Amma Brandon

Caspian Vance is at rock bottom. He just got fired from his dream design job, and his greedy girlfriend, Gemma, dumped him on the spot for a rich bully named Preston. They both mocked him for being broke, leaving him with absolutely nothing. But Caspian's life changes in a single second. A line of luxury black cars pulls up, and a lawyer reveals a shocking truth: Caspian is actually the only heir to a massive multi-billion-dollar global empire. There is just one huge catch. To get the money, he must agree to a strict marriage contract with Sylvia Sterling, a beautiful but cold high-society heiress. Even crazier? He has to hide his true wealth from her and the rest of the world for six months. Now, Caspian is living a double life. To his snobbish new in-laws, his ex-girlfriend, and his rival Preston, he is just a penniless loser who got lucky by marrying a rich girl. They try to humiliate him at every turn. But behind the scenes, Caspian is secretly pulling the strings, buying up companies, and destroying his enemies with a single phone call. As the months tick down, Sylvia starts to see the brilliant, protective man behind the quiet face. But what will happen when the clock strikes midnight, the contract ends, and his secret fortune is finally revealed to the world?

For years, I endured my husband Kellan's disdain, while he bent over backwards to please my scheming younger sister. When a sudden aneurysm required emergency life-saving surgery, I called him from the ER in absolute despair. He was busy celebrating my sister's new job. After listening to the lies she whispered about me in the background, he actually cursed at me. "If you're going to put on this act, don't bother coming home." He hung up the phone. I signed the surgery consent form alone, facing life and death all by myself. On the operating table, I hemorrhaged heavily. Not only did I lose my health, but I also lost the unborn little life I hadn't even had the chance to tell him about. Lying in the recovery room, I finally understood. His vows were nothing but empty lies, and I was always the expendable one in that relationship. And so, I signed the divorce papers and vanished from his life completely. Yet, he started looking for me like a madman, even taking revenge on everyone who had ever hurt me!

Annie Davis was beyond furious when she was told she had been inseminated with the wrong sperm which belonged to a Billionaire who insists he wants to be in her life and the baby's life if she falls pregnant.

I was diagnosed with Soul Withering Syndrome, a high-risk condition where the wolf inside me was slowly starving to death. Full of hope, I went to find my mate, Gideon—the top healer in the alliance—desperate to find a shred of comfort from him. But as I stood outside his office, I heard him coldly state that I was just being unreasonable. "Chloe is weaponizing her anxiety to force me into a mating ceremony." He could not even be bothered to glance at my official medical scroll, instead accusing me of faking my pain just to steal his attention away from his obsession, the rogue wolf Yara. And when Yara called, lying about an obviously fabricated poisoning incident, he abandoned me without hesitation. He left me shivering in the freezing hallway, and eventually, due to the backlash of my withering soul, I coughed up pitch-black blood. For seven years, I had been waiting for him to see my pain. I could not understand how the man who had once exchanged mating tokens with me could be so blind. He let my soul rot in the dark, yet paraded himself as a loyal hero, running around at the beck and call of a woman full of lies. I did not shed a single tear, because my heart was already completely dead. Then, without hesitation, I threw his silver mate ring fiercely into the trash can. I contacted my family and accepted an arranged marriage—to wed the most feared Alpha in the alliance, Silas. This time, I chose to live for myself.

For eight years, I lived in a freezing, unheated apartment, washing the bloodstains out of my mob enforcer boyfriend's suits every day. He strictly gave me two thousand dollars a month, saying we had to live frugally and save up enough money to escape this dark world. But when I was washing his clothes, I found a receipt for a custom engagement ring worth sixty-eight thousand dollars. That ring wasn't for me, but for his secret lover, Mia. I cracked the password on his encrypted laptop and uncovered his three-year-long double life. He wasn't a bottom-tier thug struggling to survive in a dangerous game at all. He embezzled forty-eight thousand dollars from his mob boss's accounts every month to buy Mia diamonds, cars, and a luxury apartment in Manhattan. And meanwhile, I was drinking watery porridge just to save a little on the electricity bill. When I confronted him, he didn't show a single ounce of guilt, accusing me instead: "You're too heavy. Being around you suffocates me." He thought I was a pathetic parasite who couldn't survive without his protection. But what he didn't know was that I had already quietly earned over a million dollars through legitimate antique painting restoration work. I packed my bags. It was time to let the mob know who was really stealing their money.

I spent months overcoming my fear of heights, just so I could go skydiving with my boyfriend on our anniversary. But on the plane, Cole strapped my safety harness onto his "best friend" Giselle, telling me to wait for the next trip because she had just gone through a breakup, was feeling down, and needed this thrill to bounce back. She didn't care about my efforts at all, trying to brush me off with just a few words. Cole desperately defended her, accusing me of being petty and making a mountain out of a molehill. "She's fragile, Cathy! You're just jealous of a bond between us that you could never understand!" He actually expected me to accept being an outsider in my own relationship, while my family kept pressuring me to drop my so-called pride. For eight years, I poured everything into our relationship, only to finally realize I was nothing but a placeholder, expected to exit the stage whenever Giselle needed him. His constant emotional manipulation and blatant favoritism left me utterly exhausted. So, I packed my bags, paid him back every single cent he ever spent on me, and left without looking back. It was time for me to take over the multi-million dollar corporate project he was about to ruin. He really needed to see how I would step to the peak of my career!

