"Did you think I'd just let you go?" Suzanne's grip on her son tightened as Charles took a slow step forward, his smirk curling like smoke in the air. "I sent you the damn divorce papers, Charles. Sign them and leave." He chuckled. "Oh, I got them." Another step. "But I don't sign away what's mine." She backed up. "I am not yours. I stopped being yours the night you betrayed me." His jaw clenched. The silence stretched-thick, suffocating-before he lunged. Suzanne barely had time to gasp before his hands were on her, ripping their son from her arms. The boy hit the couch with a soft thud and let out a startled cry. "You son of a-!" She shoved at him, clawing, struggling, but he was stronger. His hands dug into her waist, yanking her against him, his breath hot and reeking of alcohol. "You're mine, Suzanne," he growled, fingers digging into her skin. "And if I can't have you-" his grip tightened, his lips brushing her ear, "no one will." Then-CRACK! Charles gone-ripped off her, sent flying across the room. Suzanne gasped, chest heaving, scrambling back just as her attacker crashed into a table. A voice, dark and furious, sliced through the chaos. "Touch her again, and I'll kill you." Her heart stopped. She knew that voice. Liam Carter. --- Trapped in a loveless marriage to a ruthless CEO, Suzanne Smith thought she had no way out-until Liam Carter, her high school sweetheart, walked back into her life. He's everything her husband isn't-kind, passionate, and willing to fight for her. But leaving Charles Langford won't be easy. His Lies. Betrayal. Violence. Suzanne is done playing the perfect wife. This time, she's fighting back. Will she escape his grip, or will her past consume her? How far will she go for freedom?
The servants moved like shadows. Their footsteps were silent as they placed dish after dish of delicacies before the family.
Suzanne Smith sat quietly, her hands folded in her lap. Her heart was heavy with an all-too-familiar tension.
At the head of the table, Beatrice Langford perched like a queen. Her hawk-like eyes scanned Suzanne with barely concealed disdain. Every detail of her appearance, from her perfectly coiffed hair to her pristine pearl necklace, added to her air of superiority.
"And how long has it been now?"
Her voice cut through the air like a blade. Cold. Sharp. Deliberate. She didn't even look at Suzanne as she spoke, slicing into her roast lamb with clinical precision.
Suzanne stiffened. She knew exactly where this was going.
"Three years," she said softly. Her voice was steady, but inside, a storm was brewing.
Beatrice's lips curled into a smirk. She set her knife and fork down with deliberate elegance.
"Three years of marriage and not even a whisper of a child."
The words hung in the air like a noose.
"Do you know how ridiculous this looks for the Langford family, Suzanne? People are beginning to talk."
Heat rose to Suzanne's cheeks, but she kept her gaze on her plate. Across the table, her husband, Charles Langford, remained silent. He scrolled through his phone like this wasn't his problem.
"I'm doing everything I can," she said quietly, forcing herself to meet Beatrice's piercing gaze.
Beatrice scoffed and leaned back in her chair. "Everything you can?"
She shook her head, almost amused.
"You've been to the finest doctors money can buy, and yet here we are. Still waiting." She paused. Then, with a pointed look, she added, "Perhaps the problem isn't just physical, Suzanne. Perhaps you lack the determination necessary to fulfill your role as a wife in this family."
The words hit like a slap.
Suzanne's grip on her fork tightened. She wanted to lash out, to tell Beatrice exactly what she thought of her and her outdated expectations.
But she didn't.
She had learned long ago that arguing would only make things worse.
"Mother, that's enough," Charles finally muttered. His tone was more annoyed than protective. He didn't even glance up from his phone.
Beatrice waved a dismissive hand. "Don't interrupt me, Charles."
Her eyes remained locked on Suzanne. "If she isn't going to take her duties seriously, then someone needs to hold her accountable."
Suzanne clenched her jaw. Duties. That was all she was to them. A means to produce an heir and secure the Langford legacy.
The door to the dining room opened. A servant entered with a bottle of wine.
Suzanne seized the moment, pushing her chair back and standing abruptly. "Excuse me," she said. Her voice trembled despite her best efforts to sound composed.
"Sit down, Suzanne," Beatrice commanded. Her tone was icy.
Suzanne hesitated. Her chest tightened as her instincts screamed for her to leave. But years of conditioning forced her to obey.
She sank back into her chair, her head bowed.
Beatrice leaned forward. Her expression softened into something that resembled pity, though Suzanne knew it was anything but.
