Lacy Jules is a money hungry, cash eating gold digger. In her terms? She's an opportunist. When she meets an enigmatic billionaire at a club on one of her many man hunts, she thinks she's struck gold. Vincent Black knows what he wants and how to make her comply. They make a simple agreement; Lacy would play the part of his wife and be paid handsomely every month. All she needed to do was act. No strings attached. It seemed like a pretty good deal- after all she did that on a daily basis. What she didn't sign up for is finding out that this strange man is a lycan. An existence she had only thought existed in stories. Against her will, she's dragged into the ups and downs of a life she did not bargain for. And when a mate bond that should not exist between human and wolf begins to form, things turn for the worse. Grace didn't think any money would solve her case now.
Lacy's POV
It's another night to hunt for a man- a very rich man.
The music vibrates through the club, a steady rhythm of deep sounds that thrum against my skin.
Multicolored lights dance about, distorting my vision.
I wobble a little on my heels, shine some teeth at a bartender.
The white heels on my feet were a lucky find at a clearance sale and my golden anklet glints with each step I take- stumble, rather.
My hair falls in soft waves around my shoulders, framing my face just right.
I know I look good, and in a place like this, looking good is everything especially if you're looking to snag someone.
Except...I'm a little nervous. I'm never nervous and it's weird.
I mean I did this for a living: captivated men for a quick buck.
It's never hard.
I weave through the crowd, careful not to brush against anyone.
The last thing I need is some drunk thinking my presence is an invitation.
The bar is my first stop; a shiny, glossy counter with rows of expensive liquor lined up and the handsome, tattooed bartender I smiled at.
I slide onto a stool, and sigh, remembering my mother's harsh words earlier today.
"You're useless. Just like your father. No, worse. You spread your legs to survive, and you think that makes you better than me?"
I kept my back turned to her, focusing on my reflection in the tiny, cracked mirror as I applied my eyeliner. My hands were steady, even as my chest tightened.
She didn't stop. She never did. "You walk around like you're someone, but you're nothing. Nothing. Just like him."
I swallowed hard, blinking rapidly to keep the tears from smudging my mascara. Her words shouldn't hurt anymore, but they always found a way to burrow under my skin.
"You are a whore; you're the reason I'm stuck on this bed as a sickling; you're also the reason your father died. You are bad luck."
Mother had been left frail after my birth and eventually got bedridden. Father had overworked himself to pay her medical bills before dying off.
Now I'm playing the role of a golddigger with no high school certificate just to keep food on the table.
Her words always sting no matter how many times I try to ignore them.
I had turned to mother, ignoring her curses and leaned down to kiss her forehead.
Her skin was cold, her body frail against the pillows. Her eyes, though, were still full of hatred as she turned away from me in disgust.
I walked out anyway, my eyes brimming with tears.
Now, sitting at the bar, I take a deep breath, shaking off the memories. This is my world now.
Not that house. Not the suffocating walls closing in on me.
I observe my surroundings, searching for a prince to root me out of my misery.
All I see are couples grinding against each other, men in faux-expensive suits whispering into the ears of women who pretend to be captivated- laughter that never quite reaches the eyes.
The usual.
My gaze lands on a man stepping inside. Broad shoulders, an average suit, and shoes that try to look expensive but aren't.
Middle-class, I decide.
Not worth my time.
Some would call me a gold digger. They wouldn't be wrong.
I prefer to call myself an opportunist, though.
I see an opportunity, and I take it. The opportunity is for rich and stupid men who just want a pretty woman on their hands.
That's survival.
A quick scan of the room tells me there's no one here worth my effort.
My stomach churns with frustration as I massage my temples, willing the coming headache away.
It has been a bad week. If I walk out of here empty-handed, rent is going to be another one of my problems.
Adding to the issues with mother's new, expensive medical care.
I push myself off my stool, ready to try my luck elsewhere when my eyes land on him.
A gentle man in the farthest corner of the club.
He's away from the flashing lights and the wandering eyes.
The darkness clings to him like a second skin, but they do nothing to dull his presence.
He has a dark, brooding energy that makes him impossible to ignore.
I stop breathing for a second.
Everything about him screams money.
Not just rich...wealthy.
The kind of wealth that doesn't need to be flaunted because it's simply understood.
The way he sits relaxed yet powerful, tells me he's used to people coming to him, not the other way around.
And he's gorgeous- drop dead angelic.
His features are sharp, almost too perfect; as if days were spent crafting him. His dark hair blends into the shadows, and he rests against the seater- muscles straining against his tailored suit.
My luck has finally turned.
