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 wh*r* will always be a wh*r*.” “And men will always be men.” She cursed him as he left her crying.

"You don't get to come back and act like nothing happened." That's what Armand Vale told me the first time he saw me after five years. Five years that I spent hating him. Five years that I spent surviving his loss. The last time he had touched me? I was wearing a wedding dress. And then, he married my sister the same day. Now, Alana is gone, and we are left with nothing but grief, resentment, and a little kid between us, a kid who calls me "Mama." Even when we have nothing, we are building a whole world. He watches me like he hates him. And I kiss my boyfriend while thinking about a man who broke my heart. Every fight, every touch, every brush of our skin is pure fire, and this time, I don't know if I will survive him.

"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 s*xy, 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 d*mn 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.....

She retreated to the wall. “Stop, right there.” Her untouched body was now facing the two hunks who were ready to devour her. “Why? You married us. We are your husbands. We have every right over you.” Atlas’s words made her cheeks go red. “Didn’t you want to be the queen? How would you, if you won’t even consummate the marriage?” Andreas spoke in his calm, velvety voice, his two tendrils falling over his eyes, loose form his ponytail behind his head. Aurelia’s back touched the back of the wall. “I don’t…..” But her words stuck in her throat as her back hit the wall and her husbands stood closer to her. She could smell sweat and an earthly scent on them. Atlas and Andreas looked at each other then her, “You are ours. To do as we please. Don’t trouble your mind wondering about the fact that you are queen.” Atlas was bitter. “You are just a cheat. Who is fallen in our lap.” Andreas added. “Why don’t you just kill me like you killed my family?” Aurelia cried, her red hair unruly and framing her pale, freckled face. Her cheeks washed with tears and lips red, pouting. Atlas and Andreas both smiled. “What would be fun in doing that?”

“Her fate had been sealed on a poker table when her husband traded her off and lost her to a man who was ruthless. Aslan Parker would get anything he wanted by hook or crook. He robbed everything from Elena. The fate smirked when he fell for her. But could Elena forget everything?” Present The woman was scared. The man was smirking. He was not a man, but a beast. He was destroying her like a monster. Everything good in him had died the day that bullet was shot at him. The whip cut the air and….. They say when you lose everything, you find yourself. It was true, only until you are not caught. She lost everything but won herself, but how long? He has the cage ready when all she want is to fly. Is there anyone else for her? What does fate hold for them?

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.