"Suzanne, dear, I know this isn't easy for you. But you must understand how important this is for our family. The Langfords have a legacy to uphold. Charles deserves an heir, and you're running out of time."
The words echoed in Suzanne's mind, each one a weight dragging her deeper into despair.
She wanted to scream.
She wanted to tell Beatrice that she wasn't some broodmare whose sole purpose was to bear a child.
But she couldn't.
Not here. Not now.
Charles finally put his phone down. He rubbed his temples as if the entire conversation was an inconvenience.
"Mother, can we please just drop this for tonight? I've had a long day."
Beatrice sighed, clearly annoyed. "Fine. But this discussion isn't over."
She picked up her fork and knife, resuming her meal as if nothing had happened.
Suzanne's appetite was long gone. She stared at her untouched plate, her mind racing.
How had her life come to this?
Three years ago, she had been so sure of her decision to marry Charles. She had believed in their love, believed that they could build a life together.
Now, sitting in this cold, oppressive dining room, she felt like a stranger in her own life.
Dinner dragged on. The conversation shifted to business and social events, topics that Suzanne had no interest in. She nodded along when necessary, pretending to listen while her thoughts spiraled.
When the meal finally ended, she excused herself.
She retreated to the sanctuary of her bedroom, closing the door behind her. Leaning against it, she let out a shaky breath.
Her chest heaved as she struggled to hold back tears.
The door slammed open.
Suzanne's heart pounded as Charles stormed into the room. His expression was twisted with anger.
"Do you have any idea how embarrassing that was for me?" he growled. His voice was low but cutting. "Walking out of dinner like that? Mother was furious."
She blinked. Her head was still spinning from the evening's events.
"Embarrassing for you?" Her voice rose with disbelief. "Charles, she humiliated me. She treats me like-"
"Like what?" he interrupted, stepping closer.
His towering frame felt suffocating. She instinctively backed away.
"Like a disappointment?" His voice dripped with mockery. "Because that's exactly what you're proving to be."
Her breath caught in her throat. Anger flared in her chest. "How dare you-"
Before she could finish, his hand lashed out.
The slap rang through the room.
She froze.
Her face stung from the force. Slowly, she turned back to him, her eyes blazing.
"Don't you ever lay a hand on me again," she warned.
She tried to leave.
He grabbed her wrist.
His grip was like iron as he dragged her toward him.
Charles smirked, his face void of regret. "Or what?" he sneered.
His voice was laced with cruel amusement.
"What are you going to do, Suzanne? Run away? You've got nowhere to go. No one would take you in."
Her voice came out barely above a whisper. "Let me go."
His grip tightened.
Without another word, he yanked her forward.
Suzanne's chest constricted as he dragged her toward the bed.
Her body was drained. Too exhausted to fight.
He shoved her onto the mattress.
"You're going to stop acting like a spoiled child and start doing what's expected of you," he hissed. His breath was hot against her skin. "Do you understand?"
She pushed herself up. Her chest heaved with fury.
There was no anger left. Only exhaustion.
She looked at him. Her voice was low, trembling.
"Get out."
His jaw clenched. His gaze burned with contempt.
"Don't push me, Suzanne. You won't like where that leads."
She spat back at him. "You will do nothing."
Regret hit her the moment the words left her lips.
A tense silence fell between them.
Then, slowly, he unbuckled his belt.
The sound was deafening in the room.
"Then I shall teach you a lesson," he said coldly.
His movements were slow. Deliberate.
A chill ran down Suzanne's spine.
