Love doesn't play by the rules, it can happen to you when and where you least expect it, just like a thief at night. Everything changed for Queen When she met Casimiro, she didn't know love would find her at the wrong time after being engaged to the man her aunt chose for her. Will she damn duty and allow herself and heart to experience this beautiful thing called love?
The romantic music drifted up from the balcony of the duplex building that occupies a restaurant and club called The Bugatti, and Queen, who stood alone in a wall to ceiling view of the games room, softly hummed a few lines of the slow song to which the couples danced. I want to feel the passion in this romance. Now hold me and touch me. A faint smile touched her lips, and a pensive look crept into her eyes. No other song could have been perfect for her present mood, as if the lyrics were written because of her.
Austin Springhill was handsome and from a well-to-do family, and Queen's Aunt approved him. But Queen had known from the start that she wasn't in love with Austin. The proposal and engagement had been a flash; it happened so fast that she couldn't even remember all the things he said and all the things he promised. Marriages between the rich are just alliances and have a way of happening. A kind of moving with a tide of social pressure, not enforced but urged on, until the man found himself on one bended knee offering a ring and the girl found herself accepting it. Such marriage arrangements had a beauty of their own, but where was the heart melting romance and passion? The ones that make you throw caution in the air and do stupid things? Queen wondered.
Then again, she owed Aunt Christy Parkview everything; her father's step sister had taken her in when she was just five years old, after Christopher Jameson swindled all his money on gambling and went broke. For years afterwards, Christopher, her father, had lived in a dilapidated bungalow in Australia, until one day he just vanished into thin air, and it was assumed he walked into the fire and burned all his disappointments. Queen had been made the legal dependent of Christy, who has taken full custody of her, bringing her up as if she were a real daughter, paying for her education at exclusive schools, and hammering into her that Christopher had been a black sheep of the family who had driven their parents and his wife into an early grave and then involved himself with gangsters who have finally led him into the shadow of prison, where he would have ended up if Christy hadn't paid for his defense by one of the best Australian lawyers.
Queen had never fully understood why her aunt had this love-hate attitude towards her father; maybe at some point she had loved him, but the fact was that in her overbearingly charming way, Christy made Queen feel indebted to her, as if she owed her that extra bit of gratitude for the good home, the beautiful and expensive clothes, and the cool reserve that made her suitable for the Springhill as a daughter-in-law.
Queen knew that, with the skill Christy embedded in her and a strong sense of duty, she allowed herself to become engaged to Austin because Christy wanted it. After all, it was a small payment for the safe and beautiful life she lived at Greco Villa, which, over the years, Queen had grown to regard as her home. She loved the place with its rambling garden of orchards and apple trees. She could still remember the hardships of her early life with her father and the unexpected sweetness of life at Greco Villa. It seemed that the one thing she was most afraid of was being insecure again. The very thought was enough to send the feel of ice dribbling down the back of her shapely body.
The drifting music changed to another tune, but Queen hardly heard it. For some reason, she felt a change in her mood-a sudden tension as if she were no longer alone. She looked around, but she was still the only one in the room.
Queen returned her attention to the small lake facing the window, and she was staring out there, lost in her thoughts, when suddenly beside her was a face reflected in the glass window. She gave a start, for she heard no footstep across the rug that covered the floor of the games room, and she felt as if something gripped her heart as she stared at that reflected face and saw that it belonged to a man. The eyes, even through the glass, held hers with an intentness that was greatly disturbing, and there was no escaping them, for when she swung around there they were again, holding a sort of wild quality she had never seen before.
He didn't speak, and neither did she. He was somehow like a painted sculptor, brown-skinned and hard, with a tick of black brows above silver gray eyes. In the silence of that long moment, Queen's impression was that a foreign sculptor had made this man and then stood him in the wind and the sun and allowed them to weather his face into a dangerous attraction. He was a bit forceful, but not in a bad way.
It's a game of two, not one, he said, and his voice-a certain something that touched her nerves and made her feel menaced. What was it she sensed? A relentless, driving energy or the restlessness of a lion at nightfall? What game are you talking about? She asked, and she didn't dare to wonder what he had in mind-this handsome and slightly threatening stranger who found her alone like this, while everyone else was dancing in the club or having dinner in the restaurant. Where was her charming Austin when she needed him? Probably talking football with his friends!
