CELINE:The Sheikh Dessert Bride
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**One night of betrayal. One night of passion. A lifetime of consequences.**
Celine was always the shadow-the reliable twin who worked while her sister, Celeste, basked in the spotlight. But when she finds her boyfriend of five months in her sister's bed, the shadow finally snaps. A reckless night at a dive bar with a hazel-eyed stranger was supposed to be her escape, a way to forget the people who saw her as a spare part.
But the stranger wasn't just a face in the crowd. He was **Idris Al-Miraj**, the billionaire Sheikh and the owner of the very hotel where Celine works.
When her parents attempt to sell her into a sacrificial marriage to save the family's reputation, Celine finds herself hunted by her past and trapped by her future. Idris doesn't just want her back in his bed; he wants to own every brick of the wall she's built around her heart.
Jobless, homeless, and backed into a corner by a family that only needs her when they can use her, Celine prepares to run again. But Idris has other plans. He doesn't want her to run. He doesn't even want her to surrender.
He wants her to fight back.
**"Use me,"** he says.
In a world where power is the only currency, Celine must decide if the man who dismantled her life is her greatest enemy-or the only weapon she has left.
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Chapter 2
The bedroom door creaked under Celine's grip, but rage fueled her shove. It flew open, revealing the nightmare in stark detail: Jamal, her rock of five months, buck naked and frozen mid-thrust atop Celeste. Her identical twin-same full lips, same hourglass figure sprawled wantonly across the sheets Celine had picked out last month. The air reeked of sweat, cheap whiskey, and betrayal, the mattress still bouncing faintly from their rhythm.They saw her in the same heartbeat. Jamal yanked free with a guilty yelp, his body glistening under the harsh lamp light. "Celine! Baby, oh shit-wait!" He tumbled off the bed, hands flailing for cover. Celeste bolted upright, snatching the comforter to shield her flushed breasts, then darted behind him, eyes wide with crocodile tears.Celine thrust up a hand, palm out like a stop sign. "Don't." Her voice cracked the air, low and lethal. She just... sighed then, a long exhale that carried the weight of shattered trust. Looked at Jamal's flushed face, his half-hearted attempt at innocence. Then at Celeste, hiding like the coward she was. Not shocked, not truly. Celeste had been poaching since they were teens-dolls, dates, Daddy's attention. Twins shared everything, right? But this crossed every line."You're pathetic," Celine said flatly to Jamal, crossing her arms over her rumpled uniform. "So tell me-how long has this been going on?"Jamal's mouth worked like a fish. "I-It just happened! Tonight! Swear-"Her hand shot up again, silencing him. Her gaze drifted to the nightstand, where an empty whiskey bottle lolled accusingly, label peeling. Perfect. She lunged, fingers wrapping its cool neck, lifting it like a baseball bat. Jamal's eyes bugged out. "Celine, what the hell are you planning to do with that?"She twirled it slowly, glass glinting. "It depends on how fast you start answering my questions. And stop stammering like an idiot, Jamal. It's embarrassing."Celeste whimpered from her hiding spot, clutching the bedspread so tight her knuckles whitened. This wasn't her mousy sister, the one who'd cry over spilled milk and forgive thefts with hugs. Celeste edged sideways, aiming for the door. "Celine, honey, let's talk this out..."Celine's head snapped around, eyes blazing. "If you move one inch, Celeste, I start with you." The threat hung heavy, laced with a frightening calm. Celeste froze, breath hitching, bedspread trembling against her skin.Celine pivoted back to Jamal, bottle tapping her palm rhythmically. "When. Did. It. Start?"He backed up a step, hands raised. "It... it... uh... b-before..."Her temper flared. "Do you want me to hit you with this before you answer properly? I'm this close to exploding-give me a reason not to."Jamal deflated, shoulders slumping. The room pulsed with tension-their heavy breathing, the distant hum of city traffic, Celine's heartbeat thundering in her ears. "Okay, fine! It was before we met. Months ago, I swear."Celine barked a harsh "Ha!"-a bitter laugh that echoed off the walls. "Before we met? So you thought you'd keep two women on a string. Sisters, too? Classy." Revulsion curled her lip as she raked her gaze over Celeste's pitiful form.Celeste couldn't stay quiet, peeking out with venom. "Don't act all high and mighty! He met me first, Celine. I'm the one he loves. You're just the side piece-the mistress who stole my man!"The bottle whipped up in Celine's fist, arcing high. Jamal and Celeste recoiled as one, scrambling backward. Their feet tangled in the sweaty sheets and discarded clothes-Jamal's jeans, Celeste's thong. They slipped, flailing. Jamal's towel, the pathetic scrap he'd snatched for modesty, unraveled completely, puddling at his ankles.He stood there, utterly exposed. Celine's swing halted midair. Her eyes dropped, locking on the sight. A tremor ran through her arm, bottle quivering.They braced-Jamal curling defensively, Celeste shrieking. Tears? Breakdown? But then... a chuckle escaped Celine's lips. Soft at first, then building, shaking her frame. Laughter poured out, wild and unrestrained.
