When billionaire tech mogul Alexander Grayson needs a wife to secure a life-changing business deal, he never expected to find the perfect candidate in a place like Club Eclipse-a high-end nightclub with a reputation for danger and allure. Olivia Monroe, a fiercely independent stripper with a heart of gold and a past full of scars, reluctantly agrees to a marriage contract that promises to solve her financial woes. But as their worlds collide, what starts as a transactional arrangement quickly spirals into something far more dangerous. As passion ignites between Alex and Liv, the lines between business and pleasure blur, pulling them into a whirlwind of emotion neither anticipated. But lurking in the shadows is Victoria Lawson, Alex's ruthless ex-fiancée, hell-bent on ruining everything he's built-including his budding relationship with Liv. With secrets from the past threatening to unravel their fragile bond and a plot twist that shakes Liv to her core, will they be able to turn their marriage of convenience into a love that can withstand the ultimate test? Or will Vicky's machinations destroy their chance at happiness, leaving them both with nothing but shattered dreams?
The crowd inside Club Eclipse was a shimmering ocean of wealth and vice. Men and women draped in designer couture moved like shadows under the sultry, low-hanging lights, their faces masked by confidence or hidden behind jeweled masquerades. The bass of the music thrummed like a heartbeat, pulsing through the veins of the building, making everything feel alive, electric, and dangerous. Alex Grayson entered the club like a king returning to his kingdom.
Tall, with broad shoulders and a gaze that could command a room with a mere glance, he moved through the throng with a confidence born of someone who had clawed his way to the top. At thirty-two, he was already a billionaire, his tech empire spanning continents and influencing industries. But there was something cold in his expression, a detachment that hinted at the price he had paid for his success. Tonight, he wasn't here to relax or mingle with the elite. Alex had a mission, and like everything else in his life, he approached it with the precision of a well-executed plan. His sharp eyes scanned the room, taking in the opulence, the decadence, and the thin veneer of civility that covered the raw hunger in every gaze. Club Eclipse was not just a playground for the wealthy; it was a battleground, where deals were made and broken, where alliances were forged in the shadows, and where secrets were traded as currency. He moved toward the VIP section, where the true power players of the night congregated. As he approached, the bouncers, recognizing him instantly, parted to let him through. The room was quieter, more exclusive, and the air was thick with the scent of expensive perfume and the faint, metallic tang of money. It was a world Alex knew well-a world he had mastered. But tonight, he wasn't just another player; he was here to secure the final piece of a deal that would cement his position at the top. Alex's eyes flicked over the room, noting the familiar faces-business tycoons, celebrities, politicians-all sipping their drinks, their smiles sharp, their conversations laden with subtext. He wasn't interested in any of them. His gaze finally landed on the stage at the far end of the room, where the night's entertainment was about to begin. The lights dimmed, and the chatter around him hushed to a murmur as the spotlight cut through the darkness, focusing on the center of the stage. A woman emerged from the shadows, moving with the grace of a predator-sleek, powerful, and utterly captivating. The music shifted, becoming something slow, seductive, a rhythm that seemed to sync with the very heartbeat of the club. Olivia Monroe-or Liv, as she was known here-commanded attention the moment she stepped onto the stage. Dressed in a sleek, black outfit that clung to her curves, she moved like liquid fire, her body swaying to the music as if she was born from it. Her eyes, dark and piercing, scanned the crowd with a mixture of indifference and challenge, as though daring anyone to see beyond the surface, beyond the role she played night after night. She was beautiful-stunning, even-but there was more to her than just her looks. There was a strength in the way she carried herself, a defiance that set her apart from the other performers. She didn't just dance; she told a story with every movement, a story of survival, of resilience, of a woman who had seen the darkest parts of life and had emerged stronger for it. Alex watched her, his expression unreadable, but inside, something stirred. It wasn't just attraction-though there was that, too-but a recognition of something deeper. He saw in her the same drive, the same hunger that had fueled his own rise to power. She wasn't just another performer; she was a force to be reckoned with. As Liv moved across the stage, her eyes briefly met Alex's, and for a split second, something passed between them-a flicker of acknowledgment, of