Lacy Jules is a money hungry, cash eating gold digger. In her terms? She's an opportunist. When she meets an enigmatic billionaire at a club on one of her many man hunts, she thinks she's struck gold. Vincent Black knows what he wants and how to make her comply. They make a simple agreement; Lacy would play the part of his wife and be paid handsomely every month. All she needed to do was act. No strings attached. It seemed like a pretty good deal- after all she did that on a daily basis. What she didn't sign up for is finding out that this strange man is a lycan. An existence she had only thought existed in stories. Against her will, she's dragged into the ups and downs of a life she did not bargain for. And when a mate bond that should not exist between human and wolf begins to form, things turn for the worse. Grace didn't think any money would solve her case now.
Lacy's POV
It's another night to hunt for a man- a very rich man.
The music vibrates through the club, a steady rhythm of deep sounds that thrum against my skin.
Multicolored lights dance about, distorting my vision.
I wobble a little on my heels, shine some teeth at a bartender.
The white heels on my feet were a lucky find at a clearance sale and my golden anklet glints with each step I take- stumble, rather.
My hair falls in soft waves around my shoulders, framing my face just right.
I know I look good, and in a place like this, looking good is everything especially if you're looking to snag someone.
Except...I'm a little nervous. I'm never nervous and it's weird.
I mean I did this for a living: captivated men for a quick buck.
It's never hard.
I weave through the crowd, careful not to brush against anyone.
The last thing I need is some drunk thinking my presence is an invitation.
The bar is my first stop; a shiny, glossy counter with rows of expensive liquor lined up and the handsome, tattooed bartender I smiled at.
I slide onto a stool, and sigh, remembering my mother's harsh words earlier today.
"You're useless. Just like your father. No, worse. You spread your legs to survive, and you think that makes you better than me?"
I kept my back turned to her, focusing on my reflection in the tiny, cracked mirror as I applied my eyeliner. My hands were steady, even as my chest tightened.
She didn't stop. She never did. "You walk around like you're someone, but you're nothing. Nothing. Just like him."
I swallowed hard, blinking rapidly to keep the tears from smudging my mascara. Her words shouldn't hurt anymore, but they always found a way to burrow under my skin.
"You are a whore; you're the reason I'm stuck on this bed as a sickling; you're also the reason your father died. You are bad luck."
Mother had been left frail after my birth and eventually got bedridden. Father had overworked himself to pay her medical bills before dying off.
Now I'm playing the role of a golddigger with no high school certificate just to keep food on the table.
Her words always sting no matter how many times I try to ignore them.
I had turned to mother, ignoring her curses and leaned down to kiss her forehead.
Her skin was cold, her body frail against the pillows. Her eyes, though, were still full of hatred as she turned away from me in disgust.
I walked out anyway, my eyes brimming with tears.
Now, sitting at the bar, I take a deep breath, shaking off the memories. This is my world now.
Not that house. Not the suffocating walls closing in on me.
I observe my surroundings, searching for a prince to root me out of my misery.
All I see are couples grinding against each other, men in faux-expensive suits whispering into the ears of women who pretend to be captivated- laughter that never quite reaches the eyes.
The usual.
My gaze lands on a man stepping inside. Broad shoulders, an average suit, and shoes that try to look expensive but aren't.
Middle-class, I decide.
Not worth my time.
Some would call me a gold digger. They wouldn't be wrong.
I prefer to call myself an opportunist, though.
I see an opportunity, and I take it. The opportunity is for rich and stupid men who just want a pretty woman on their hands.
That's survival.
A quick scan of the room tells me there's no one here worth my effort.
My stomach churns with frustration as I massage my temples, willing the coming headache away.
It has been a bad week. If I walk out of here empty-handed, rent is going to be another one of my problems.
Adding to the issues with mother's new, expensive medical care.
I push myself off my stool, ready to try my luck elsewhere when my eyes land on him.
A gentle man in the farthest corner of the club.
He's away from the flashing lights and the wandering eyes.
The darkness clings to him like a second skin, but they do nothing to dull his presence.
He has a dark, brooding energy that makes him impossible to ignore.
I stop breathing for a second.
Everything about him screams money.
Not just rich...wealthy.
The kind of wealth that doesn't need to be flaunted because it's simply understood.
The way he sits relaxed yet powerful, tells me he's used to people coming to him, not the other way around.
And he's gorgeous- drop dead angelic.
His features are sharp, almost too perfect; as if days were spent crafting him. His dark hair blends into the shadows, and he rests against the seater- muscles straining against his tailored suit.
My luck has finally turned.
I straighten, adjusting the tiny straps of my dress before running a hand through my golden hair.
A fresh coat of lip gloss, a push of my boobs up high.
I'n set.
I saunter over, swaying my hips to the side with each step I take. The club fades around me. He's the only thing in my focus now.
Time to play my favourite game, preying on men.
My nerves instantly leave me; I can't fail this time.
Finally reaching his table, I tap my long red-blood nails against the polished surface, offering him my best flirtatious smile, the one that has never failed to garner attention.
