Revenge Marriage: Lust, Not Love

Richard skidded to a stop, coldly locking eyes with Snow. His gaze burned with a dangerous, predatory glint. Snow felt a jolt of despair. She finally snapped, demanding, "Richard, what the hell do you want?" Richard's voice was ice cold, and he uttered a single word,"You."What Richard was thinking: Want to fuck you. Snow no longer wanted to be the "spare blood bank" for her hypocritical, leukemia-stricken sister. She just wanted to live her own life. But the one person she overlooked was that terrifying, mafia boy, Richard. Once, when she was anemic and fled the hospital with nowhere to go, she collapsed on the street. He was the one who picked her up, brought her back, cared for her, and held her like she was something fragile carved into his very bones. On countless long nights, he kissed the ugly puncture marks on her spine. Even after her death, he went mad, broke into the funeral home, and stole away her cold, lifeless body. Now that she's back at sixteen, Snow doesn't seem to fear Richard quite so much anymore. When the boy stood silently in the shadows, watching her from a dark corner, Snow turned back and gave him a sweet, sunny smile. "As long as you're not mean to me, we can be good friends."The mafia mafia boy looked down at her porcelain-pale face and let out a cold, twisted laugh. "Who the fuck wants to be your friend?" He only wanted to pull her into his bed and never let go. Now that she's reborn, Snow truly wants to repay Richard-to change his harsh, doomed fate. But it seems the short-tempered mafia king never took her gentle warning to heart. Not until that day, when Richard cornered her in an empty classroom, the two of them completely alone. He grabbed her hand, hot to the touch, his body radiating heat. A dangerous smile tugged at his lips, wild and unrestrained. "You want me to behave?" he said, voice low and rough. "Then you better be real fucking obedient."

The moment Emily saw Carlos, she instinctively tried to shut the door. But Carlos had already guessed what she'd do - he grabbed onto the doorframe in an instant. Carlos, "I was wrong. I know I hurt you. I really do." Emily, "If you want to repent, go to church." Aiden had already appeared in front of her. He flung Carlos's hand off the door and walked straight into Emily's apartment. Bam! The door slammed shut. Carlos didn't even see clearly who it was. Emily hadn't processed it either before Aiden grabbed her hand, spun her around, and pinned her directly against the door. He didn't bother walking a few more steps. His breath reeked of alcohol as he kissed her fiercely and without warning. Emily's mind was still on Carlos, who was right outside. With just a thin wall between them - and a door that wasn't even soundproof - the shame came flooding in from all directions. She was sure Carlos could hear every sound of them kissing. She whimpered and tried to push Aiden away. Aiden frowned and grabbed her wandering hands, pinning them above her head, tight against the door. He captured her lips again in a kiss that left her breathless. With heavy breathing, Aiden lifted her chin, forcing her to look straight at him. "Say it. Say you only like me." Emily's ex-boyfriend Carlos had cheated on her. The girl he cheated with? Her uncle drove a Rolls-Royce Phantom. A few days after their breakup, Emily spotted that very Rolls-Royce Phantom outside the Imperial Banquet Hotel. Thinking of Carlos and that bitch Angela being all lovey-dovey, she couldn't help the bitterness rising in her chest. Carlos wanted to skip twenty years of hard work? Dream on. Carlos still wanted to be "in relationship" with her? Fine - she'd become their aunt in law. Let them have to smile and bow in front of her while trying to suck up. In that moment, Emily didn't know where the surge of confidence came from, but she smiled sweetly and knocked on the backseat window of that Rolls-Royce. The window rolled down slowly. A young, gorgeous man and his driver looked over. The man's eyes deep and mesmerizing behind his glasses. Emily's heart skipped a beat. Angela looks pretty average... but her uncle? He's ridiculously hot. Months later, Emily was cozily sitting in the backseat of the same Rolls-Royce, hand in hand with the elegant Aiden. Not far off, she spotted the cheater Angela and ex-boyfriend Carlos. She waved her fingers at them in a haughty, arrogant gesture. Emily,"Don't you know to greet your elders? Angela's face went pale as she slowly made her way over and said to the driver up front, "Uncle John" Emily, "...?"

