Miranda Noah

This is the sequel to TRIO LOVE Story. This story is about the bond between the families that were created by their parents. Some might not be related by blood but the bond has existed since they were born and that was an unbreakable one. Blessed with beauty and good-looking, add up with intelligence and wealth, their life had been under the spotlight ever since they were born. Working up on the business legacy built by their parents, they managed to maintain and bring the legacy into a glory and unmeasurable success. However, when life seems to be in perfect flow, that is when reality might hit hard. The bond was indeed unbreakable when there were some who took in more than just a normal family relationship. “Father, I’m serious about it.I want to marry her!” Steven said with utmost honesty resolutely. Jackson was taken aback by Steven’s words. That was something he didn’t expect at all from someone that always had his emotions concealed tight in the deepest sea. Jackson just stared at Steven and Steven didn’t back down a little. Steven looked so determined and his eyes told Jackson that he wasn’t joking. Because indeed he wasn’t joking. Since Jackson had known about the thing he had done, he thought it would be useless if he tried to hide anything from him. Being honest is the option that he saw at this moment and he did it. When Jackson said nothing, Steven was worried but just like he always did, he didn’t show it up on his face. Before he could add something, Jackson cut him off. “Marry her? For what reason, Steven Shao? Marriage is not something that you can do only because you want it to happen! Besides, don’t you know that your sworn brother, Emanuel Mu, also had a thing for Jayleen? What do you think of that?” Join the journey and start reading now! ⚠️ Disclaimer : All the copyright of the photos that had been using in the BOOK COVER is belong to it’s owner.

"Ahhh. Let go of me you pervert!" Kalen shouted right to his face as she tried to pull out her wrist from Jackson's tight grip. 'Pervert?! No one ever called me that!’ Jackson fumed at that thought. Indeed no one ever did that to Jackson. Maybe because he never did that to anyone. Now, Kalen ticked him off. Jackson's face immediately turned red as what Kalen said really made him upset. Kalen got scared again because that is the same face on his face when he kissed her earlier. 'Oh no!’ Kalen screams in her mind. "Pervert? Let go of you?. In your dream!. I’ll show you what a pervert would do” Then Jackson kissed her again and again. Kalen's head moves left and right, right and left, to avoid his kiss. "Stop mm.. mm kissing.. me!" Kalen shouted words barely out of her mouth because Jackson kept on kissing her. Few minutes passed. Now both of them panting, gasping for air again. "Let go of me!" Kalen said within her gritted teeth. She is trying to get up, but both of her wrists are tightly pinned by Jackson. Her eyes were full with anger. "I will. Apologies to me first" Jackson said. Her fiery angry eyes didn’t weaken Jackson even a little bit. Instead, he doubled or maybe more his intense gaze on her. "Why should.. Okay.. I'm sorry.." Kalen was about to complain but under Jackson's stern gaze, she knew she had to compromise. "Apology accepted. Now, be a good girl. You have to obey from this moment.." Jackson got cut off by Kalen protests outburst "Why should I obey you?. I'm not your employee nor girlfriend or wife!" "Seriously, you want me to do it again?" Jackson said as his face got closer, his warning was so obvious. "Humm.. Okay. Okay. I'll listen to you" Again Kalen compromised. ‘You perverted jerk!’ She cursed in her mind. "Good. Now go back home. I'll send someone to pick you up at 5" Jackson ordered her. She nodded like a good and well behaved puppy. Jackson satisfied and patted her head gently said "Good girl". Jackson got off her, he then straightened his coat, crossed his leg, casually playing his phone as if nothing happened. That is where everything begin.. Can they have the happiness that everyone deserved?... Can they walk through the challenges destined in their life?... Will they stay together until the very end of the time?... This is the story of three young women who had their destiny and fate entangled with another three young men. Join their journey and start read now!... #Trio_Love_Story #Book_1 ⚠️ Disclaimer : All the copyright of the photos that had been using in the BOOK COVER is belong to it’s owner.

Vesper's marriage to Julian Sterling was a gilded cage. One morning, she woke naked beside Damon Sterling, Julian's terrifying brother, then found a text: Julian's mistress was pregnant. Her world shattered, but the real nightmare had just begun. Julian's abuse escalated, gaslighting Vesper, funding his secret life. Damon, a germaphobic billionaire, became her unsettling anchor amidst his chaos. As "Iris," Vesper exposed Julian's mistress, Serena Sharp, sparking brutal war: poisoned drinks, a broken leg, and the horrifying truth-Julian murdered her parents, trapping Vesper in marriage. The man she married was a killer. Broken and betrayed, Vesper was caught between monstrous brothers, burning with injustice. Refusing victimhood, Vesper reclaimed her identity. Fueled by vengeance, she allied with Damon, who vowed to burn his empire for her. Julian faced justice, but matriarch Eleanor's counterattack forced Vesper's choice as a hitman aimed for her.

