(This book has sex scenes is rated 18+)In the elite world of New York City, 19-year-old Sophia Jack's life shatters when her father arranges her marriage to Billionaire Andrew Arthur, the son of a childhood friend. Sophia resists, setting the stage for a tumultuous relationship. Dark secrets surface as Sophia unveils ties between both families and the underground mafia. She faces a gut-wrenching choice: expose her father's past or allow Andrew's family's criminal empire to flourish. With the Mafia closing in, Sophia strikes a dangerous deal to save them both. But danger escalates, leaving them with the consequences of their choices.
"It had been a chilly evening in the city of New York. I had just finished living one of the most exceptional evenings of my life. The soft cool breeze struck my face as I descended from Mark's sleek black Audi SUV. "Thanks for an incredible night," I vocalized, leaning on the window, giggling. "Your presence made it incredible," he retorted. My lips sculpted a beautiful smile. "Goodnight, darling," he extended his palm to touch the tip of my finger. As I began to walk away slowly in my Jimmy Choo heels, I rotated towards the humming noise of his window sliding further down.
"Do you need me to escort you in?" he inquired gently. "No, it's alright, I'll manage," I responded hastily. He inclined further from the window, moving nearer to me, and I ambled a step closer to him. "I love you," he said, and we leaned in for an impeccably timed kiss through the car window. "I love you too," I retorted as I turned swiftly to ascend the steps to my apartment building. It was notably chilly outside. "Welcome back, Miss Sophia," Kent, the security guard, greeted with a playful tone as I ambled past him. "Glad to return, Kent," I rejoined in an equally playful tone, patting his arm and giving a slight wink. I entered the elevator and hit the button for the top floor - our family penthouse. As the elevator journeyed upward, I retrieved my phone from my clutch to see an avalanche of notifications from my friends sharing about some party at a new club and the new people they met there, causing me to chuckle as I walked into my penthouse. It was around 11:30 at night, and I had been hoping my parents were not home. To my dismay, a voice echoed from the office; it was my father. "Sophia, I need you here," his tone demanded sternly. I was curious if I had breached my curfew, which had been set at 11 PM since my seventh grade, a rule I had not respected for years. I placed my Louis Vuitton bag on the counter and moved towards his office, my heart pounding. Once inside, he curtly ushered me to sit across from his desk. "Where have you been? Who were you with?" He probed, his tone teetering on irritation. "I spent the evening with Mark, can you explain what's going on?" I retorted with my most innocent voice. His scowl and irritated demeanor only deepened. "I requested you home early this morning because we had vital matters to discuss," He was practically roaring at this point as I faintly recalled him expressing this while I was drying my hair for school earlier this morning....
"I'm terribly sorry, I may have forgotten. What's so urgent that you wish to discuss?" I replied in my most innocent voice. His tone softened when he began recollecting tales about his childhood best friend, Aron Arthur.
I had heard many a tales about him, about the epoch my father had spent with him during their adolescence. I also knew about his extraordinary wealth, significantly surpassing that of my family, which is a rare occurrence. He was born into affluence, and is now ranked amongst the wealthiest men in the nation. My father then redirected the discourse towards AronArthur's son, Andrew, who my father claims is slightly older than me. I showed my disapproval, well aware that he is at least five years my elder. I scarcely heard about Andrew, mostly due to his boarding school attendance since the tender age of seven, somewhere in California. Thus, I listened with rapt attention.
"The time is ripe for Andrew to take over his family venture, but he needs a wife for that." my father proclaimed. The thought of a marriage at such a tender age made me shudder.
"His father and I have forged an agreement and business deal, thus you will be wed to Andrew."
My immediate reaction was chuckling, presuming my father was jesting. However, his stern look instantly alarmed me.
"You will be getting wedded as soon as possible," was his stern command in an unusually possessive and controlling tone that he generally reserved for my mother.
Without delay, I rebutted that I'm just seventeen, too young for marriage, and that this is simply not happening. I still could not fathom what he was conveying.
His intense stare heightened, and so did his tone.
"You are to wed Andrew; this is not up for debate. Leave my office now, this discussion is over" he demanded.
His tone was frightening and severe, triggering tears. The image of my father began to blur.
"Leave NOW!" he yelled once more, compelling me to dash from his office, running straight into my mother.
"Did you know about this?" I questioned, my voice trembling with grief. My mother looked at me with compassionate eyes clouded with sorrow.
"Yes, and this will turn out beneficial," she comforted me.
"How could you?" I screamed, snatching my handbag from the counter as I bolted from her, stormed into my bedroom and slammed the door shut.