I hid my identity as the Supreme Wolf Princess just to find true love, even sacrificing my soul core to cure the bloodline curse of my fated mate, Caleb. However, when he successfully became the Alpha of the Supreme Wolf Pack, he brought back Selene—a cunning she-wolf who faked an attack by rogue wolves to frame me. He would rather believe her fabricated tears than listen to my explanation, locking me on a balcony covered in toxic silver dust for three days and three nights. When I knelt and begged for forgiveness, telling him I was pregnant with his child, he sneered and accused me of carrying a rogue wolf's bastard. He watched coldly as Selene spiked my food with deadly poison and forced me to climb a tree covered in thorns. Ultimately, I lost my child, and my blood stained the earth red. I gave up my crown and my magic just to help him build his empire, only to receive humiliation in return. He even threw a banishment contract in my face, ordering me to be exiled to the wastelands. I felt a deep, agonizing sense of worthlessness for everything I had sacrificed for him! That was until the Royal Guard's helicopters blackened the sky, and my father—the Supreme Alpha of all werewolves—forced Caleb to his knees in a wretched state. "I accept your banishment." I threw that contract violently back into his trembling hands, watching his world crumble to ash. In this moment, he finally realized exactly what he had destroyed.

"I am starving, Len..." But that hunger was for her. ~~~ For ten years, Alex has been nothing more than Lena's best friend. They have the sweetest relationship ever and have shared laughter, heartbreak, late-night secrets, everything. Until the night he gets hard for sweet, innocent best friend... One night rips the mask away and Alex can no longer ignore the truth: his so-called best friend has always been his deepest craving. But is Lena really innocent? What if she has her own little secret world with desires she never dared to confess... And drags Alex into this world? *** Best Friends' Reckless Cravings is a full compilation of dangerous desires between best friends who were never meant to cross the lines. Fast paced, filthy, and emotionally brutal. If you want the tension, the heat, and the fallout... this one is for you ;⁠-⁠)

For five years, I gave everything I had, using my blood to build Gabriel's underworld empire. I expanded his territory, conquered half of the turfs, and allowed him to sit on that throne. But just as I secured a billion-dollar casino contract, he ruthlessly tore the silver badge from my chest. He handed my entire career over to his new love, Serena. "Hand everything over to my fiancée, or you won't leave this room alive." Serena was a helpless outsider who had never even touched a gun, yet she wanted everything that was mine. Gabriel humiliated me in front of twelve family capos and announced that they would be married next month. He even threatened that if I didn't hand over the family's encrypted master drive to her before dawn, he would blacklist me and send men to take my life. Did he really think I would just obediently step aside and watch them take away everything I had built with my own hands? So, I calmly handed Serena a master drive loaded with a logic bomb—one that would drain their accounts and expose them to the FBI. Then, I walked out into the pouring rain, accepted an invitation from his most lethal rival, and prepared to watch his empire burn to ashes.

I was about to marry Dante, a ruthless New York Mafia boss. However, just three blocks away from the cathedral, his ex-wife sent a text message saying their son was coughing up blood. This was the third time, and Dante abandoned me at the altar once again, transferring a hundred million dollars to me as compensation instead. I accepted the money, but his ex-wife did not stop there. She moved into my home with her son, faked an illness, and tried to force me out. The last straw that broke me happened at the airport, when the little heir, instigated by his mother, viciously pushed me from behind. I fell hard onto the cold marble floor and lost the child I did not even know I was carrying. As I lay in a pool of my own blood, Dante's mother coldly gave an order over the phone: "The child is dead. You need to protect the living heir and Isabella's status." Dante looked at me, his face full of guilt, but eventually, he turned and walked away with them. To compensate for the child I lost, he threw a massive business empire at me, expecting me to continue waiting in the shadows while he enjoyed his family's bliss. I finally understood that in the face of his mafia bloodline, my loyalty meant absolutely nothing. With a steady hand, I signed the asset transfer documents and did not hesitate to liquidate all the properties he had given me. Then, I boarded a private cartel jet flying to Switzerland. This time, I am going to build an empire of my own!

Imagine if you will: At the highly secretive, largely independent, inter-dimensional and (inevitably) clandestine organization called the Time Saving Agency, there is a saying that goes: ‘You can’t break an omelet without first making eggs’. While this may appear to be a rather flippant little idiom, there is – as is usually the case, far more to it than meets the eye. For starters, that’s a rather simple principle of Time Travel right there – and according to the pioneers of time travel, it’s one of the foundation stones of the Theory behind it. It’s something of a paradox – a mind-boggling annotation in the ever-puzzling and ever growing Anals of History. (Some readers may still be thinking that should be ‘Annals’ – however, the author of this work cannot be blamed for what you may think.)