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Not His Old Lady Anymore
I was the President's Old Lady - and the only reason his MC was still breathing. For three years, I ran every legal business the Serpents of Redemption owned. While Craig chased road glory across state lines, I turned a failing auto shop and a tattoo parlor into the money that kept the brothers fed, the bikes fueled, and the clubhouse lights on. Then he rode home from a two-month run with a sweetbutt on the back of his Harley - and her son. Ginger, he said, had saved his life on the road. So he put her in the main residence, in the room directly across from our bed. He handed her my ledgers and called it repayment. When her son dumped a cup of scalding coffee over my hand, Craig never checked my burns. He scooped up the boy and blamed me. His grandmother - the club's Matriarch - stood before every patched brother and accused me of hurting "family." That night, Craig told me Ginger held a place in his heart I could never reach. A debt of blood he'd honor above me. Three years. My family's fortune. My scarred hand. All of it - worthless next to his roadside savior. So I did the one thing a President never expects his Old Lady to do. I gave back his patch. Now they can keep their empty ledgers. They can play happy family in a clubhouse I built. And when this motorcycle club burns - I'll be the one holding the match."You're pregnant, ma'am. Congratulations!"
Cheryl Naylor walked out of the hospital in a stupor, but the doctor's remarks continued to play in her head.
When she glanced at the pregnancy test report in her hand once more, her face creased into a sudden smile.
It was the third year of Cheryl and Jarred Fuller's marriage.
They wed not because of love but to fulfill the last request of Jarred's grandmother.
However, Jarred was a wonderful husband once they were married, doing everything a spouse should do. He made sure Cheryl lived a good life and took good care of her. Every year on their anniversary, he would ask his assistant to send Cheryl a gift.
He treated her with the utmost respect and dignity that a wife deserved.
It seemed to everyone else that they were the sweetest and most loving couple.
However, it was a far cry from reality.
Cheryl kept to herself that Jarred did not utter a single "I love you" to her in the past three years they spent together.
Nonetheless, she fervently wanted to marry him, and she was already content with just having his company and presence in her life. She hoped their happiness would only increase now that they were expecting their firstborn.
Cheryl cautiously tucked away the pregnancy test report and eagerly dialed Jarred's number.
"Cheryl."
The man's deep and pleasant voice could be heard via the phone. It had a soothing tone to it.
Cheryl couldn't keep her enthusiasm from coming through, and her voice reflected it. "Jarred, I've got some news for you!"
"I've got something to tell you, as well. Let's talk about it later tonight."
"Okay..."
But before Cheryl could finish her sentence, the call was abruptly ended.
She didn't know what to think at first, but the pleasure of her first pregnancy soon took over.
Night came fast as the sun started to sink lower in the sky.
Bright lights illuminated the River Villa.
Cheryl prepared a feast of Jarred's favorite dishes as she waited for him to come back.
Before long, a car pulling up on the driveway could be heard outside.
As she anxiously awaited his entrance, Cheryl's pulse raced.
The urge to welcome him prompted her to get to her feet.
At that moment, the door swung open, and a tall guy strode in.
Jarred had a reputation for dressing sharply. He was dressed in a tailored grey suit, a crisp white shirt, and a fancy tie.
He had chiseled features and a prominent nose that stood out. His gold-rimmed glasses gave people the impression of being aloof and arrogant.
"You're home. Let's eat dinner first, shall we?"
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Burning Love: What If I Never Get Over You
Despite being an ordinary orphan girl, Cheryl managed to marry the most powerful man in the city. He was perfect in every aspect, but there was one thing-- he didn't love her. Three years into their marriage, she finally got pregnant, but it was also the day her husband gave her their divorce pap/0/1097/coverorgin.jpg?v=b075ac6bcccaa72299c54ad2d254c4e6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Mr. Ceo & I
Asher, is the cocky, arrogant, rude, and closed off Ceo of The National Elect Industries. He works hard for what he wants. He has everything he needs except one thing... A personal assistant until Natalia fulfills the position. Unfortunately they loathe each other. She puts him in his place, while h/0/21942/coverorgin.jpg?v=998ef6767d1016ebbb4b0f4378c904c6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
WILD EROTIC ADVENTURES
Sex is delicious. No one in their perverted mind will claim otherwise. So when a chance for a too good to be a true moment of one's life knocks at its door or when what happened a while ago was something you would never think it would have happened, some people grab these chances, while some regret/0/18077/coverorgin.jpg?v=b43039b785ef4396a00b099b2956e1ad&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Fancy Pants Club
'Prank you?' he scoffed. 'You must be joking, my Sweet Rose.' He leaned towards me, but I guess it wasn't enough for he stood up, motioned our personal waiter to take the two chairs that parted us and place his own chair near mine. 'I don't do pranks. It is not fancy at all,' he continue/1/100248/coverorgin.jpg?v=fbbf5c1f42fb2058c92295a1577af81a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Contract With The Devil: Love In Shackles
I watched my husband sign the papers that would end our marriage while he was busy texting the woman he actually loved. He didn't even glance at the header. He just scribbled the sharp, jagged signature that had signed death warrants for half of New York, tossed the file onto the passenger seat, an/0/18574/coverorgin.jpg?v=194733ebc94a0b86eca7485c9fc2a4a4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Closer, The Better
It had been her grandfather’s last wish to see her wed to Arvin. However, on Belinda's wedding day, no sooner had they wedded than Arvin left his bride behind. The gossip spread like wildfire, and overnight, everyone took her as a joke. Since then, the fighting between them had no end. Until the/0/21559/coverorgin.jpg?v=122de5e019f6fcec36900a99ff68c4ee&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Lycan King
'He was her saviour and she was his redemption.' Avalyn has been a slave of her fathers’ murderer for eight years before he sold her off in an auction. Nikolai didn't plan on finding his mate, but now that he did, he was going to keep her, even if he had to be her mate, her master or her lover./0/71279/coverorgin.jpg?v=9e49a76b6b5eef1f9b662f77b9729717&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Marrying A Secret Zillionaire: Happy Ever After
Linsey was stood up by her groom to run off with another woman. Furious, she grabbed a random stranger and declared, "Let's get married!" She had acted on impulse, realizing too late that her new husband was the notorious rascal, Collin. The public laughed at her, and even her runaway ex offered to/0/11715/coverorgin.jpg?v=6cdc6c9ce7663bfce418cff65b13763e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
You are MINE!
"You really don't know what I want Noor?" He whispers lowering his head to mine. "I- I don't know." "Should I tell you then?" He brings his face dangerously close to mine. I quickly shook my head in negative, unable to find my voice. "Why not?" He whispers again and I squeeze my eyes shut./0/22445/coverorgin.jpg?v=0509be327bd216e218bf59215ddbbd4a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
