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When a high-stakes legal contract forces an unexpected union between a sharp-witted woman and a powerful billionaire, their strictly professional arrangement begins to blur. Beyond the cold terms of their agreement lies a web of corporate secrets and a dangerous mystery that threatens to dismantle their lives. As mutual distrust turns into an undeniable attraction, they must navigate a world of wealth where every truth comes with a price.

After a night of reckless passion with a magnetic stranger, college student Aria is shocked to discover the man is her new professor, Julian. The situation spirals into a complex web of desire and secrets when she meets his son, Leo, who becomes deeply infatuated with her. Caught between the professor’s possessive claim and his son’s growing affection, Aria must navigate a dangerous game of love and loyalty that threatens her future.

After losing her parents, Eliana is forced to return to a hometown she barely remembers. Her life takes a dangerous turn when she encounters a mysterious vampire and a protective werewolf. Drawn into a world of ancient bloodlines and supernatural secrets, she discovers she is the fated mate to both powerful beings. Now, Eliana must navigate a treacherous path of desire and peril as she becomes the center of a dark, supernatural war.

After her fated mate chose power over their own blood, a heartbroken werewolf mother is forced to flee into the shadows to protect her innocent child. Betrayed by the man she once loved, she must navigate a dangerous world of pack politics and ancient rivalries. As she builds a new life, the weight of his treachery fuels her resolve. Can she shield her offspring from a father's cruelty while finding a love that truly honors her heart?

For five agonizing years, a young werewolf remained imprisoned by her own Alpha, the man she once trusted. After enduring half a decade of isolation and heartache, she finally secures her freedom. Now, she must navigate a world that moved on without her while confronting the dark obsession of her captor. As she seeks a new life, the shadows of their toxic bond threaten to drag her back into the golden cage she fought so hard to escape.

Soren Knight was meant to marry the perfect bride. Instead, a drunken night in Vegas left him with a husband he barely knew. Adrian Vega never asked for a billionaire's world, or the spotlight that came with it. But one reckless marriage ties him to a man who sees love as weakness and business as everything. What begins as a deal to protect Soren's empire soon turns into something dangerously real. Between scandals, betrayal, and a secret that links Adrian's past to Soren's family, their mistake might be the one thing neither of them can walk away from.

Franklin William destroyed my father, then raised me as his ward. For ten years, I loved him, not as a guardian, but as the man who held my world in his hands. On my 18th birthday, I confessed. He crushed me with five words. "Love is a liability, Eliana." His cruelty escalated. He got engaged to a ruthless socialite who publicly branded me his "pet project." He forced me to wear a cheap necklace I was allergic to, the metal burning my skin like a brand of shame. That night, he stumbled into my room, drunk, and violated me, whispering his fiancée's name. My own mother called, not to comfort me, but to scream that I had ruined her social standing before disowning me. I was nothing. A project. A disposable toy. But as I sat in the wreckage of my life, an encrypted email arrived from my long-lost godfather. The subject line was clear: "It's time, Eliana. There's a way out."

My husband told me I was a bad investment, a legacy asset he was forced to liquidate after a car crash stole his memory of our love five years ago. He replaced me with a "Muse," a supermodel whose lies were as polished as the magazine covers she graced. But when her son—the boy Adrian believed was his heir—suffered a sudden allergic reaction, she tearfully accused me of being a jealous chemist who mixed poison to harm an innocent child. My husband, the man whose empire was built on the scents I created, didn't hesitate. In a blind rage, he declared that if my hands were used for evil, they shouldn't be used at all. He ordered his security team to bring quick-drying industrial cement. "Since you can't control these hands, I will seal them forever," he commanded, his voice devoid of mercy. He then had my hands encased in stone and had me displayed in the window of our flagship store, a public spectacle for the world to condemn. As I stood there, the heavy weight crushing my fingers and my soul, I finally understood. My blind love and foolish hope had been my downfall. I had loved the wrong man, and he had utterly destroyed me. But they made one fatal mistake. They didn't know about the hidden camera I’d planted in the nursery. And they had no idea that my family controlled the very flowers that kept his empire alive.

