Omega Eliza Harrington has met a lot of her father's associates in the past, but the gorgeous, half Italian Alpha Romano Alessandro Visconti was the one to render her speechless. Eighteen months into their marriage, however, Romano has turned into ice. In a desperate attempt to escape a relationship that has now proven to be as passionate as it is cold and hateful, Eliza summons the courage to ask for a divorce. But before Romano grants her request, he demands something from her: an alpha heir. The stalemate they are stuck in sickens her. Never mind that Romano has yet to introduce her to the large family that means so much to him. Or that Eliza overhears her husband on the phone with a mystery woman. The most damning is that Eliza senses that Romano's callous attitude towards her involved behind-the-scenes machinations of Victor Harrington, her cruel father. From the depths of her anxiety, Eliza must seek an empowering truth about the husband who calls her, with such cold affection, his Tesoro, his beloved.
Eliza fell back onto the mattress, her body slick with perspiration and limp with pleasure. Spasms of her powerful release still violently racked her slender frame.
Her husband, Romano, had disentangled, detached, and distanced himself from her within seconds of their mutual orgasm and lay on his back beside him, his breathing heavy and ragged.
Eliza turned on her side to lovingly trace Romano's profile with her eyes, yearning to touch and caress the smooth and slightly tanned skin, but she knew her touch would be rebuked.
Romano's words, the ones he always said after his climax, still hovered in the air between them and still, after all these months, it hurt more than they should have.
"Give me a son, Eliza..."
With those five words, he killed the afterglow, destroyed the intimacy of the moment, and relegated the act into nothing more than a biological act for an heir.
After eighteen months of the same things, same words, Eliza had finally accepted that it would never change. It wasn't an abrupt realization. No, it was one that had been growing steadily since the very first time he'd said them.
But Eliza had her own five words. They were words that had been on the tip of her tongue for months and should have been spoken long before now. They were words that she could no longer swallow; no matter how much it hurt her to say them.
She sat up, naked, her body still trembling, and drew her knees to her chest. She wrapped her arms around her legs, pressed her cheek to her knees, and watched as Romano's breathing steadied and her own shaking subsided.
He lay spread-eagled, magnificently nude, his eyes shut, but she knew that he wasn't asleep. As usual he would take a few moments to compose himself before heading for the shower, where she always imagined him frantically scrubbing her scent and touch from his bronzed skin.
Eliza could no longer contain the words, and they spilled from her lips in desperate earnestness.
"I want a divorce, Romano."
Romano tensed. Every single muscle in his body went as tight as a coiled spring before he turned his head to meet his stare. His eyes were hooded, and his upper lip curled mockingly.
"But I thought you loved me, Eliza," he taunted with exquisite cruelty, and Eliza closed her eyes, trying to mask the pain that his words caused her. When she was sure she had her emotions under control, she opened her eyes.
"Not anymore." She hoped the lie sounded convincing.
"Hmmm..." Romano purred. "What happened to 'I'll love you forever, Alpha'?"
"Things change," he whispered.
"What things?" Romano rolled onto his side and propped himself up onto his elbow, resting his head on his hand. He looked so much like a spartan gladiator in repose that her throat went dry with desire.
Eliza swallowed painfully.
"F-feelings change..." she stuttered. Again Romano gave that husky purr of agreement, but Eliza wasn't fooled by his relaxed posture; he was as tense as a coiled snake.
"I...I've changed..."
"You look no different," he said, his voice still terrifyingly tender. "Still the same omega I married. The one who claimed to love me so much she couldn't live without me. The one whose daddy made sure she got exactly what she wanted..."
And that was when Romano struck, without moving, without so much as changing his voice.
"The same timid little omega who can't even give me the only thing I've ever wanted from this pathetic excuse for a marriage." Eliza flinched but she refused to divert her eyes.
"All the more reason for a divorce." Eliza tried for blasé but failed miserably.