She reined in the laughter, wiping streaming tears with her sleeve, the whiskey bottle heavy in her other fist. Her sides ached, but the glee sharpened into a blade. "Seriously? You strut around calling yourself a man?" Eyes locked on his groin, merciless. "Then explain that pencil dick between your legs. No wonder you were so desperate to dip it elsewhere-good thing we never bothered. I'd have laughed then, too."Jamal's humiliation crashed over him like ice water. He shot a horrified glance downward at the tiny, shriveled nub-exposed, ridiculous under the unforgiving bulb. Five months of her "not ready" excuses, candlelit makeouts fizzling to cuddles... now it clicked. She snatched his boxers from the floor pile, jamming them on with trembling hands, fabric bunching awkwardly. His ego shriveled further-if that was possible.Celine pivoted to Celeste, whose face blazed beet-red, comforter slipping as she squirmed. "And you-moaning like a banshee for that? How'd the pencil satisfy you, sis? Microscopic thrusts?"Celeste's mouth flapped. "Shut your mouth! You're jealous because he chose me. It's not small-"Celine snorted, circling them like a shark. "Too damn small. A cocktail weenie in a drought. Were you faking those screams for his fragile pride? Or just practicing for the disappointment?"Jamal hunched, voice cracking. "Celine, stop-please. It was a mistake.""Mistake?" She laughed again, throaty and free. "Your whole game's the mistake. Parading that twig like a prize. Celeste deserves the pity fuck."Celeste lunged verbally. "He loves me! You've been stringing him along-no sex, no nothing. Tease!""Tease?" Celine's eyes flashed. "Dodged a bullet. Imagine the letdown-five seconds of nothing. Get out. Both of you. My apartment, my rules."Jamal straightened, bravado flickering. "Why evict me? We built this-""My lease, my blood-sweat tips from the hotel,*" she snarled. "Sacrifice my home for a pencil and a traitor? Dream on."She tossed the bottle aside-it clunked harmlessly-and strode out. Jamal grabbed for her arm-"Celine, talk to me!"-barefoot on slick hardwood. His heel caught a stray thong; he windmilled, then plummeted down the five stairs to the living room. Thud-crash-thud, curses echoing, body folding like a cheap suit.Celine paused at the door, pulse thundering. Break your neck, pencil dick. Or at least your pride. No pity. She slammed it shut, night air slapping her face-freedom's first breath. Fumbling her phone (Alicia's pic grinning back), she hit call. "Girl, O'Malley's Bar. Stat. Tequila and trauma dump-Jamal's a cheating micro-dick, Celeste the thief."
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7.1
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"I hate you, Asher. I hate you with every cell in my body!" I seethed through my teeth, but his grin only grew wider.
"We both know that you are lying..." His fingers moved to my chest, slowly making their way over my breasts, searching for my nipple. "Your whole body can't survive without me."
***
Scarlett's holy union to Asher, the feared king of the Forgotten Lands, was meant to unite kingdoms but behind closed doors, her marriage becomes a prison. Asher wants an heir, a throne, and revenge against the family that once ruled over him. Scarlett is only the means to an end.
Caught between a husband who breaks her body yet craves her soul, and a trusted friend whose loyalty hides a thirst for power, Scarlett learns that love in the Crystal Peaks is never gentle. It is claimed, twisted, and betrayed.
As war brews, dark magic awakens, and an enemy long thought dead returns, Scarlett must decide who she truly belongs to... and how much of herself she's willing to lose to survive.
Because in a world ruled by monsters, the most dangerous thing a woman can be is loved.
Book 3 of The Lycan King Series.
7.9
He tilted her chin up, his touch deceptively gentle.
"You're trembling," he whispered, brushing his thumb over her lips, slow enough to make her shiver.
"Is it fear..." His gaze lingered on her mouth. "Or me?"
Her pulse stuttered, betraying her. He was too close, and her body didn't seem to remember which feeling came first, terror or desire.
****
Elena Castellano never thought her father would trade her freedom to keep her safe. But after a violent attack changes everything, she is forced to marry the one man she has every reason to be afraid of, Stefano Bernardo, the ruthless heir to one of Milan's most dangerous families.
To the world, it's a union between two powerful families.
To Stefano, it's the sweetest revenge.
Stuck in a marriage built on deceit and danger, Elena must fight not only for her freedom but also for her life, because Stefano's revenge runs deeper than she ever imagined.
And if she truly wants to live, she must face the truth: the real danger isn't her husband's revenge; it's falling for him.
He married her to destroy her family.
But she might become the death of him - literally.
8.2
For three years, I scrubbed tables as a "wolfless runt," hiding my identity as the Lycan King's daughter.
It was a test for my fiancé, Alpha Connor. I wanted to see if he loved the girl, or just the crown.