Her: Magdalena had lived her life as a slave within the Crimson Moon Pack. Invisible. Unwanted. Bound to the whims of others. That existence, pitiful as it was, ended the day she was sold. Not for her worth, but as a mere substitute for the Beta's daughter. Traded like livestock, bartered away to the Shadow Fang Pack. She had believed leaving would mean freedom. It did not. It was a sentence. A sentence to a fate far darker than she had ever imagined. The moment her feet crossed into Alpha Darius's lands, A new weight settled upon her shoulders, Heavy as iron shackles. And then came his words, cold and cutting, sharper than any sword. "You shall suffer for your mother's sins. For the blood she spilled, my mother's blood. You will plead for mercy, but I shall show you none." She knew nothing of the crimes her supposed mother had committed. Yet to him, guilt was not bound to deeds, but to blood. And punishment was not justice, it was vengeance. Now, bound by force in marriage to the most merciless Alpha to ever walk the earth, Magdalena must endure a life forged from another's sins. Her only crime was being the daughter of a woman she never truly knew. Him: The moon held dominion over many. Shapeshifters who roamed as wolves under its pale gaze, Lycan beasts born of blood and fury, And witches who drew ancient power from its ever-changing face. But what became of a soul who bore all three legacies? A harbinger. The living prophecy of doom. Whispers in the dark spoke of one destined to destroy the ancient orders, to end the reign of power-hungry kings, beasts, and seers alike. He was raised in shadows, His lineage concealed, His might hidden from the eyes of the world. He could have ruled, Could have conquered, And all would have trembled at his name. But he chose silence. Until word reached him. His mate, carrying his unborn heir, was in peril. In that moment, he forsook all laws, Shattered every vow of restraint, And unleashed the storm within. Not for power, But for love. Warning: This is not your typical werewolf tale. Set in a bygone era, this narrative is woven with period-appropriate language, blending dark romance with intense and explicit themes.
Eve, a rich heiress, is obsessed with revenge against her cruel step-sibling, but nothing she does seems to hurt them. Desperate, she makes a risky deal with a demon to get his help. In exchange, he gives up part of his immortality, leaving him weaker and vulnerable. To regain his power, the demon must make Eve fall in love with him-something completely against his nature. But as they work together, their connection grows. Eve begins to soften, drawn to the demon's unexpected kindness, while he discovers feelings he thought he'd lost. Their bond becomes undeniable as the demon admits he cares for Eve, seeing not just her anger but her strength and heart. Now, Eve is torn between her thirst for vengeance and her growing feelings for him. With danger closing in, they must face a difficult question: will their love break them, or will it save them both?
After pursuing Kathleen who wouldn't yield to him, Aiden decided to use other means. With his deceptive ways, he made her work for him just to be closer to her everyday. One day, he gave her these rules: 1. Avoid my room. No trespassing. 2. Diligent and be alert at all times. 3. No gossip. That should be one of your qualities as a therapist. 4. Be by my side while I sleep. 5. Respect. No disobedience. 6. Don't be a nosy type. MIND YOUR BUSINESS. 7. Do not fight or bully. 8. No inviting friends. 9. Do not leave the mansion except on your free days. 10. 9am to 10am- 12am till daybreak for sessions. When Kathleen read this, she was spitefully angered, throwing him many cursed words at the same time, "You know what?, fuck you and your rules' shithead. You psycho!!" Unbotheredly, he reminded her, "You owe me," "To hell with you, I'm going to pay you back every dime that I owe." But his next words made her dumbfounded. Smirking, he questioned, "How do you pay $10m?." Book 1 of Billionaire's Ex-lover
Avila grew up emotionally damaged by the man she thought was her father, she was hated and disrespected in her kingdom and as the heir to the throne, she was rejected by her people because she was born blind. What happens to her after the war and their kingdom is lost to Sabaene kingdom where the king took her in? Would he be able to love her or would he hate her because he lost his parents in the hands of Avila's father? "Father?. You dare call me father?." Before Avila could apologize, a deafening slap landed on her right cheek. "You're nothing but a cursed child. I regret the day you were born and every time I look at you, I feel like squeezing the life out of you." King Edward IV snarled, with his deadly eyes on Avila. He breathed out heavily, turned around and stormed off the dark room in which she was caged. A whimper left her lips when Avila saw her father was long gone. She fell on the floor with hot tears rolling down her cheeks. ………
After five years of leaving Seattle and her normal life with her ex-lover. She comes back with her child, but not as the Kathleen anyone knew before, but as a good businesswoman. After going to a dinner party and accidentally meeting her ex-lover, her love for him re-kindled and she seem to go on another romantic session with him. But would they be together after Clara came back to cause more trouble for them?.