"Maybe for you." Romano shrugged. "But I told you from the very beginning, cara, there would be no easy way out of this marriage. Not until I get what I want from you, and that day looks to be a long way off!. Unfortunately, as cliché as it may seem, you've made this bed and now we both have to lie in it!"
"I can't live like this anymore." Eliza buried her face in her knees and fought to keep the tears at bay.
"Neither of us has much choice..." The alpha sat up and stretched languidly before getting up to walk to the en-suite bathroom.
Eliza heard the shower start moments later and took a few seconds to compose herself before swiping the hot tears from her face with the backs of her hands.
She dragged on a gauzy peignoir and headed toward the kitchen to fix a drink of hot milk and honey. It was a concoction her mother used to make for her when she was a little girl, and she hoped that the comforting beverage would soothe her ragged nerves.
The familiar task of preparing the drink calmed her down significantly, and she had just eased onto a bar stool and taken her first sip when she felt the alpha's presence behind her.
The hairs on the nape of her neck stood on end, and his hands started shaking again.
"You must be cold in only that skimpy little thing you're wearing," Romano observed idly, heading to the fridge for a carton of orange juice.
His short black hair was damp and standing up in tuffs where he had carelessly towel-dried it after his shower.
He wore nothing but a pair of black boxer shorts. He looked as gorgeous as always, and Eliza hated him more than ever for that masculine perfection.
"I'm fine." Eliza got up abruptly and headed toward the sink to rinse her mug, but Romano grabbed her elbow to halt her movement. She tensed, shocked by the touch...Romano never touched her outside of the bedroom. In the eighteen months they had been married, married not boned, this was the first time that she could recall the alpha touching her without it being a precursor to s*x. Romano leaned closer to her and lowered his lips to her ear. She felt his hot breath on the side of her face before he spoke.
"There'll be no more talk of divorce, Eliza...ever," the alpha told her with a sickening air of finality.
"You can't stop me from divorcing you, Romano," she responded bravely.
No one dares defy Adrian Prescott, the frigid, untouchable ruler of the night realm. He's a man rumored to be immune to desire... until Annabelle Sullivan. After one explosive night, his icy control shatters, replaced by a singular obsession: Annabelle will be his. She'll bear his heir, a child destined for unimaginable wealth, and he'll stop at nothing to claim her. Refusal isn't an option; he'll keep her close, day and night, until she succumbs. But Annabelle carries his secret, a burgeoning life that binds her even as she longs for freedom. His child is growing within her, yet Adrian's possessive grip only tightens. His desire wars with her defiance-he's offered her everything, even his heart, but her spirit rebels. Now, the stakes are higher. He won't just take an heir; he'll make Annabelle his, body and soul, ensuring she can never run from him again.
The moment Lucy Carter steps into the shoes of Mrs. Anderson, her world tilts. Her new husband in New York City is all undeniable allure-handsome, powerful, and utterly dominant. But his allure is a mask for a chilling reality: a temper that's notoriously cold, arrogantly dismissive, and completely uncaring. This isn't a disaster for Lucy; it's an irresistible dare. She's far from a fragile damsel in distress. If she's bound to this impossible man for life, she intends to seize control. With her sharp wit, undeniable charm, and unyielding spirit, she will attempt the impossible: to tame the beast and forge him into the devoted partner she was always meant to have.
Xavier Ashford, the elusive, devastatingly handsome second son of the powerful Ashford family. His reputation precedes him: a month is all you get. No matter how many stunning women he draws in, he always lets them go. I told myself I'd be no different, just another temporary entanglement. But then came the night he didn't just leave. He threw a marriage certificate onto my bed, turning my carefully constructed world upside down. What kind of game was Xavier Ashford playing?
