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Sahara Akbar is a happy-go-lucky, naïve 19 year old Muslim girl, raised with high morals and ethics. She tries her best every single day to practice her religion as well as she can in order to reach the highest form of her spiritual life. But there are times she gets sidetracked, like when she gets late for Nama'az because she spends too much time watching Netflix or when she sees a random cute guy on the streets and falls in "love". Hey, I said she tries, I didn't say she was perfect. Damian Visiliev is a tatted up ruthless, arrogant, cold-hearted billionaire, who could care less about religion. All he cares about is W.W.S: Wealth. Women. Sex. Settling down and getting married is something that doesn't exist in his life. Period. In fact, he despises the idea of spending a lifetime with one person because he doesn't believe in the idea of loving one person for the rest of one's life. But what happens when you throw two polar opposites into each other's world? In fact, how does a Muslim girl, who's trying hard to be a good Muslim and a Russian businessman, who doesn't give a damn about anything even end up intertwined in each other's worlds? Will there be forbidden desire that stirs between them? Well, I guess you're about to find out. Join the journey full of romance, drama, heartbreaks, and mysteries. **YOU DONT HAVE TO BE A MUSLIM TO READ THIS** Cover by: Me, Myself, and I!

"dad i cant do this its not right just leave me alone please i beg you please please daddy don't not again please..." I cried in pain begging for him to stop "Ill do whatever i want you ungrateful little brat" he snarled He hurt me mentally, physically and emotionally just as he was about to leave he turns to face me presses his finger to my lips " don't say a word..." ...

Out with the old, in with the new... After sorting out their issues, the story of Vincent Milano and Cheyenne Copeland continues four years later when a provocative new arrival causes problems in their relationship. - - - "Come on, Cheyenne, you know he can't touch you like I can," he growled in my ear before he grazed his knuckles along my side. I fidgeted as his strong arm kept me locked tightly against him. I couldn't move without him allowing me to. "Grandpa's lost his touch," he snickered at his own comment, "but I haven't." I could hear the smirk in his voice as he invaded my panties and tortured me with his digits. I tried to fight the noises that came out of me, but my body betrayed me. (The Sequel to The Older Man) (This story is not edited yet. There will be typos and errors.)