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Giselle Lambert was the obsession of the youngest mafia in history, a man courted by countless women eager to be his bride. He was so influential that he could gift Giselle the entire island of Sicily. Yet, her days were consumed with plans to flee from his overpowering clutches. She ran, and he pursued without hesitation, reclaiming her to his side time and again. "Come and please me!" His voice could strike terror into the bravest souls, but Giselle was a fierce wildcat not easily cowed. Each time, she fought and fled, and each time, he used all of New York City to ensnare her: "Giselle, isn't this golden cage spacious enough? Please, stop running."
July in Brooklyn, New York, was oppressively hot and sticky.
"Grandma, you need to keep up with your treatments. I'll be back tomorrow."
Giselle had been at the hospital all day, her skin soaked with the scent of disinfectant.
When she returned to her neighborhood, she was puzzled to see a luxury car parked in her rundown old district.
Upon entering her home, two men in black seized her, one on each side.
"What are you doing!" Giselle screamed, "Help-"
Before she could finish, a hood was slipped over her head, silencing her.
After the roar of a helicopter and a dizzying journey, Giselle was pushed off the aircraft, her hood yanked off, making her squint in the bright light.
She found herself under a massive gold-leaf dome, surrounded by Raphael's masterful paintings and pure white wool carpets, the epitome of opulence.
A man of striking and fierce beauty sat on a genuine leather sofa, watching her intently. His shirt collar open, revealing well-defined, tanned muscles, he radiated the power of a predatory leopard.
"Come here," he commanded, tapping on his marble table with his index finger.
Giselle remained stationary, eyeing the man warily, like a startled deer.
Noticing her shivering, Henry Jefferson chuckled dryly and turned up the thermostat.
"Too delicate. How have you survived these months on the run?"
"Do I need to physically bring you here?" he asked impatiently as she stood frozen.
Slowly, Giselle approached him, her throat tight, avoiding his gaze.
The tension in the air was palpable, ready to snap at any moment.
Giselle licked her dry lips, "I will not go back with you."
Henry's patience snapped; he grabbed her wrist, pulling her onto his lap, his large hand clasping her neck, the other tilting her chin up to force her to meet his eyes.
"Say that again." His voice was laced with a threat.
"I won't-"
Before she could complete her refusal, Henry tightened his grip, pinning her down on the sofa, his body pressing against hers.
The air conditioning blasted cold air, but Giselle's ears and neck felt like they were on fire.
Henry's gaze traced the delicate features of her face, his hand feeling the softness of her neck.
Unable to resist, he pecked at her lips, relishing the long-missed softness that brought him both relaxation and satisfaction.
He leaned in to kiss her, but Giselle desperately turned her head away; the kiss landed on her neck instead.
This action enraged Henry, and he forcefully captured her lips, leaving Giselle struggling for breath.
"Don't do this... ," Giselle, unable to free herself, resorted to stalling, "Let's talk."
"Talk?" Henry sneered, "About your next attempt to flee?"
"Giselle, why not discuss your grandmother's illness? The medical bills are over a million; can you afford that?"
"You! You've been monitoring me!"
Her mother had died early, leaving her grandmother as her only family.
Her grandmother's heart condition had worsened over the years, requiring expensive surgeries almost like buying extra time.
This time the situation was dire; she hadn't yet gathered the funds for the upcoming surgery. If missing the optimal surgery time, even gods couldn't save her.
"Marry me, and the medical bills will be paid immediately. I'll arrange for you to move to the Upper East Side."
"I don't need it!"
Without a second thought, Giselle rejected him outright.
Rejected again, Henry suddenly calmed, sitting up to inquire, "What's the success rate of the surgery?"
At a regular hospital, the success rate was a mere 10%.
Meaning, her grandmother was likely not to survive the surgery.
Giselle remained silent; Henry continued, "At the NewYork-Presbyterian Hospital, the success rate is 90%."
Giselle clenched her fists.
"I'll arrange the top specialists and facilities," Henry offered, dangling even more tempting conditions.
Giselle trembled slightly, her large doe eyes filled with despair.
Unfortunately for her, Henry's hand began to wander restlessly along her side.
The calloused thumb grazed her soft skin, sending a shiver through her.
Without a reply from her, Henry lost patience, lifting her shirt slightly, his warm, dry hand moving upwards along her side.
Giselle's body shook uncontrollably, although this wasn't the first time something like this had happened, she was still terrified, "Let me go, this is rape!"
Henry pinned her down, his lips on hers muffling her protests, his deep eyes full of possessive desire: "Then go ahead and sue me."
