Isabella Anderson

Her name was Brisa Dorsey. She was overjoyed at the upcoming marriage with her boyfriend, who she had been in love with for years. But just before they were to apply for their marriage license, she found out that her boyfriend had an affair with Brisa's stepsister. In a fit of anger, Brisa decided to pay a man to have sex with her. Drunk as a skunk, Brisa shouted orders to the owner of the club she went to that night, wanting to have sex with him. And when she woke up the next day, she found that everyone was calling her "Mrs. Johns". Shocked, Brisa found out she had got married! To whom? The terrifying "Cold-Face King" in New York, who was the head of the Johns family as well as the Johns Group! But rumor had it that he never hang out with women. Didn't he like men? Sure enough, those rumors were all just rumors...

Alpha in Color

They say war is hell, but, darling, true

hell begins when the battle ends and you're

the only one whose hands still drip red.

- the real war rages in your heart; it always has . j.s.

The door is closed in front of me, blocking my access, but it's not the wood that prevents me from entering. My forehead leans forward, pressing against the frame as I take in the sound.

Maybe he had a pillow pressed to his cheek, but I knew better.

Judging but the layer of skin I had seen him wear this morning, it was probably bloody knuckles that were clenched down tight in his teeth while he cried.

The knob stares in front of me, waiting.

Chapter .45.