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In the glittering world of high society, secrets lurk beneath the surface, and trust is a rare commodity. Emilia Carter, a determined financial analyst, stumbles upon a web of corruption while investigating a prestigious charity led by the enigmatic billionaire Alexander Sterling. As she digs deeper, she uncovers more than she bargained for-both in terms of the criminal empire she's exposed and the undeniable chemistry between herself and Alexander. With danger closing in and their lives at stake, Emilia and Alexander must navigate a treacherous path of deception and betrayal. Their growing attraction complicates their mission and forces them to confront their own secrets. As they join forces to take down a formidable adversary, they must decide whether their love can survive the ultimate test of trust and betrayal. Secrets of the Billionaire's Heart is a gripping billionaire romance filled with suspense, intrigue, and a passionate love story that will keep you on the edge of your seat until the very last page.
The grand chamber was alive with spangling lights and lively music. Emilia Carter peered out over the ocean of well- dressed guests mingling below, trying to ignore the growing apprehension in her stomach. As a fiscal critic, she was no foreigner to high society festivals like this bone
. But probing the veritably charity hosting the event added an uncomfortable edge. According to the records, commodity was not adding up in their finances. Her job was to uncover what - or who was responsible. But digging deeper meant defying the riddle at the center of it all billionaire philanthropist Alexander Sterling. Her aspect
scrutinized the crowd until she spotted him, incontinently drawing all eyes. Indeed in a room of fat elites, Sterling commanded attention with his poised manner and handsome charm. Emilia watched as he painlessly worked the room, witching
each person with a many words and a smile. What secrets lie beneath the polished veneer, she wondered. Only one way to find out. Steeling her jitters, Emilia made her way over and introduced herself. Sterling's pale blue eyes rated her with polite curiosity." Miss Carter. I do not believe we have had the pleasure." His deep voice held an interesting accentuation, meliorated yet carrying an edge of riddle. They made polite small talk, though Emilia tasted his alertness went deeper. There was an intensity to Sterling, as if he missed little. Her questions about the charity's charge were adroitly answered, revealing nothing of the inconsistencies puzzling her. All the while, she felt the charged energy between them, a pull that had nothing to do with business. Just also, a foamy laugh drew their attention. A statuesque golden draped herself on Sterling's arm possessively." Darling, you simply must introduce me to your fascinating friend." Emilia tasted history in the way they looked at one another, though it sounded simulated. Was there more beneath the face than met the eye? As Sterling made the prolusions, Emilia saw her occasion." It was lovely chatting, but duty calls. I hope to speak again soon." With a polite nod, she slipped back into the crowd, her mind now alive with further questions than answers. One thing was clear - the pieces of this mystification were far more privately connected than she ever could have imagined. How's this for the opening chapter? I aimed to set the stage with conspiracy, establish the main characters and their first hassle, hint at the implicit magnet and complications, all while leaving some secrets still innumerous. Please let me know if you would like me to modify or expand anything. I can also shoot drafts of fresh chapters as the story progresses. Emilia swirled the champagne in her glass, keeping a close watch on Sterling from across the chamber. The golden - presumably his current paramour - had possessed a group of benefactors, throwing her head back in lyrical horselaugh. Meanwhile, Sterling scrutinized the crowd with a rehearsed eye, percolating an royal charm. But beneath the polished persona, she tasted darkness, secrets yet innumerous. Drawing near, she eavesdropped the rearmost hot gossip - Sterling's high- profile rollicking, lavish parties, mysterious peregrination abroad. It sounded the man was oriented to court conspiracy. But Emilia knew better than to trust rumors at face value. Data were demanded, the kind that did not make the tabloid captions. Just also, she spotted her opening. The seductive golden had whisked Sterling onto the cotillion bottom, leaving a group of society dowagers in her wake. fleetly fitting herself into the discussion, Emilia schmoozed with rehearsed ease." awful event tonight. I must recommend Mr. Sterling for his fidelity to good causes." The women chortled like pixies." Oh, I suppose Sterling's fidelity lies away." One lowered her voice conspiratorially." Word has it his rearmost fling will not last long. You know his type noway do." While Emilia suspected more snide layers beneath Sterling's polished veneer, gossip would not foster her case." No doubt his focus remains on charitable workshop. Now, about those rearmost fundraiser figures." Her deft steering paid off, yielding useful fiscal perceptivity. But her mind returned to Sterling as the party wound down, further mystifications in need of working. maybe it was time for a more direct approach. The coming evening set up Emilia at Sterling's satiny town extension. Would she find the answers she sought, or simply further questions? Only one way to discover the secrets of Alexander Sterling. Emilia peered up at the luxurious extension, feeling both anxious and determined. She'd maneuvered this meeting by spinning tales of charitable cooperation ideas. Now was the time for verity. The metallic doors slid open to reveal Alexander Sterling in an perfectly acclimatized suit, his ever-present charm on full display." Miss Carter, what a affable surprise. Please, come in." The space was an elegant emulsion of ultramodern luxury and quaint majesty. Artworks by masters adorned the walls, priceless antique furnishings blended with satiny technology. Yet for all its substance, an air of loneliness dallied. " Thank you for seeing me on similar short notice, Mr. Sterling, " Emilia began, cutting to the chase. " I have come across some irregularities in your foundation's fiscal records. If you could exfoliate some light -" A brief flutter passed over Sterling's features, gone as snappily as it came." I assure you, all is in order. But please, feel free to check to your heart's content." His insouciance set Emilia further on edge." With respect, I do not suppose deception serves either of us. commodity is not adding up and I aim to find out what." Sterling rated her with keen interest, a trace of admiration mingling with computation. This was easily not the response he anticipated." veritably well. I meant only to cover the charity's character. Why do not we bandy over drinks?" As the evening wore on amid brandy and secrets unveiled, Emilia tasted Sterling's walls sluggishly worsening. further questions arose than answers, the mystifications heightening along with their charged connection. What deeper layers remained retired, and why? Only by unravelling the involved vestments would verity be set up. But at what cost? The hours sounded to dissolve as Emilia and Sterling spoke by the fluttering firelight, circercling near to the core of the matter. A compassionate man shone through the precisely constructed veneer, though murk dallied in his haunted aspect
