Not your divorced!

Daemon excused himself to leave, he pecked Anita good night and made for the exit. While he stood at the valet waiting for his driver, he spotted movement on the terrace, he wondered who could be there, seeing the party was at the opposite wing, inquisitively he made his way to the terrace. As soon as the elevator door swing open, his eyes caught the face he won't forget in a hurry, he was perplexed cause her beauty had increased in between the period he hasn't see her, he'd seen her at the awards but was distracted, right here, she looks different, maybe it's the moonlight playing tricks on him or it's the sun patterned dress she had on, the dress hung on her body with charm, exposing her beautiful curves, the slit at the side gave a peek of her lush thighs, he watched as she opened the bottle while checking to see if anybody was around, the moment her lips touched the bottle, he felt his mouth salivate, she gulped down the contents with her eyes closed, she seemed to be having a good time, he stepped out of the elevator and walked the stairs to where she was standing, as he drew close, he heard moans that stopped him dead on track, he had to stop cause each note pinched a nerve in his body. He shook it off and walked up to her. "Never witnessed a bottle being kissed passionately like that, i'm jealous" he said trying hard from not replacing the bottle. In shock lunar choked and spat out the drink in her mouth. "Whoa, easy'" He collected the bottle from her, kept it on the ground and pat her back while she coughed "easy". Being this close to her is sweet torture, all his mind could envision is him caressing this soft spotless skin he's patting, she smells so good. He quickly snapped back to reality, any more and his body would react to where his mind is taking him, since his ex wife, he hasn't felt anything being close to a woman before, his stoned body has graduated into a tornado of currents. "Are you okay" he asked as soon as she stopped coughing. "Yeah" she nodded "thanks, um l, i'm not supposed to be here, i am so sorry, i'll head back to the party now, if you'll excuse me" she turned to leave and he grabbed her hand. "Wait... You don't need to return to the party"

For as long as Emily can remember, she has wanted to overcome her shyness and explore her sexuality. Still, everything changes when she receives an invitation to visit one of the town's most prestigious BDSM clubs, DESIRE'S DEN. On the day she chose to peruse the club, she noticed three men, all dressed in suits, standing on the upper level, near the railing. Despite her limited vision, she persisted in fixating on them. Their towering statues belied the toned bodies concealed by their sharply tailored suits-or so she could tell. The hair of two of them was short and dark, and the third had light brown-possibly blond-hair that reached the shoulders. The dark, crimson background incised their figures, exuding an air of mystery and strength. They stood in stark contrast to the unfiltered, primal energy that pulsed through the club. Shocked by the desires these men aroused in her, she was disappointed to learn that they were masters seeking a slave to divide and conquer. She couldn't afford the fee, and she also realized that they were outside her league. Emily hurriedly left the club, feeling disappointed and depressed, unaware that she had also caught the group's attention. A world of wicked pleasure, three handsome men. Over the years, they have lived a life of decadence, their lavish lair serving as a stage for their most sinister desires. But despite the unending parade of willing subjects, one woman sticks out. A mysterious stranger with white porcelain skin and a killer body, a slave, a name with no address, the first lady to attract their eye and they will go to any length to obtain her no matter the consequences.

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.”

After two years of marriage, Kristian dropped a bombshell. "She's back. Let's get divorced. Name your price." Freya didn't argue. She just smiled and made her demands. "I want your most expensive supercar." "Okay." "The villa on the outskirts." "Sure." "And half of the billions we made together." Kristian froze. "Come again?" He thought she was ordinary—but Freya was the genius behind their fortune. And now that she'd gone, he'd do anything to win her back.

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 pathetic!" Brenden sneered, each word cutting deep into Corinna's heart. Years of emotional wounds had drained every ounce of love she once held. "I've wasted enough time on you. If there's a next life, I hope we never meet again." Her words severed the bond between them like a blade. From that moment on, Brenden was haunted by her absence—unable to sleep, longing for the warmth he took for granted.

"Is it considered betrayal to develop feelings for your best friend's boyfriend? What about when fate intervenes, and he turns out to be your destined mate? You might think it's luck and thank the moon goddess for such a twist of fate. That's what I believed until the love of my life uttered those dreaded words: 'I want a divorce!' As I stared at the pregnancy test in my hands, I realized it was better to keep my secret to myself. My name is Violet, and this is my story."