CELINE:The Sheikh Dessert Bride

* **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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O'Malley's Bar throbbed with Friday-night fever, a dive transformed into a neon-lit jungle. Strobe lights slashed through cigarette haze, bass-heavy hip-hop rattling the walls, the scent of spilled beer and greasy nachos hanging thick. Laughter erupted from clusters of revelers; a jukebox crooned Cardi B in the corner. Celine burst through the swinging doors at 10:15 PM, chest heaving from the sprint-walk, her hotel uniform ditched for fire-engine red crop top, ripped jeans hugging her hips, and ankle boots made for stomping hearts. Alicia spotted her instantly from their sticky booth, two salt-rimmed tequila shots gleaming like liquid gold."Over here, queen!" Alicia yelled, jumping up for a bone-crushing hug. Her braids swung as she pulled back, eyes bugging. "Bitch, you look like you wrestled a tornado. What the hell happened? Spill before I drag it out."Celine collapsed into the booth, snatching the shot. The glass chilled her palm; she tossed it back, agave fire scorching her throat, blooming warm in her belly. "Jamal," she rasped, slamming the empty down. "Fucking my twin sister. Celeste. In my bed, sheets still warm."Alicia's jaw unhinged, shot glass teetering. "That slimy ho? Your own blood? Oh, hell no." She pounded the table, rattling bottles. "I'm grabbing my keys-we're keying his shitty truck, egging the windows, the works! Nobody betrays my girl like that!"Celine flagged the bartender-a grizzled vet named Mick-with a crooked grin, ordering a double round. "Chill, girl. Not even that pissed." Lies-her heart still jackhammered-but humor bubbled up, tequila loosening the knot. "Caught a comedy show. Dude's got a pencil dick."Alicia froze mid-sip, mouth forming a cartoonish O, then dissolved into high-pitched giggles, nearly toppling her stool. "No! Pencil? Girl, you roasted him!" She wheezed, slapping Celine's arm. "Scale of one to 'lost in the bush'? Spill the tea-how we measuring this micro-tragedy?"Celine leaned in, voice dropping conspiratorial. "Tiny, Alicia. Eraser-tip small. Shriveled like a scared raisin. I dodged that bullet five months straight-'not ready' my ass, it was self-preservation." She mimed tweezers, drawing laughs from nearby tables. "Wondered how my holier-than-thou sister faked those porn-star moans. Pencil dick and backstabbing bitch-match made in hell."Alicia howled, tears streaming, high-fiving a stranger. "Iconic! Savage queen energy. To dodging disasters!" Glasses clinked; shot four burned down. The bar's pulse synced with Celine's-freedom tasting like lime and salt."I'm going all out tonight," Celine declared, standing wobbly. "Drinking myself dead. Who's with me?"Party ignited. Shots blurred to six, eight; the DJ dropped Megan Thee Stallion, floor packing with grinding bodies. Celine hit the dance floor, half-drunk bliss erasing betrayal. Hips swaying hypnotic, arms slicing air, caramel skin glowing under strobes. She owned it-crowd parting, men ogling, women cheering. Alicia matched from the sidelines, funneling drinks: "That's my girl! Burn it down!"Sweat slicked her neck; laughter bubbled free. For the first time, no Jamal hovering, no Celeste stealing shine. Just her.At the bar's shadowed far end, amid velvet booths for high-rollers, a lone figure commanded space. Tall, broad-shouldered in tailored black shirt unbuttoned at the collar, olive skin taut over chiseled jaw. Piercing hazel eyes tracked Celine through the throng-her fire, her fight. A faint smirk curved full lips as he swirled scotch. Feisty one.Chaos brewed amid the bass. A beefy lurker-30s, sweat-stained tee clinging to beer gut, tribal tat peeking from sleeve-detached from his wolf-pack buddies. He'd leered at Celine's ass for twenty minutes, shots fueling entitlement. As "WAP" thumped louder, he slunk onto the floor, positioning behind her. Hands clamped her waist uninvited, grinding hard, stubble grazing her neck. "Sexy dancer," he slurred, breath rank with whiskey.Celine whirled, tequila sharpening senses, shoving his chest hard. "Fuck. Off."He laughed, undeterred, paws returning greedier. "Aw, play nice, babe. You're fire-loosen up." Squeezed her hips, pulling close.Rage exploded-Jamal's exposed shame flashing, Celeste's moans echoing. Ticking bomb. She twisted, elbow jabbing ribs; he tightened grip. "Feisty bitch. C'mon, book a hotel? I'll make it worth it-penthouse style."Wrong move. Celine's boot heel rocketed up, smashing his shin with hotel-maid force-crack like splintering wood. He bellowed, crumpling, meaty hands clutching the leg. Pain lanced white-hot; felt like crushed bone, bruising deep to marrow. "You crazy cunt! You broke it!"Floor cleared; phones whipped out filming. Alicia barreled through, nails bared. "Back off my friend, pig! Or I stomp the other!"Celine flipped her hair, chest heaving triumph, sauntering to the bar unfazed. "Told your ass to fuck off." Mick slid her a fresh shot gratis-"On the house, killer." She downed it, adrenaline electric. Pencil dicks get no seconds.Creep hobbled to buddies, cursing floods, shin pulsing agony-purple welt swelling fast. She'd packed power; years hauling vacuums built legs like pistons.In the shadows, the watcher smirked deeper, murmuring to his empty glass, "Quite feisty." He signaled the server, eyes never leaving her. The night had just begun.