CONTENT WARNING ⚠️🔞 This book is strictly for a mature audience only. Reader's discretion is advised. On her eighteenth birthday, Sabrina's life is stolen from her. She was sold into marriage to Scott Wendell, a ruthless and powerful billionaire more than twice her age. A man she's never met. A man who claimed her as payment for a debt she never owed But the real problem wasn't the vows she took or the marriage document she signed. It's his son. The revelation that Ace Wendell, the one boy in school that she's always fantasized about, the boy she's secretly loved from afar, is now her stepson. Now living under the same roof, Sabrina finds herself torn between duty to her marriage and the dangerous pull toward the stepson who has wanted her just as desperately.

Three years ago, I walked away from Donovan Gordon as he lay on his deathbed. Now, he's back, striding into the luxury hotel where I work, richer and more powerful than I could have ever imagined. He didn't just ignore me. He spent the night making my life a living hell, forcing me to change the sheets on the bed he now shared with his new girlfriend. He called me a traitor, a gold-digger who abandoned him for his rival. He had no idea the only reason he was standing there, alive and breathing, was because my kidney was inside his body. But that sacrifice had cost me everything. My remaining kidney was failing, and I didn't come back for forgiveness. I came back for one last look at the man I saved, because my doctors weren't sure I'd survive my next surgery.

BLURB "Beg for it, Bella," his rasped voice whispered against my ears as his dick rubbed against my thighs. "I want you to f**k me until my tongue knows nothing but your name. Please, Daddy," I begged shamelessly until he finally slipped into me. - The first time I saw him, I understood why people ruin their lives for dicks. He was standing in the sunlight, watching me like he already knew how the story would end. I had a boyfriend. He was my best friend's father. And ninety days should have been easy to survive. Then I opened the wrong door, and after everything burned. Alexander Moreau doesn't touch you first. He studies you, learns you, and makes you feel like the only person in the room. And somewhere between midnight swims and locked doors, I stopped pretending I didn't want him. I'd go through hell and come back friends with the devil if it would mean him sticking his dick inside me again. But houses made of glass don't protect secrets, and by the time summer ended, I had lost my best friend, my relationship, my future, and the version of myself I thought I was. Because falling for Alexander Moreau wasn't the danger. His ex-wife was.

I was only three and a half years old, living in a damp basement and beaten daily by Enoch Pruitt with a heavy leather whip. "Get up, you useless waste of space!" He always told me I was a stray he had picked out of the garbage. But during one brutal beating that nearly stopped my heart, time froze, and a glowing figure called The Chronicler appeared. "You are not an abandoned orphan, Clare. You carry the blood of the highest gods." He revealed that I was the stolen daughter of the ultra-wealthy Barrett family. Then, he showed me the horrific ending of my previous life. I had died right here on this bloody dirt floor. My real parents and three brothers went completely insane with grief, turning into ruthless monsters who destroyed themselves and the entire world to avenge me. Meanwhile, the Pruitt family kept torturing me, locking me in a woodshed and feeding me moldy bread. The memory of my bones breaking and my real mother's agonizing screams crushed my chest. Why did I have to suffer like an animal while my true family tore the world apart looking for me? This time, I refused to die in the mud. I accepted my divine blood, my eyes glowing gold as I summoned a bolt of purple lightning to strike my abuser. I just needed to survive the night. Because my real father's heavily armed convoy was already tearing up the mountain, ready to burn this hell to the ground.

For three years, I was the ghost wife to tech billionaire Julian Petersen. I ran his empire from the shadows, securing the patents that were his foundation, while he publicly doted on his manipulative ex, Blair. On my 30th birthday, he forgot me entirely, choosing instead to solve another one of Blair's manufactured crises. That was the final straw. I tricked him into signing our divorce papers, hidden within a stack of routine acquisitions he never bothered to read. He signed away our future without a second glance, his mind already on her, leaving me to eat my birthday cake alone. When he finally saw Blair's true, venomous nature, his obsession didn't end-it just shifted to me. He hunted me down across the globe, offering billions not as an apology, but as a new set of golden chains. He thought he could buy me back after everything he'd done. He cornered me in my new life, his presence a suffocating shadow. His voice was a low command, "Get in the car, Arlene. We're going to talk." "And you will listen."