understanding. It was gone as quickly as it had come, but it left an impression on both of them. For Liv, it was a reminder of the world she was trying to escape-a world where men like Alex held all the power, and women like her were expected to play their roles without question. For Alex, it was a challenge, a puzzle that demanded to be solved. The performance ended, and the crowd erupted into applause, but Alex remained silent, his eyes still fixed on Liv as she disappeared backstage. He knew what he had to do. This woman-this enigma-was the key to his plan. But he would have to play his cards right. He ordered a drink, something strong and expensive, more out of habit than desire, and waited. He was a patient man, and tonight, patience would be his greatest ally. Behind the scenes, Liv was already changing out of her stage outfit, her mind focused on the tasks ahead. The performance had been flawless, as always, but there was no satisfaction in it. It was just another night, another step in the endless grind of survival. She peeled off the tight costume, her muscles aching from the exertion, and pulled on a loose, comfortable sweater. Her thoughts drifted to her younger sister, Emma, who was at home, probably studying for her college entrance exams. Everything Liv did was for her-to ensure she had a future that wasn't defined by struggle and sacrifice. Liv glanced at herself in the mirror, her dark eyes reflecting the weariness that had settled in her bones. She had been working at Club Eclipse for three years now, ever since her mother's illness had forced her to drop out of college and take up whatever work she could find to pay the bills. Stripping had never been part of the plan, but life rarely cared about plans. It had been a choice between this or losing everything, and Liv had chosen to fight, to survive, no matter the cost. She wasn't ashamed of what she did-she couldn't afford to be. But there were nights, like tonight, when the weight of it all felt crushing, when she wondered how much longer she could keep going before she broke. The door to her dressing room creaked open, and Liv's eyes snapped to the mirror, catching the reflection of one of the club's managers, a burly man named Vince. He was harmless enough, though his leering gaze always made her skin crawl. "You've got a visitor," Vince said, his voice gruff. Liv frowned, turning to face him. "I'm off the clock, Vince. I'm not taking any private clients tonight." Vince shrugged, his eyes lingering a little too long on her exposed legs before he met her gaze. "This one's different. He's in VIP. Says he just wants to talk." Liv's frown deepened. She wasn't in the mood for company, especially not from some high-roller who thought he could buy her time just because he had deep pockets. But she also knew that refusing a VIP request could get her into trouble. The club didn't take kindly to its performers turning down paying customers. With a sigh, Liv pulled on a pair of jeans and zipped up her sweater. "Fine," she said, brushing past Vince as she made her way out of the dressing room. "But if he tries anything, I'm gone." Vince chuckled, though there was an edge to it. "Don't worry. I'll be right outside." Liv ignored the comment and headed toward the VIP section, her mind already on the man waiting for her. She wasn't sure what to expect, but she knew one thing for certain-this wouldn't be just another conversation. When she entered the room, the first thing she noticed was the silence. Unlike the main floor of the club, where music and voices blended into a constant din, the VIP section was almost eerily quiet. The lighting was softer, more intimate, casting long shadows that danced on the walls. And then she saw him. Alex Grayson was seated on a plush leather sofa, his posture relaxed, yet there was an unmistakable air of authority about him. He was dressed in a tailored suit that spoke of wealth and power, but it was his eyes that held her attention. They were cold, calculating, like a predator sizing up its prey. Liv hesitated for a moment, then squared her shoulders and walked over to him, keeping her expression neutral. "You wanted to talk?" Alex looked up, his gaze locking onto hers with an intensity that made her heart skip a beat. "Yes," he said simply, his voice deep and commanding. "Have a seat." Liv remained standing. "I'm fine where I am." A ghost of a smile played on Alex's lips, as if he found her defiance amusing. "Very well. I'll get straight to the point, then. I have a business proposition for you." Liv raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms over her chest. "I'm not interested in private dances, if that's what you're after." "It's not," Alex replied smoothly. "I'm looking for something...more permanent." The words hung in the air between them, heavy with implication. Liv's eyes narrowed. "I don't do that kind of work." Alex's smile faded, and he leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees. "I'm not asking for that, either. What I'm proposing is a marriage contract."
