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Fallen Lust

Fallen Lust

Pompous silver eyes, generating his arrogance and irresistible appeal. A deceiving good looks that is scandalous. This is how Jeneviv described the man who ruined the life of her sister. As he watched her, nothing else stuck in his mind but obscenity. Gabrielle Andromeda. he is coldly famous for making turning bunch of women cry. Sitting at the bar counter, he was alone this time. He seemed to have his own world in that noisy place. He had been following this man for several weeks. it has been approached by socialites there for a while but no one is lucky enough to get its elusive attention. It's been a year since the death of her sister Jeneva. He could not forgive the man who ruined his brother's future and pushed him to take his own life. he motioned to the bartender and added a drink. He glanced at the man again as the music and the color of the lights changed. Two socialites came here again. But like others, he also left disappointed. How many are those already? he could no longer follow the number. He interrupted his sip of his wine when he suddenly looked at her behavior. She tried to strike a sweet smile. But it took the sight back. Will the man also scold her if she approaches? Come what may. He will try anyway. he will not miss the opportunity he has been waiting for a long time. Jeneviv took a deep breath and collected her air. It's now or never. He left his seat and approached Gabrylle Andromeda. "Hi!" He gave her his sweetest smile. it did not return his greeting. He didn't even look at her when he sat on the stool next to the one she was sitting on. He probably thought he was just the same as the girls who were hanging around earlier. She inhaled deeply. Is he drunk and his eyes are deceiving him? this guy is three times gorgeous up-close. Those snob silver eyes are terribly beautiful that it sucked her in. "What do you want?" he asked still not looking at her. It is true. This man is the king of blasphemy. "Why are you alone?" "Did it bother you?" Wrong move. it just seemed to get more and more grumpy. He turned the chair to face it. "Gabrylle Andromeda, buy me." He is no longer swimming. They are also going to talk like this. I just hope it will bite his drama. So he can start the plan. "I'm sorry, but I'm not interested. besides, a minor like you shouldn't be here in this place." He almost laughed at his impression. Does he look at him as a minor? He looked at himself. Does he look like he's still in high school? "I'm an adult. I'm twenty-two years old." "Still a minor." he signaled to the bartender and added a drink. He snorted. What is an adult on this planet? Forty? Fifty years old? "I'm not joking." He grunted. "I'm selling myself to you." He just looked at her there. Its sharp gaze is menacing. but he did not move. "Well, would you like to buy me?" He was upset. "Give me a reason to do that." "I can make you happy."
The Billionaire's Unwanted Wife.

The Billionaire's Unwanted Wife.

Blurb; "I don't love you and I will never love you, Isabelle Yang!" I froze as the hatred in his eyes held me captive. I knew he wasn't happy with this arrangement. Neither was I. "But I am your wife, Emerson." "Wife?" He scoffed, stepping closer until my back hit the wall and I was trapped between his arms. "You mean wife... or just the woman chosen to carry my heir?" His words were the truth. That was the only reason I was here. Still, they hurt more than I expected. "You hurt my girlfriend by coming into our lives," he continued coldly. "And I plan to make you feel twice the pain you caused her." Then he did something worse than yelling-he sanitized his hands after touching me, as if I disgusted him. He walked away, leaving me heartbroken and shaking, wondering what I had done to deserve so much hatred. ... Isabelle Yang never imagined that her life could spiral into more darkness after catching her boyfriend and twin sister in bed on the night meant to celebrate their two-year anniversary. Before she could even recover, a call from home changed everything. Her marriage had been arranged with the Winters-one of the most powerful families in Europe. And her husband? Emerson Winters, the ruthless heir who cared about only two things... himself and his childhood sweetheart, Salma Hayden. But what happens when his love isn't enough to bear an heir, and he is forced into a marriage with Isabelle-a woman he sees as a mistake, a burden, an obligation? What will become of two hearts trapped in a marriage where hatred and resentment rule the day? Read this book to find out; The Billionaire's Unwanted Wife A novel by Queenebunoluwa15
His Possessive Way

