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Miranda Lovette may have been born into a wealthy family but she refused to be pushed into an arranged marriage by her family. In order to avoid her parents terrible taste in matchmaking, she married college classmate Anthony DeMarko. Although she didn't love him, his dashing good looks and taut muscular body was enough to pass in her social circle. Anthony knew Miranda used him for her own purposes but honestly, his parents were hounding him to settle down as well. One could say they were using each other. Kismet Jameson was abandoned by her father at age 2 and raised by her mother single handedly. Well until her mother died, leaving 13 year old Kismet to fend for herself. All of them have secrets they are desperate to keep. Find out what happens when their worlds collide.
Miranda waltzed through the front door sporting one of the newest dresses made by Armani. It was a form fitting knee length red cady draped dress, with a crossover neckline that dipped quite low. The three-quarter length sleeves were flawless, and the garment stopped just above her knees showing off her long-toned legs.
Anthony watched from the couch as she passed by ignoring him completely. They had been married for 4 years now and this was an everyday occurrence. He had been constantly treated like air for the entire marriage and honestly, he was tired of it. Although they live in the same house, they never slept in the same room or together for that matter. They have separate rooms and lead separate lives. He doesn't even stay at the mansion most of the time.
After they wed, he made sure to buy an apartment of his own in a secluded complex with moderate security. Their marital home was bought for Miranda by her parents, and they had refused to even think about putting his name on it. Which was fine with him since the mansion was in an upscale neighborhood and had more rooms than they could possibly need. The interior decorations were gaudy and screamed wealth and upper-class.
Miranda and Anthony were total opposites in personality as well. Where Anthony was a quiet introvert, Miranda was an extreme extrovert. She loved to be the center of attention. That was one of the reasons he was ready to divorce. In two days, it would be their 5-year anniversary and rather than celebrate like others would with a nice dinner out at a restaurant to at least keep up the pretense, she made sure to find a random excuse to be out in the center of high society. Recently, she has started making excuses to go out alone.
He was fine with that though. He had other things he could immerse himself in such as looking for a loophole in the marriage contract he stupidly signed or work.
While he was still sitting on the couch, she came breezing back into the living room.
"Oh, there you are. I'm going out. Make sure you clean up my bedroom, bathroom, and well, you know the drill by now. Just make sure everything is clean. I don't give you a monthly allowance for your good looks. Get off your butt and get to work."
Anthony knew what the answer was going to be before he even asked the question, but he had to ask anyway. "You realize our 5-year anniversary is coming up in two days. Would you like to go out to dinner with me?"
"No. I have a charity banquet to attend for work that day. You can go by yourself."
"That defeats the purpose."
"What! I don't need your sass," she retorted flipping her hair. She turned around and strode toward the large oak front door, her stilettos echoing throughout the large entryway.
BAM!
The sound reverberated through the empty mansion before silence eventually enveloped him. With a heavy sigh, Anthony stood from the couch and exited the cold empty shell of what was supposed to be a home. He climbed into his 1970 Chevrolet Chevelle SS, started the engine and drove away.
On her wedding day, Khloe’s sister connived with her groom, framing her for a crime she didn’t commit. She was sentenced to three years in prison, where she endured much suffering. When Khloe was finally released, her evil sister used their mother to coerce Khloe into an indecent liaison with an elderly man. As fate would have it, Khloe crossed paths with Henrik, the dashing yet ruthless mobster who sought to alter the course of her life. Despite Henrik’s cold exterior, he cherished Khloe like no other. He helped her take retribution from her tormentors and kept her from being bullied again.
Natalie used to think she could melt Connor’s icy heart, but she was sorely mistaken. When at last she decided to leave, she discovered that she was pregnant. Even so, she chose to quietly leave his world, prompting Connor to mobilize all of his resources and expand his business to a global scale—all in a bid to find her. But there was no trace of Natalie. Connor slowly spiraled into madness, turning the city upside down and leaving chaos in his wake. Natalie finally surfaced years later, with wealth and power of her own, only to find herself entangled with Connor once again.
Trigger warning!!! Intended for mature readers who enjoy morally complex, slow-burn, poseesive, forbidden, dark romance that pushes boundaries. ***EXCERPT*** Blood everywhere. Trembling hands. "No!" My eyes blurred. His lifeless eyes stared back at me, his blood pooling at my feet. The man I loved-dead. Killed by the one person I could never escape - my stepbrother. *** Kasmine's life was never hers to begin with. Kester, her stepbrother, controlled and monitored her every move. At first, it was all sweet and brotherly until it began to turn into an obsession. Kester was the Alpha, and his word was law. No close friends. No boyfriends. No freedom. The only consolation Kasmine had was her twenty-first birthday, which was supposed to change everything. She dreamt of finding her mate, escaping the sickening control of Kester, and finally claiming her own life. But fate had other plans for her. On the night of her birthday, not only was she disappointed that she wasn't mated to the love of her life, but she found out that her mate was none other than him - Her tormentor. Her stepbrother. She'd rather die than be mated to a man whom she had known as her big brother all her life. A man who would do just anything to make sure she was his. But when love turns to obsession, and obsession turns to blood, how far can one girl run before she realizes there is nowhere else to run to?
She was a world-renowned divine doctor, the CEO of a publicly traded company, the most formidable female mercenary, and a top-tier tech genius. Marissa, a titan with a plethora of secret identities, had hidden her true stature to marry a seemingly impoverished young man. However, on the eve of their wedding, her fiance, who was actually the lost heir to a wealthy dynasty, called off the engagement and subjected her to degradation and mockery. Upon the revelation of her concealed identities, her ex-fiance was left stunned and desperately pleaded for her forgiveness. Standing protectively before Marissa, an incredibly influential and fearsome magnate declared, "This is my wife. Who would dare try to claim her?"
As a simple assistant, messaging the CEO in the dead of night to request shares of adult films was a bold move. Bethany, unsurprisingly, didn't receive any films. However, the CEO responded that, while he had no films to share, he could offer a live demonstration. After a night filled with passion, Bethany was certain she'd lose her job. But instead, her boss proposed, "Marry me. Please consider it." "Mr. Bates, you're kidding me, right?"
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.”