I straighten, adjusting the tiny straps of my dress before running a hand through my golden hair.
A fresh coat of lip gloss, a push of my boobs up high.
I'n set.
I saunter over, swaying my hips to the side with each step I take. The club fades around me. He's the only thing in my focus now.
Time to play my favourite game, preying on men.
My nerves instantly leave me; I can't fail this time.
Finally reaching his table, I tap my long red-blood nails against the polished surface, offering him my best flirtatious smile, the one that has never failed to garner attention.
His eyes lift to meet mine and as he notices me, a frown settles in on his handsome features before arching a perfectly shaped brow.
I point to the seat beside him, tilting my head slightly and pouting my lips. "Is this seat taken?"
The silence stretches between us.
Then, slowly, a smirk tugs at the corner of his lips.
"Depends," he says, his voice deep and smooth. It sends a shiver down my spine. "Are you looking for a place to sit, or something else?"
Those eyes of his twinkle; sending foreign fire down my spine.
I bite back a smile. Now this was going to be a very fun game to play.
My father kicked me again and again. "No son of mine would've been so completely useless. All you have brought us is shame and embarrassment. Enough. I've arranged your marriage with the Lycan King. He'll come for you tomorrow and I'll finally be rid of you" "W-what? The Beast Lycan?" I stuttered, my fathers words hit me like a block of ice. "Precisely. He could kill you like his other wives for all I care. Good riddance" My father looked at me one last time, his eyes filled with disgusted contempt before he walked out of the house. ~~~ Iris is hated on by her pack and her father. She gets rejected by her mate and her father arranges her marriage to the Lycan king. The Lycan king has a terrible reputation for killing his brides. Now sucked into his world, Iris is determined to survive and win him over. And things get more complicated when her mate wants her back. Stuck between two men and an origin she knows nothing about, what decision will she make?
For ten years, Daniela showered her ex-husband with unwavering devotion, only to discover she was just his biggest joke. Feeling humiliated yet determined, she finally divorced him. Three months later, Daniela returned in grand style. She was now the hidden CEO of a leading brand, a sought-after designer, and a wealthy mining mogul—her success unveiled at her triumphant comeback. Her ex-husband’s entire family rushed over, desperate to beg for forgiveness and plead for another chance. Yet Daniela, now cherished by the famed Mr. Phillips, regarded them with icy disdain. "I’m out of your league."
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."
"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?
Sawyer, the world's top arms dealer, stunned everyone by falling for Maren—the worthless girl no one respected. People scoffed. Why chase a useless pretty face? But when powerful elites began gathering around her, jaws dropped. "She's not even married to him yet—already cashing in on his power?" they assumed. Curious eyes dug into Maren's past... only to find she was a scientific genius, a world-renowned medical expert, and heiress to a mafia empire. Later, Sawyer posted online. "My wife treats me like the enemy. Any advice?"
"There will be no falling in love, we will only act as a loving couple when we are in public, we will share a room to make it believable, but no intimacy, touching is off-limits. We'll only have sex once a month, and that's solely to produce an heir. You won't interfere in my business, and I won't interfere in yours. You will be my wife in every sense and you will not be involved with any other man," he said, arrogance seeping from every word. I watch his mouth move, I'm not ready to fall in love with any man, especially not one as arrogant and egoistic as him. I can handle acting as a loving couple, and as for intimacy once a month. I can agree to that just to satisfy my sexual cravings with no strings attached. "Where can I sign?" I asked since I had nothing to lose. *** Nadine's wedding dreams turned to nightmares when she caught her sister and fiancé cheating! With a secret recording, she's ready for revenge. But then mysterious billionaire Logan West offers a deal: A Contract Marriage to take down her ex's empire. But what Nadine doesn't know is her life is getting complicated as she takes her chance to get revenge or risks everything for a chance at love?"
He told her to call him Daddy. Not because he earned it, but because he fucking owned her. The moment she signed that contract, she stopped being a woman with dignity and became his filthy little plaything. His holes to use. His mess to ruin. He didn't just fuck her, he rewired her. Stripped her clean of boundaries and filled her with sin. Every punishment made her scream. Every game dragged her deeper into his twisted world. And the way he praised her... Good girl. She should've run the first time he said it. But Daddy doesn't let his toys leave. He breaks them until they beg to stay. ** Mia's life changed the night she let a stranger ruin her. One night. She never expected to see him again. Until she walked into her new job... and her boss turned around. Ace.Her one-night sin in a thousand-dollar suit. Only this time, he wasn't asking her to be his assistant. She was to be his wife.