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In the Name of the Sacred Tree
Contract With The Devil: Love In Shackles
I watched my husband sign the papers that would end our marriage while he was busy texting the woman he actually loved. He didn't even glance at the header. He just scribbled the sharp, jagged signature that had signed death warrants for half of New York, tossed the file onto the passenger seat, and tapped his screen again. "Done," he said, his voice devoid of emotion. That was Dante Moretti. The Underboss. A man who could smell a lie from a mile away but couldn't see that his wife had just handed him an annulment decree disguised beneath a stack of mundane logistics reports. For three years, I scrubbed his blood out of his shirts. I saved his family's alliance when his ex, Sofia, ran off with a civilian. In return, he treated me like furniture. He left me in the rain to save Sofia from a broken nail. He left me alone on my birthday to drink champagne on a yacht with her. He even handed me a glass of whiskey—her favorite drink—forgetting that I despised the taste. I was merely a placeholder. A ghost in my own home. So, I stopped waiting. I burned our wedding portrait in the fireplace, left my platinum ring in the ashes, and boarded a one-way flight to San Francisco. I thought I was finally free. I thought I had escaped the cage. But I underestimated Dante. When he finally opened that file weeks later and realized he had signed away his wife without looking, the Reaper didn't accept defeat. He burned down the world to find me, obsessed with reclaiming the woman he had already thrown away.
IN THE NAME OF SIN
"He's unholy, he's dirty, and you must be kept pure." He said forcing our eyes to meet. The tip of his thumb brushed my lips. He let my hair go, stumbling back as tho he was tipsy. "Take off your clothes" I did as instructed, no questioning. When the miracle boy of Edevane is found in the arms o
In the name of vows
They've spent years at each other's throats billionaire CEO Adrian Kellerham and Outspoken, spoilt Christine Paige daughter of Top conglomerate current CFO. Rivals in business, nemesis from birth . So when CHRISTINE father announces she's being married to him she has no choice but to agree because i
In the Name of Love
Ryan Moussi is the president of Moussi Group which is the top company in the whole country. He is talented but arrogant. Christine Taylor is a girl from a common family who has a heartless father. So her life is not that happy. Once she runs into Ryan in a bar. She has never thought about being enta
In the Name of Ambition
Leonel Baumann, the relentless patriarch of a vast financial empire, decides it's time for his grandchildren to leave behind a life of excess and unchecked ambition. Concerned about the family's future, Leonel sets his own rules for the heirs to secure their places and claim their shares of the inhe
The Fruit of the Tree
IN the surgical ward of the Hope Hospital at Hanaford, a nurse was bending over a young man whose bandaged right hand and arm lay stretched along the bed. His head stirred uneasily, and slipping her arm behind him she effected a professional readjustment of the pillows. "Is that better?"
The Tree of Appomattox
From the book:Although he was an officer in full uniform he was a youth in years, and he had the spirits of youth. Moreover, it was one of the finest apple trees he had ever seen and the apples hung everywhere, round, ripe and red, fairly asking to be taken and eaten. Dick Mason looked up at them lo
Name of the Beloved
He is an amateur in the art world but is plagued by illness, living only to relieve his family's worries. She is a wife who was pushed out of the family by another woman, and her son is the whole meaning of her life. They are neighbors, yet strangers. Strangers meet. At that time, it was only
The Honor of the Name
Fifth book in the "Monsieur Lecoq" series and the sequel to "Monsieur Lecoq".
The Guardian Of The Sacred Stone
Gerald is on his way driving to school, when a portal appears on the road in front of his car and due to the speed he is driving, he enters the portal and finds himself in another ancient but beautiful world. he finds out he has magical powers. In this new world, he is in, the people that seek to ca
The Quest of the Sacred Slipper
A non-stop Sax Rohmer yarn. A slipper believed to belong to the prophet Mohammed has been stolen by a British archaeologist and a Muslim sect are after all who come into contact with it, the leader of the sect Hassan of Aleppo, is very much a stand in for Rohmer most famous creation Fu Manchu. The c
The Price Of Their Name
Leo Vance's quiet life as a struggling artist is about to be irrevocably altered. When his mother, Eleanor, announces her engagement to a formidable multi-billionaire, Leo is thrust into the glittering, ruthless world of New York's elite. Arthur Volkov is a man whose old money Russian empire is vast
The Curse Of The Vanderbilt Name
I’m Willow Hayes, a girl from the Appalachians, chosen by the wealthy Vanderbilt family for my unique "life blessing." They wanted me to marry their dying son, Ethan, hoping I could save him and secure their lineage. I bore him twins—a boy and a girl. Ethan miraculously began to heal. But then,
Under the Greenwood Tree
The plot concerns the activities of a group of church musicians, the Mellstock parish choir, one of whom, Dick Dewy, becomes romantically entangled with a comely new school mistress, Fancy Day. The novel opens with the fiddlers and singers of the choir—including Dick, his father Reuben Dewy, and gra
The Poison Tree: A Tale of Hindu Life in Bengal
The Poison Tree: A Tale of Hindu Life in Bengal by Bankim Chandra Chatterji
The Holly-Tree
Trajectory presents classics of world literature with 21st century features! Our original-text editions include the following visual enhancements to foster a deeper understanding of the work: Word Clouds at the start of each chapter highlight important words. Word, sentence, paragraph counts, and re
The Sacred Fount
It was an occasion, I felt — the prospect of a large party — to look out at the station for others, possible friends and even possible enemies, who might be going. Such premonitions, it was true, bred fears when they failed to breed hopes, though it was to be added that there were someti
The Alpha's Sacred Wolf
His hand moved to my breast and squeezed. Jolts of pain and pleasure shot through me and a cry escaped my lips. "You're nothing but a psycho and I loathe your existence," I spat out. "Yet your body says otherwise." His hand left my breasts and moved to my core. I gasped loudly, my eyes widening as p
