Veronica Partley

The very day she came back into her home country, she heard the most absurd news. "Your sister is getting married with Mr. Stephenson".
"What did you say?" She couldn't believe it. At the engagement party, she was shocked to see her sister getting engaged to her fiancé.
"Daniel, remember this, I dumped you! Did you hear that? I dumped you, not the other way round."
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Who could have guessed that after being betrayed by her fiancé and sister and being labelled as a home wrecker, someone would still want to marry her?
"Don't you want to get revenge on your fiancé for what he did?" Nathan Clemon asked Hilda.
"What has that got to do with you?" She snapped back.
"It has got everything to do with me. I am the only person who could help you achieve that whiles giving you the happiness that any woman would wish in this world."

Randy, the Crown Prince has secretly been crushing on his child hood friend, Desmond which he knows very well as him being insane.
But what happens when Desmond who is totally drunk chooses him as his admirer when in a truth or dare game, he is dared to kiss someone of the same sex...
It started with a kiss and ended with a steamy night..
The next day, Desmond in regret curses at the Crown Prince and calls him 'gay' for taking advantage of him, who was drunk...
What happens when the Crown Prince vows to make Desmond's life a living hell for the curses he threw at him and for calling him 'gay' even though he is secretly in love with him?

I was hanging on the edge of a cliff, watching my husband shove his tongue into my best friend's mouth while I screamed for help.
"Watch, Serena," Ethan sneered, unzipping his pants right at the edge of the cliff. I watched in horror as Lila knelt down, despicably swallowing his genitals, while my hands, gripping the rocks, slipped away.
"Die with the realization that you're never good enough," he groaned, kicking my hands away as he climaxed.
I screamed and fell… then woke up soaking wet in bed, gasping for breath, my body trembling from a hallucinatory orgasm of fear and rage.
It was the morning of the wedding. I was alive.
I needed to erase his touch. I needed a new partner.
I went to Lucien. I didn't give him the business documents he wanted. I gave him my body.
“Let me forget him,” I pleaded, straddling Lucien’s leather chair.
He didn’t hesitate. He ripped open my panties, his huge fingers plunging directly into my burning desire.
“After I’m done with you,” he growled against my lips, “you won’t even remember his name.” He pounded into me violently, hard and fast, each wet slap proclaiming his possession of my second life.