Freya Alexander is a fiercely independent photographer, haunted by the scars of her past and the pain of a rejected bond. Orphaned young and hardened by life, she finds solace in her career, avoiding entanglements and the fate she once believed in. But when a dark prophecy emerges, Freya's world is upended. Bound by destiny to Ethan Shadow, the formidable Alpha of the Shadowclaw Pack, she is thrust into a contract marriage she never wanted. Ethan Shadow, the enigmatic and ruthless leader of the Shadowclaw Pack, has always put his pack's welfare above all else. His rejection of Freya years ago, meant to protect her from a devastating curse, was a decision that haunts him. Now, the prophecy demands their union to prevent a looming catastrophe threatening both the human and supernatural realms. With Freya resentful and Ethan burdened by secrets, their forced marriage is a volatile mix of unresolved feelings and unspoken truths. As their contract binds them in a fragile truce, a shadowy adversary named Ember emerges, intent on exploiting their fractured bond to ignite chaos. With each passing day, the tension between Freya and Ethan escalates, their once-hidden emotions boiling to the surface. Just when it seems they might reconcile their differences, Freya is kidnapped by Ember, revealing a shocking conspiracy: Ethan's rejection was part of a larger plot to destabilize the packs. Desperate to save Freya and his pack, Ethan must confront the truth about the curse and the price of breaking it. In a dramatic twist, Freya discovers the real reason behind Ethan's rejection and must come to terms with her feelings. As the prophecy's deadline approaches, Ethan faces an agonizing choice: sacrifice himself to save Freya or risk losing everything.
In the shadowed corners of the Italian countryside, where ancient secrets and primal instincts collide, Aria Feral finds herself caught in a deadly game of power and passion. A fierce and independent woman, Aria has always felt an inexplicable connection to the wild wolves that roam the forests. But when a fateful encounter with the enigmatic and ruthless Julian Blackwood pulls her into the dark world of the werewolf mafia, she discovers a truth that shatters her reality-she is the last descendant of a royal bloodline of werewolves, destined to either unite or destroy the warring clans. As Aria navigates the treacherous alliances and simmering betrayals of the Blackwood mafia, she is torn between her growing feelings for Julian and her obligation to a heritage she never knew existed. But the danger intensifies when Kael Darko, a rogue werewolf leader with his own deadly agenda, reveals a shocking connection to her past. With the full moon rising and time running out, Aria must choose where her loyalties lie-before the forces that seek to control her tear everything apart. Can Aria survive the deadly politics of the werewolf mafia, or will her destiny consume her in the end?
6 years ago, Lydia suffered a brutal betrayal orchestrated by her own husband and step-sister, who drugged her and framed her. In a twist of fate, she ended up having a one-night stand with a stranger. Don't even remember what he looked like. Later, in the throes of death, she discovered the truth about her mother's death all those years ago. In the blink of an eye, she lost everything. 6 years later, Lydia returned with her genius son, vowing to exact revenge on all her enemies! Little did she know, she encountered an incredibly familiar man at the airport! *** The man was briskly pushing open the door to the restroom, heading to the urinal. Even with such a mundane action, he did it with unparalleled elegance and grace. Lydia, following him in a daze, saw his fierce lower body and suddenly snapped back to reality. She let out a high-pitched scream, instinctively covering her eyes with her hands, her cheeks flushed, and stood there stiffly, unsure of what to do. Lambert furrowed his brows slightly but remained calm as he continued to relieve himself. The sound of water hitting the urinal made Lydia's face even redder. She angrily shouted, "You pervert!" Little did Lydia know that Lambert, seeing her in this state, had a flicker of recognition in his eyes. Memories from many years ago flashed through his mind, and his heart couldn't help but stir. It was her!