CEO Cole turned to Anne."You said I'm beautiful?" "...Yeah." "Sexy body?""...Yeah.""Big, hard cock?""...Yeah.""Never regret sleeping with me?""..." Anne's face turned even redder than when she was drinking. "...Yep." Anne's voice was barely louder than a whisper."Perfect. I just happen to be in need of a bed partner. Interested?"Anne stared at Cole, wondering if he was drunker than she was. "...Okay." Anne was chosen by tycoon Cole at first glance because she resembled his beloved first love. At the time, it was Anne's first time working as a escort, doing so to afford the medical expenses for the grandmother who had raised her. After a night of passion, Cole suspected he had been set up-because he has never hooked on women so easily, especially escort. Seeing Anne's resemblance to his beloved first love, his guard against her was at its peak. However, when Anne was nearly assaulted by a perverted client, Cole stepped in just in time to save her. Under Cole's protection, Anne remained a escort but rarely suffered any harassment. Yet, because of her resemblance to his beloved first love, Anne always suspected-She just a mere substitute. After the first sex, Cole looked at Anne coldly and said, "This is the first and the last time." But after the second sex, Anne cursed, "Damn men. Never trust a word they say." Many years later, as Cole watched Anne sleeping beside him, he let out a sigh: Indeed, you should never have sex with the same woman more than three times. Otherwise, she will mean the world to you.

Mity made her first appearance in high society as Alan's fiancée, only to be met with a wave of disdain. Everyone knew Alan had always had a beloved first love in his heart-Mity was nothing more than a shield to appease his parents. Besides, her family background didn't match his. Seated at the highest VIP section, at the pinnacle of the social pyramid, was Stuart-the ruler of New York City's most powerful elite family. Cold, indifferent, and unattainable. His icy gaze swept over Mity, who clung gently to her fiancé's arm, looking as fragile as a rabbit. A member of the Raven family leaned over respectfully to ask for his opinion. Stuart held a freshly lit cigar between his fingers, his gaze dark and unreadable. Just half an hour ago, those delicate fingers had trembled, those soft lips had been bitten in hesitation, and with flushed cheeks, she had secretly slipped a hotel key card into his suit pocket. When he left the event, that same key card was tossed lightly into the trash. Later, Alan's beloved first love, who had been abroad for years, suddenly returned. His family pressured Mity to humble herself and beg him to stay, even slipping a hotel key card into Alan's hand on her behalf. That night, Mity was sent to the hotel. When the door opened, she saw a man in a tailored suit, reclining in a chair, idly playing with that very key card between his fingers. His chiseled features were shrouded in a bone-chilling coldness. "Why beg him?" Stuart's voice was devoid of warmth as his powerful palm seized her slender waist, pulling her onto his lap. His fingertip pressed firmly against her trembling lips. He led her to the door. From the hallway, Mity caught sight of Alan being led into the adjacent suite by his first love. Her face turned pale. Behind her, the man leaned in close, his lips brushing against the nape of her neck, his voice low and rough with menace. "Mity... why not beg me instead?" The door clicked shut. Clothes fell to the floor. At first, Mity had schemed her way into Stuart's life just to escape her parasitic family. But when Stuart took it seriously, she became the deceitful little liar. When the truth came to light, Stuart cornered her at the airport. "Mity," he said, his gaze dark and unreadable. "Say you like me."