Trigger/Content Warning: This story contains mature themes and explicit content intended for adult audiences(18+). Reader discretion is advised. It includes elements such as BDSM dynamics, explicit sexual content, toxic family relationships, occasional violence and strong language. This is not a fluffy romance. It is intense, raw and messy, and explores the darker side of desire. ***** "Take off your dress, Meadow." "Why?" "Because your ex is watching," he said, leaning back into his seat. "And I want him to see what he lost." ••••*••••*••••* Meadow Russell was supposed to get married to the love of her life in Vegas. Instead, she walked in on her twin sister riding her fiance. One drink at the bar turned to ten. One drunken mistake turned into reality. And one stranger's offer turned into a contract that she signed with shaking hands and a diamond ring. Alaric Ashford is the devil in a tailored Tom Ford suit. Billionaire CEO, brutal, possessive. A man born into an empire of blood and steel. He also suffers from a neurological condition-he can't feel. Not objects, not pain, not even human touch. Until Meadow touches him, and he feels everything. And now he owns her. On paper and in his bed. She wants him to ruin her. Take what no one else could have. He wants control, obedience... revenge. But what starts as a transaction slowly turns into something Meadow never saw coming. Obsession, secrets that were never meant to surface, and a pain from the past that threatens to break everything. Alaric doesn't share what's his. Not his company. Not his wife. And definitely not his vengeance.

The roasted lamb was cold, a reflection of her marriage. On their third anniversary, Evelyn Vance waited alone in her Manhattan penthouse. Then her phone buzzed: Alexander, her husband, had been spotted leaving the hospital, holding his childhood sweetheart Scarlett Sharp's hand. Alexander arrived hours later, dismissing Evelyn's quiet complaint with a cold reminder: she was Mrs. Vance, not a victim. Her mother's demands reinforced this role, making Evelyn, a brilliant mind, feel like a ghost. A dangerous indifference replaced betrayal. The debt was paid; now, it was her turn. She drafted a divorce settlement, waiving everything. As Alexander's tender voice drifted from his study, speaking to Scarlett, Evelyn placed her wedding ring on his pillow, moved to the guest suite, and locked the door. The dull wife was gone; the Oracle was back.

"We're friends," I said, voice barely steady. Aaron's lips curled, slow and cruel. "No, we're not." "Friendship's too pure for this." His hand slid to my waist, hot and claiming as he yanked me flush against him. "Do friends kiss like this?" He kissed me. Hard. Possessive. "Or grab each other like this?" A squeeze to my ass. A gasp. "Or think filthy little thoughts?" His breath burned against my ear. "Touch themselves to it?" My cheeks flamed. My body betrayed me. "Stop lying, Venus." His voice was a growl. "I feel it. Every time I'm near you." I whispered, "But you don't even like me." His smile was pure sin. "I don't have to like you to fuck you." Then the offer: "Let's get it out of our system. No lies. No strings. Just truth." He grabbed my chin, eyes lit with hunger. "Say the word, princess." A whisper against my lips- "I'll ruin you." And God help me... I wanted him to. --------- Aaron Sinclair needs a bride to claim his inheritance. Venus Carter needs a miracle to save her dying mother. What begins as a cold contract marriage spirals into a dangerous game of buried trauma, stolen identities, and forbidden attachment. He's ruthless, closed off, and refuses to love. She's resilient, lost, and refuses to stay unloved. But when secrets unravel revealing a stolen childhood, a tragic past, and a vengeful stepmother, their fake marriage is the only thing standing between them and destruction. In a world ruled by power and silence, will love dare to speak first or break them both instead?

My husband Julian celebrated our five-year anniversary by sleeping with his mistress. He thought I was a clueless trophy wife, too dim to notice the vanilla and tuberose scent on his expensive suits. He was wrong. For years, I played Mrs. Vance, hiding my brilliance while Julian claimed my patents. An anonymous email confirmed his ultimate betrayal: photos of him and Scarlett Kensington in ecstasy. My heart didn't break; it solidified into ice at five years wasted. I activated "The Protocol" for a new identity and escape countdown. Playing the doting wife, I plotted his downfall, catching him with his mistress selling my work, and publicly snapping his credit card. His betrayals and stolen work ignited a cold, calculated fury. He had no idea the monster he'd created. I was dismantling his empire. I shredded his patent papers, stripping him of his ill-gotten gains. With a final tap, I initiated "Identity Erasure." Mrs. Vance was dead. Dr. Evelyn Thorne had just begun her counterattack.