He failed spectacularly tonight.
His mistress, Jaden, deliberately knocked a tray of drinks onto me during the dinner rush.
The liquid wasn't alcohol. It was concentrated silver.
My flesh hissed and bubbled as the poison ate through my skin, blocking any ability to heal.
I fell to the floor, clutching my melting hand, while Jaden faked tears and claimed I attacked her.
When Connor finally answered the video call, he saw my mangled hand. He smelled the burning flesh. He knew it was silver.
But he didn't help me.
He looked at his watch, annoyed that I was interrupting his business meeting with investors.
"Apologize to Jaden," he ordered, using his Alpha Command to crush me into submission.
"On your knees. Now."
The pain was blinding, but the betrayal cut deeper. He was forcing his Fated Mate to bow to the woman who tried to maim her.
My knees bent under the pressure, but my Royal blood refused to break.
I looked straight into the camera lens.
"No," I whispered.
I reached into my apron, bypassing the notepad, and pulled out a black satellite phone I hadn't touched in years.
"Code Black," I said to the King on the other end. "Send the Guard."
Connor thought he was disciplining a waitress.
He didn't know he just declared war on the Royal Family.
8.8
"I loved you with all my heart, but you betrayed me, cheating with me on her? Really?" Vionne Wallace said bitterly to her husband.
"Sign it! We are getting a divorce, I've come to realize Nora is the one for me. You can't even bore a child, barren woman." He said sharply, his void devoid of emotions
He could tell it all, he was in love with Nora, my own step sister.
Lene Wallace, was a fashion designer and also business administrator, she got married to the love of her life, Harrison Worthington
Just after 3 years of marriage, she couldn't give birth and the marriage started crashing, he cheated on her with Nora.
With a broken heart, she drank to stupor and had a one night stand with a powerful billionaire.
When her father found out, he was in support of Harrison and Nora, while he disowned her, giving everything he had to Nora.
She found out there was more to the one night stand man, when they met again.
He was her father's best friend
The one night stand was not just powerful, he had a connecting relationship with her father and her ex husband, he will get married to her and help her defeat them.
Will they come to fall in love? Or will she go back to her ex husband after this?
7.6
I was the Chicago Outfit's princess, and Luca and Matteo were my sworn protectors. We had mixed our blood at ten years old, promising that nothing would ever touch me.
But that oath turned to ash the night Sofia Ricci aimed a Roman candle at my chest.
The firework slammed into my shoulder, igniting my silk dress instantly. As I rolled on the concrete, screaming while the flames ate into my skin, I waited for my boys to save me.
They didn't.
Instead, I watched through the smoke as they rushed to Sofia. They wrapped their jackets—the ones meant to shield me—around the girl who had just set me on fire, comforting her because the "kickback" had scared her.
They let me burn to keep her warm.
When I woke up in the hospital with permanent scars, they brought me a letter of apology from her and defended her "accident." They even cut their palms to pay her debt, ignoring the fact that I was the one in bandages.
That was the moment Elena Vitiello died.
I didn't scream. I didn't beg. I simply packed my bags and defected to the one place they couldn't follow: the arms of Dante Moretti, the lethal Capo of New York.
By the time they realized their mistake and came crawling back to beg in the rain, I was already wearing another man's ring.
"You want forgiveness?" I asked, looking down at them.
"Burn for it."
9.3
I am Cipher, an elite operative, but the world knows me as Evita Peck-the mute, illegitimate liability of a powerful political dynasty. To protect my sister and maintain my cover, I played the role of a fragile, broken doll, enduring my stepmother's abuse in silence.
Everything shattered at a high-stakes gala when my stepmother forced a drugged cocktail down my throat to sell me to a wealthy donor for campaign funds. Fighting the chemical haze, I fled to a restricted suite and collapsed into the arms of the one man I should have avoided: Jedidiah Stone, the paralyzed, reclusive "Broken King."
The drug stripped away my control, leading to a night of desperate passion with the man who was my family's greatest enemy. I escaped at dawn, but I accidentally left behind a bloodstain on his sheets and fled with a classified data chip hidden in his jacket, marking me as a target for the most dangerous security force in the city.
When I returned home, my mother slapped me for the "failed" deal and immediately announced I was being sold into a marriage alliance with the Stone family. Before I could process the horror, Julian Kensington-Jedidiah's deadliest rival-publicly claimed me as his secret fiancée, turning me into a pawn in their brutal corporate war.
I was trapped in a deadly tug-of-war between a man who wanted to use me as a shield and a man who was hunting for the "spy" who had breached his bed. I didn't know how much longer I could play the mute victim while the two most powerful men in the country fought to possess me.
The game reached a breaking point when Jedidiah invoked a "hostile asset acquisition" clause to legally force me to marry him instead of his cousin. Now, I am moving into the Stone estate, realizing that the man I am about to marry is the same man who has sworn to break the very woman I truly am.