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After three agonizing months, I finally found my fiancé, Barnett Spencer, at a gala at The Plaza. He had vanished without a trace, and I was on the verge of losing my mind. But when I saw him on stage, my blood turned to ice. He had a strange woman tucked into his arm, and a lawyer announced that a recent accident had erased the last six years of his memory-our entire relationship. In front of a sea of reporters, Barnett looked right through me with freezing hostility. "Miss, you have the wrong person." He then declared that the woman beside him, Joslyn, was not only the person who saved his life but also his new, legal wife. The news hit me like a physical blow, and the camera flashes swallowed me whole as reporters shoved microphones in my face, asking how it felt to be publicly dumped. The man I had loved for six years had turned me into a national joke, a delusional stranger trying to cling to his wealth. That night, as I was drowning my humiliation in a martini, his ruthless younger brother, Dixon, found me. He slid a marriage contract across the bar. "Marry me," he said, his voice a low rumble. "I want his shares. You want his pain. We both get what we want." Fueled by alcohol and a burning need for revenge, I grabbed his pen and signed my name. I was no longer the abandoned fiancée. I was about to become my ex's worst nightmare: his new sister-in-law.

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8.2

Hero Alpha and Dying Stepdaughter

8.2

After her wolf's sacrifice triggers a rebirth, a battle-scarred daughter chooses a different fate. In her first life, she bled in fighting pits to restore her father's honor, only to be cast aside. Now, her sister claims that path, leaving her to join her mother and the formidable Alpha Alaric. With her internal spirit decaying from past trauma, she seeks a quiet life over glory. She must navigate a new pack while hiding the terminal state of her soul.

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9.1

My Mafia Bridegroom Regretted After Refusing Wedding

9.1

As the secret Principessa of the Sicilian Shepherd Mafia, my identity remained hidden for my own safety. However, during our wedding, my arrogant fiancé humiliated me by allowing his bodyguard to feed my family token to a dog. He dismissed my background as insignificant and even threatened to destroy my kin. After one phone call, armored vehicles stormed the estate. As our Consigliere knelt before me, my fiancé realized I was the sole heir to Europe’s largest arms trade.

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9.8

My Wife's a Doctor and a Killer

9.8

Finn’s mother desperately needs a heart transplant, and his wife Wendy Lowell is the only surgeon capable of the task. However, Finn discovers Wendy in a compromising position with her assistant. Instead of showing remorse, Wendy retaliates against Finn’s confrontation by ordering his mother’s oxygen supply cut off. Driven to the brink by her cruelty and infidelity, Finn decides he will no longer play the victim. He begins a dangerous game of shadows to expose Wendy’s crimes and ensure she pays for her heartless betrayal.

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8.8

Rejected Shadow Luna

8.8

Ryker Voss branded Sara Harlan rogue and abandoned her to die, all because she was his fated mate. Alpha Kael Draven pulls her from the brink and claims her as his second chance—but he keeps her hidden in darkness and refuses to name their bond love. Then Alpha Snow truly sees her, and his touch stirs a dangerous power waking inside her, one that could bring packs to their knees. With enemies closing in and a traitor lurking within Silvermoon, Sara must decide: remain the broken Omega they made her, or become the vengeance no one saw coming.

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7.6

Replaced By A Mistress: The Wife's Revenge

7.6

I went to the City Clerk's office to update my passport, desperate to feel alive again after losing my ability to draw. Instead, the clerk handed me a reality that killed me. "Mrs. Crosby," she whispered, her face drained of color. "You aren't married to Bennet. The divorce was finalized three years ago. On October 12th." The date hit me harder than a physical blow. October 12th was the day my right hand was crushed. The day Gianna Skinner, a woman obsessed with my husband, shattered twenty-seven bones in my drawing hand with a marble bust. Bennet, the most ruthless Don in New York, had promised me justice. He swore he locked Gianna in a dungeon to rot for hurting his "Angel." But the screen in front of me told a different story. He had married Gianna the very same day he divorced me. I drove to the Lake House where she was supposed to be suffering. I didn't find a prison; I found a modern glass palace. There they were, sitting on a swing set I had designed. Gianna wasn't rotting. She was laughing in his lap, wearing a silk robe. "She is so pathetic," Gianna purred, tracing his jaw. "Five years and she still thinks she is the Lady of the house." Bennet chuckled, the sound dark and terrifying. "She is broken, Gianna. A bird with no wings. She has no value to the Family anymore, except as a trophy on my shelf. She is my pet. You are my fire." My phone buzzed in my pocket. A text from Bennet. "Happy Anniversary, my Angel. Tonight, I give you the world." He wasn't giving me the world. He was building a cage out of lies. Through a bugged ring, I later heard his endgame: he planned to institutionalize me for "mental instability" so he could bring Gianna into the light. I didn't go home to cry. I went to my office and opened a secure browser on the dark web. *Subject: Protocol Erasure.* *Target: Harper Cline.* *Execution: Immediate.* Bennet thought he had broken his pet. He was about to realize he had just unleashed a lioness.

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CELINE:The Sheikh Dessert Bride

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