Eliza, a blind and pregnant woman, was hiding in a rotting motel room. The door was suddenly kicked in by Clifford Gray, the ruthless billionaire whose child she carried. He didn't come to rescue her. Instead, he dragged her to an underground clinic, ordering a forced abortion to protect his wealth. "The bloodline of the Gray family will never be left to rot in the stomach of a blind rat from the slums." Strapped to a freezing surgical bed with a scalpel pressed against her throat, Eliza was only spared when a sudden phone call ordered Clifford to marry her for inheritance shares. But the nightmare had just begun. On their wedding day, Clifford abandoned her, forcing her to be publicly humiliated and married off to a trembling stable boy. Inside the massive Gray estate, she became the ultimate target. His family mocked her, physically assaulted her, and plotted to destroy her, treating her like a worthless incubator. They all thought she was just a pathetic, helpless victim who would easily break under their cruelty. They had no idea she was the sole survivor of the Warren family massacre, secretly armed with a neural interface and lethal senses. Standing alone in the dark bathroom, Eliza dropped her terrified facade, her unseeing eyes burning with a cold, calculating fire. She was going to use their underestimation of a blind cripple to tear the Gray empire apart, brick by brick.

Dante, the ruthless king of the underworld, rules with an iron fist until a chance encounter with Elena, a spirited artist, sparks a dangerous fixation. As he draws her into his violent world of crime and betrayal, Elena must navigate a web of secrets to survive his dark desires. Their intense connection threatens to dismantle his empire, forcing Dante to choose between his absolute power and the woman who has become his ultimate obsession.

Selene’s life shatters when her pack is slaughtered, leaving her at the mercy of the ruthless Alpha Bastien. Bound by a dark curse that demands his blood, she is forced into a volatile bond with the man who destroyed her world. As they navigate a landscape of betrayal and ancient magic, Selene must decide if her thirst for revenge outweighs a growing, forbidden passion. Their connection could either break the cycle of hate or consume them both.

To escape the tragic legacy of my famous mother, I hid my identity, becoming a plain, forgettable film student. I fell hard for Hayes McCall, the campus playboy, believing our love was real. But he was just using me. I was a human shield, a decoy to protect the real object of his affection: the fragile campus "it-girl," Karmen. He let me get bullied and kidnapped. He stole my thesis film-a tribute to my mother's memory-and gave it to Karmen to claim as her own. When I tried to fight back, he destroyed my work, my past, everything. At graduation, my ex-roommate projected a video to the entire auditorium, branding me a high-class escort who slept with powerful men. "She's a disgrace!" she screamed, as the crowd turned on me. I calmly walked to the podium, my voice cutting through the noise. "You're accusing a Zamora of being a gold-digger?" I let the name hang in the air before delivering the final blow. "I don't climb the ladder. I am the ladder."

Nyra never asked for the bell, she was only trying to outrun the shadows Mercer left behind, the lies, the fear, the destruction he wove through her family and her village, but the night she claimed the brass bell from his hands, her life fractured into before and after. Its haunting chime follows her, echoing through her dreams, stirring voices she cannot name. Now Nyra is hunted by Mercer, whose cruelty runs deeper than anything she imagined, and by the secretive Circle who will kill to reclaim the relic she carries. With Henry by her side, a man burdened by guilt and bound to her fate more tightly than she wishes to admit, Nyra must navigate a world where truth is a weapon and loyalty is never certain. As the line between her fear and the bell's power begins to blur, Nyra must confront the darkest parts of herself to survive. The city of London teeters between order and chaos, and she may be the one to tip the balance. Because the bell is waking, And it has chosen her.

On our sixth anniversary, I found my fiancé Carter had given my grandmother's heirloom locket to his "fragile" colleague, Carmen. When I confronted him, he slapped me across the face. He then dragged me out into the snow, forcing me to my knees to apologize to Carmen for upsetting her. The stress and his violence triggered a miscarriage. I was losing our baby right there at his feet. He never even noticed the blood staining the snow. He was too busy comforting the woman he chose over me and our child. I left that night and never looked back. Three years later, after building a new life and a successful bakery, he showed up on my doorstep, a ghost of a man, dying of cancer. He collapsed, coughing up blood at my feet, begging for a forgiveness I no longer had to give.

