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Zaniyah Moore was born into a prosperous family. She possesses abundance, beauty, and talent. Nonetheless, in an unforeseeable twist of destiny, she and her family lost everything. Her parents were indebted, and she had no idea how to repay such a large sum of money. The debt collector desires for her to fulfill all of the Moore family's debts. She did not anticipate, however, that in the midst of her adversity, her long-lost childhood sweetheart would return. Not to rescue her, but to take her as his own. Ambrose Ward, the ruthless Flame Leopard Group Billionaire. Zaniyah's relationship with Ambrose was a living nightmare since she was tortured and abused of love, and it is hard to replace Ambrose's late wife. What can Zaniyah endure for Ambrose owing to their divergent love convictions? How long will she continue to love Ambrose? And ... How long is she expected to serve as a replacement wife?
Zaniyah's Point of View
I had completely forgotten how long I had been imprisoned in this house or how I ended myself in the company of a ruthless, harsh, and wicked monster. I wish I could knock myself senseless of the fact that the man I desire is merciless.
"Zaniyah."
He quietly calls me to the door. His voice was stern yet strong, and I felt obliged to open the door.
As my hand trembled, I opened it. Our eyes connected, but I was the first to withdraw when I saw his disgusted gaze again, as if I were dirt in front of him.
I took a step back and bowed. "D-do you need anything from me?"
I clenched the sleeveless shirt in my hands and fondled them.
I lifted my eyes when he did not respond.
However, I came to a halt when I saw blood on the side of his tuxedo. My body grew progressively motionless as it froze.
"YOU HAVE BLOOD!" My sense returned to reality because of what I was seeing.
I was about to touch his side when he abruptly shoved me.
"I did not order you to touch me. Remove your filthy hands off." His voice is dead. He also raised his head and stroked his side. Sweat had already built up on his brow. "You are disgusting!"
I shuddered in response to what he said, but I refrained from him not allowing me to speak. "However, your wound-"
"I BOUGHT YOU! Regardless of what I do, it's none of your business!" He did not allow me to continue speaking because he insulted me again in his plummy voice, demonstrating his hate for me.
I tightened my grasp on the hem of my sleeveless shirt. Tears also formed in the corner of my eye.
"Then why did you bring me here?" I murmur to myself, but I know he heard. Slowly, my terrified face recovered and was replaced by an anxious one. "You may simply leave me to the debt collector, why did you rescue me if you would show me the same thing?"
Even though I was scared of what he would do to me, I still had bravery.
"Zaniyah." He throatily addressed me. "Don't ever set your thoughts to nonsensical stuff."
"It's not n-nonsense! No matter how much I think about why you brought me here, to be abused like this, my capacity cannot cope with it!" I wobbly uttered while stepping backwards.
He gave me a fatigued expression.
"I-I shall sleep now. Please, leave-"
I strangulated when he claimed my lips. He forced himself on my body although I resisted.
"Please! N-no! Stop!" I shrilled. I also closed my eyes due to the ferocity of his lips' movements.
I took a step back, but my foot met with something in the floor, which caused me to fall and he released me.
He accidentally lay his heavy body on mine.
I checked what was hitting me when I saw the flower vase.
I still couldn't recover when he tore my cover and seized my two hands. He pushed them to the side of my head.
"No! I'm b-begging you ..." I could no longer recognize my voice because it was so feeble.
But no matter what else I implored he would not listen. He still persisted in kissing me when I couldn't move my body.
When my body gave in to him, I felt his unexpected pause.
I used that opportunity to make one of my hands escape.
I discovered the shattered piece of flower vase in my hand. I clenched my palm and could no longer endure the crystal to puncture my flesh.
"I said s-stop!" I make piercing noises and pound him hard with my fist where the glass is.
I realized his face was also wounded by what I did.
I catch my breath as his eyes get intoxicated.
I could see the softening of his demeanor through his deep eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a hard stare.
He rose up, shifted his eyes away from me, and headed to the door.
"Heal your wound."
I watched him tighten his jaw, but he never returned my gaze, and I heard the door slam.
Rather than being glad that he had vanished, I became even more overwhelmed upon seeing his look.
How did I find myself in this predicament?
Even I like to believe that everything is a dream.
My parents owed money to Dwayne Salvador, the alligator debt collector. He is lending people money and triple the loan. My parents were drowning in debt, and the company for which they worked burst like a bubble.
On the day they intended to kidnap me as payment for what my parents owned, the guy I imagined to be a superhero similar to the one I watched on television appeared unexpectedly.
Ambrose Ward.
If you believe he paid off my parents' debts, you are mistaken.
He had money but chose not to pay, preferring instead...
He killed Dwayne Salvador.
At first, I assumed he was outraged because he was so eager to rescue me and my family.
However, I was wrong...
~Flashback~
"Mr. as well as Mrs. Moore. Our family used to have gatherings. You are probably aware that your child will not be abandoned by me. " A man speaking in monotone, trying not to frighten my parents who are now hugging because they are surrounded by men with granite bodies.
"A-ambrose... my child," my mother paused, unable to correctly compose the words she was about to speak.