"Collapsing onto my bed, the urge to shed tears and vent to my friends overcame me, so I retrieved my phone from my bag and attempted to call them. However, none of them responded to the Group FaceTime call as they were all at some party at the new club on 6th Ave. I peeled off my garnet, skin-tight Oscar De La Renta designer dress that I had worn for my date with Logan the previous night. Once it was removed, I unclad entirely and immersed myself into my bath, pre-filled with warm water at my request to the housekeeper earlier that morning.
A sense of relaxation washed over me as I sunk into the tub, the aroma of lavender bath salts filling my nostrils. How was marriage at only seventeen, as a senior in high school, possible? Having a boyfriend compounded the complexity of the situation! My thoughts jumbled as tears continued to cascade down my face, vanishing into my bath.
Laid in my bath, reliving the past 20 minutes repeatedly until finally, I rose and carefully stepped out of the tub onto the heated marble floor. Wrapping myself in a warm towel that had been warming on the towel bar, my body greeted the heat gratefully.
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Meek and kind-hearted Robert is stuck in a turbulent marriage with Pamela, the love of his life, whose family appears to harbour an irrational hatred for him. He constantly experiences hostility and abuse from his wife's family because he is the son-in-law. Robert's in-laws are unaware that he is not the poor, common man they believe him to be. In truth, Robert is the last survivor of a sizable wealth that was left to him by a distant uncle who died many years ago. Robert had decided to keep his financial situation a secret from Pamela and her family out of concern that his money would overshadow any true relationship.
To the public, she was the CEO's executive secretary. Behind closed doors, she was the wife he never officially acknowledged. Jenessa was elated when she learned that she was pregnant. But that joy was replaced with dread as her husband, Ryan, showered his affections on his first love. With a heavy heart, she chose to set him free and leave. When they met again, Ryan's attention was caught by Jenessa's protruding belly. "Whose child are you carrying?!" he demanded. But she only scoffed. "It's none of your business, my dear ex-husband!"
In order to fulfill her grandfather's last wish, Stella entered into a hasty marriage with an ordinary man she had never met before. However, even after becoming husband and wife on paper, they each led separate lives, barely crossing paths. A year later, Stella returned to Seamarsh City, hoping to finally meet her mysterious husband. To her astonishment, he sent her a text message, unexpectedly pleading for a divorce without ever having met her in person. Gritting her teeth, Stella replied, "So be it. Let’s get a divorce!" Following that, Stella made a bold move and joined the Prosperity Group, where she became a public relations officer that worked directly for the company’s CEO, Matthew. The handsome and enigmatic CEO was already bound in matrimony, and was known to be unwaveringly devoted to his wife in private. Unbeknownst to Stella, her mysterious husband was actually her boss, in his alternate identity! Determined to focus on her career, Stella deliberately kept her distance from the CEO, although she couldn't help but notice his deliberate attempts to get close to her. As time went on, her elusive husband had a change of heart. He suddenly refused to proceed with the divorce. When would his alternate identity be uncovered? Amidst a tumultuous blend of deception and profound love, what destiny awaited them?
"You're mine, little puppy," Kylan growled against my neck. A soft gasp escaped my lips as his lips brushed my skin. My mind screamed at me to push him away-the Lycan Prince who had humiliated me again and again, but my body betrayed me, leaning into him before I could stop myself. He pressed his lips against mine, and his kiss grew more aggressive, more possessive as I felt my legs weaken. What was I doing? In a split-second, I pulled away and slapped him hard across the face. Kylan's eyes darkened, but the smirk on his lips exposed his amusement. "You and I both know we can't fight this, Violet," he said, gripping my wrist. "You're my mate." "And yet you don't want me," I replied. "You told me you were ashamed of me, that l'd never be your queen, that you'd never love me. So please, accept my rejection and let me go." "Never," he whispered, his grip tightening as he pulled me closer. "Soon enough, you'll be begging for me. and when you do-I'll use you as I see fit and then I'll reject you."
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Veronica is an eighteen-year-old omega who falls into an emotional breakdown when her Mate, who was soon to be the Alpha of the Sun crest pack, turns against her, hurls hurtful words at her, and rejects her on the night of the full moon festival because he and everyone in the pack, including her, thinks she is an omega. As if the pain of rejection, helplessness, and worthlessness wasn't enough, she lost her best and only friend to the cold hands of death when rogue wolves attacked their pack. Right in the presence of her mate, she was tagged as someone who always attracted problems and calamities anywhere she went and he turned a blind eye and watched as she was banished from the pack. With hatred for her life, she runs deep into the woods that were off-limits and jumps off to end her life, but in a turn of events, something else happens. What would her mate do when he finds out that Veronica is not who he thinks she is? Will she be able to forgive him? What fate lies ahead for them?