Rena got into an entanglement with a big shot when she was drunk one night. She needed Waylen's help while he was drawn to her youthful beauty. As such, what was supposed to be a one-night stand progressed into something serious. All was well until Rena discovered that Waylen's heart belonged to another woman. When his first love returned, he stopped coming home, leaving Rena all alone for many nights. She put up with it until she received a check and farewell note one day. Contrary to how Waylen expected her to react, Rena had a smile on her face as she bid him farewell. "It was fun while it lasted, Waylen. May our paths never cross. Have a nice life." But as fate would have it, their paths crossed again. This time, Rena had another man by her side. Waylen's eyes burned with jealousy. He spat, "How the hell did you move on? I thought you loved only me!" "Keyword, loved!" Rena flipped her hair back and retorted, "There are plenty of fish in the sea, Waylen. Besides, you were the one who asked for a breakup. Now, if you want to date me, you have to wait in line." The next day, Rena received a credit alert of billions and a diamond ring. Waylen appeared again, got down on one knee, and uttered, "May I cut in line, Rena? I still want you."
To the public, Arabella was Owen's trusty secretary who catered to all his needs and served as the primary blood donor of his beloved, who was in a coma. Behind closed doors, she was Owen's submissive wife. Arabella was quiet and obedient, and she endured every humiliation without a word of protest. Rumored to be a neat freak, Owen had tossed the last woman who had dared to kiss him into the river. Yet he pinned Arabella against the wall and demanded, "Give me a child, and I’ll let you go!" Arabella pushed him away and flashed him a cold smile. "You are not worthy!"
Book Ravenna was born a disgrace-wolf-less, exiled, and left for dead by her own pack. But death refused her. Rescued after a near-death incident, she awakens with untapped powers, far more dangerous than any wolf. Stolen away by Alpha Darius, a ruthless leader feared across all packs, their meeting sparks chaos: they're fated mates. Bound by a prophecy drenched in blood, Ravenna discovers her lineage holds the key to either salvation or destruction. With an ancient war on the horizon and dark forces hunting her, Ravenna must decide-embrace the unstoppable force within her or let it consume them all.
Once upon a time, there were two kingdoms once at peace. The kingdom of Salem and the kingdom of Mombana... Until the day, the king of Mombana passed away and a new monarch took over, Prince Cone. Prince Cone, has always been hungry for more power and more and more. After his coronation, he attacked Salem. The attack was so unexpected, Salem never prepared for it. They were caught off guard. The king and Queen was killed, the prince was taken into slavery. The people of Salem that survived the war was enslaved, their land taken from them. Their women were made sex slaves. They lost everything, including their land. Evil befall the land of Salem in form of Prince Cone, and the prince of Salem in his slavery was filled with so much rage. The prince of Salem, Prince Lucien swore revenge. 🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳 Ten years later, thirty-years old Lucien and his people raided a coup and escaped slavery. They went into hiding and recuperated. They trained day and night under the leadership of the fearless and cold Lucien who was driven with everything in him to get back their land, and take Mombana land too. It took them five years before they ambushed and attacked Mombana. They killed Prince Cone and reclaimed everything. As they screamed out their victory, Lucien's eyes found and pinned the proud princess of Mombana. Princess Danika. The daughter of Prince Cone. As Lucien stared at her with the coldest eyes anyone can ever possess, he felt victory for the first time. He walked to the princess with the slave collar he'd won for ten years rattling in his hand as he walked. He reached close to her and with a swift movement, he collared her neck. Then, he tilted her chin up, staring into the bluest eyes and the most beautiful face ever created, he gave her a cold smile. "You are my acquisition. My slave. My sex slave. My property. I will pay you in spades, everything you and your father ever did to me and my people." He stated curtly. Pure hatred, coldness and victory was the only emotion on his face. .
In her previous life, Kimberly endured the betrayal of her husband, the cruel machinations of an evil woman, and the endless tyranny of her in-laws. It culminated in the bankruptcy of her family, and ultimately, her death. After being reborn, she resolved to seek retribution against those who had wronged her, and ensure her family's prosperity. To her shock, the most unattainable man from her past suddenly set his sights on her. "You may have overlooked me before, but I shall capture your heart this time around."