His eyes lift to meet mine and as he notices me, a frown settles in on his handsome features before arching a perfectly shaped brow.
I point to the seat beside him, tilting my head slightly and pouting my lips. "Is this seat taken?"
The silence stretches between us.
Then, slowly, a smirk tugs at the corner of his lips.
"Depends," he says, his voice deep and smooth. It sends a shiver down my spine. "Are you looking for a place to sit, or something else?"
Those eyes of his twinkle; sending foreign fire down my spine.
I bite back a smile. Now this was going to be a very fun game to play.
Merle Ken had it all-a successful business, dedicated staff, and her wedding to the love of her life, Brian Carter, just around the corner. She wakes up drugged a day before her wedding in a strange hotel room, unable to remember how she got there. She finds out that her twin sister Marly, who she hasn't seen in ages, has taken her identity and married Brian pretending to be Merle. Merle's cries for help are silenced. She's blackmailed, forced to sign a legal agreement, and threatened to leave the country or be killed. Left with nothing, she disappears. But fate has other plans. Brian starts noticing odd things about "Merle"-her sudden change in behaviour, missing memories, and cold attitude. On a business trip, he sees a woman who looks exactly like his wife's twin-Merle, alive. Confused and suspicious, Brian starts digging. As Merle and Brian uncover the web of lies, Marly becomes more dangerous-willing to kill to keep her secrets buried. Now Merle must fight not just for her name and her love, but for her life and everything she's ever built. In a world of lies, betrayal, and shocking truths-only one twin can win.
My father kicked me again and again. "No daughter of mine would've been so completely useless. All you have brought us is shame and embarrassment. Enough. I've arranged your marriage with the Lycan King. He'll come for you tomorrow and I'll finally be rid of you" "W-what? The Beast Lycan?" I stuttered, my fathers words hit me like a block of ice. "Precisely. He could kill you like his other wives for all I care. Good riddance" My father looked at me one last time, his eyes filled with disgusted contempt before he walked out of the house. ~~~ Iris is hated on by her pack and her father. She gets rejected by her mate and her father arranges her marriage to the Lycan king. The Lycan king has a terrible reputation for killing his brides. Now sucked into his world, Iris is determined to survive and win him over. And things get more complicated when her mate wants her back. Stuck between two men and an origin she knows nothing about, what decision will she make?
"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."
Julia and Evan were the perfect couple-or so she thought. But everything changed when Evan abruptly ended their relationship, leaving her heartbroken and unable to tell him she was carrying his child. Years later, Julia has built a life for herself and her son, Andy, while Evan has risen to unimaginable wealth and success. Their paths cross again at a chance meeting, but Julia soon discovers Evan has moved on with someone else. Julia is done with the pain. She's fought battles alone, raising a son who deserves the truth about his father, even if Evan doesn't deserve her forgiveness. When Julia told Evan years ago she had something to say, he didn't listen. Now, it's time for him to listen. But is it too late to reclaim what he lost? "We should break up," he'd said, the words cutting through her like glass. The pregnancy test in her pocket stayed hidden, just like the child they would never share. Now, it's Evan's turn to hear the truth-and to face his deepest regret.
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."
Life was perfect until she met her boyfriend's big brother. There was a forbidden law in the Night Shade Pack that if the head Alpha rejected his mate, he would be stripped of his position. Sophia's life would get connected with the law. She was an Omega who was dating the head Alpha's younger brother. Bryan Morrison, the head Alpha, was not only a cold-blooded man but also a charming business tycoon. His name was enough to cause other packs to tremble. He was known as a ruthless man. What if, by some twist of destiny, Sophia's path were to intertwine with his?
After two years of marriage, Sadie was finally pregnant. Filled with hope and joy, she was blindsided when Noah asked for a divorce. During a failed attempt on her life, Sadie found herself lying in a pool of blood, desperately calling Noah to ask him to save her and the baby. But her calls went unanswered. Shattered by his betrayal, she left the country. Time passed, and Sadie was about to be wed for a second time. Noah appeared in a frenzy and fell to his knees. "How dare you marry someone else after bearing my child?"
They don't know I'm a girl. They all look at me and see a boy. A prince. Their kind purchase humans like me for their lustful desires. And, when they stormed into our kingdom to buy my sister, I intervened to protect her. I made them take me too. The plan was to escape with my sister whenever we found a chance. How was I to know our prison would be the most fortified place in their kingdom? I was supposed to be on the sidelines. The one they had no real use for. The one they never meant to buy. But then, the most important person in their savage land-their ruthless beast king-took an interest in the "pretty little prince." How do we survive in this brutal kingdom, where everyone hates our kind and shows us no mercy? And how does someone, with a secret like mine, become a lust slave? . AUTHOR'S NOTE. This is a dark romance-dark, mature content. Highly rated 18+ Expect triggers, expect hardcore. If you're a seasoned reader of this genre, looking for something different, prepared to go in blindly not knowing what to expect at every turn, but eager to know more anyway, then dive in! . From the author of the international bestselling book: "The Alpha King's Hated Slave."