Warning- Mature Audiences only!. -Strong sexual content. -® rated language. © Original work. Description: "Get up!." He commanded. His voice was stern and his cold blue eyes pierced into my skin. I didn't look fazed by his intimidating demeanor. "You muckerfucker blood-sucking demon." I cussed, biting down my lower lip to hinder myself from not raining more curses at him. He smirked. He glided across the room until he stood in front of me, I looked right into his eyes as he lowered down to my level. His hand gripped my chin up, his blue eyes looking deep into mine. "You won't end well if you continue to speak to me like that," I smirked. "I am not afraid of you!" He smiled but it didn't reach his eyes. "And you're afraid of death, I am death." My jaw dropped. He knows where to get me. He let go of me seeing my frightened look and looking satisfied. "But you didn't have to kill that girl for my sake. She did nothing." "Someone's going to cover up for you." He turned around and went to sit on my bed. "But I didn't kill him. There was nothing to cover up for." "Oh, dear." He said and lit his joint up. "He died." I froze. I killed someone too. I've stained my hands with blood. "Don't look too surprised and all that stunned. That's one thing you'll learn how to do and face. You've got to learn how to kill." *** Vanora Campbell's mom died leaving her with her uncaring father, she blamed her father for killing her mother and lived so carelessly thereafter. Her life turned upside down when her dad sold her to the Italian mafia boss, Zavi Covillie.
Rosalynn's marriage to Brian wasn't what she envisioned it to be. Her husband, Brian, barely came home. He avoided her like a plague. Worse still, he was always in the news for dating numerous celebrities. Rosalynn persevered until she couldn't take it anymore. She upped and left after filing for a divorce. Everything changed days later. Brian took interest in a designer that worked for his company anonymously. From her profile, he could tell that she was brilliant and dazzling. He pulled the stops to find out her true identity. Little did he know that he was going to receive the greatest shocker of his life. Brian bit his finger with regret when he recalled his past actions and the woman he foolishly let go.
Forced to take her sister's place as bride to the ruthless Lycan King Sebastian, Eleanor faces a marriage filled with cruelty and humiliation. Though she is his destined mate, Sebastian remains blind to their connection, his hatred for her ruining what should have been an unbreakable bond. When her powers emerge on her twentieth birthday, Eleanor finally gains the strength to defy her tormentor. But her bid for freedom ends in tragedy-captured, violated, and left for dead. In her final moments, she makes a desperate plea to the Moon Goddess for a second chance at life. Her wish is granted, sending her back in time with her memories intact and vengeance burning in her heart. But as Eleanor plots her revenge against the Lycan King, she stumbles upon dark secrets that change everything she thought she knew. The web of lies and betrayal runs deeper than she could have imagined, and the true villain may be hiding in plain sight.
Melanie married Ashton out of gratitude, but she quickly found herself entangled in a web of relentless challenges. Despite these struggles, she stayed true to her commitment to the marriage. In the hospital room, Ashton indifferently attempted to draw her blood, disregarding her discomfort. This callous act was a harsh revelation for Melanie, awakening her to the grim reality of their relationship. Resolved to prioritize her own welfare, she decided to sever ties. With newfound resolve, Melanie filed for divorce. In the process, she unveiled her concealed identities, leaving everyone in shock. Throughout these turbulent times, Melanie realized that Derek, Ashton’s uncle, had been discreetly protecting her all along.
Charlee was left at the altar and became a laughingstock. She tried to keep her head high, but ultimately lost it when she received a sex tape of her fiance and her half-sister. Devastated, she ended up spending a wild night with a hot stranger. It was supposed to be one-time thing, but he kept popping up, helping her with projects and revenge, all while flirting with her constantly. Charlee soon realized that it was nice having him around, until her ex suddenly appeared at her door, begging for another chance. Her tycoon lover asked, “Who will you choose? Think carefully before you answer.”
"Mr. Evans, please maintain some dignity. Don't forget I'm your brother's wife!" Having caught her husband and best friend together in the bed, Elena wanted nothing more than to exact revenge on the people she once called family. She refused to be a pitiful divorcee and vowed to make everyone who had once looked down on her beg for forgiveness. And to start with her newfound freedom, Elena indulges in a one-night stand with a stranger. However, what was meant to be a fleeting escape turns into a nightmare when she learns that the stranger is none other than her husband's older brother! Would Elena be free from the shackles of her marriage? Or would the mysterious stranger make her life a living hell since he seemed to have a personal vendetta against his family? [The story is 18+ and involves mature content.]
In the previous life, Maggie Johnson was so cowardly, gullible and stupid that she was coaxed by her fiance and stepsister and then broke her legs and lost everything including her fortune, love and even life. However, she was so lucky that she was reborn in the year before everything happened. Since her life restarted, how could she repeat a previous tragedy? Therefore, in this life, she took the opportunity to improve herself and take revenge on the ones who had ever insulted her. Facing the people who had humiliated her previously, she became smart and experienced to break their frames and tricks that had caused her to hurt in the previous life. Finally, no one could stop her pace to amaze the world any more.