Elena had given her virginity to Chasel, the most popular boy in high school and the secret object of her affection for years. When she shyly brought it up to him afterward, Chasel claimed he had been drunk and didn't remember anything. He offered her a substantial sum of money to leave him alone. Elena's first time had been tainted by Chasel's humiliation, made worse by the fact that he was the first man she had ever truly loved. Elena thought college would be her escape, that her high school memories would fade into obscurity. Instead, Chasel somehow became the object of her college roommate's affections. Worse still, Elena found herself constantly crossing paths with Chasel, who seemed to treat her differently from everyone else... "One year later, we divorce, with no interference in each other's lives." The only reason Elena agreed to a fake marriage with Chasel was her absolute conviction that the perfect Chasel could never fall in love with someone like her. But after the wedding, their faked marriage turned all too real. One year later, divorce couldn't even be mentioned-she couldn't even leave the house. Facing Chasel's forced love, Elena escaped through a window, fleeing the prison their home had become.Just when she was congratulating herself on finally escaping his clutches, the very next day, everywhere she went, someone would bow respectfully and say, "Mrs. Anthony, Mr. Anthony is waiting for you over there."

She originally had a fiancé, but she was forcibly taken and possessed by a dangerously handsome mafia king. Even though he was devoted to her, unwavering in his love, spoiling her endlessly, and giving her the utmost indulgence, she still wanted nothing more than to escape... Yet, after she finally fled, she discovered the truth-the fiancé who claimed to love her had long been secretly involved with her best friend, and the family she had always trusted had already fallen into the hands of her scheming stepsister. All her efforts had led to nothing but complete ruin, and she died in utter misery... Upon waking up, she stared at her reflection in the mirror-wild, unkempt hair, bloody tattoos, and a face painted like a ghost. Just one more second of looking at herself burned her eyes. In her past life, she loved another man and tried everything to escape, hating the mafia emperor to the core. Yet in the end, he was the only one who avenged her. Last time, she had been out of her mind-rejecting her breathtakingly powerful husband, only to be betrayed by a scumbag and a deceitful woman, brainwashed by her so-called best friend, and ultimately abandoned by everyone. But this time, no matter how those lurking snakes and cunning devils scheme to push her into divorce-sorry, this lady has finally turned her brain on!

She was hurt. She was bullied and made fun of. And the only hope that kept her going was finding her mate. She has always been weak. Weak to the world. Why? Because she was a lantern. She didn't have a wolf. That's what everyone thought about her. When she found her mate, he wanted her to be his slut and not a wife. She might be an omega, but it doesn't mean she will take disloyalty and betrayal lightly. So she did something that no one in history ever did. She rejected an Alpha. "I, Alexis Clark, reject Brandon Sterling, the alpha of Black mist pack, and consider myself a free soul until I decide so."; Were her last words before she left that torturous place and became a rogue. A rogue that everyone was fearing and finding. Why? Because she was the rogue that has become one of the biggest problems of almost all the packs in the country. She was Alexis Clark. A rogue that rejected an Alpha, stealth food, kill other rogues, and more than that was living with humans and studying with them. What will happen when her case is given to the world's most dangerous alpha, Sebastian Sinclair, who has taken it upon himself to punish this rogue. The one who hated rogues and omega to a level that was beyond understanding. Why? Because his mate was an omega, who betrayed him with a rogue before dying. How will Alexis tackle this alpha, in whose College she was studying and living under hiding for almost a year? What will Sebastian do when he finds out the new girl he had been talking to is none other than the rogue omega that he had decided to kill? "To love you with all my might was my only wish, but you were the only one who gave me endless suffering. So today, I promise myself to not fall for anyone."; A simple saying that both Alexis and Sebastian had vowed upon. Will they be able to find their love amidst all these problems?

"I, Riccardo Saviano, future Alpha of the Grey Shadow Moon Pack, reject you, Artemisia Guerrieri, Daughter of Alpha Franco of the Blood Moon Pack, as my mate and future Luna." One single sentence. One stupid single sentence was all it took to disintegrate my life. And the day of my birthday, on which this sentence was audaciously uttered to me, I lost the love of my life, my future mate, and my wolf, all at once. As I'm still assembling the pieces of my shattered heart years later, there they come. Like lightning out of a crystal blue sky. My Mates. But wait... If I am mated to triplets, how come I'm about to be mated to 5 gorgeous men? *** TW: explicit and foul language; spicy content; explicit sex scenes ***

“Do I want a taste?” his voice deeper than he had ever spoken. His eyes pinned on me like I was the only thing that fascinated him. “What do I do?” I thought to myself as he moved closer to me, I wanted to run away, to resist him but I was pinned to the wall by him. “Gosh I hate this man so much” his scent, his body, his beautiful green eyes, he was driving me crazy. I know this is wrong, he has a fiancee and all but that makes me want him even more. “Get on the bed and spread your legs” his cold voice woke me up and then I remembered I was just a maid to him. “Yes master”.

