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 3
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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7.1
His grin spread and he leaned closer to me, his scent overshadowing my senses. "I own you and this entire place, Scarlett. Whatever I decide to do to them is none of your business, is that clear?"
"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.
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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.