Forced into marriage to repay her father's debt, Bianca enters a world of wealth, lies, and deadly secrets. Her husband loves another, her past is a mystery, and someone wants her destroyed. Caught between betrayal, forbidden love, and a dangerous truth worth killing for, Bianca must choose, fight, flee, or be consumed.

I'm Karima Heart, and I basically live a double life. In school, I'm the quiet, nerdy bookworm. At night, I'm the seductive, high-demand stripper every one screams for. But everything's about to change. My perfect secret is on the verge of exposure because my brother's best friend just caught me. Now, to keep him quiet, I have to play his little obedient girl... and with him living under our roof, it's getting harder to resist the pull between us...

I was at a high-end law school mixer, hiding behind a pillar and eyeing the shrimp buffet because my bank account was empty and my fridge contained nothing but expired milk. My father’s name was a national headline for all the wrong reasons, and my only goal was to survive law school without being recognized. That’s when the room went silent for the arrival of Armond Woodward, the billionaire COO of a global media empire. I froze, because seven years ago in Paris, he was Armond Chevalier, the sweet art student I’d shared a life with. Now, he was a cold-eyed predator in a bespoke suit, and he was staring directly at me like I was a missing asset he’d finally located. I tried to escape, but the walls were closing in. My tuition payment was forty-eight hours late, and my father was facing a new indictment that would keep him in prison for the rest of his life. While a rich classmate named Miles tried to "save" me by parading me around like a trophy, Armond was working in the shadows. He didn't just offer help; he bought my student loans and my father’s legal liens, effectively making himself my sole creditor. The realization hit me like a physical blow when Armond cornered me in his private elevator. He knew about my broken apartment lock, my ramen-noodle dinners, and every cent I owed. He hadn't just found me by accident; he had been watching me drown for years, waiting for the exact moment I became desperate enough to be useful. "I've been waiting for you to hit bottom, Rose," he whispered, using the private name from our past as he trapped me in the back of his black SUV. With the threat of a two-million-dollar restitution fee hanging over my father's head and the prosecutors closing in, Armond laid out his final terms. He didn't want an apology or a second chance at love; he needed a wife to secure his family trust and defeat a hostile takeover, and I was the only person with enough debt to be completely controlled. "Marry me, Abbey. A three-year contract, and I make all of this go away." I looked at the man who had destroyed my life just to own it and realized that to save my family, I had to walk straight into the golden cage he had built for me.

Elorai. They burnt my lab to the ground. They killed my scientists... with their claws. The white, pristine walls they coated with blood and brain matter. Now they're glaring down at me, teeth bared. But they won't kill me. No... they'll take me instead, keep me in a cage, and bind me forever to them. Joke's on them. They're insane if they think I won't claw my way out. * Ronan. Knox. Lucas She was our target-the one we were sent to kill. And that's what we originally planned to do. But we had her beneath our teeth, and instead of pleading for her life, she fucking glared at us. Daring us. Worst part? Our alpha wills weren't working. Her scent bothered our wolves. So we changed our minds. We'll keep her... for now. And kill everyone who tries to take her from us. **** Elorai-or "Lo," like her scientist buddies called her-was just fine, living her life as a test subject for her white-coated handlers, getting cut open and sewn back together, until one day they looked at her and tagged her successful. That's when everything shattered. In an instant, her lab was destroyed and everyone she knew was killed. She tried to run, but her attackers caught her. Werewolves... or mad beasts, like her scientists called them. The plan was to kill on sight-but all three beasts looked down at her, their eyes gleaming... And something shifted in their gazes. That's when she knew she was in trouble.

My six-year-old twins, Liam and Lily, begged to go to Disneyland. But my husband, Julian Vance, planned to take his mistress to a prenatal clinic. Annoyed by the twins' crying and deeming them "too delicate and spoiled," Julian drove them out to the Mojave Desert, demanding they learn how to survive on their own. I couldn't even fathom it. I begged him desperately. "Julian, please! Give me the coordinates! Tell me where my babies are!" "They're only six! They'll die out there! I promise I'll discipline them. I'll never let them bother you again. Please, just let me go get them back!" The only answer I got was the sound of him having sex with his mistress. By the time Julian found out the truth, it was already too late. He knelt before me, crying and pleading for forgiveness, but my children were no longer around to forgive him. And I could never forgive him on their behalf.