Alpha Christian

Georgina loses her job, her only means of survival due to distraction in her workplace from the offers her a job and an education but to get this, he demands for her V-card. Georgina, being a modest girl, is reluctant to give him what he wants, but when she thinks of going back to her poor status which he threatens of if she doesn't comply with him. She gives him and he assures her it's only for once, she determines deep inside her not to have anything to do with the Lord as he is a married man. What will she do when she discovers that after giving him her innocence, she becomes open to a new world of unbreakable emotional connection with him and he also gets extremely obsessed with her? What about his wife? What will happen to both of them in the end?

Chapters

Chapter 4

Georgina's POV

The guides at the airport direct me towards the plane. "Are you Miss Georgina?" One of the officials asked me as I approached the plane's stance.

"Yes, I am."

"You're welcome to the Asark Airport, I believe you're ready to make your flight to Asark." I nod. "We wish you a wonderful experience." He smiles at me and I return a warm smile. A man from among them guides me through the stairs of the plane, I hold the railings as I climb up. My belongings are being taken by three of them to the cargo hold.

I get filled with great expectations as I climb the stairs finally into the plane. "Wow!" I couldn't help but exclaim, the inside is so wide and long, almost everything is made of gold, the walls, seats and floor. Refrigerators and dispensers stand at the extreme corner, I glance around seeing the inscriptions of rooms in it, the bedroom, bathroom among others. This is one of the best private jets from the rough estimate of things though I've never entered a plane before now.

"You're free to use any of them," the man guiding me says, pointing to the facilities. "The Alpha personally instructed me to permit you to be in great convenience here. So you're free!"

"Thanks," I say with a slight bow. It's the Alpha I'm indirectly thanking for this kind gesture though he's not around.

He directs me into my seat. I choose to sit beside the window so I can get a proper view of the earth as we travel. I find this more adventurous than the extravagance Christian has permitted me to enjoy today right inside this plane.

Few minutes later, I hear the door of the plane close, it's time to go. "Fasten your seat belt, the flight takes off in thirteen minutes." I hear the captain announce but I can't see him, the sound system on the wall relates his instructions to me. As I can see, everything here is high-tech. I do as he says, I fasten my seat belt. I wonder if all the officials I met with would follow me on this trip or I'll just be alone with the pilot whom I can't even see, whether it's a robot in there or human captain.

I gaze out into the window all through the flight, at some point I begin to feel hungry. I feel pissed that the air hostess didn't care to bring me some snacks, then I remember that this' a private jet and all I need is at my disposal. For the first time I walked around after getting into the plane. I find myself admiring the different rooms, facilities and scenes inside the plane.

I opened it and took out a chocolate pizza and a strawberry fruit drink. These are my favorites. I walk to the extravagant bedroom with a family-sized bed. I had been permitted to use this. I sit on it, placing the drink on the small bedside table while munching my pizza, I sip my drink along with it. Finally, I was done, I only had to take the last sip of my drink then throw it into the disposer at the far corner.

I feel so exhausted, I need to rest a bit at least before the plane lands. I slide into the soft bed, "Ahhh!" I moan in pleasure as I rest my head on the soft pillow. Is this how life with money is sweet? All my life, I have been accustomed to pain and humiliation. I never realized when I fell asleep, not until the voice of the pilot enhanced by the sound system on the walls woke me up.

"Seven minutes to land, fasten your seat belt."

I hurriedly rush off from the bed, slide into my shoes and walk off to my seat where I heed to the captain's instruction. I resumed my seat near the window as I did earlier. My sleep was short but blissful, I hope to have such a good sleep again.

"The plane is descending in a few seconds." The captain announces again. My heart skips as he says this, in a few seconds I'd be on Asark and soil, and in a few more minutes or hours, I'd meet with the world's most eligible werewolf personality. I had heard that a plane descending can sometimes be more frightening than when it's taking up, this' the exact experience I got.

As the stairs of the plane are dropped down for me to descend, I get filled with high hopes of having Christian welcome me. I descend it, smiling widely. I also find officials here, but different faces from the ones I met back in Ngotu. Perhaps they work for the airport and not the Alpha.

"Welcome to Ashland pack, Asark. This is Dulles International Airport. You'd meet with the Alpha in few hours." My joy slowly slides down as one of the officials tells me this, that means that Christian isn't here at the airport. I feel a change in the atmosphere of things, that special feeling and pride I had in Ngotu, my country is gone. This' no longer Ngotu but Asark where Christian is in authority. I feel the air of his dominance sweep across me, I feel so stupid to expect a revered Alpha like him coming to welcome me at the airport as if I'm the President or a member of the celebrity class.

