him?
Betrayed by her mate and sister on the eve of her wedding, Makenna was handed to the ruthless Lycan Princes as a lover, her indifferent father ignoring her plight. Determined to escape and seek revenge, she captured the interest of the three Lycan princes, who desired her exclusively amid many admirers. This complicated her plans, trapping her and making her a rival to the future Lycan queen. Entwined in jealousy and vindictiveness, could Makenna achieve her vengeance in the intricate dance with the three princes?
"Never let anyone treat you like shit!" I learned that the hard way. For three years, I lived with my in-laws. They didn't treat me as their son-in-law but as a slave. I put up with everything because of my wife, Yolanda Lambert. She was the light of my life. Unfortunately, my whole world came crashing down the day I caught my wife cheating on me. I have never been so heartbroken. To have my revenge, I revealed my true identity. I was none other than Liam Hoffman—the heir of a family with trillions of dollars in assets! The Lamberts were utterly shocked after the big reveal. They realized what fools they had been for treating me like trash. My wife even knelt down and begged for my forgiveness. What do you think I did? Did I take her back or made her suffer? Find out!
June Rivera was divorced by her husband after three years of marriage because he wanted to be with her sister who was pregnant for him. Kicked to the curb with a divorce and rejected by her parents,she struggles to make ends meet and get a job until she saves Luis Ambrose from an accident - the only child of Rafael Ambrose, a widowed man and the CEO of Ambrose Corporation. When little Luis asks to have her as a nanny, and Rafael's mother pressures him to get married, they draw a contract. To be Luis's nanny and his fake wife for one year in exchange for 50 million dollars!
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. .