LAM

“Please believe me. I didn't do anything!” Thalassa Thompson cried helplessly. “Take her away." Kris Miller, her husband, said coldly. He didn't care as she was humiliated for the whole world to see. What would you if the love of your life and the woman you considered your best friend betrayed you in the worse way possible? For Thalassa, the answer was only one; she's going to come back stronger and better and bring everyone who made her suffer to their knees. Let the games begin! ***** “I hate you." Kris gritted out, glaring into her eyes. Thalassa laughed. “Mr Miller, if you hate me so much, then why is your d*ck so hard?”

"Scarlett is out of options. Her ex, Caleb, has framed her, fired her, and left her destitute. In a desperate bid for justice, she storms his wedding, only to be thrown out into the rain—and straight into the path of Alpha Carter Blackwood. Carter is everything Caleb isn't: lethal, protective, and impossibly wealthy. But he’s also a forbidden fruit. Caleb thought he was throwing away trash, but he just hand-delivered the Alpha his new obsession. ""Carter..."" His face kept coming closer until his breath ghosted over my lips. And he took the next step; he didn't wait. He closed the gap, his hand tangling into my messy hair, pulling me toward him. His lips crashed onto mine. He groaned against my mouth, and his hand slid down to my waist, pulling me onto his lap completely. My mind blank. Just fire. And submission as my arse glided on his groin. I kissed him back. I wasn't thinking—I can't, my body seemed to move on its own, reacting to whatever was wrong with him. And my body was starting to love whatever was wrong with us. Heat pooled underneath my damp pants."

"Being second best is practically in my DNA. My sister got the love, the attention, the spotlight. And now, even her d*mn fiancé. Technically, Rhys Granger was my fiancé now-billionaire, devastatingly hot, and a walking Wall Street wet dream. My parents shoved me into the engagement after Catherine disappeared, and honestly? I didn't mind. I'd crushed on Rhys for years. This was my chance, right? My turn to be the chosen one? Wrong. One night, he slapped me. Over a mug. A stupid, chipped, ugly mug my sister gave him years ago. That's when it hit me-he didn't love me. He didn't even see me. I was just a warm-bodied placeholder for the woman he actually wanted. And apparently, I wasn't even worth as much as a glorified coffee cup. So I slapped him right back, dumped his *ss, and prepared for disaster-my parents losing their minds, Rhys throwing a billionaire tantrum, his terrifying family plotting my untimely demise. Obviously, I needed alcohol. A lot of alcohol. Enter him. Tall, dangerous, unfairly hot. The kind of man who makes you want to sin just by existing. I'd met him only once before, and that night, he just happened to be at the same bar as my drunk, self-pitying self. So I did the only logical thing: I dragged him into a hotel room and ripped off his clothes. It was reckless. It was stupid. It was completely ill-advised. But it was also: Best. S*x. Of. My. Life. And, as it turned out, the best decision I'd ever made. Because my one-night stand isn't just some random guy. He's richer than Rhys, more powerful than my entire family, and definitely more dangerous than I should be playing with. And now, he's not letting me go."