#1 in romance genre (1stJan - 8th Jan.) ( Again placed #1 in romance in Feb) Aaron got up from his seat and walked round the table towards her while she was still sitting as if glued to that seat. He bent towards her, his one hand on the table and with the other he held her chin so that their eyes were at level.. "Listen to me very clearly, Mrs Livia Aaron Rodriguez, you are my wife now. So you can only think of me, talk to me, smile at me, look at me and be around me only. You will do what I say." "I am not your slave." Ignoring her protest he continued,"And if you are feeling very needy and if you want to sleep with a man so much then don't worry just come to me and I promise you, I'll give you the best physical pleasure in this world. Afterall I'm quite experienced in this physical pleasure department." "Bastard!" she slapped his hand away but Aaron caught her mouth and kissed her hard... ____________ A cold and arrogantly ruthless CEO by day and a playboy by night, was how newspapers and magazines always portrayed the young billionaire Aaron Rodriguez but how much of truth did these rumours held? Was he really that kind of person as the rumours called or was there a different shade of him? Livia was going to find out soon... ______________ 18 Oct '19 - 12 Dec' 19 Word count : 34950-35000 approx. *** This is my first work and I hope you'll like it 😊 Do vote and comment because your support matters a lot. 👉 The work is unedited. So read at your own risk. If you find a mistake I hope you'll be able to either ignore it or point it out very politely. You can also check out my other book. Hopefully you'll like it too. ❤️

"You should have told me before that you weren't interested in me" I yelled at my so called husband Samad. Tears were rolling down my cheeks. "Jawariyah please try to understand" Samad said but this time I won't. "From two years only I am trying to understand..... Only I am the one who's compromising... Why not you?" I questioned him. I know I was the one who was being harsh this time but that's enough. "Jawariyah.. You are not the only one who's compromising..." He yelled as his jaws clinched and he pulled me closer.. Closer to his body.. His chest... His heart.. *********************************** They both are married to each other but are totally diff: She's sweet, kind, beautiful, caring and afraid.. Afraid of anger afraid of loneliness... Scared of darkness... and most importantly she's weak! She can't stand up fo herself. He's arrogant, rude, angry, bitter, a psychopathic lover... He's all what she hated.. He's rich.. He's handsome.. If you're looking for sweet romance this is not it. Mistakes.. Misunderstandings.. Miseries.. All these three words would shatter their life.. Their love.

She's been engaged to him since... for ever.... then..... her life turns upside down.... she was fatherless.... then she had a step father... then she was attacked... then... she was married.... to her fiance's brother!!!.... What the Hell???!!! DISCLAIMER/CONFESSION:- This story is based on one I had read somewhere some 10 years ago. I do not remember the exact storyline, but the plot was similar. It's been one of my favourite. I tried to revive the story in my own way. Moreover, since this is the first story I published publicly, I merely wanted to test the waters to see if I can step in this field. The intense positive response I received overwhelmed me and at the same time, made me feel guilty. That's why this DISCLAIMER! I wish I could get access to the original work. So... all copyrights belong to the original author and then to me. I would not want a third person trampling with this story. I hope I do not deserve any criminal lawsuits.... I would like to thank one of my readers for helping me recall the original author. She informed me that It's Maryam Aziz and the story was titled "Ye dilon ke rishtey". It was published in urdu language in a local monthly digest. A huge applause to the writer and heartfelt gratitude to the friend who messaged me about this. Jazaka Allahu Khair! Best Ranks:- #11 in Spiritual @ 27th August, 2017

Victoria aka Ria is a spoiled rich brat out to have a good time. When she pushes her luck too far she gets into trouble. This trouble leads to her arrest and the judge sentences her to house arrest but there are Special conditions due to imminent threat to her safety. The special condition's name...Dominic or better known as Nic. He is a member of the swat team and would be her bodyguard/babysitter to keep her out of trouble. Nic has a secret past that makes him more than qualified for the job.