"Alex, can I take a break for a few days?" Olivia Hall asked. Alex Adams grabbed Olivia and threw her onto the bed as he said, "Don't forget about our contract. You don't get to say no to me." In order to save her mother, Olivia had sold herself to a stranger. Although Alex was rumored to be cold-hearted and uninterested in women, he made Olivia sleep with him every night. Olivia thought sadly, 'I am only doing this for money.' After paying off her mother's medical bills, Olivia quietly left Alex and buried this memory deep down her heart. However, the arrogant Alex refused to let her go. He found her and said hysterically, "You are the lover of a Mafia, you are not allowed to leave as you wish."
"I, Riccardo Saviano, future Alpha of the Grey Shadow Moon Pack, reject you, Artemisia Guerrieri, Daughter of Alpha Franco of the Blood Moon Pack, as my mate and future Luna." One single sentence. One stupid single sentence was all it took to disintegrate my life. And the day of my birthday, on which this sentence was audaciously uttered to me, I lost the love of my life, my future mate, and my wolf, all at once. As I'm still assembling the pieces of my shattered heart years later, there they come. Like lightning out of a crystal blue sky. My Mates. But wait... If I am mated to triplets, how come I'm about to be mated to 5 gorgeous men? *** TW: explicit and foul language; spicy content; explicit sex scenes ***
“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?”
On the day of their wedding anniversary, Joshua's mistress drugged Alicia, and she ended up in a stranger's bed. In one night, Alicia lost her innocence, while Joshua's mistress carried his child in her womb. Heartbroken and humiliated, Alicia demanded a divorce, but Joshua saw it as yet another tantrum. When they finally parted ways, she went on to become a renowned artist, sought out and admired by everyone. Consumed by regret, Joshua darkened her doorstep in hopes of reconciliation, only to find her in the arms of a powerful tycoon. "Say hello to your sister-in-law."
Corinne devoted three years of her life to her boyfriend, only for it to all go to waste. He saw her as nothing more than a country bumpkin and left her at the altar to be with his true love. After getting jilted, Corinne reclaimed her identity as the granddaughter of the town’s richest man, inherited a billion-dollar fortune, and ultimately rose to the top. But her success attracted the envy of others, and people constantly tried to bring her down. As she dealt with these troublemakers one by one, Mr. Hopkins, notorious for his ruthlessness, stood by and cheered her on. “Way to go, honey!”
"Never let anyone treat you like shit!" I learned that the hard way. For three years, I lived with my in-laws. They didn't treat me as their son-in-law but as a slave. I put up with everything because of my wife, Yolanda Lambert. She was the light of my life. Unfortunately, my whole world came crashing down the day I caught my wife cheating on me. I have never been so heartbroken. To have my revenge, I revealed my true identity. I was none other than Liam Hoffman—the heir of a family with trillions of dollars in assets! The Lamberts were utterly shocked after the big reveal. They realized what fools they had been for treating me like trash. My wife even knelt down and begged for my forgiveness. What do you think I did? Did I take her back or made her suffer? Find out!
COALESCENCE OF THE FIVE SERIES BOOK ONE: THE 5-TIME REJECTED GAMMA & THE LYCAN KING BOOK TWO: THE ROGUES WHO WENT ROGUE BOOK THREE: THE INDOMITABLE HUNTRESS & THE HARDENED DUKE *** BOOK ONE: After being rejected by 5 mates, Gamma Lucianne pleaded with the Moon Goddess to spare her from any further mate-bonds. To her dismay, she is being bonded for the sixth time. What’s worse is that her sixth-chance mate is the most powerful creature ruling over all werewolves and Lycans - the Lycan King himself. She is certain, dead certain, that a rejection would come sooner or later, though she hopes for it to be sooner. King Alexandar was ecstatic to meet his bonded mate, and couldn’t thank their Goddess enough for gifting him someone so perfect. However, he soon realizes that this gift is reluctant to accept him, and more than willing to sever their bond. He tries to connect with her but she seems so far away. He is desperate to get intimate with her but she seems reluctant to open up to him. He tries to tell her that he is willing to commit to her for the rest of his life but she doesn’t seem to believe him. He is pleading for a chance: a chance to get to know her; a chance to show her that he’s different; and a chance to love her. But when not-so-subtle crushes, jealous suitors, self-entitled Queen-wannabes, an old flame, a silent protector and a past wedding engagement threaten to jeopardize their relationship, will Lucianne and Xandar still choose to be together? Is their love strong enough to overcome everything and everyone? Or will Lucianne resort to enduring a sixth rejection from the one person she thought she could entrust her heart with?