After a few minutes, no one talked except for my father, who proceeded to express what my mother wanted to say.
"What are you going to do with my daughter?"
"...Your daughter." Ambrose stood up and approached me.
Everybody remained quiet.
He raised my chin and pressed the razor-sharp knife at my neck.
"Assume she is replacing someone who has died."
~Present time~
That is not the only memory that remains in my mind...
How he claimed my body that day still lingers.
"Loving you is the worst sin I've ever committed in my life, Tyron," Lizelle's bitter words seemed to burn her heart. The butterflies in her stomach died, the rain joined her lifeless heart, and above all, her self-loathing could not be erased as if it was a mark engraved on her entire being. What can we bestow for love? What can we waive? And what can we give up? People who were met at the wrong time and chance. How long can they forgive each other to forget the past?
[Warning! Explicit Content!] This is not a compilation of erotic short stories. This book is a long novel. Read at your own risk! [Book 1: Paddle me, Daddy] ••••••••••••• "Wealthy and renowned billionaire." Who doesn't like those words? Perhaps anybody, including myself, would spread their legs to be engaged to someone who has a title like that! Maybe if I was forced to tear my undies, I'd do it merely to get the attention of someone with a big name in the business and make my fantasy come true! But what if the illusion you believed would never come true becomes real? A billionaire who is wealthy and well-known... The issue is... his heinous attitude! I'm Rain Watson, and I've been hired as Damon Cooper's sex slave! But how could I continue serving him if he has the most evil behavior?! He grinned as he threw the money in my face and mocked me again, "So, Rain, tell me. Will you stretch your legs open or run away from me?"
After Grayson's mother's funeral, the named Acalan Miller offered him to train the Chinese traditional dance who used to dance way back in history. On the day of one of his performances, he met someone that seems familiar to him. The day of his visit to the store that he used to rent outfits, he saw the man again. There, he started to doubt the life he is living. Beneath his blossom and spring life is beyond conflicts and mystery. The leaves started to fall and snow began to pour. Where would destiny carry him?
“You need a bride, I need a groom. Why don’t we get married?” Both abandoned at the altar, Elyse decided to tie the knot with the disabled stranger from the venue next door. Pitying his state, she vowed to spoil him once they were married. Little did she know that he was actually a powerful tycoon. Jayden thought Elyse only married him for his money, and planned to divorce her when she was no longer of use to him. But after becoming her husband, he was faced with a new dilemma. “She keeps asking for a divorce, but I don’t want that! What should I do?”
"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?"
"Sign the divorce papers and get out!" Leanna got married to pay a debt, but she was betrayed by her husband and shunned by her in-laws. Seeing that her efforts were in vain, she agreed to divorce and claimed her half of the properties. With her purse plump from the settlement, Leanna enjoyed her newfound freedom. The constant harassment from her ex's mistress never fazed her. She took back her identities as top hacker, champion racer, medical professor, and renowned jewelry designer. Then someone discovered her secret. Matthew smiled. "Will you have me as your next husband?"
"Please trust me, I didn't do anything." "I don't believe you. I am rejecting you as my Queen and giving you the punishment of death." Alina was living outside her pack for five years. Her parents didn't try to contact her and always ignored her. Her best friend convinced her to go back to their pack and she agreed. But she had never imagined what was waiting there for her. She never thought she would meet her mate and had to face betrayal from everywhere. She had to pay for the crime which she never committed. Aaron Robertson is the king of Lycans. He is a very dominant and powerful King who not only rules Lycans but also rules other ranks of werewolves. Everyone is afraid of Lycans and he is the king of them. But who knew that he would get a mate who was just a simple Omega with no powers and strengths? He called her weak all the time but little did he know that his weak Omega would give him the biggest betrayal of his life for which he had to give her the sentence of death.
Darya spent three years loving Micah, worshipping the ground he walked on. Until his neglect and his family's abuse finally woke her up to the ugly truth-he doesn't love her. Never did, never will. To her, he is a hero, her knight in shining armour. To him, she is an opportunist, a gold digger who schemed her way into his life. Darya accepts the harsh reality, gathers the shattered pieces of her dignity, divorces him, takes back her real name, reclaims her title as the country's youngest billionaire heiress. Their paths cross again at a party. Micah watches his ex-wife sing like an angel, tear up the dance floor, then thwart a lecher with a roundhouse kick. He realises, belatedly, that she's exactly the kind of woman he'd want to marry, if only he had taken the trouble to get to know her. Micah acts promptly to win her back, but discovers she's now surrounded by eligible bachelors: high-powered CEO, genius biochemist, award-winning singer, reformed playboy. Worse, she makes it pretty clear that she's done with him. Micah gears up for an uphill battle. He must prove to her he's still worthy of her love before she falls for someone else. And time is running out.
Joelle thought she could change Adrian's heart after three years of marriage, but she realized too late that it already belonged to another woman. "Give me a baby, and I'll set you free." The day Joelle went into labor, Adrian was traveling with his mistress on his private jet. "I don't care whom you love. My debt is paid. From now on, we have nothing to do with each other." Not long after Joelle left, Adrian found himself begging on his knees. "Please come back to me."