His Possessive Way

Even the naughty Hercules was sitting in front of me. I don't know if I'm mimicking or what but it looks like he's been watching me for a while and it's disgusting. I can't look at him even if he's in front of me because I don't want to see him. "Hercules, you want to come with us? We are going to the bar." Radius was with him while whistling. His Mama, quickly picked him up. "Radius can you please respect your food? Don't whistle whistle there and arrange a seat." it was like a child because of the speed with which it followed his mother. I want to smile because even though they are rebellious, they still know how to listen "Aliyah sister, what grade are you in at the entrance again?" I looked at Aunt Emily when she asked me. She was the one who adopted Cassey. "Third year College." "Third year College? How old are you?" "20 years old." her eyes widened as if she didn't expect my age "Then my Cassey is one years older than you?" I nodded at her. "I wish I could give you a scholar ship to my husband's family school here in the province, for Cassey to have with her." I want to be happy with what Aunt Emily said just in case I can't stay here. "I want to but I can't, I'm sorry Aunt." She smiled and stroked my hair. I feel like Aunt Emily is my second mother, it's just a feeling. The dinner ended happily and now I am in the bathroom of the guest room and taking a bath. This day is tiring. I hope something good happens to me tomorrow at this hacienda.
The Sterling Legacy: Toy's Love, Lily's Voice

The Sterling Legacy: Toy's Love, Lily's Voice

My older sister just married a rich man, Jim Sterling. I’m an 8-year-old girl who can’t speak, suddenly flung into a world of grand mansions and glittering parties. But this supposed fairytale quickly turned into a profound nightmare. Adults whispered "charity case" behind my back. Girls at school sneered "mute freak," and one even tried to exploit my stepfather’s generosity for her own father’s business. My new step-grandmother, Marian, saw me as nothing but an obstacle, actively plotting to drive my sister and me away. She even manipulated my biological father, a terrifying ghost from my darkest past, into a chilling encounter, hoping to prove I was "unsuitable" for this new life. Why did everyone see my silence as a weakness, a flaw? Why was the cruelty so relentless? My voicelessness had always made me a target, and now the malicious whispers threatened to drown me entirely. But then, an unexpected truth began to emerge. My stepfather, Jim, stood firm as my unwavering protector, publicly claiming me as his daughter and establishing a trust fund in my name. My step-siblings, initially distant, slowly began to rally around me. And the terrifying plot orchestrated by Marian was exposed by Jim's relentless investigation. Would I remain a silent victim, forever defined by my past trauma and the cruel words of others? Or could I, the 'mute freak,' finally find my voice, not just in whispers, but in a roar that would redefine my future and claim my true place in this world?
My Husband Stole My Company, I Took His Life
The Fortune of Betrayal

The Fortune of Betrayal

The annual "Vintage Harvest Charity Ball" was meant to be a crowning jewel for the Miller family, a night of proud philanthropy and confirmed alliances. Instead, it became the stage for my public execution. My fiancée, Victoria Lexington, snatched the microphone, her smile frozen, her eyes devoid of warmth. In front of a stunned ballroom of California' s elite, she declared she' d found "authentic love" with a bronzed fitness influencer, Chase Ryder, publicly dumping me and shattering decades of Miller family honor. My blood ran cold as whispers turned to a roaring judgment, humiliation searing into every fiber of my being. Headlines screamed "LEXINGTON HEIRESS DUMPS MILLER SCION AT FAMILY GALA!" and the weight of public spectacle, coupled with the profound sting of personal betrayal, was suffocating. Then, in a truly grotesque twist, Tori's father, desperate to salvage his crumbling business ties, offered me his other daughters-like spare parts for a broken deal, adding insult to profound injury. How could someone so casually burn everything down, yet brazenly provoke us further, twisting reality to paint themselves as the wronged party? Their continued taunts, their unapologetic audacity, only fueled the fire, transforming my heartbreak into a simmering, ice-cold rage. The public seemed to side with their "authentic love" narrative, leaving me alone in the fallout. But my grandfather, Arthur Miller, spoke of "pruning diseased branches" and protecting the vineyard, transforming a public humiliation into a cold, dangerous promise. This wasn't just about a broken engagement. It was a calculated declaration of war against the Millers, and I was about to unleash the quiet, ruthless power of my family' s way. Now, it was my turn to redefine the terms of engagement and cultivate a future on my own terms.