Aria never wanted to marry Kael, the arrogant playboy her father forced her to accept as her fiancé. But Kael had his own twisted motives-he only wanted her because she was the one girl who refused him. When Aria rejected his demand to sleep with him a week before their wedding, Kael tried to take what he wanted by force. His drunken pursuit ended in tragedy when he was struck by a car, leaving Aria caught in the crossfire of blame. Zander, Kael's elder brother and the soon-to-be Alpha King, believed Aria was responsible for his brother's death-and promiscuous to boot. To prevent war between their packs, Zander agreed to marry her, but only for revenge. His plan? Ruin Aria's life for a year, then cast her aside and divorce her. But Zander's scheme begins to unravel when his ex-best friend Asher returns, determined to take Aria for himself. As secrets from the past resurface, Zander discovers betrayal, lies, and truths he never wanted to face. Was Aria truly guilty, or was she just another pawn in a deadly game of power and revenge? Asher laugh and say, "You're a fool; she never wanted to come. I told her you were with Lyra, so she came. And now I've achieved my goal: I ruined your marriage." Zander feel foolish, asking, "But why? I never did anything to you! You were my best friend. I should have killed you when you slept with my ex fiancée, Lyra!" Asher respond, "You knew I loved her, but you stole Lyra from me. She was my true mate, but she refused to marry me because you were soon to be the Alpha King! She never loved you. She loved me but wanted to be the queen of werewolves; that's all." Zander would realize how foolish he was. Yet, he still believed Aria wasn't innocent because she slept with his deceased brother before the wedding.

WARNING! This book is not suitable for young readers or sensitive minds. Some parts contain graphic sex scenes, adult language, and situations intended for mature readers only! BLURB She saved herself for the man she thought would be her forever. She believed in love, in promises, in happily ever after. Until she caught her fiancé tangled in another woman's arms. Betrayal burned through her veins, leaving behind only one desire. REVENGE. And what better way to break him than to seduce the one man who could shatter his pride-his powerful, dangerously handsome billionaire uncle? He's older, untouchable, and completely off-limits. But she's willing to play dirty, willing to risk everything, just to watch her ex suffer. But what happens when the game turns on her? Because the moment she steps into his world, she realizes he's not just a pawn in her twisted little plan. He's a man who dominates, consumes, and makes her feel things she's never felt before. And the worst part? She might not want to escape.

"It's getting hot in here, don't you think?" I shudder as my clit becomes wet with his smooth voice. I melt away in his arms. He kisses me with a passion I've never felt before, and I moan into his mouth, lost in the moment until I sense him kicking open a door. I realize we're in a room. He continues the kiss as I wrap my leg around him, pulling him closer, his erection pressing into me. I feel my panties dripping wet from arousal. He releases me, resting his back on the headboard, and grabs my thigh, pulling me closer. His hand goes to my hair, releasing it to let my curls fall freely. He guides his fingers from my scalp to the ends of the curls, muttering in a husky voice, "Fucking beautiful. ****** Jasmine found herself trapped in a loveless marriage. Her world shattered when she uncovered her husband's betrayal on his birthday. Heartbroken and betrayed, she made the difficult decision to leave him and start anew in Illinois, with her friend Ava by her side. As Jasmine tried to go through her new life, a one-night stand left her pregnant, uncertain about the father's identity. But complications arose as Maxwell, Jasmine's ex-husband, refused to let go. Jasmine discovered shocking truths about Ava's betrayal. As secrets unraveled and loyalties were tested, Would she find the strength to overcome the obstacles in her way? Could she trust her heart, or would the shadows of the past forever haunt her?