SugaryWinter

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An accidental marriage. A drunken mistake, or a premeditated plan for revenge? Amaria doesn’t know what to make of her new situation, and due to unforeseen circumstances, she is trapped.

Forced to accept her fate until the time is right, a typically reserved executive finds herself at a crossroad between following logic, and giving in to her bleeding heart. The man she calls her husband does not make it easy for her either, but however she decides to look at it, she reaches the same conclusion. A conclusion that breaks her heart.

As for him? Well, it’s up to him to decide what he’ll do with this new mess he’s stuck in, and whether he'll pursue a happy future with his wife rather than let her go as he had once upon a time. 

[WARNING: the male and female lead in this story have a complicated relationship with oftentimes toxic elements. The second volume of this story will see to their personal growth as they learn what it means to be in healthy relationships.]

The Playboy CEO

(Trigger warning, mentions of SA and disturbing dialogue ahead)

My jaw was buried within the crust of the earth as I stared wide eyed at Delilah, who gulped back the whiskey in her glass and set it down with the smooth ease of a ruthless woman who's not even the least bit fazed about holding a gun.

I was going to throw up. My stomach was in knots while my pan fried brain tried to catch up with everything that's just happened.

Katarina groped me. She— holy shit, she killed someone.

"Andreya." Bersan didn't look worried about Delilah holding up a gun at him. He simply looked her up and down, puffed on his cigar, and grinned. "You have grown."

"Do you like what you see?" Her blonde hair fell to the side. At that moment a few more large men walked into the room, one so pale he reminds me of a spectre and I faintly recognise him as Russian. He takes in Delilah with hard eyes, jaw setting in discontent at the sight of her.

The Letter M (4)