Sarah Brown

“You would do anything or money, won’t you?” He looked at her in disgust. “And you will always believe that money can buy anything, won’t you?” She kept her chin high even when her flimsy costume was making her resolve to fight weak. He took slow predatory steps towards her and yanked her hair, “Things like you can easily be bought. And I will.” He sniffed her scent and she pushed him away. He jerked her towards him and looked into her eyes, “A whore will always be a whore.” “And men will always be men.” She cursed him as he left her crying.

"I agree. I will grant her the divorce she seeks." These words were haunting Angelo Giordano. His wife of two years had divorced him and was now working in his office and Man! she is sexy, beautiful and a passionate worker. "Are you ashamed to let anyone know that you were married to me?" He whispered in her ear in the elevator which made a shiver run down her spine. "I don't give a damn about the past." Alessia told him but she slapped herself mentally. Who was she kidding. Now she has Draco on one hand and Angelo on the other. Is it right to have these thoughts about Angelo when she is happy with Draco? At the altar standing with Draco, will Alessia change her mind? Or her happily-ever after is written with Draco?

It was supposed to be a peaceful holiday but Sarah had no idea that she was entering the lion's den she had fled from months ago. The experience had been terrifying and Sarah had not been able to overcome it, but now, she was going to be a guest in his house. And what he wants? Revenge. Troy was searching for the devilish woman everywhere, but he had no idea that she was coming right there under his roof. He had everything a man could ever want, but he was burning in the fire of rage. Now, he has her in his grasp, and he will make her pay for her deeds. He will make her do for which he had bought her in the first place. But is life as simple as that? No way.....

Elena tried to get out of his grip but he was too heavy for her. “I am married.” She screamed. “You are not, not anymore.” He spoke as he bit her neck to the extent that she felt as if he will snatch out her flesh. “Please, let me go.” “That husband of yours lost you on a bet. I am the winner, and you belong to me. Just me.” She knew what Aslan was saying was right. John had indeed lost her on a poker table as if she was nothing but another of his belongings just like his watch or an old table. She pushed his chest with all her might but failed. It was her end. In this world where women were progressing, she was traded off on a poker table. She smirked at her fate. She was nothing. Nothing, but a lost bet.