Downtown girl
Downtown girl 's Book(1)
The author’s love story
Romance In three years of marriage my husband never touched me, and when I tried to get his attention in a lace nightgown, he looked at me and said, "I want a divor
I came out of the bathroom wearing a thin, backless lace nightdress. The nightdress was so short that I was showing a lot of skin.
Standing by the French window, Charles Moore turned around. He was wearing a black striped bathrobe with the belt tied snugly around his waist. The top part of the robe was slightly open. He looked charming.
His gaze fell on me, and his eyes instantly lit up.
I knew I had successfully got his attention.
I had been married to Charles for three years, but he had never touched me.
I knew that he was in love with somebody else, so I flew to France shortly after our wedding.
A few days ago, Charles's grandmother called me and told me that it was time for the Moore family to welcome a new member.
I knew what she meant. To be honest, I didn't hate the idea of having a child with Charles. In fact, I was happy to hear it.
Because it was the reason I was waiting for to finally come back to Charles.
I had been missing him for the last three years.
Putting my hands behind my back, I slowly walked up to Charles. I let him look at me carefully from a distance.
The surprise in his eyes was undeniable.
"Come here," Charles said in a hoarse voice.
I slowly approached him.
Charles whispered in my ear, "Are you trying to get my attention?"
His warm breath lingered in my ear, making my scalp tingle.
"Is it working?"
Charles squinted at me and suddenly smiled. "Is this what you have learned in France in the past few years?"
"Do you like it?" I looked at him with expectation, and my heart started racing.
"Scarlett, you are beautiful," he said in a very light voice.
His praise came as a surprise to me. Did that mean he'd also been thinking of me while I was gone?
"Charles, let's..."
"But I want a divorce."
We spoke at the same time.
My mind went blank, and I swallowed my words in an instant.
The words I wanted to say were, 'Charles, let's have a baby...'
Charles wanting a divorce was the last thing on my mind.
Charles let go of me and took two steps back, deliberately keeping a distance from me. "Rita's health is worse than before. She can't hold on much longer. I want to marry her."
It turned out that the rumors about him and Rita to be engaged were true.
It was just my wishful thinking that the media was making up stories.
"After our divorce goes through, I will give you another one hundred million dollars as compensation pursuant to our contract." His tone was light but firm. It seemed like his mind had already been made up, and there was no room for maneuver.
Bitter tears started flowing out of my eyes. I quickly lowered my head. I didn't want Charles to see me this vulnerable.
"What's wrong?"
I wiped my face in a hurry and replied, "Nothing, nothing. I'm just so happy for me."
Charles asked suspiciously, "What do you mean?"
"I finally have a good reason to leave you. How can I not be happy?" I said jokingly. Worried that he wouldn't believe me, I plastered a big smile on my tearstained face.
Charles's face darkened, and he chuckled mirthlessly, "Wow. I wasn't expecting you to be cool with it."
I grinned wider. "I think it's a good decision."
A gust of cold wind blew in through the window, slightly lifting up the hem of my dress.
Only then did I realize that I was still ridiculously wearing a piece of sleepwear.
The irony tasted like ashes in my mouth.
I grabbed a bathrobe, put it on, and tied the belt around my waist. I hoped that it would warm my heart from the sheer iciness of Charles's words.
"If we get divorced, then you can marry Rita, and I can pursue my beloved. Two birds, one stone."
Charles frowned and asked, "When did you fall in love with someone else?"
I suppressed the fresh surge of pain, took a breath, and willed my tone to relax. "Many years ago."
My mind screamed at me to tell Charles that he was the only one I'd ever loved.
"Tell me his name."
I found it a little odd that he wanted to know more about my mystery beau right after he told me that he wanted to divorce me. For a moment, I panicked because I didn't know what to tell him, and I couldn't make up a fake name on my feet.
Then, his phone rang, saving me from a totally unprovoked inquisition.
"Rita, what's wrong?" Charles answered the phone and walked into the closet.
When he came out again, he was already wearing a pair of pants and a shirt. He grabbed his jacket and put it on in front of the mirror.
"I have to go. Rita needs me. We can talk when I come back."
After saying that, he left without looking back.
It seemed that when it came to Rita, he was on call no matter what time of day it was.
After a while, my phone rang. I looked at my screen and saw an unregistered number.
"Hello, is Charles with you now?" There was a sweet voice on the other You might like
MY MASTERS
Mercy Kay 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.
The Alpha King's Hated Slave
Kiss Leilani Once upon a time, there were two kingdoms once at peace. The kingdom of Salem and the kingdom of Mombana...
Until the day, the king of Mombana passed away and a new monarch took over, Prince Cone.
Prince Cone, has always been hungry for more power and more and more.
After his coronation, he attacked Salem.
The attack was so unexpected, Salem never prepared for it. They were caught off guard. The king and Queen was killed, the prince was taken into slavery.
The people of Salem that survived the war was enslaved, their land taken from them. Their women were made sex slaves.
They lost everything, including their land.
Evil befall the land of Salem in form of Prince Cone, and the prince of Salem in his slavery was filled with so much rage.
The prince of Salem, Prince Lucien swore revenge.
🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳
Ten years later, thirty-years old Lucien and his people raided a coup and escaped slavery.
They went into hiding and recuperated. They trained day and night under the leadership of the fearless and cold Lucien who was driven with everything in him to get back their land, and take Mombana land too.
It took them five years before they ambushed and attacked Mombana. They killed Prince Cone and reclaimed everything.
As they screamed out their victory, Lucien's eyes found and pinned the proud princess of Mombana. Princess Danika. The daughter of Prince Cone.
As Lucien stared at her with the coldest eyes anyone can ever possess, he felt victory for the first time.
He walked to the princess with the slave collar he'd won for ten years rattling in his hand as he walked. He reached close to her and with a swift movement, he collared her neck.
Then, he tilted her chin up, staring into the bluest eyes and the most beautiful face ever created, he gave her a cold smile.
"You are my acquisition. My slave. My sex slave. My property. I will pay you in spades, everything you and your father ever did to me and my people." He stated curtly.
Pure hatred, coldness and victory was the only emotion on his face.
. The Genius Baby: Bring Mommy And Daddy Together
Freddie Betita An unfortunate night changed the course of Yvonne's life. It all started after she caught her fiance sleeping with her sister.
Heartbroken, she drank herself into a stupor and went into the wrong room. She ended up having sex with a complete stranger.
After her father disowned her because she got pregnant out of wedlock, she went abroad with the determination to succeed and have her revenge.
Six years later, she returned to the country as a successful doctor and mother to a genius son.
At the tender age of six, Aiden was already a top hacker. He got the list of the most eligible bachelors in town. One day, he asked his mother, "Mommy, I can help you find a boyfriend. What kind of man do you like?"
Yvonne, who had no interest in men, pretended to give it a thought. Before she could respond, a man said, "Aiden, I'm your father. Why are you working against me?"
And so, the mission to bring his parents together officially began! 