It could be anything, don't you think?' He gestured around the games room, and in his hand was a glass of white wine, used to highlight a point. There is the pool table, and another with the scrabble board laid out. Make your choice.
Are you asking me to play? She looked at him with blue eyes that were set at a slant in her otherwise quiet face. Her long blond hair was styled in a ponytail, which added to her cool, regal beauty.
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. .
Everyone was shocked to the bones when the news of Rupert Benton's engagement broke out. It was surprising because the lucky girl was said to be a plain Jane, who grew up in the countryside and had nothing to her name. One evening, she showed up at a banquet, stunning everyone present. "Wow, she's so beautiful!" All the men drooled, and the women got so jealous. What they didn't know was that this so-called country girl was actually an heiress to a billion-dollar empire. It wasn't long before her secrets came to light one after the other. The elites couldn't stop talking about her. "Holy smokes! So, her father is the richest man in the world?" "She's also that excellent, but mysterious designer who many people adore! Who would have guessed?" Nonetheless, people thought that Rupert didn't love her. But they were in for another surprise. Rupert released a statement, silencing all the naysayers. "I'm very much in love with my beautiful fiancee. We will be getting married soon." Two questions were on everyone's minds: "Why did she hide her identity? And why was Rupert in love with her all of a sudden?"
A man like Travis Sinclair wants nothing more than a woman who matches his sexual prowess and is used to getting everything he wants. A cold-hearted billionaire ,he lives by one rule - no love, no commitment. Ayanna Davies isn't looking for a relationship. She's focused on her work and the financial security it brings. As a high end escort, her client is full of filthy rich men who are willing to pay handsomely for her services. But when Travis Sinclair becomes one of her clients, she begins twice about mixing work with pleasure. Not knowing that he is an old acquaintance whom she despises.
Lindsey's fiancé was the devil's first son. Not only did he lie to her but he also slept with her stepmother, conspired to take away her family fortune, and then set her up to have sex with a total stranger. To get her lick back, Lindsey decided to find a man to disrupt her engagement party and humiliate the cheating bastard. Never did she imagine that she would bump into a strikingly handsome stranger who was all that she was currently looking for. At the engagement party, he boldly declared that she was his woman. Lindsey thought he was just a broke man who wanted to leech off her. But once they began their fake relationship, she realized that good luck kept coming her way. She thought they would part ways after the engagement party, but this man kept to her side. "We gotta stick together, Lindsey. Remember, I'm now your fiancé. " "Domenic, you're with me because of my money, aren't you?" Lindsey asked, narrowing her eyes at him. Domenic was taken aback by that accusation. How could he, the heir of the Walsh family and CEO of Vitality Group, be with her for money? He controlled more than half of the city's economy. Money wasn't a problem for him! The two got closer and closer. One day, Lindsey finally realized that Domenic was actually the stranger she had slept with months ago. Would this realization change things between them? For the better or worse?
Julia and Evan were the perfect couple-or so she thought. But everything changed when Evan abruptly ended their relationship, leaving her heartbroken and unable to tell him she was carrying his child. Years later, Julia has built a life for herself and her son, Andy, while Evan has risen to unimaginable wealth and success. Their paths cross again at a chance meeting, but Julia soon discovers Evan has moved on with someone else. Julia is done with the pain. She's fought battles alone, raising a son who deserves the truth about his father, even if Evan doesn't deserve her forgiveness. When Julia told Evan years ago she had something to say, he didn't listen. Now, it's time for him to listen. But is it too late to reclaim what he lost? "We should break up," he'd said, the words cutting through her like glass. The pregnancy test in her pocket stayed hidden, just like the child they would never share. Now, it's Evan's turn to hear the truth-and to face his deepest regret.
Anabel found out she was pregnant and dialed her husband's number to share the good news to him. They have been married for two years without a child. Desmond's mother had been accusing her of being barren and unproductive. When the call was picked, she was flabbergasted and broken. She was hearing a loud moan of feminine voice. "Ohh! Yeah! Don't stop fucking me! Fuck me harder baby!" accompanied with sound of skins slapping against the other. She went home to confront her husband and end up receiving a divorce paper. Desmond divorced him for a lady his mother was rooting. Few months later when he found out that his ex-wife is a billionaire heiress and she is pregnant with twins, he went crazy!