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Sandra Kinsey's dance studio was where she buried her passion. It was also our secret place. No one else was allowed in. No one but me. Until one day, her assistant barged in, using a love for Latin dance as an excuse, and danced with her intimately. Sandra didn't push him away. That was the moment I knew—you can't make someone stay when their heart has already left. I stripped her of her authority, took over the company myself, and gave Sandra all the freedom she could ever ask for. But later, eyes red and voice trembling, she looked at me and demanded to know why. I sat on the couch and glanced at her with indifference. "Freedom," I said, "always comes at a price. Doesn't it?"

Five years after graduating from one of New York’s top modeling schools, Amy Walters is still waiting for her big breakthrough in the fashion world. Desperation leads her straight into the arms of Liam Carter, the powerful CEO of a top fashion empire, who offers her the deal of a lifetime—with a condition. ******************** "If I agree to do it…" I forced out, "Will you sign me as your model?" Liam's cheeks flushed and he leaned forward, elbows on knees. "Depends." I stiffened. "On what?" He got up from the couch and headed towards me. I did not step back, even as he circled around me slowly, staring like a predator, inspecting his prey. He was standing behind me, his face against mine so that the air breathed down my ear. "On how well you please me tonight.”

Zacharias Goldman's second-in-command was a young and beautiful Beta. His friends, thinking he had never done anything to the Beta, often laughed at his incompetence. "She's a cute female. Are you sure you can hold it back?" Zacharias leaned into the back of the couch lazily. His voice was oozing with nonchalance. "I can't. She's… delicious." That shocked the crowd. Mikhail Crosswing, his best friend, whistled. "And I thought you were loyal to the end. Loyal to Lucilla. She's going to raise hell if she finds out." Zacharias chortled. "Ah, yes, she can be a headache when she does that. That's why you boys need to cover for me. The bonding ceremony is in three days. I don't want anything to go wrong." The boys cackled and promised they would keep their mouths sealed. I was standing right outside the door. I heard everything, but all I did was leave in silence. The mate ring was still in my hand, but the bonding ceremony was not going to happen.

She watched as he settled on the black couch while she stood a few meters away from him, with her luggage right beside her.  Her gaze lowered to the floor as her eyes met with his stiffened, icy face which wore a demeaning look that sent shrills all over her body.  Her heart palpitated with fear as she became overwhelmed by the thoughts of being strangled tonight by her newly wedded husband who was sitting right in front of her.   She had heard him rumored to be ruthless, arrogant and hostile just like his father.   After the collapse of his marriage with a billionaire's daughter whom he had tried to murder, he became feared by many, and every lady would see it as a death sentence to be married to him.  But here she was, the daughter of a peasant farmer, married to the ruthless Billionaire's son. How did she get here?  Her name is Alex, and this is her story with ADRIAN STEEL, SON OF THE RUTHLESS BILLIONAIRE

Note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. The story contains explicit adult content of a sexual nature and should not be read by anyone under the age of 18. Xoxo. Beg me to take you," he murmured. His voice was rough, reverberating through my bones. "Beg me to bend you over that couch and fuck you." The words were out of my mouth before I could think about them. "Oh, yes," I whispered. "Please." He paused. Then, to my everlasting dismay, he pulled back, removing his hand from my pants and leaving a wet, cold trail behind. A deep chuckle rumbled through his chest, turning my knees to pudding. "No," he said. It took a second to register. "What?" I cried. "Why? You asked me to... why?" And he laughed. He laughed at me.

“You make me want to do more than kiss you.” “Then do it,” I urge him. “I’m eighteen now.” * * * Life after high school hasn’t been kind to Calum. When his mother remarries again and offers him the option of living with her new family till he figures out his life, he jumps on the opportunity. Cathy is living her best life. Her father has finally found love after her mother’s death. What better way to celebrate it than with a night out at the bar and three of her most favourite people? One drink leads to another and the tipsy Cathy is dared to kiss the hot stranger sitting by himself at the bar. Easy peasy, right? What’s a little tango with a stranger? Until the next day. She finds the hot stranger at her house, sitting comfortably on the couch is none other than her stepbrother. * * * * * This is a spin-off of Bullied By The Badboy.

Hello, I'm Rose. I thought my life was perfect with my husband Luke, until I came home from a trip to find the truth. I couldn't reach him because my phone had been lost. But finding his second phone on the couch , that was an opportunity to call my friend and informed her that I am back. I dialed her number, that's when I saw it. Sophia's name came up as "Honey," and the texts between them broke everything. Luke wasn't in love with me. He married me because of my father's business connections. "Once I get what I want from her father, I'll divorce her," he wrote. My heart was shattered, and I couldn't believe my eyes as Luke and Sophia entered the house together, looking like lovers. A marriage based on a lie, what choice is there? Find Out!

One accident led to An Xin waking up in the body of her best friend. The once domineering Miss An was now suddenly the gentle Madam Ye, but this does not mean that she is without thorns. The first thing to solve, is this cold and unapproachable husband of hers that makes her pity her best friend. At the same time, perhaps squeeze a pretty penny off some hustle, and save up so she can travel. Perhaps she will find a few hunks on the way and her newfound life would not be boring at all. But wait, why is the once unapproachable husband suddenly so clingy? Good sir, I am not your wife, and marrying me is impossible. Unless...you promise to spoil me for the rest of my life, love me like nothing else, and to and over all your wealth and influence, and to be content coming home to do the chores and cook for me everyday. Perhaps then, I would sit on the couch and cheer you on!

The day I married Vincent Sorrentino, Lena, the Sorrentino family’s adopted daughter, threatened to jump off the steeple of the family church. Vincent left me standing at the altar in my custom wedding gown, no hesitation, just bolted after her. With every New York crime boss, politician, and oligarch staring at me, I looked out at the crowd and said loud and clear: “Any man who walks up here right now and says ‘I do’? I’ll marry you.” Three years later, Vincent was back into the Sorrentino family’s Long Island estate, Lena on his arm. I was sitting on the leather couch in the main living room, watching my favorate TV show. Vincent’s eyes locked on my huge pregnant belly, his jaw tight, growling through his teeth: “Whose bastard is in there?” I took a sip of orange juice, curled my lip into a smile, and said: “It's a Sorrentino baby, of course.”

The day I was reborn, I came across that anonymous post again. “My sponsor is like a sister to me, but her husband gives me butterflies. “I know it’s wrong, but I can’t stop myself from feeling this way. Yesterday, we got down and dirty on the couch she bought.” Back in my past life, this very post broke me. In a fit of rage, I exposed their filthy secret to the world. The girl I once gave my heart and soul to help succumbed to cyberbullying and took her life by jumping off a building. After the funeral, my husband, Taylor Rogue, became a devoted and gentle man, only to lock me up in a mental institution the moment I put down my walls. “You should spend the rest of your life atoning for ruining Ivy!” With three years of pills and electric shock stripping away my sanity and dignity, I climbed to the roof and leaped. When I opened my eyes, I was back to the moment everything began.