Emperor Of The Eight Islands

Eight Days (A.k.A 192 Hours) is a Romance Business Novel, it entails the happening in the life of Bisola by the hand of Fate, it tells how an orphan Girl with nothing but just her Bachelor Degree Certificate in Marketing found a Job, caught the eyes of her Cold CEO, also cause the Cold CEO to finally admit his love for her, all within the period of Eight days. hguuh NOTE:- The Novel Plot happened within Eight Days

Eight years after running away pregnant, I found myself crossing paths with my ex-husband, Howard Quinn. His friends stared at me in surprise. "So, this is what you have become after leaving Howard? Reduced to a cleaner?" When I was six-months pregnant, I met with an accident. While I lay there, he was staying by the side of another woman, his so-called true love, in labor, never leaving her side. When I confronted him, in pieces, he looked at me bored and impatiently. "Don't be so jealous and petty. I have no time for you. As long as you behave, you'll always be Mrs. Quinn." I couldn't stand it any longer, so I ran away, staying away for eight long years. Now, those sharp eyes glared at me. "Have you had enough? If so, come home." What he didn't know was that my husband and daughter had already made dinner, waiting for me and my son to return home.

I smiled a bit. I ran my fingers on my iphone. I beckoned my men to shoot his men. They were on the ground in a second, wet in their own blood. I saw she was glaring at me in my eyes. Nobody dared to look in my eyes, she did. Her bewilder eyes were making her more sexy and hot. I paced toward her, gripping from her waist. She was giving me a touching rose petals feeling. I knew what I was going to do. I clutched her tightly and jumped from the railing~~~~~~~ Duante Rego, the international business tycoon, mafia emperor, cruel with badness, ruthless, no mercy for wrong, powerful. It changed his life when he met long wavy haired beauty and he claimed her as his wife at gunpoint. Eveleen Kashyap is a sweet, fun loving, brave, innocent girl. Who is away from this mafia evilness. She attended a family function with her friends, which changed her life. First she met her kidnapper, then Emperor of the Mafia world. Who hooked her up as his wife.

The injured Shadow was thrown into the novel made by her best friend's fiance, unwillingly. When she opened her eyes, a high graphic game-like message flickered in front of her eyes. [{Welcome mortal} - Register name: Shadow - Gender: handsome lady - Code name: SS50 - Title: The Emperor of the Underworld. - Height: 150cm (short)] After she received the bizarre message from supposed trusted companions, the sense of betrayal messing up her whole system, driving her tired mind to the beyond insanity. And she knew she was done for.

At my best friend's wedding, a girl lunged forward and caught the bouquet—only for it to slip from her hands and land squarely in my arms. My best friend, Lauren Walker, beamed at me. "Madison, looks like you're the next bride." The guests exchanged knowing glances and turned toward my boyfriend of eight years—Mason Ryder, the CEO of the Ryder Group. But he calmly plucked the bouquet from my hands and casually passed it to the girl standing beside me—his secretary, Natalie Carter. "She caught it first." He ruffled my hair, his voice gentle. "Be good. Give it back to Natalie for now. We'll wait for the next time." The spotlight—and the guests' attention—shifted with the bouquet, settling on Natalie. I looked at her startled yet shy expression, then rested a hand on my stomach and forced a bitter smile. Mason didn't know there wouldn't be a next time. Our eight-year promise had already come to an end, and we still hadn't taken the step into marriage. And I had already promised my parents, who were royalty, that next week, I would leave and return to Montelvia to inherit the family legacy.

Charlotte Crowe's childhood sweetheart started acting up again, which meant she was ready to divorce me again. By then, I had gone numb. I looked at her calmly and said, "This will be the eighth time." Guilt crossed her face as she looked at me, her eyes full of helplessness and pleading. "Gregory, I don't have a choice. You know Victor talks about killing himself every day. I can't just ignore him. But don't worry. As soon as I calm Victor down, we'll get married again." I said nothing. She had said the same thing to me more times than I could count. We got married eight times and got divorced eight times. Even the courthouse staff knew me by now. Behind my back, they said we practically kept the divorce court in business. With the freshly issued divorce papers in my hand, a staff member behind me asked curiously, "So when are you coming back for your next remarriage?" I gave a faint shake of my head. "There won't be a next time."