Olivia Pressman, the billionaire president of The Morrison Group, had sworn off love after her husband's betrayal with her best friend. But her life takes an unexpected twist when she's spellbound by Julian Moyes, her fresh-out-of-jail neighbor seeking a fresh start. When Julian comes to Olivia's rescue, a fiery desire to protect her ignites. Against all odds, their connection deepens, leading to an unexpected pregnancy and a joyful marriage. Yet, marriage isn't all roses, and happiness carries a price tag that tests Olivia's resilience. Join Olivia in this unconventional journey as she navigates her second shot at love with a younger husband and two kids. Will their love weather the storms ahead, or will it shatter under pressure?

"Walk," he commands, his voice a menacing whisper in my ear. My legs wobble as I obey, taking hesitant steps. Then, he adds another command, his tone chilling. "And bend over for me." My legs shake as I comply, fear gripping me tighter than any physical restraint. I dare not protest or voice my feelings; my fear of him outweighs everything, even my own dignity. In the mirror's reflection, I watch as Prince Cone begins to undress himself with the same air of authority that has marked his every action since our unfortunate encounter. First, he removes his top, revealing a well-defined chest, then his shirt, exposing the taut muscles beneath, and finally his pants, leaving him bare in all his intimidating glory. My breath hitches as he strides toward me, his grip on my hips unyielding as he forcefully rips away my panties. He positions me, pulling me closer to him, preparing to claim me as his own. Our eyes meet through the mirror, and there's no warmth in his gaze, no sign of empathy or connection. He simply grasps the tail of my braided hair and yanks it back, causing my neck to arch painfully. "This is going to hurt," he warns, his voice devoid of tenderness, as if bracing me for the inevitable. "You better remain still." With a swift, merciless thrust, he enters me, tearing through my defenses and causing me to cry out in searing pain. My body tenses, and the tears I'd been holding back stream down my cheeks, my voice a trembling whisper. … … Clarissa, an Omega she-wolf, was forced into a loveless marriage with a cruel prince from a powerful kingdom due to the whims of fate. The prince, believing her to be nothing more than a weak and foolish she-wolf, subjected Clarissa to relentless maltreatment. Tired of enduring his abuse, Clarissa mustered the strength to fight back, ultimately rejecting the prince as her mate. But destiny is a complex tapestry. Clarissa's world takes an unexpected turn when she discovers the existence of a second-chance mate – the prince's older brother. Now faced with a life-altering choice, Clarissa must decide whether to cast aside the scars of her past and embrace the hope of a new love or continue on a path of self-discovery and freedom, which beckons her with its siren call. The decision looms, and Clarissa stands at a crossroads, her heart torn between two diverging paths. What choices will she make?

I turn my head around to find Adonis still in his spot and playing with something like a bunch of keys in his hand. He's still staring at me, a sullen look on his face that isn't new to me anymore. Or have I just been misinterpreting his unreadable expression? Most of the time, he looks like a bull to me. By the way, I'm confused. I don't know what makes him stare at me so much. Is the mate pull working on him now after all the denial? Idiot. I should teach him a lesson. I turn my head to Cody, wearing what I hope will look like a sweet smile on my face, "Do you mind. . . dancing with me?" "Of course!" I feel him holding my waist and pulling me to himself instantly. His eyes are a darker shade of brown, they're beautiful but not attractive to me. We dance slowly to the gentle tune of the music until my legs begin to feel like crackers. I've sneaked a couple of looks at the spot where Adonis was seated a while ago, but he doesn't return, the spot is still empty. I didn't notice which direction he went to, it seems like he already left. All my showoff for nothing. I excuse myself from Cody Landon and I don't know why I suddenly feel like the party doesn't excite me anymore. I walk through spaces between bodies of dancing betas and omegas, my eyes searching for Sandra. I see her faraway busy with Lucas near the backdoor so I decided to return to my room alone. At least I was able to have fun and danced to my fullest. My body feels sore all over. That's my life for you. It's hard to do ordinary daily activities so things like parties that may appear normal for other werwolves can drain me so quickly. Walking out the hall to the clinic block, I'm forcefully stopped by a tight grip around my wrist, his strong intoxicating smell embracing me even before I turn my head. Under the civil twilight, Adonis watch me with eyes glowing dark green with specks of grey. He twist me around and put a firm hold on both my wrists, and I begin to pant with my back against him. My heartbeat is accelerating. His hands slowly pack away my hair to one side of my shoulder. I feel his hot breath on the back of my neck as he brings his mouth to my ear. "Mine." He growls so deeply, making the hair on my neck to stand still in reaction. His touch is electrifying. But I don't allow myself to get swayed by his change of attitude. Instead, I'm suspicious, why is he finally acknowledging me as his Mate? Is it because he couldn't help but feel jealous that his Mate danced in the arms of another man-wolf? >>>>> Read Wendy’s story.