Warning: Adults Only - Contains dark and mature scenes. ******************************* He’d just had sex with his enemy's daughter . Roman waited, waited for the sense of wrongness he half-expected to feel, but it never came. The sex with her had been good. More than good. Shaking the thought off, he focused on his plans for revenge. The girl was almost his. Almost. Turning his head, Roman looked at Arriane. She was sleeping like a baby, foolishly oblivious to what a monster she was snuggled up to. ******************************* Arriane Forbes has always dreamed of meeting Mr. Right. Roman Volkov, a cynical billionaire who has a grudge against Arriane's father, is certainly not her Mr. Right. Cold, manipulative, and ruthless, he's not a nice man and he doesn't pretend to be. But even villains can fall in love, can they?

Veronica work as a maid to Tyrone Abales who is a businessman so that her father could not find her. Her father wanted her to marry his business partner son. She disguised as an ugly woman. She also used a fake name as Vilma. Meet Tyrone Abales from a buena familia. He is tall, dark, and handsome. He is secretly in love to his friend Steffie Muñez who has another loved one. Veronica falls in love with her boss even though she knows he hasn't move on yet from his heart break with Steffie. But Steffie returns and she succeeds in destroying their relationship. Destiny is playful, because the man she doesn't want to marry is none other than Tyron Abales. And now Veronica is willing to continue their fixed marriage to get back the man she loves. Would she really want to marry him, even though she wasn't the one he truly love?

Giselle Armel and Eric Every were childhood friends. Eric lived on the Grand Armel's estate with his older brother, and his mother, who worked there as a maid. Following a tragedy involving both families, they were forced to leave when Eric was 14. After years of disappearing, Eric is back, rich and powerful, with only one mission - destroying the Armel family. For seven years, obsessed with his revenge, he has been doing it successfully, step by step. The time has come to deal with Giselle, who is on the top of his revenge list. Giselle works at her family's company, Armel Fashion Inc. The company means everything to her, but Eric is taking it over. However, Giselle refuses to stand back and do nothing... Unfortunately, all she manages to do is enter Eric's trap, and into a forced marriage... *************** Giselle's POV: I take a few steps back from my desk as he is getting f**king too close to me. Grabbing my wrists, he pulls me across the office, crashing me into the wall. God damn! "You think you can handle me, love? So wrong, you should be worried." He is invading my personal space, and more, I hardly breathe, his body is pressing mine, his hands are on the wall, around me, his eyes in level with mine, and I can see every detail in them, and I can feel his hot breath on my lips and cheeks. My heart bangs, threatening to break my ribs. I punch him with my fists, but he clenches them, pinning them above my head. He pushes his one knee in between my legs, separating them slightly. That was sexy. It instantly crossed my mind. At the same time, I remind myself I'm angry at the man. He breathes wearily at my face, holding my hands with his one hand, and his other hand goes on my flesh, above my skirt waistband, finding its way up and under my blouse. I like it. Oh, boy! I shouldn't like this. "Don't, don't, don't touch me, I'll scream!" Eric's fingers touch my bare skin, slowly disappearing under my shirt, tugging my bra's lace. He circles his thumbs over my peaks slowly while his eyes are penetrating mine. My breathing starts hitching. "I dreamed about this for a long time. And I know you did too. Oh, you'll scream, that is right. Out of pleasure." He stares at me, smiling. Fuck, my n*pples harden under his touch. He plays dirty, sexually assaulting me. I stare back at him, my mind still not submitting, but my body is treacherous. Think, Giselle, think quickly...! I can't win this unless I use the handcuffs from Ed's drawer. And for that, I have to act differently. Ok, I'm doing this..., it's the only way. I relax in his arms, and I stop fighting. I fake my breathing like there is much left to fake, as I'm already pretty excited and aroused. I return his smile, not taking my eyes off him. Moving my face closer to his, biting onto my lower lip as I blink my lashes, just once, deliberately pushing and grinding my hips up and close to his, smoothly. "Mmmm, you want to make me scream, Eric? I should have accepted your offer, so..., make me..., make me scream your name, here and now, Eric..., please, f**k me! Now, I want you to f**k me...!" And he takes the challenge.

Sydney spent most of her time trying to make her marriage work. She was a famous model. Everyone thought her marriage was as fabulous as her looking. On the contrary, no matter how much efforts she paid, her husband never stopped embarrassing her in public, showing her a cold face and pushing her away, but not even once did Sydney wanna give up. Until one day, she realized her husband had a mistress, a woman she met everyday but Sydney never thought she's her husband's mistress...

What some may call mistakes..I also call mistakes. I have made plenty in my life but this one takes the cake. I had such a great night celebrating my best friend getting hitched, that I took a groomsman back to my hotel with me that night, only to have a different groomsman stop by the night before I flew back home. Now I'm in trouble...double the trouble...I have to tell these best friends that one of them is the father to the child I'm carrying. Will I last through trying to get to know both of these men? What if I lose my heart to one? And what if he doesn't end up being the father? What about my family obligations? Mistakes were made.

