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Kissed By A Stranger

Kissed By A Stranger

Ella was kissed with forced by a total stranger who was trying to avoid his ex-girlfriend that still wanted to be with him. For him to apologise for his deeds, the arrogance and pride in him didn’t let him. Ella really felt embarrassed for this but she let it goes; getting to her patient's house that she was going to, two of them met each other there again. Follow me in their love journey. Let’s see how play boy fell in-love with hard girl. ××××××× “I used you for a business and I am paying you” Bryson said with loud voice. “Used me for a business? For you to apologise for what you just done that is totally wrong, what you can said is that you used me for a business. Who the hell are you” Ella said with loud voice and so burning. “Are you not happy that I kissed you?” “Excuse me” Ella said with low voice as Bryson said so, and she was totally confused. She hadn’t encountered this kind of rubbish before in her life. “YES! A man like me kissed you and you want to tell me that you are not happy?” Bryson said with arrogance and pride; Ella was just short of words and didn’t know what to say. “Is this not what you ladies want; even you suppose to be happy that I kissed you and be linking your lips all day because this is a big worth” Bryson said with loud voice. “Do you think—do you even think I am like—“Ella didn’t even know what to say just stammering. “That is your payment, I have to go now” Bryson dropped the money on the floor with pride and leaving the place.
The Beautiful Imperfections

The Beautiful Imperfections

"KIERSON ..." I stopped walking when I heard Maria's voice. "Hmm? What is it, Maria?" I heard my husband asked her. I closed my eyes as I gritted my teeth with so much irritation. I took a deep breath and I tried to calm myself. "I-I want ... I want to m-monitor our baby growth," she said sofly, she made sure that, there's a sadness on her voice. I raised my eyebrow and shook my head, repeatedly. What does he want to release? "Maria." "Please ... Eson, I want to be with this baby for longer ... please ..." I clenched my fist because I was so angry. "Maria ..." And why the h*ll her voice is so fre*king soft?! With feelings! D*mn you! And how dare her called my husband 'Eson'? That's my only nickname for him! The amount she already claims! Not because she is the mother of my husband’s eldest child is she entitled to that! I am still a legal! I am his wife. I calm myself again. "B-but ..." "You don't want to? You don't want your baby to grow up with his real mother?! Kierson ... please ..." I'm her biological mother, b*tch! "Your son will be angry, when he finds out that Xena is not his real mother! K-kierson ... please. I'm begging ... I want my son to grow up with me... please ..." she pleaded and I know, she's crying now. I could hear her sobs. Well, b*tch my husband and I talked about it. So there is nothing more you can do. Just accept the fact that you will be lost in our path, soon. "W-what do you want, Maria, hmm?" No! Don't listen to her, Kierson! "Separate your wife. Divorce her and marry me, m-marry me, Kierson and we can give our children a happy and complete life ..." "M-Maria ..." "Please! Divorce her or else! I will abort your child!" she said. And it was as if a bomb had exploded in my head by hearing those words. W-what? Until now? are they still doing something while I'm turning around? I thought ... has he changed? I felt the pain inside my chest ... I was caught there and a tear came down my cheek. Kierson ... how did you do this to me? Do I think you already love me? I thought you would accept ... "Yes ... yes, I'll divorce her. J-just stop crying. that will be with our child." That's it. I lose, I lose him. I'm Xena Carter-Mojeh, known as ruthless attorney, I'm a secret Mafia Queen and married with a f*cking playboy Dr. Kierson Mojeh. And this is my story ... Complicated.
My bodyguard husband

My bodyguard husband

What happens when two laterally opposite worlds of business collide. One from the day and the other operates at night. Jema Malteng was the first child of a famous business tycoon. She was the next in line successor of his vast business empire. She had always believed for years that she would assume position of chief executive officer once her father stepped down,seeing that he had no male child. Her father however, gave her a condition which she must fulfill if she wanted to reach that mantle, she must get married in six months after reading his will or risk the company being handed over to her step sister . She was distraught on hearing the news because she had no man in her life and neither did she ever plan to. She looked for a quick means of fulfilling his wish and resorted to a contract marriage with a man who crashed into her car the day she was returning from the will reading. It seemed like the most viable solution, seeing that it was in trend but little did she know that her newly contracted husband had secrets of his own. He lunged her into a world of danger and paranoia, adding to the one she already led. They uncovered many underlying plots against them as they continued with the marriage and along the line,began to develop feelings for each other as well. "Miss,are you sure you are willing to put up with my fast paced life,it can get a little risky as we ride on", he said and leaned in into the seat,hands crossed believing that she would change her mind. She looked at him with absolutely no doubt in her mind. " I don't care,you are a bodyguard aren't you,I'll be fine as long as you're with me",she stated in an as a matter of fact tone,handing him the pen. He shook his head and grinned at her confidence. He collected the pen and signed,but as he did so,he looked at her. "Welcome to hell Miss Malteng", he said rolling the pen to her across the table. Watch as the plot unfolds. Disclaimer: This book cover isn't originally mine.
Divorcing My Cold And Possessive Tycoon

