Jude Patterson is accused of killing his wife by his father in law, Jonathan Hawthrone. A lawyer is interested in proving his innocence, but she has a hidden agenda. When Jude leaves prison, he has to work with his estranged daughter to take down a powerful man that had ruined their lives.
Jude Patterson knelt in a puddle of crimson, his hands trembling as they cradled the limp form of his wife, Abigail. Her once-radiant beauty was now marred by the pallor of death, her skin cold and lifeless against his own.
"No, no, no," he sobbed, his cries echoing through the dark alleyway. "Abigail, please... Please wake up. I can't do this without you. I can't..."
The dampness of her blood seeped through his trousers, but he couldn't feel it.
His chest heaved with each anguished breath as he rocked back and forth, unwilling to let go of his wife's lifeless body. He was consumed by a despair so deep that it threatened to drown him.
How had it come to this? Just hours ago, they had been laughing, blissfully unaware of the dangers that lurked in the shadows of the estate. And now... Now, he was alone, a widower before his time.
He couldn't bear to think about the future without her. The world had become a cold, desolate place, devoid of color or joy.
His mind raced, searching for answers to questions that haunted him like ghosts. Who would do this? Who could have taken his beloved wife from him so brutally?
He looked around the alley, his eyes wild and desperate. There was no one there, just the dripping of water from a nearby pipe and the faint sounds of the city beyond the estate walls.
His tears flowed freely, mingling with the blood that stained his hands and clothes. He held her tighter, as if his embrace could somehow bring her back, but the reality of his loss was inescapable.
The wailing of the sirens pierced the silence of the night, accompanied by the dancing blue and red lights that reflected off the walls of the alleyway. But the emergency vehicles arrived too late, their efforts futile in the face of her mortal wound.
The paramedics moved with swift efficiency, but Jude knew that their ministrations were nothing more than a formality, their stethoscopes and defibrillators useless against the gaping wound that had taken his wife's life.
As his voice cracked with grief, a gruff-looking police officer approached, notepad in hand, ready to interrogate the widower. But before a word could be uttered, the sound of angry footsteps echoed down the alleyway, and Jude turned to see Jonathan Hawthorne, Abigail's father, his face twisted with rage and grief.
"He killed her!" he shouted, his finger pointed accusingly at him. "He killed my daughter! You took her away from me, you monster!" His face was flushed, his eyes glistening with unshed tears.
Jude stood frozen in place, his mind spinning like a top. Jonathan's accusations were like daggers to his heart, but he was too numb to defend himself, the grief and shock of Abigail's death making it impossible to find the words.
As the paramedics took her lifeless body away, loading it into the ambulance with somber efficiency, he felt the police officer's handcuffs bite into his wrists. The cop didn't offer a word of explanation as he led him away, the night air biting at his skin as they walked to the waiting police car.
His mind was a jumble of chaos, every thought vying for attention as he was pushed into the backseat of the police car. His eyes remained fixated on the ambulance's taillights, which grew smaller and smaller until they disappeared into the night. The drive to the police station was a blur, the faces of the officers nothing more than a faceless mass of blue uniforms and grim expressions.
As the car screeched to a stop in front of the station, he was led inside, the clang of the cell door sounding like the closing of a coffin lid on his life.
He sat in the cold, hard chair in the interrogation room, a sight to behold. His once-clean clothes were now a crimson mess, the dark stains of his wife's blood seeping through the fabric. His hands were caked with the evidence of his tragedy, a reminder of the life he had lost and the accusations he faced. The weight of his grief was a leaden cloak on his shoulders, every breath a struggle. He sat in silence, unable to grasp the reality of the situation he found himself in.
The interrogating officer sat with the patience of a predator, his gaze unwavering as he awaited his response. But his mind was lost in the mists of time, his memories of Abigail flooding his mind like a torrent.
The words of the officer fell on deaf ears, muffled by the roar of his emotions. "Would you like your lawyer?" the man repeated, his voice insistent, but Jude could not hear him. He was lost in the memory of that first meeting, the way Abigail's laughter had filled his heart with light.
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Abigail Hawthorne was a woman who left a lasting impression. Her beauty was effortless, as if she had simply been born perfect. Her hair cascaded in golden waves, dancing about her face in a carefree manner, adding to her aura of freedom and vitality.
But it was her eyes, a striking shade of green, that captured his heart. They sparkled with a mischievous gleam, filled with the untamed spirit of a wild animal. And when she smiled, her entire face lit up like a star-filled sky, making him feel as if he had stumbled upon a hidden treasure.
The city of love had lived up to its name when he first laid eyes on her. It was as if the universe had aligned, conspiring to bring the two souls together. His heart knew it, even before his mind had time to process the full impact of her presence.
He had never worked harder to win anyone's affection. He pulled out all the stops, from extravagant gifts to grand gestures of love. But the most potent weapon in his arsenal was his genuine adoration for her. He worshipped her as if she were a goddess, and she, in turn, seemed to thrive in his attention.
When billionaire CEO Ryan Thompson is forced into a marriage by his father, he is less than thrilled to be tied down to any woman but he decided to choose, a woman he barely knows. But as they navigate their arranged union, Ryan begins to see Nina in a different light as they both began to fall in love with each other. Things between them begins to fall apart when Ryan's ex girlfriend became pregnant.