"Ahhhh!" I screamed out in pain while holding my reddened cheek with my hand and the pregnancy test kit with the other. "I'll kill you if you ever mention to Derek that you're carrying his child! Take this money and abort that thing in your womb, you whore!" Christina yelled at me with anger written all over her face after giving me a stinging slap, she looked like she could erupt any moment from now. -- Grace didn't plan for any of these to happen, she was just a secretary to one of the prominent billionaires in New York. One night at a gala, Mr. Derek, the CEO, who was drunk, took a liking to her and slept with her against her will. Unfortunately, Christina, Derek's Fiancee who was betrothed to Derek to broaden their family's business and enterprise, walks in on them while they are sleeping. To secure her position, she pushes Grace out of the bed and slips in beside Derek who was too drunk to remember who he slept with. She later fakes a pregnancy to trap Derek's attention and love. When Christina finds out Grace is pregnant with Derek's babies, she threatens her life and sends her out of the country while Derek is kept in the dark. What happens when the truth unfolds years later, and the Billionaire CEO finds out he has twins in another part of the country and that his so-called wife was a cheat and a fraud who slept with his brother and gave birth to his child? Will Grace let Derek take her children away from her or will fate bring them together or keep them apart?

Once upon a time, there were two kingdoms once at peace. The kingdom of Salem and the kingdom of Mombana... Until the day, the king of Mombana passed away and a new monarch took over, Prince Cone. Prince Cone, has always been hungry for more power and more and more. After his coronation, he attacked Salem. The attack was so unexpected, Salem never prepared for it. They were caught off guard. The king and Queen was killed, the prince was taken into slavery. The people of Salem that survived the war was enslaved, their land taken from them. Their women were made sex slaves. They lost everything, including their land. Evil befall the land of Salem in form of Prince Cone, and the prince of Salem in his slavery was filled with so much rage. The prince of Salem, Prince Lucien swore revenge. 🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳 Ten years later, thirty-years old Lucien and his people raided a coup and escaped slavery. They went into hiding and recuperated. They trained day and night under the leadership of the fearless and cold Lucien who was driven with everything in him to get back their land, and take Mombana land too. It took them five years before they ambushed and attacked Mombana. They killed Prince Cone and reclaimed everything. As they screamed out their victory, Lucien's eyes found and pinned the proud princess of Mombana. Princess Danika. The daughter of Prince Cone. As Lucien stared at her with the coldest eyes anyone can ever possess, he felt victory for the first time. He walked to the princess with the slave collar he'd won for ten years rattling in his hand as he walked. He reached close to her and with a swift movement, he collared her neck. Then, he tilted her chin up, staring into the bluest eyes and the most beautiful face ever created, he gave her a cold smile. "You are my acquisition. My slave. My sex slave. My property. I will pay you in spades, everything you and your father ever did to me and my people." He stated curtly. Pure hatred, coldness and victory was the only emotion on his face. .

The silence in St. Patrick's Cathedral wasn't peaceful; it was a physical weight on Stella's shoulders, heavier than her wedding dress. She stood alone at the altar, ready for her perfect life, when her phone vibrated with a text that shattered everything. Her fiancé, Bryce, messaged just moments before the vows: "I can't do this. Monica needs me. I'm sorry." Monica, her maid of honor, was the reason he fled. Bryce's mother then publicly shamed Stella, implying her career ambition drove him away. The betrayal of her sacrifices, her future, and her dignity ignited a white-hot rage. Stella ripped off her veil, grabbed the microphone, and exposed the groom and maid of honor's affair to the stunned guests before storming out. A furious wreck in her ruined gown, she stumbled on the cathedral steps, meeting Julian Sterling, the "Cursed Son" in a wheelchair. He offered no pity, only a detached assessment. In a defiant, adrenaline-fueled moment, Stella crouched and asked, "Are you single?" Julian, needing a strategic alliance against his family, agreed to a cold, transactional marriage of convenience. With the City Clerk's office hours ticking down, Stella tore her dress, determined to forge a new path of vengeance and desperate necessity.

Natalie Jackson, a 25-year-old woman, wanted to file for a divorce, but her husband declined. She was the illegitimate daughter of her father. Her in-laws treated her poorly, and now she had made up her mind to leave her marriage, but Franklin refused. Do you think Natalie will give Franklin a second chance? What happened when she struggled to give him a child, and her half-sister desired him too? Find out.

For three years, I documented the slow death of my marriage in a black journal. It was my 100-point divorce plan: for every time my husband, Blake, chose his first love, Ariana, over me, I deducted points. When the score hit zero, I would leave. The final points vanished the night he left me bleeding out from a car crash. I was eight weeks pregnant with the child we had prayed for. In the ER, the nurses frantically called him-the star surgeon of the very hospital I was dying in. "Dr. Santos, we have a Jane Doe, O-negative, bleeding out. She's pregnant, and we're about to lose them both. We need you to authorize an emergency blood transfer." His voice came over the speaker, cold and impatient. "I can't. My priority is Miss Whitfield. Do what you can for the patient, but I can't divert anything right now." He hung up. He condemned his own child to death to ensure his ex-girlfriend had resources on standby after a minor procedure.