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My husband, Damien Wolfe, was my perfect love, sweet, devoted, and everything I thought I wanted. Or so I believed. How could I not? He showered me with affection, whispered promises of forever, and made me feel cherished. But it was all a lie. He wasn't loving me, he was using me. Using my money. My inheritance. And the worst part? He cheated on me. I caught him in his office, his hands on another woman, their lips locked. I confronted them, my shock turning to rage, my heart shattering into pieces. I threatened them both, but I didn't realize that my threat had sealed my fate. They killed me, or so they thought. But I survived. And now, I'm back for revenge. To reclaim my fortune, I needed a husband. A man to stand by my side until I turned twenty-five and legally inherited everything my parents left behind. The problem? The only man who could help me was someone I had wronged before. Someone I had once looked down on. So, I swallowed my pride and begged him. "Be my contract husband. When I inherit, we'll end it. It's just a job, I'll pay you." Except, my money meant nothing to him. After all, he was Cassian Holt, the youngest, richest billionaire in the country. And to make things even more interesting... He was Damien's greatest rival. I met his piercing gaze and asked the question that would change everything. "So, Mr. Holt, will you be my contract husband?"
My phone beeped, and I glanced at the screen to see a message from my husband. I blushed because Damien was my world and the love of my life. I adored him and wanted to spend the rest of my life with him.
A gentle tap on my shoulder jolted me from my reverie. I turned around to see my best friend, Clara, give me that look of condemnation, as if she was disgusted by my obsession with Damien. "What?" I asked, narrowing my gaze at her.
She rolled her eyes and folded her arms. "Nothing," she said, but the way she said it made it obvious she had something on her mind. I chose to ignore her. She sighed and sat across from me.
"What about your inheritance, Selena?" she asked, stirring the iced coffee in her hand. "Do you really trust Damien that much to make him your next of kin?" Her tone was off and hesitant, almost nervous. I frowned. "Of course. He's my husband. We're one. Or you have an issue with that?
She let out a dry laugh and shrugged. "Absolutely not." Then, as if realizing she had somewhere to be, she rose up and grabbed her purse. "Gotta go, girl. "There is a lot to catch up on." She left before I could say anything. I'd seen Clara acting differently lately, but I pushed the thought aside.
Just as I began typing a response to Damien's message, someone behind me covered my eyes with their palms. I smiled, knowing just who it was. "Babe," I said.
Damien removed his hands, showing his lovely face, and leaned down to kiss me. "I missed you, Selena." I blushed and kissed him back. "But I was only gone for less than an hour."
He sat across from me, still holding my hand. Then he sighed deeply and exclaimed, "Babe, every second without you is agonizing. You've taken my breath away, so how am I expected to breathe? I laughed and blushed profusely.
Sweet talk? Please leave that to my hubby. Damien had a way of making me feel like the most beautiful and important person on the planet. That is why I was so fascinated by him.
He stood and stretched. "What do you want to eat when you get home from work?" I will cook for you." I was deep in contemplation, trying to decide, when he chuckled and said, "Take your time, sweetheart." Please let me know later.
Then he leaned in, kissed me passionately, and gave me a little peck on the forehead. He looked into my eyes with love and whispered, "I love you, Selena." A pleasant feeling passed inside me. This man was mine. This love we had was real, honest, and everything I had ever desired. "I love you too, Damien," I replied without hesitation. He grinned and walked away, leaving me with butterflies in my stomach.
Damien used to be was my high school crush. But when my parents died in a plane crash, my world was devastated. I had no one until Damien intervened. He became my anchor, my safe haven, and my everything. We were friends one moment, then married the next. Two years had gone, and our love had grown even stronger.
This was my ideal situation as his wife. I was thinking about what to eat, perhaps pasta? The mere thought of food caused my stomach to churn. A rush of nausea hit me hard. My eyes widened as I dashed to the lavatory, barely making it in time to throw up. This had been happening for several weeks.
"Am I pregnant?" I dug into my bag and took out a pregnancy test strip. I'd bought it a while ago but hadn't got the nerve to use it. What if it was not pregnancy? What if I'm just sick? The disappointment would crush me. I had previously avoided taking the test due to fear, but now... I had to.
My hands trembled as I peed into a disposable cup and dipped the test strip inside. With my heart hammering, I closed my eyes and said a silent prayer. Seconds later, I opened them and saw two lines: Positive. I gasped and covered my mouth with my palm. I was pregnant. Excitement swelled within me. I couldn't wait to inform Damien that he was going to happy.
Unable to suppress my emotions, I took a picture of the test strip and emailed it to Clara, who responded almost immediately. Clara asks, "Are you sure?"
Me: "Yes, but I'm confused. I'm not sure how to tell Damien. "What if he's not satisfied?" Her reaction arrived sooner than I expected.
"Clara:" Do not tell him, please." I frowned.
"Me: "What? Why?" Before I could continue typing, my phone rang. It was Clara. I responded fast. "What are you talking about, Clara?" "Why shouldn't I tell my husband I'm pregnant?"