"Bound by a contract, driven by revenge, and tempted by forbidden love... Ava, a scorned Luna, seeks vengeance against her mate who destroyed their family. Enter Liam Reed, the powerful Alpha of the Bloodmoon Pack, who offers a deal: bear his child, and he will fuel her quest for revenge. As Ava navigates the treacherous world of werewolf politics, she finds herself torn between her thirst for vengeance and growing feelings for Liam. But their love is forbidden, and the consequences of betrayal are deadly. Will Ava honor her contract and risk losing her heart, or will she forge her own path and defy the Alpha who has captured her soul?"
Kara, a rejected mate and broken-hearted omega, has been betrayed by the man she loved, Alpha Kieran. Cast out from the Stormclaw pack, she survives in the wilderness, secretly raising the child of her former mate. When her son is poisoned and dies in her arms, Kara swears revenge. But fate has other plans. She encounters Zarek Greyson, a powerful Alpha who offers her protection-and the chance to exact her vengeance. As Kara's journey of redemption and revenge unfolds, She faces impossible choices, and rises from the ashes to become the queen of her destiny. But will she find peace, or will vengeance consume her forever?
“Dont you think I have to know your name" I murmured to him as I keep moaning He held my hands tight unto the bed and took off my top “Should we do this?” He asked kissing my neck down to my breast, my nipple became hard and pointed. I kept moaning non stop, I hurriedly took of my panties and took off his too. “holy shit, you are freaking hot” he said as he puts his lips on my nipples, he sucked them and massaged them with his cold, soft hands “Oh shit, I love this" I said. ... Jessica “JESSY" Smith, a successful event planner and a story writer falls in love with one of the wealthiest man in American called RYAN BROWN but their beautiful and sweet romance was threatened by their pasts, regrets, secret and family problem from Ryan's past. The mistake he made turned his entire world upside down, he suffered from it and it was also passed down unto his children, they all had their own share of problems created by Ryan, the mistake he made when he was a young boy. Jessica also becames a victim of her past, her ex boyfriend came back again.
“This is what you want right Mirabel. Isnt it?” He murmured, his hands gently rubbing my body, it looked soft and warm. He choked my neck to the bed, my heart raced and beats after than usual. “Yes I do keep going" i whispered into his ears He spanked my a**ss, I moaned, he dipped his hands into my wet pu**sy, he slowly dipped it in and out, a moan escaped my throat. I moaned and held his big di**k, he touched my b**bs and massaged them slowly “Should we do this, do you want us?” I could feel his warm breath on me, his words laced and scared me “Yes, let’s do this" I whispered silently rubbing his d**k harder I could also hear him moan “I will make you forget that cheater” he whispered into my ears I smiled, he choked me again and he slowly used his hands to rub his d**k on my clitoris and slowly dipped it into my p**sy, I moaned and held the bed tightly trying not to scream. . . . Due to the betrayal of her boyfriend for cheating on her with her friend at work, Mirabel slept with her Ex Dad and didnt know.
"You want this Viv. Don't you?" He murmured,his thumb tracing a gentle part down my body. His piercing green eyes seemed to bore into my soul,their intensity making my heart raced. “Stop please,” I cried. I held on to his shoulders to push him away but my fingers dugged into his skin as I threw my head back. A moan escaped my throat. He leaned closer and hiked my skirt up. He pushed aside my already wet panties and gently caressed my clitoris. “Answer me baby, do you want this? Do you want us?” I could feel his warm breath against my skin,his words laced with a tone that both thrilled and terrified me. "Yes,I want it" I whispered,my eyes fluttering close while his fingers thrust in and out of me. I couldn't control the moans that erupt my throat. I knew my actions means giving him total control over me, but I couldn't think straight at the moment. I just wanted him. . . . Hit by the betrayal of her best friend and her boyfriend, Vivian Everhart enters a marriage of convenience with Kian Blackwood. They would show affection and act like a normal couple to everyone, but indoors they act like strangers. Their arrangement was going without a hitch for a while until they started feeling attracted towards each other. They decided to make their marriage real until a figure from Kian's past came into the picture. This made the couple drift apart. Will they go their separate ways? Or will they give themselves another chance and fight for their love?
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."
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."
Madisyn was stunned to discover that she was not her parents' biological child. Due to the real daughter's scheming, she was kicked out and became a laughingstock. Thought to be born to peasants, Madisyn was shocked to find that her real father was the richest man in the city, and her brothers were renowned figures in their respective fields. They showered her with love, only to learn that Madisyn had a thriving business of her own. "Stop pestering me!" said her ex-boyfriend. "My heart only belongs to Jenna." "How dare you think that my woman has feelings for you?" claimed a mysterious bigwig.
Allison fell in love with Ethan Iversen, the soon-to-be Alpha of the Moonlight Crown pack. She always wanted him to notice her. Meanwhile, Ethan was an arrogant Alpha who thought a weak Omega could not be his companion. Ethan's cousin, Ryan Iversen, who came back from abroad and was the actual heir of the pack, never tried to get the position nor did he show any interest in it. He was a popular playboy Alpha but when he came back to the pack, one thing captured his eyes and that was Allison.
She was a world-renowned divine doctor, the CEO of a publicly traded company, the most formidable female mercenary, and a top-tier tech genius. Marissa, a titan with a plethora of secret identities, had hidden her true stature to marry a seemingly impoverished young man. However, on the eve of their wedding, her fiance, who was actually the lost heir to a wealthy dynasty, called off the engagement and subjected her to degradation and mockery. Upon the revelation of her concealed identities, her ex-fiance was left stunned and desperately pleaded for her forgiveness. Standing protectively before Marissa, an incredibly influential and fearsome magnate declared, "This is my wife. Who would dare try to claim her?"
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.