Ace Emerson is the most hot, sexy, and arrogant playboy in New York. He is ruthless when it comes to business and women. He has gone through women like clothes. Violet Jones is a smart, great looking, and independent woman who is honest and loving. They are polar opposites but you know what they say, "opposites attract". What happens when Violet gets the job position of being Ace's P.A? Forget that. What happens on her first day of work when she finds out that she will be married to her arrogant, rude, and heartless boss? Will sparks fly or will a fire ignite?

{ Highest Ranking 👉🏻 #1 in Spiritual/ Islamic love story } I felt hurt seeing him in pain, pain, which wasn't so obvious to him. // .... Emotions overwhelming my unfaithful heart, I told him, "Assalam Alaikum, Ammar... your hand..." And they came covering us, maybe he didn't hear me. We walked towards the car, my attention on his bruised hand. Before we entered I took the first aid box. He stood there, tall, eyes ~ deep enough to drown me. He made my heart mad and it shivered as I neared him. I saw him grin and he let out a chuckle, and I asked him, terrified but fearless, "Why are you laughing ?" He turned to give me a closer look, his cold eyes examining every detail of mine and finally he spoke in his heavy Emirati accent that blew my senses, with a smirk alongside. What attitude !!! "Am I the doctor or you ? -I gave him a sideways death glare- And I told him, "I'm your wife," He raised his eyebrow side ways and I raised mine sideways too. And he talked again, burning what remained of me, my ears curious to listen to him. He told me to get in the car bluntly. I denied !! This time I wasn't going to listen to him. And he stared at me - his eyes speaking a lot yet they were so quiet. I saw him take a sigh of defeat! He moved up to me, close... closer.... bridging the gap that let air pass between us. And my fragrance blended in his enchanting one. *Takes a deep breath*

#1 in spiritual "You are mine!" He claimed, gazing at her deep hazel eyes intensely. "No, I was never yours."She countered, as a lone tear fell from her eyes. "You were and you are. I will not let you get married to anyone else and there will be only my name in your henna!" Daniyal smiled gandering at her delicate hands, which were soon going to be covered with henna, but with his name? "Aren't you happy that I am finally leaving your house! Please Daniyal! You know how much it took me to be okay after you broke our friendship! Then you came back again as if nothing happened?" Kinza Malak burst into tears. Her bottled up emotions exploded like a volcano abruptly! "I am sorry Kinza. I was a jerk back then; I spoilt everything. Please let me fulfil the promise, my dad made to your abbu," with that he walked away, hiding hurt and love in his emotionless eyes, leaving a shocking Kinza behind.

Stay in your limits. Don't think that I don't know anything. I cannot forget what you and your mother did to me and with my sister. Be there where you are." He said and I held the wall to stop myself from falling. "One more thing,never again do it. Never touch my things again."He said and a tear escaped from my eyes to roll down on my cheek He went out of the room,leaving me all alone,with so much hurt. He shut the door so hardly that I jumped on my place. Tears were rolling down on my cheeks. I sat down on the floor. I was remembering each and every word he said today. All in these days, I had a hope that one he'll be mine but today he just broke everything. Stay in your limits. I cannot forget what you and your mother did to me and my sister. Be there where you are. His words were ringing in my ear,telling me who I'm to him. He thought I was behind all this. He thought that I was with my mother,compelling him to marry me. But he was wrong. I wanted to tell him. Words seems to lost for me. He said never touch his things."His things?" We are separate ?? I thought, I am his wife and he know that I have the right on his everything but today he just told me my limits. ★~~★~~★~~★~~★~~★ Be with Jahan and Zeeniya to witness their journey of making the other fall.

"Behind my back." His eyes faltering a little, turned darker, yet he kept his stance strong and defensive. "I told you, I had no choice." Slowly, my words started coming back to me, my head starting to clear. "Oh no." I shook my head in warning. "You had a choice. You just made the wrong one. And that is going to cost you, a lot." A new rage seemed to find me, devour me whole. I held my left hand up and violently tugged at my ring finger, throwing the rings onto the glass mirror, harshly, until they landed, broken, in a small pile, in the trash can. The mirror cracked loudly, and I saw our reflection in the cracked mirror. Just what our marriage was. I smiled, cynically, and then looked at him one last time, before walking out.

I walked down the white hallways filled with the smell of bleach and chlorine. The lights above were too bright, too luminescent. I can't think. I can't look straight. I can't breathe. Everything was blurry. I touched my cheeks and felt tears cascade down to my chin. My steps faltered. My heart wouldn't stop beating out of my chest. "I'm sorry Nouran." She had looked at me sadly, eyes filled with emptiness. No, no, no. What am I going to do? What am I going to tell him? Him. Izhar. I can't breathe.... Allah. •|#1 in Spiritual on February 20th, 2016 // March 26th, 2016 // May 20th, 2016 // June 25th, 2016 // July 3rd, 2016 // July 13th, 2016 // July 28th, 2016 // August 2nd, 2016 // August 13th, 2016 // December 28th, 2016 // January 21st, 2017 // January 27th, 2017 // March 23rd, 2017|• ||1 million reads as of May 12th, 2017|| ||2 million reads as of September 15th, 2018|| ||3 million reads as of July 15th, 2020|| ||A Wattpad Featured Story as of August 11th, 2017|| ||100K votes as of February 20th, 2018||

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Rich Badass Party Girl. That's what most people think of Candy Jimenez. Little do they know there's more to her than meets the eye. Candy is nothing more than your average girl with a passion for her little brother and Call of Duty. She puts on a facade for her fellow classmates, showing them what they want to see and so far everything is going according to plan. Until Jay Hayes transfers to her school. Jay is the rival school's male version of Candy and with him comes a load of rumors, drama, and surprises... for example, the sexy older brother of his who happens to be Candy's history teacher. © All Rights Reserved

Seventeen-year old Troy Sanders' life couldn't be any worse; his science project was a total failure, his French assignment long overdue, he got kicked off the football team after barely making the starting squad, high school queen Bella Evans hates his gut, and as if all those weren't enough, big time bully Roy Henderson was out hunting for him. Everything finally seemed to be looking up for him when he discovered that he came from a long line of wizards and that he was next in the family to master the powerful art. But as he was soon to learn, there was more to that than meets the eye. Now that summer has arrived, Troy gets to go to the prestigious Firewalt School of Magic and learn what it means to be a wizard. But does he really have what it takes to walk in his father's footsteps, make the right friends, and become the wizard everyone expects him to be? Book 1 in the 'Troy Sanders' trilogy books This is a sample. For the full and complete book, go to Dreame using the Dreame link in the ABOUT section of my profile, or search the title at the Dreame website. Audiobook also available on Wehear for your listening pleasure

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