Mandy had three things she wants to accomplish before Single Awareness Day (aka Valentines.) - First, she is bound and determined to move out of her mom and Dad's basement and into her own place. -Second, she needs a job to sustain her and the peanut. - And third, she is determined to keep her shit together for the delivery. Because ready or not, Mandy is about to become a mother. Does she dare accept a position from the man that started her on this rollercoaster ride? And if she does choose to work for the handsome CEO, will he figure out that the baby she is carrying belongs to him?

"It's time for your punishment!" Leila's heartbeat accelerated, her breathing hitched when she heard Nate's words. He pushed her down on the sofa, pressed his body flat on top of her, and pinned her hands above her head. Even before he launched, she knew what was coming, not sure if she wanted it or not. "You've been so naughty." Nate whispered while rubbing his lips against Leila's edges wildly, and his tongue forcibly parted her lips, slipping inside her mouth. She put up a fight, feeling his hands stroking and exploring all over her body. His tongue forced hers into the entangling chase. Nate Hill was a danger! He yanked the straps and upper part of her nightgown down, his mouth devouring her breasts. "No! please! Stop it!" She begged him weakly when he started to pull her panties down. She wanted to cry, again scared he would rape her. Should she tell him? Tell him she was a virgin? Would it matter to him? ************************************************** Leila had never expected that an accidental kiss would brought her a contract marriage. Nate Hill was known as a womanizer billionaire, handsome while ruthless. He had been changing his fucktoys more often than his socks. His parents forced him to get married within days so he desperately needed a fake wife. Once betrayed by his ex, he swore not to fall in love again, he considered women as trouble, so Leila Swift was a perfect choice. Her ugly tomboy look was definitely not his cup of tea. Little did he know, Leila was a gorgeous beauty. She disguised herself as a tomboy for some reason. As she knew well about Nate's playboy life, she despised him and ensured that she would never fall for him, needless to say to give him her virginity. Well, who knows?

When Zoe Cavalier decided to spend the summer in America to get away from her overbearing family, the last thing she expected was to end up falling for a man she should dislike-but doesn't.   Martin Milano is the most arrogant, bossy man Zoe has ever met. He finds Zoe looks like his ex-wife. He hires Zoe as his son's nanny, and he drives Zoe absolutely crazy. Although Zoe has been warned that Martin is playing some dirty, underhanded game, she finds herself caught between her friends and a man she shouldn't want.   Who will she choose when her heart and her mind are telling her two different things?

Zachary Anderson, CEO and billionaire from the outside looks as though he has everything. A super model fiancée, money, and looks. One thing he hasn’t been able to achieve was happiness. An accident three years ago had him missing six months' memory but nothing seemingly important happened and only deals with the slight headaches that came with it. Until he starts to remember. Remember a woman. A woman who saved his life. Evelyn Harris turned out to be far more than what he originally remembered. Can Zach keep his life together while dealing with this mystery woman? Or will everything he built over the last three years go down in flames?

*Warning: Including violence and explicit mature content. ---------- "So? Will you? You let me fuck you, and I'll give your camera back." Zane repeated his offer. "Fuck yourself! Asshole!" Alaia's face withered as she pushed against his chest the hardest she could manage. Her nails scratched his arms as she fought him. But she didn't move an inch from the bed. Or Zane away from her. Instead, he caught her hands and pinned them above her head. "Easy, rabbit!" He smirked without a trace of softness in his eyes. His eyes were blue-gray. Alaia saw the shade clearly now. Such a pretty pair of eyes, yet so ice-cold, soulless. "Get your dirty hands off me!" Alaia roared and raised her head, getting into Zane's face spitefully. Dirty? Zane sneered. Alaia Jones was no longer the same princess he first met. Still, her eyes glowered at him with pride, nobility, and dignity. It made Zane's anger boil up. I will destroy all her pride. All her dignity! He promised inwardly. He first made that promise to himself a long time ago. And now was the time to keep it. "Hundred thousand dollars for one night!" Zane dropped it on the table. Alaia opened her mouth, but he didn't let her speak. "Your mother's hospital bills are due soon, right?" He continued, watching Alaia's face changing its expression. Then he got up, opening the nightstand's drawer. Alaia took a chance, getting up too. She stood in the middle of the room when he approached, handing her the photos. Alaia lowered her eyes, witnessing images of Vivi Brown passionately kissing David Green, a film director. Everyone knew David was married and had two young children. "You could kill two birds with one stone. You'll get these photos and 100K if you let me fuck you," Zane said. He didn't need to say anything more. Alaia knew what he meant. Her mother wouldn't get disconnected from the life support in the hospital. And she could give her uncle money to save his company. Those were the two birds. And the stone was her virginity.