Her voice sounded urgent. "Listen to me, Selena." Don't tell Damien. I clutch on the phone more tightly.
"What is going on?" "What are you not telling me?" She paused. "I cannot say that over the phone. "We need to meet."
I felt an anxious knot forming in my stomach. "Meet? Why? "What is this about?" There was a pause. Then she sighed. "It's about Damien." My heart skips a beat.
Clara: "Meet me now at our favorite coffee place. I will explain everything. I'm so sorry Selena. And I only hope you'll forgive me. Then she hung up, and I sat there, my phone still clamped to my ear, my mind running so fast. I had an unsettling feeling: "What could Clara possibly know about Damien?"
Zaffirina's blade sank deep into her flesh, slicing through muscle and bursting out from the other side and Andromeda gasped, her vision blurring as pain took over. So much blood, and her body felt weak, her knees almost giving out beneath her. ************ She drank the potion, her scent fading, her power dulling, Alpha blood gone, just another omega now. Disappearances, killings, discrimination.... she had to see it, had to know. Then she found them, her betrothed and her friend, naked, tangled, laughing. Worse, they hated omegas, hunted them, hunted her. It hurt, but she thought they were the enemy...Wrong because the real enemy surfaced, her illegitimate ruthless sister who killed her father, stole her throne, put a bounty on her head. Now Andromeda was nothing, hunted, trapped in an omega's body. How does she survive this?
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.
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.
Trigger warning!!! Intended for mature readers who enjoy morally complex, slow-burn, poseesive, forbidden, dark romance that pushes boundaries. ***EXCERPT*** Blood everywhere. Trembling hands. "No!" My eyes blurred. His lifeless eyes stared back at me, his blood pooling at my feet. The man I loved-dead. Killed by the one person I could never escape - my stepbrother. *** Kasmine's life was never hers to begin with. Kester, her stepbrother, controlled and monitored her every move. At first, it was all sweet and brotherly until it began to turn into an obsession. Kester was the Alpha, and his word was law. No close friends. No boyfriends. No freedom. The only consolation Kasmine had was her twenty-first birthday, which was supposed to change everything. She dreamt of finding her mate, escaping the sickening control of Kester, and finally claiming her own life. But fate had other plans for her. On the night of her birthday, not only was she disappointed that she wasn't mated to the love of her life, but she found out that her mate was none other than him - Her tormentor. Her stepbrother. She'd rather die than be mated to a man whom she had known as her big brother all her life. A man who would do just anything to make sure she was his. But when love turns to obsession, and obsession turns to blood, how far can one girl run before she realizes there is nowhere else to run to?
COALESCENCE OF THE FIVE SERIES BOOK ONE: THE 5-TIME REJECTED GAMMA & THE LYCAN KING BOOK TWO: THE ROGUES WHO WENT ROGUE BOOK THREE: THE INDOMITABLE HUNTRESS & THE HARDENED DUKE *** BOOK ONE: After being rejected by 5 mates, Gamma Lucianne pleaded with the Moon Goddess to spare her from any further mate-bonds. To her dismay, she is being bonded for the sixth time. What’s worse is that her sixth-chance mate is the most powerful creature ruling over all werewolves and Lycans - the Lycan King himself. She is certain, dead certain, that a rejection would come sooner or later, though she hopes for it to be sooner. King Alexandar was ecstatic to meet his bonded mate, and couldn’t thank their Goddess enough for gifting him someone so perfect. However, he soon realizes that this gift is reluctant to accept him, and more than willing to sever their bond. He tries to connect with her but she seems so far away. He is desperate to get intimate with her but she seems reluctant to open up to him. He tries to tell her that he is willing to commit to her for the rest of his life but she doesn’t seem to believe him. He is pleading for a chance: a chance to get to know her; a chance to show her that he’s different; and a chance to love her. But when not-so-subtle crushes, jealous suitors, self-entitled Queen-wannabes, an old flame, a silent protector and a past wedding engagement threaten to jeopardize their relationship, will Lucianne and Xandar still choose to be together? Is their love strong enough to overcome everything and everyone? Or will Lucianne resort to enduring a sixth rejection from the one person she thought she could entrust her heart with?
Iris grew from an orphaned child to the adopted daughter of the Stewart family at age ten, finding warmth in her nominal uncle Vincent's kindness. Seven years later, she became his secret lover. When Vincent's engagement was announced, gossip spread about the notorious playboy CEO finally settling down. But only Iris knew the extent of his cold, two-faced nature. Iris fell for Vincent and, through tears, begged, "Marry me," only to be met with his frosty refusal. Defeated, she accepted a lawyer's proposal, sparking public excitement. Then, on her wedding day, Vincent pleaded desperately, "Don't marry him…"
"Is it considered betrayal to develop feelings for your best friend's boyfriend? What about when fate intervenes, and he turns out to be your destined mate? You might think it's luck and thank the moon goddess for such a twist of fate. That's what I believed until the love of my life uttered those dreaded words: 'I want a divorce!' As I stared at the pregnancy test in my hands, I realized it was better to keep my secret to myself. My name is Violet, and this is my story."