I get guided into a tinted black Bugatti that is parked at the car zone and we drive away with my luggage at the boot.

The car parks in front of the palace of Alpha Christian. Never have I seen a palace so massive or beautiful like his, not even in pictures and on TV. His castle, the personal one he lives in among the various buildings here is magnificent, it stands out alone among the rest. It's built with glass and steel.

"His Highness is at his home office now, I'm taking you to go see him." The man guiding me from the airport says, I quiver. "Don't be afraid but maintain your composure, give him the respect he deserves."

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For three years, Sophia Carter was the perfect wife to billionaire CEO Alexander Kingsley. She loved him quietly while he treated her like a stranger. When his first love suddenly returns, Sophia is falsely accused and thrown out of the Kingsley mansion with nothing but humiliation. The divorce shatters her heart-but it also frees her. What Alexander never knew was that Sophia was never ordinary. She was the hidden heiress of a powerful empire. Three years later, she returns-richer, stronger, and untouchable. Now the man who once discarded her is desperate to win her back. But this time, the woman he abandoned is no longer the same girl. And revenge has never looked so beautiful.

Billionaire Modern Romance

9.3

Fiancé's Betrayal at the Altar

9.3

The neon lights of the nightclub pulsed around us as Laila's bachelorette party reached its peak. I watched my best friend since childhood—my maid of honor—dancing with a group of our friends, her laughter echoing over the music. Tomorrow, I would become Mrs. Daniel King, marrying the man I'd loved for five years. "You need to hydrate, Eden," Sarah Chen, my colleague from Seattle, handed me a glass of water. "Big day tomorrow." I smiled gratefully, taking the glass. "I can't believe it's finally here." "Daniel's going to be the luckiest man alive," she said, squeezing my arm. If only she knew how my stomach fluttered at just the mention of his name. Daniel—tall, handsome, successful Daniel who had swept me off my feet during our first date at that little Italian restaurant downtown. Laila stumbled toward us, her face flushed from dancing.

Billionaire Modern Romance

9.5

When the moon sinks and the shadows are scattered horizontally and diagonally

9.5

Chapter 1 : Shadows Cast at Moonset** Seven years into their marriage, Kathleen knew her place in David’s world. To him, she was less a wife and more a convenient outlet—a bedmate for whenever the urge struck. After yet another passionless encounter, he absently nuzzled the top of her head. “If I haven’t found her by the time I turn thirty, I’ll settle down with you for good.” Kathleen knew exactly who occupied his heart: the little girl who had pulled him from the sea over twenty years before. He’d once confessed promising her, even then, that he would marry her when he grew up. For seven years, Kathleen had asked the same question—what if you never find her? For seven years, David had never answered. But tonight, she finally had the answer she’d longed for. A fragile hope fluttered in her chest, because after midnight, David would be thirty. She had thrown a lavish party at his estate on the outskirts of town. Now, in the castle’s top-floor suite, the frantic energy of their encounter had dissipated. In one hour, they would stand before that same castle, hand in hand, ready to face the future. Wincing at the soreness in her lower back, Kathleen leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his Adam’s apple, her gaze hazy with lingering desire. “Wait for me.” An hour later, she stood in a shimmering fishtail gown, a pair of matching wedding bands clutched in her palm. *After tonight*, she thought, *we can finally leave the past behind and truly begin.* But when she turned, she saw David embracing another woman. The man who was usually so aloof he rarely smiled now held a look of wild, disbelieving joy, his voice trembling. “I finally found you!” The woman wore a simple white dress, her face a portrait of innocent alarm. Kathleen stood frozen, the warmth draining from her fingertips in an instant. It was Emily, the daughter of the Jiang family’s former housekeeper. She had lived in the household with her mother since childhood. Kathleen’s father had always treated her kindly, even sponsoring her overseas studies seven years ago. Their personalities had never meshed, resulting in a relationship of consistent, cool politeness. “Mr. David,” Emily stammered, shrinking back slightly, “you… you must have the wrong person.” David released her, his fingers gently tracing the jade pendant hanging from her neck. His voice softened, as if handling a priceless treasure. “This is the token I gave you when you saved me. Why did you never come find me?” Emily looked bewildered. “I… I had a high fever after nearly drowning as a child. I lost some memories. I don’t remember who gave me this pendant.” “It was me,” David said, his eyes blazing. “I told you back then, you would be my only bride in this lifetime.” The words were a knife, plunging straight into Kathleen’s heart. Emily’s gaze, however, drifted over David’s shoulder, locking onto Kathleen. “But Mr. David, you’re already married to Ms. Kathleen.” David turned. The tenderness in his eyes vanished, replaced by the detached coolness reserved for a stranger. “I told her before we married that my heart belonged to someone else. She made her choice.” A suffocating pain seized her chest, stealing her breath. She remembered seven years ago, when the Shen and Jiang families first broached the alliance. The first time she saw David, she’d fallen for those cool, distant eyes. Even then, he had stated plainly: he was waiting for someone. He would never love her. But she, stubborn and proud, had assured him, “I can wait. If you truly find her, I’ll step aside willingly.” She’d been too young, too confident, convinced that time and closeness would work in her favor. Just last night, he had held her and murmured, “Kathleen, let’s have a proper wedding.” Cradled in his arms, her heart had raced, believing she had finally grasped the moon. Now, he was saying his heart belonged only to Emily.

