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?
On the day of their wedding anniversary, Joshua's mistress drugged Alicia, and she ended up in a stranger's bed. In one night, Alicia lost her innocence, while Joshua's mistress carried his child in her womb. Heartbroken and humiliated, Alicia demanded a divorce, but Joshua saw it as yet another tantrum. When they finally parted ways, she went on to become a renowned artist, sought out and admired by everyone. Consumed by regret, Joshua darkened her doorstep in hopes of reconciliation, only to find her in the arms of a powerful tycoon. "Say hello to your sister-in-law."
The day Lilah found out that she was pregnant, she caught her fiancé cheating on her. Her remorseless fiancé and his mistress almost killed her. Lilah fled for her dear life. When she returned to her hometown five years later, she happened to save a little boy's life. The boy's father turned out to be the world's richest man. Everything changed for Lilah from that moment. The man didn't let her experience any inconvenience. When her ex-fiancé bullied her, he crushed the scumbag's family and also rented out an entire island just to give Lilah a break from all the drama. He also taught Lilah's hateful father a lesson. He crushed all her enemies before she even asked. When Lilah's vile sister threw herself at him, he showed her a marriage certificate and said, "I'm happily married and my wife is much more beautiful than you are!" Lilah was shocked. "When did we ever get married? Last I checked, I was still single." With a wicked smile, he said, "Honey, we've been married for five years. Isn't it about time we had another child together?" Lilah's jaw dropped to the floor. What the hell was he talking about?
"You're a creepy bastard." His eyes smolder me and his answering grin is nothing short of beautiful. Deadly. "Yet you hunger for me. Tell me, this appetite of yours, does it always tend toward 'creepy bastards'?" **** Widower and ex-boss to the Mafia, Zefiro Della Rocca, has an unhealthy fixation on the woman nextdoor. It began as a coincidence, growing into mere curiosity, and soon, it was an itch he couldn't ignore, like a quick fix of crack for an addict. He didn't know her name, but he knew every inch of her skin, how it flushed when she climaxed, her favourite novel and that every night she contemplated suicide. He didn't want to care, despising his rapt fascination of the woman. She was in love with her abusive husband. She was married, bound by a contract to the Bratva's hitman. She was off-limits. But when Zefiro wanted something, it was with an intensity that bordered on madness. He obsessed, possessed, owned. There'd be bloodshed if he touched her, but the sight of blood always did fascinate him. * When Susanna flees from her husband, she stumbles right into the arms of her devilishly handsome neighbour with a brooding glare. He couldn't stand her, but she needed him, if she was ever going to escape her husband who now wanted her dead. Better the devil you know than the angel you don't. She should have recalled that before hopping into Zefiro's car and letting him whisk her away to Italy. Maybe then, she wouldn't have started an affair with him. He was the only man who touched her right, and the crazy man took no small pains in ensuring he would be the last.
Dear readers, this book has resumed daily updates. It took Sabrina three whole years to realize that her husband, Tyrone didn't have a heart. He was the coldest and most indifferent man she had ever met. He never smiled at her, let alone treated her like his wife. To make matters worse, the return of the woman he had eyes for brought Sabrina nothing but divorce papers. Sabrina's heart broke. Hoping that there was still a chance for them to work on their marriage, she asked, "Quick question,Tyrone. Would you still divorce me if I told you that I was pregnant?" "Absolutely!" he responded. Realizing that she didn't mean shit to him, Sabrina decided to let go. She signed the divorce agreement while lying on her sickbed with a broken heart. Surprisingly, that wasn't the end for the couple. It was as if scales fell off Tyrone's eyes after she signed the divorce agreement. The once so heartless man groveled at her bedside and pleaded, "Sabrina, I made a big mistake. Please don't divorce me. I promise to change." Sabrina smiled weakly, not knowing what to do...
To the public, she was the CEO's executive secretary. Behind closed doors, she was the wife he never officially acknowledged. Jenessa was elated when she learned that she was pregnant. But that joy was replaced with dread as her husband, Ryan, showered his affections on his first love. With a heavy heart, she chose to set him free and leave. When they met again, Ryan's attention was caught by Jenessa's protruding belly. "Whose child are you carrying?!" he demanded. But she only scoffed. "It's none of your business, my dear ex-husband!"
"Miss Brown, I am the butler here at your service," the butler replied. "My master wants to buy the baby in your belly." "What?!" Does that mean the abortion didn't take place? Did they kidnap her from the operating table just to buy the baby? But why her? "You..." Alice was about to ask a question, but the man in front of her calmly continued, as if he had expected her question, "You're pregnant with his child, and he needs a child. That's all I can tell you." Alice was forced to sign a surrogacy contract and eight months later gave birth to two healthy babies. Fortunately, the man was unaware of her daughter's existence. It wasn't until five years later that fate brought them together again...