A village woman 21 years married a city man 30 years An arranged marriage with leads to a passionated love + 18 stuff will come Two strangers become one

Sophia is a penurious, troubled girl fighting her inner demons and caging monsters, trying to run away from her past life as much as she can, however far that she can but finds every road ending with a blockage, finding every path with a stop sign and nothing but dead ends. Not giving up and still pushing all of her energy to make ends meet, she doesn't give up until her life takes a turn and that too when the well known, owner of the prestigious Italian Mafia's mob boss takes a glance at her, his heart never allowing his eyes to misalign once they have settled on her. On the other hand, his life is fucked up, messed up, ruined to ashes but he is still living and is the king. He knows when to shut down his emotions, when to snap, when to hold things under control and when to wage highly successful wars. He doesn't believe in love or happiness and vows to die alone. But will he be able to complete this vow of his when he sees a set of pure electrifying blue eyes which make him completely stop on his way. And not stop him only, but his goddamn stubborn heart. What will be the fate of Ashton Romanno? This story is mine and solely mine and I wouldn't allow anyone to copy my work. If you do, I will take legal action against you. And warning, there are scenes of rape and torture. ALL THE PICTURES I USE ARE NOT AT ALL MINE. MY INSPIRATION FOR ASHTON ROMANNO IS DUSAN SUSNJAR. I REPEAT.....THEY ARE NOT MINE, I DO NOT OWN ANY KIND OF PICTURE, THEY ARE SOLELY HIS AND HIS ALONE.

With a relationship based on only pure competition and scorching hot sex, two doms will change the world of BDSM to a much darker, sexier place to be. [Not for the faint hearted! 18 and older please!]

Julie Cole was told he was a good soul, an obedient son, and a kind human. Though she knew marrying to get out of trouble is not something her dad would have approved but in the end, it was her father's family she was going to secure. Letting out a cold sigh she looked at the boy who lived in front of her apartment getting into his Toyota Carolla. He was never going to love her. He had made it clear five years ago when Julie confessed her feelings to him on her 18th birthday. Looking at the stone adorning her finger she told herself "I am someone's now". And she would be lying if she says Matteo isn't on her mind nowadays...the man who owned a trading company and was renowned for his honesty. The man she was going to marry in front of God and this whole world. She was always a hard believer and knew that God always chose the best for her. Matteo De Lucca is a well-known name in the whole of Europe, Asia, and Central America. For the last seven years, he was in the world's top 20 richest men. He has an image to keep and known for his donations and discipline. Little does anyone know he is made to function as indifferent, insensitive, narcissist, and sexist...only the group of people closest to him know that he has insatiable greed for money, power, and sex. Strictly in the same order. Whatever donations he ever made were his subsidiary units somehow. There is nothing more important to him than his money. And when the richest heiress in his circle who doesn't have any problem with his ways around life proposed a marriage he didn't blink to accept. But one named changed everything. Julie Cole...his father's personal maid in the states. ***** The story has a non cliché character. Matteo is like any other corporate villian. You are going to hate this character like never before. He only thinks about himself and what will interest you more is the fact that despite being super rich he cares a lot about money and connections.

I stare at him horrified. it couldn't happen my life was already ruined, and I don't want it to be ruined any further. No! It can't happen! I screamed in my head and clutched my head with both of my hands. "No. I don't want this" I whisper shaking visibly. "Adiba... please calm down... listen I want to tell you something.. just calm down" he tried to calm me down in a very gentle voice but how can I? did he forget what he did to me? if he then I will remind him. I look up at him and wipe my tears furiously and clean my face. sighing I said. "I want to abort" I exclaimed and his gentle face turned into his usually angry face. "What the f*ck did you say?" he yelled and take step toward me. but I didn't flinch this time and matched his angry face with mine. "I said I want to abort this sinful thing!" I screamed at top of my lungs. "Shut the fu*k up, Adiba! this is not a thing and not sinful at all" he screamed back grabbing my both arms. and I gave him hateful glared "It is! did you forget you RAPE me!" I screamed and he suddenly left my arms and hurt made its way to his eyes. "Did you forget you RAPE a married woman" I yelled grabbing his collar. "I didn't! But still, it's not a sinful thing Adiba... it's our... It's our halal child... Your my.. my WIFE Adiba!" He said his voice cracking and a lone tear escaped his eyes and I was staring at him like he lost his mind. How can I be his wife? I am already married to someone else. ****** #1 in emotional. 15/10/2020 #2 in emotional. 18/10/2020 #1 in obsession 11/03/2021 #1 in Muslim 11/03/2021

"I'll treat you like my homework. Just slam you on the table and do you all night", he whispered in my ear. His settle stubble and cheek bones brushed against my cheek, as he moved away. I rolled my eyes and pushed passed him when an arm abruptly pulled my waist. The next thing I remember was me on top of him, at the couch. I hissed as the stitches on my chest pulled hard on his action. What the... He pushed the hair strand behind my ear as I felt his drunk breath drilling my nose. His eyes bloodshot red and sad, "You're so fucking beautiful", he whispered as a tear rolled down his eye, "My brother is the luckiest man to have you", he sobbed and passed out.