Divorcing My Cold And Possessive Tycoon

Claire was forced to marry the untouchable billionaire Houston Pierce to save her abusive father's company. The ultimatum was clear: secure a Pierce heir within a year, or her mother's life-saving medical care would be cut off. But on their wedding night, Houston overheard her father bragging about using her to drain the Pierce accounts. Triggered by severe past trauma, Houston's icy demeanor shattered into violent rage. He dragged Claire into his penthouse, treating her not as a bride, but as a parasitic threat. The next morning, he tossed a Plan B pill onto her plate, coldly threatening her life if she ever got pregnant. When Claire desperately tried to escape the suffocating penthouse for a few hours, a malicious setup by her stepsister at a club convinced Houston she was a promiscuous gold digger. In retaliation, he froze her bank accounts, wiped her fingerprints from the security scanners, and placed her under full estate lockdown. She was trapped in a gilded cage, forced to play the devoted, trying-to-conceive wife in front of his formidable grandmother, while enduring his degrading psychological torment behind closed doors. She couldn't understand how a marriage she never wanted had turned into a terrifying, high-end prison. Pushed entirely past her breaking point, Claire refused to shrink back anymore. She looked the ruthless billionaire dead in the eye and demanded a divorce, but his gaze darkened with a lethal, obsessive possessiveness as he pinned her against the wall. "If you ever try to run, I will burn your entire world to the ground."
The billionaire Captive bride

The billionaire Captive bride

You will marry me! You will be my contract wife! He declared his voice cold and threatening. Ophelia looked at him without averting her gaze. He wasn't demanding that she marry him; he was commanding her to. "Marry you!" Is that a request or a command? She asserted bravely, not minding whatever was coming her way. She expected Something worse to follow, but she was Startled by his reaction instead. He walked closer to her and slowly raised her chin up with the tip of his finger. "Ha..ha..ha, I like smart girls," He enunciates with a devilish smile. It's a command and you must abide by it. He paused and moved his Lips Closer to her ear. Ophelia quickly closed her eyes bracing herself for the impact. Or else........... He whispered slowly. Then everything paused. She couldn't feel his breath on her skin again and she quickly opened her eyes only to find out She was the only person in the room. It's like he disappeared into thin air. She heaved a sigh of relief as some unshed tears settled on her face. She just found a wallet on the road hoping it will change her life for better not knowing it's actually for the worse. "She is trapped!" She is Captivated!" And now she is going to be a Captivated Contract bride she can't deny neither can she accept. One choice, one contract, one dangerous game. Will Ophelia fight for her life, or fight for his love? Or will she lose herself in a world of luxury, lies, and power where freedom comes witha price? Dare to flip the page....because this is only the beginning.
Bound To The Ruthless Billionaire Captor

Bound To The Ruthless Billionaire Captor

Jocelyn Yang lived in the grand Turner Mansion, not as a guest, but as a prisoner. Ever since her father's death, the ruthless billionaire Elam Turner forced her to atone for sins her father never committed. On her nineteenth birthday, a male classmate secretly sent her a diamond necklace. Elam, who had flown back from London overnight, flew into a psychotic, jealous rage at the sight of another man's gift. He mercilessly crushed the delicate necklace into the marble floor with his custom leather shoe. "Did you forget what you are?" Elam hissed, dragging her into a pitch-black storage room. "You take gifts from other men behind my back?" He pinned her to the dusty floorboards and violently assaulted her. The next morning, a wire transfer of $500,000 hit her bank account. He had humiliated her, broken her spirit, and was now casually trying to buy her silence. Later, when a broken bike left her walking miles through a freezing rainstorm, he just shoved scalding tea into her bleeding hands. "Look at you," he sneered. "You look like a stray dog ruining my floors." Jocelyn curled up in the cold, her lips bleeding and her heart shattered. She couldn't understand his terrifying obsession. If he hated her so much, why did he refuse to let her go? Why did he look at her with such manic hunger while systematically destroying her life? Staring at the massive sum of hush money on her phone, a desperate spark of vengeance flared in her chest. Jocelyn wired every single cent back to Elam's account. She picked up her charcoal pencil, vowing to win the upcoming art competition and buy her escape from this monster forever.