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The silk of my wedding dress melted like sugar in the parking lot bonfire, the pearls popping like gunshots. I hoped Daniel heard them from the chapel where he'd just married my best friend.
I stood barefoot on asphalt, heels discarded and forgotten. The lace hem of the dress curled into ash, blackened smoke tangling with my veil like a ghost that refused to let go. My mascara ran freely-black rivers of rage and ruin-mixing with the champagne I swigged straight from the bottle someone had dropped outside the reception tent.
Security yelled something. Maybe it was about fire codes. Maybe about trespassing. I couldn't hear them over the thunder in my chest.
"Miss, you can't-"
I held up a finger, then another, then flipped them off entirely.
"Watch me."
They didn't get closer. No one ever does when a woman is unhinged in white.
And then-
A shadow cut through the smoke.
Tall. Precise. Unbothered. Like the fire couldn't touch him.
He wore a charcoal suit that cost more than my canceled wedding did, sleeves rolled casually to the elbows. His tie was undone, shirt open at the throat, as if this chaos were just another boardroom meeting he could dominate with a glance.
Damien Blackwood.
The older, exiled brother. The one with the reputation.
A cigarette dangled from his lips. He didn't light it. Just watched the flames consume the last threads of my dignity with a gaze sharp enough to gut me.
"If you're done with theatrics," he said smoothly, "I have a business proposal."
I turned to him slowly, mascara streaked and bottle still clutched like a weapon. "I'm not interested in selling my sanity. I'm wearing it."
He looked down at the flaming dress, then at the smudged mess I'd become.
"And yet, here you are. Free. Unattached. Very...public."
"Is this where you call me pathetic?"
"No," he said, tossing the unlit cigarette into the fire. "This is where I offer to help you destroy my brother."
The world slowed.
Damien walked forward until we stood on opposite sides of the flames. His face flickered gold in the firelight, shadowed by something dangerous.
"I don't want your pity," I hissed.
He arched an eyebrow. "Good. I don't give it. I want the Blackwood name back, and Daniel took that from me. He took your startup, too, didn't he?"
My throat locked.
He knew.
"The patent for CarterCloud was registered under Daniel's name two days before your wedding," he continued. "I could let that slide. Or I could help you take it back."
I stared, heart pounding, head reeling.
"Why me?" I asked.
"Because you're angry enough to burn down your wedding dress. And I like women who don't flinch at fire."
He stepped forward and peeled off his suit jacket, slow and deliberate. Then, with a flick, he tossed it into the flames beside my ruined gown.
"I want you to pretend to love me," he said. "In front of Daniel. In front of the world. Make him bleed from the inside out. And in return, I'll bankroll your revenge."
I laughed, raw and wild.
"You want me to what-flirt my way through your boardrooms and gala dinners?"
"I want you to look Daniel in the eye while you sit on my lap and call me 'darling.' I want you to be the woman he lost-and can never touch again."
He extended his hand.
It smelled like cedar and smoke and something darker.
I didn't take it. Not yet.
Instead, I looked at the fire one last time.
Then I spat into it. "I'll screw you over too, Blackwood."
His smile sharpened.
"I'm counting on it."
The Last Female Dragon.
Lily black didn't even know who she was, she thought she was any ordinary girl just going about her day, until her dragon Sapphire awakened in her soul, making it known she wasn't some ordinary girl but the last female dragon. will her and her fated mate Creed prevail against her evil, sadistic father? or will Danny Further prevail instead?
Wet For Daddy
"Fuck-say my name when I'm inside you," Drake's voice was a dark growl against my ear, his hand pinning mine above the headboard. "Drake... oh God, harder-" I cried, my body arching into his relentless thrusts. "Not just Drake. Say what I am to you." "My ex's father," I gasped, shame and desire tangling on my tongue. "That's right, sweetheart. And now you're mine." It was supposed to be a reckless mistake. A reckless sex with a stranger after catching my boyfriend screwing my best friend. But the stranger wasn't a stranger at all. He was Drake Humphrey. My ex-boyfriend's father. Older. Filthy rich. Ruthlessly dominant. The man I should have run from. Instead, I let him own me. In his penthouse, on his desk, in his car. I let him ruin me with every touch. But what started as lust has become obsession. Drake doesn't just want my body. He wants my heart. He wants me under his name, his control, his power. And when our secret erupts, the world around us catches fire. My ex wants revenge. His mother wants blood. His father wants me. And I can't decide if I've been destroyed... or if I've finally come alive.
Fractured Love
"You... you tested the children?" "I just...I needed to be sure..." "Sure of what? "That I'm a liar? That our children aren't yours? That I've spent years deceiving you?" ....................................................... When the perfect facade cracks, the true test of love begins. Nick Elba's seemingly perfect life unravels when a careless comment sparks doubts about his children's paternity. Despite his wife Noel's protestations of innocence, Nick's trust is shattered. A DNA test confirms his worst fears, but the truth reveals more about Nick's own insecurities than Noel's fidelity. Can they overcome their differences and rebuild their relationship, or will the fractures in their love prove too deep to mend?
Sold to the ruthless vampire king
Cassie was used as a scapegoat by her father to pay for his deceit with the vampire king, who sought to destroy the village of Helvetia. Dragged away by the vampire soldiers, Cassie is taken to their kingdom. Will she survive in this dangerous new world, or will she be consumed by the weight of her father's sins? Watch as Cassie navigates life in the vampire kingdom, facing challenges and discovering what lies ahead.
The Return Of The Alpha king
"Strip!" He ordered. She froze. It is going to happen again. He is going to have sex with her again. " Please...", she trembled, her eyes pooled with tears. " Strip Sabrina. Now!" She felt angry and humiliated at the same time, standing up to him will only bring her more pain, so why not just strip with dignity. Not that she thinks she has any left anyways. To him... With a trembling hand, she removed her gown, making sure to hold his gaze as she did so. Left only with her corset, she hesitated, but she removed it. She stood stark naked before him, humiliation washed over her but she concealed it well. " Crawl", he ordered. Sabrina went cold, she stared at him, shocked out of her wit. Crawl? She knows how degrading and immoral that is. " I am not a whore ", she snapped. " Crawl! Or I will make you", he warned sternly. Tears stung her eyes. Shamefully, she lowered herself to the floor, and stood all fours. Then she started towards him. He would force her if she refused anyway. Her insides coiled with humiliation and anger with every degrading crawl she made. She stopped at his feet, and stood. Her gaze was filled with rage and sheer resentment. How much she loathes this man! But this is her life now, a whore to a vengeful king.
WET PUSSY
On the rain-soaked streets of Blackthorn City, whispers follow a drenched black cat the locals call Wet Pussy. To some, it's just a stray. To others, it's an omen. But to one woman, its sudden appearance at her doorstep marks the beginning of a nightmare. After a stormy night leaves her staring at a bloody handprint on her window, she's dragged into the dark underworld surrounding an infamous bar that bears the same name. Inside its walls, secrets are traded like currency, and disappearances are explained away with chilling ease. When her closest friend vanishes without a trace, she realizes the mystery isn't just about the bar or the cat. It's about her. Someone knows her past, someone is pulling her strings, and every step deeper into the shadows feels like walking into a trap. But what if the cat isn't just a bystander? What if it's the only witness and the key to unraveling the truth? With twists at every turn, Wet Pussy is a suspense charged thriller where nothing is as it seems, and survival depends on who you trust when the storm falls.