Billionaire Modern Romance

9.0

My Divorce Began At The Airport

9.0

On the day of the company’s annual meeting, my husband, Holden, unexpectedly sent me on a business trip. As my plane touched down, my phone buzzed with a call from his assistant, Nori. Before I could say anything, I overheard her ask, "Holden, did you send Maren away just so you could see me?" In a voice oozing with affection, he replied, "What do you think, darling?" "Then tonight, let's spice things up. I promise you won't be disappointed..." The call ended with a flirtatious laugh. I swallowed the pain and repeatedly tried to call Holden. From being cut off to finding his phone switched off, he didn’t answer once. Resigned, I tucked my phone away, deciding from that moment on to stop caring about him. Yet later, it was Holden who pleaded with me to give him another chance to be loved. --- Standing at the blustery curb outside the airport, I dialed Holden Johnson over and over. I desperately hoped he would pick up and tell me it was all a misunderstanding, that the call had been just a silly game at the annual meeting.

Billionaire Modern Romance

7.7

Not her Biological Father

7.7

💕💕💕 She trusted him with everything. But love was never part of the plan... and neither was death. Seventeen-year-old Jessica Harts arrives at the University of Gold Coast full of dreams, brilliant, beautiful, and trusting. Andre Blake, her charming "school father," was everything she thought she needed: older, smart, respected... safe. But behind the charm and quiet smiles was something darker. Something he kept buried... until it consumed him. And what he promised himself he'd never do again happened a second time. Only this time... it couldn't be undone. Now Jess is dead. And Andre is the only one who knows the truth. The world believes it was an accident. The whispers say depression. But someone else knows better... and they're watching. But Andre? He thought his wealth would cover his tracks. He thought silence could protect him. Until Jess's older sister arrives... with questions he can't answer and eyes that saw straight through him. He was hiding something or worse lying. Secrets don't stay buried. Guilt doesn't stay silent. Was it ever love? Or something much, much darker? Not Her Biological Father is a haunting billionaire romance thriller set on the golden coast of Australia. A story about twisted desire, broken trust, and the irreversible cost of crossing the line.

Billionaire Modern Romance

7.2

Rejecting My Ruthless Billionaire Fiancé

7.2

For ten years, Aurora was abandoned by her wealthy family to rot in the countryside. When she finally returned, there was no warm welcome. The Lott family only brought her back to replace her adopted sister in an arranged marriage with Damian Yates, a notoriously violent, crippled billionaire, just to save their bankrupt company. Her grandmother mocked her as uneducated trash. Her fake sister feigned disgust at her very presence. When her biological father desperately tried to stop them from sending his daughter to her death, the family turned on him. Her grandmother struck her father across the face, kicked the three of them out of the manor into the freezing rain, and arrogantly declared they would starve on the streets by nightfall. They thought Aurora was just a helpless, pathetic hillbilly who would quietly accept being sold as livestock. They had no idea that over the past decade, she had survived the darkest corners of the world, becoming a lethal operative with unimaginable power. Standing in the cold rain, Aurora didn't shed a single tear. She calmly pulled out her encrypted phone, personally canceled the billionaire's marriage contract, and ordered her hacker to completely freeze the Lott family's accounts. "Total financial annihilation. Burn them to the ground." But as she watched her abusers' legacy crumble, a classified file arrived on her phone, revealing that the very billionaire she just rejected was tied to her mother's unsolved murder. The real hunt was just beginning.

Billionaire Modern Romance

Alpha Christian

Chapter 4

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