"Alpha, it's confirmed, we observed her emerging from the airport." Cyrus Carter's body stiffened at the news. It had been three years since he last laid eyes on HER, yet the mention of her name still stirred up the same tumultuous emotions within him. AriaThompson still had the power to make his heart race and ache, but this time, it was not with happiness...... it was filled with rage and determination. "Prepare the car. I'm getting remarried today, and this time, I'll ensure she does not escape me!...... us " he declared, his gaze fixed on the photograph of his mate.
Selene comes from a lead family of one of the biggest packs in the country . she has been taught how to be a good omega for her future alpha mate. Her parents arranged her marriage, she is promised to Alpha Tristan Blackwood , the heir of the biggest pack in the country, she is over the moon because her dreams about handsome, powerful alpha mate come true. But years pass between their first meeting and the wedding and Selene learns the hard way that reality is not the same as fairytales .Her mate shows no interest in her and seemed like he didn’t even want her. She stopped believing they might fall in love is she ready to give up on her dreams? Or would they just coexist ?
She looks delightful," the alpha's voice dropped a note, making Anastasia flustered. She finally deflected her gaze away from the alpha . The alpha's face still looked angry, yet his words suggested he wasn't. Does he just never look happy? "We found her, our mate." "8 fucking years," the other alpha hummed. "We waited for you for 8 years. Now that you are finally in front of us, I can see why. Perfection cannot be rushed and there is no omega like you." "Perfect," the other repeated back, face still buried in her scent gland. Anastasia only ever wanted to feel safe. She got more than he bargained for when he ran away from his cruel father and even crueler intended mate her father sold her to
Blinded in a crash, Cary was rejected by every socialite—except Evelina, who married him without hesitation. Three years later, he regained his sight and ended their marriage. "We’ve already lost so many years. I won’t let her waste another one on me." Evelina signed the divorce papers without a word. Everyone mocked her fall—until they discovered that the miracle doctor, jewelry mogul, stock genius, top hacker, and the President's true daughter… were all her. When Cary came crawling back, a ruthless tycoon had him kicked out. "She's my wife now. Get lost."
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.
Aria Wilson agrees to her step- sister offers to have a one night stand with an old man interchange for large amounts. It will be use for his brother's operation. What they don't know is the man she had sex with is turned out to be Jake Thomson! The most powerful man in Golden City, a multi-billionaire. Her step- sister Ayah, pretended that she is the one he was with that night so she is the on who gained wealth. Aria got pregnant and walked away but after five years she came back and her children...
After hiding her true identity throughout her three-year marriage to Colton, Allison had committed wholeheartedly, only to find herself neglected and pushed toward divorce. Disheartened, she set out to rediscover her true self-a talented perfumer, the mastermind of a famous intelligence agency, and the heir to a secret hacker network. Realizing his mistakes, Colton expressed his regret. "I know I messed up. Please, give me another chance." Yet, Kellan, a once-disabled tycoon, stood up from his wheelchair, took Allison's hand, and scoffed dismissively, "You think she'll take you back? Dream on."
Rachel used to think that her devotion would win Brian over one day, but she was proven wrong when his true love returned. Rachel had endured it all—from standing alone at the altar to dragging herself to the hospital for an emergency treatment. Everyone thought she was crazy to give up so much of herself for someone who didn’t return her feelings. But when Brian received news of Rachel’s terminal illness and realized she didn’t have long to live, he completely broke down. "I forbid you to die!" Rachel just smiled. She no longer needed him. "I will finally be free."
Kallie, a mute who had been ignored by her husband for five years since their wedding, also suffered the loss of her pregnancy due to her cruel mother-in-law. After the divorce, she learned that her ex-husband had quickly gotten engaged to the woman he truly loved. Holding her slightly rounded belly, she realized that he had never really cared for her. Determined, she left him behind, treating him as a stranger. Yet, after she left, he scoured the globe in search of her. When their paths crossed once more, Kallie had already found new happiness. For the first time, he pleaded humbly, "Please don't leave me..." But Kallie's response was firm and dismissive, cutting through any lingering ties. "Get lost!"