"Hey California," Georgia looked up to see Taylor standing there with his cowboy hat on and that devilish smile. .... At 23, Georgia Lakestin is already a divorcee, battling the ghosts of her past and struggling to find the strength to face each new day. When she meets Taylor Higgs, a charming cowboy with a kind heart, she dares to hope that maybe, just maybe, she's found her happily ever after. Their connection deepens as Georgia forms a special bond with Taylor's young son, Grayson, offering her a glimpse of the family she's always craved. But happiness is a fickle friend. Taylor's betrayal, a devastating return to his ex, shatters Georgia's fragile world, forcing her to confront the painful truth: true love starts from within. Heartbroken and lost, she embarks on a journey of self-discovery. .... Georgia kept her head down so no one would see her tears, she sighed while stepping off the bus. "Hey California."
Jayce, with his tousled brown hair, perpetually sun-kissed skin, and blue eyes that held a mischievous glint, had always been effortlessly charming. He moved with an athletic grace, a testament to his days as the star quarterback in high school. Standing at 6'2", he often towered over Georgia, who, at 5'6", had a more delicate build.
Georgia, with her cascade of blonde hair that fell in waves past her shoulders, possessed a classic beauty. Her large, expressive green eyes hinted at a depth of emotion that drew people in. While Jayce exuded a carefree confidence, Georgia had a quieter strength, a warmth in her eyes that spoke of kindness and empathy.
They were the quintessential high school sweethearts. They'd met freshman year, Jayce, the popular athlete, and Georgia, the bright, artistic soul. He'd been drawn to her quiet intelligence and quick wit, while she'd been captivated by his humor and the surprising vulnerability he revealed beneath his confident facade.
Their love story unfolded like a classic coming-of-age film. Football games under Friday night lights, stolen kisses in the library, whispered promises during late-night study sessions – they'd navigated the trials and triumphs of adolescence side-by-side. By the time they graduated, their bond seemed unbreakable, their love a sure thing in a world full of uncertainties. They married young, at 21, two years into their college romance, eager to build a life together, a testament to the enduring power of their high school love. Their story, once a source of hope and envy, now felt tragically ironic, a painful reminder of how quickly love could fade, leaving behind only the ashes of shattered promises.
The air crackled with tension, the silence in their once-loving apartment now thick with unspoken accusations and the bitter sting of betrayal. Georgia Lakestin, her face pale and drawn, clutched a crumpled tissue in her hand, her knuckles white with suppressed fury. Across from her sat Jayce Morrow, his usual boyish charm replaced by a grimace of shame and desperation.
"So, it's true then?" Georgia's voice, though quiet, sliced through the tension like a shard of glass.
Jayce flinched, his gaze darting around the room, avoiding hers.
"Georgia, let me explain..."
"Explain what, Jayce?" Her voice rose, cracking with the effort of holding back the torrent of emotions threatening to spill over.
"That the whispers I heard at the office party were true? That you, my husband, were screwing some... some..." she choked on the words, unable to articulate the depth of her disgust.
"It wasn't like that," Jayce pleaded, his voice strained. "It was a mistake, a stupid, drunken..."
"A mistake?" Georgia shot up from her chair, sending it clattering against the wall. "Our marriage, our vows, our entire life together... a mistake?" Tears welled up in her eyes, blurring her vision, but she blinked them back furiously.
She wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing her crumble.
"No! Of course not," Jayce stumbled to his feet, reaching for her, but she recoiled as if burned.
"Don't touch me!" she spat, her voice raw with pain. "Don't even try to pretend you care after... after..."
"Georgia, please," Jayce's voice cracked, his carefully constructed composure finally crumbling. "I'm sorry, okay? I messed up. I was an idiot, a complete and utter..."
"Idiot doesn't even begin to cover it, Jayce!" Georgia's voice echoed through the apartment, her anger a living thing now, consuming her. "You threw away everything we had, everything we built together, for what? A cheap thrill? A night of meaningless..."
"Stop it!" Jayce roared, slamming his fist on the table, making Georgia jump. "Just stop! You think I don't hate myself for it? You think I'm not drowning in guilt and regret?"
The anger drained from Georgia as quickly as it had come, leaving behind a hollow ache. She looked at him, her eyes filled with a profound sadness. "Then you understand," she whispered, her voice trembling. "You understand why this... why we... why this is over."
Jayce opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. He looked at her, his eyes filled with a pain that mirrored her own, and for a moment, they simply stood there, two souls shattered by betrayal, forever marked by the wreckage of their love.
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."
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On the day of their wedding anniversary, Joshua's mistress drugged Alicia, and she ended up in a stranger's bed. In one night, Alicia lost her innocence, while Joshua's mistress carried his child in her womb. Heartbroken and humiliated, Alicia demanded a divorce, but Joshua saw it as yet another tantrum. When they finally parted ways, she went on to become a renowned artist, sought out and admired by everyone. Consumed by regret, Joshua darkened her doorstep in hopes of reconciliation, only to find her in the arms of a powerful tycoon. "Say hello to your sister-in-law."
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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?