. At last, the secrets tumbled out- of shadowy deals, hidden provocations, and troubles that now hovered to gulf them both. Sterling had intended only to help the less fortunate, yet fell prey to the involved web of another's schemes. Now, it sounded, that web had drawn them both deep within its clutches. As the dears burned low, Emilia understood Sterling's plea for discretion held deeper meaning than image alone. Lives other than her own could be at stake if the full verity came to light. Dare she place her trust in this enigmatic foreigner, despite the warnings of her suspicion? A sense of participated pitfall had formed a fragile bond between them, yet peril remained each around. Would Sterling prove supporter or adversary in unravelling the falsehoods? Only time would tell. For now, she had picked enough vestments to begin picking at the seams of the lesser deception. The pounding at the extension door shattered the quiet of the late hour. Before Sterling could reply, fortified men burst into the moonlit room, assault rifles glinting in the darkness." Do not move!" snarled the leader, training his armament on Sterling." Alexander Black, you are coming with us." As Sterling stood frozen, another man dived at Emilia with a cloth soaked in chloroform. She plodded with all her might, knowledge fading, the last thing she saw was Sterling's agonized cry as she tumbled into darkness.
My name is Katia, and I am just trying to survive until my fated mate arrives. Which may be easier said than done. Rejectection is the last straw. Whispering my acceptance of his rejection. I run through the pack house, out across the manicured lawn into the forest. "I'm sorry, my sweet girl," I say to my wolf. I'm sorry you have been stuck with me and have had to suffer everything I have. She whispers," it's not your fault, Katia. We came to a cliff with a waterfall. The hurt keeps pounding at me. I need it to stop. My sweet girl, and I just want peace, I keep running and leap off the cliff. Spreading my arms wide, with tears streaming down my face, I fall, not making a sound, waiting for sweet oblivion where we feel nothing ever again. "I love you, my sweet girl! Until we meet again, "My wolf replied just before we hit the water, "I love you too, Katia. I have never regretted a moment with you." The Snow Moon pack is having their last barbecue of the summer next to the waterfall on their land. The adults are laughing and joking while watching the pups play. The alpha, beta, and gamma are swimming with some of the older children and playing a game of Marco Polo. Someone yells, "Oh my goddess, someone just jumped over the waterfall!" Everyone is frozen as they watch what looks to be a child falling arms spread wide, no one makes a sound. The small body hits the water like a plane crashing into the side of a mountain. The alpha, beta, and gamma, spring into action, swimming towards the area the person went under. The alpha is screaming his wolf is going crazy repeating, "Find her. Find her...find her!" They dive and the beta surfaces with a small person in his arms. Alpha takes the girl from his beta, laying her on the ground. The men are shocked by what they see. She is covered in scars and injuries. Her body is twisted and broken. The Beta asks, "Who could have done this to someone so defenseless?" Alpha drops to his knees, repeating, "MATE...MATE...MATE!"
They don't know I'm a girl. They all look at me and see a boy. A prince. Their kind purchase humans like me for their lustful desires. And, when they stormed into our kingdom to buy my sister, I intervened to protect her. I made them take me too. The plan was to escape with my sister whenever we found a chance. How was I to know our prison would be the most fortified place in their kingdom? I was supposed to be on the sidelines. The one they had no real use for. The one they never meant to buy. But then, the most important person in their savage land-their ruthless beast king-took an interest in the "pretty little prince." How do we survive in this brutal kingdom, where everyone hates our kind and shows us no mercy? And how does someone, with a secret like mine, become a lust slave? . AUTHOR'S NOTE. This is a dark romance-dark, mature content. Highly rated 18+ Expect triggers, expect hardcore. If you're a seasoned reader of this genre, looking for something different, prepared to go in blindly not knowing what to expect at every turn, but eager to know more anyway, then dive in! . From the author of the international bestselling book: "The Alpha King's Hated Slave."
"Ahh!" She was in a moaning mess. She did not want to feel anything for this man. She hated him. His hands began to move all over her body. She gasped when he pulled down the back chain of her dress. The chain stopped at her lower waist, so when he zipped it off, her upper back and waist were exposed. "D-Don't touch m-ummm!" His fingers rolled around her bare back, and she pressed her head against the pillow. His touches were giving her goosebumps all over her body. With a deep angry voice, he whispered in her ear, "I am going to make you forget his touches, kisses, and everything. Every time you touch another man, you will only think of me." - - - Ava Adler was a nerdy omega. People bullied her because they thought she was ugly and unattractive. But Ava secretly loved the bad boy, Ian Dawson. He was the future Alpha of the Mystic Shadow Pack. However, he doesn't give a damn about rules and laws, as he only likes to play around with girls. Ava was unaware of Ian's arrogance until her fate intertwined with his. He neglected her and hurt her deeply. What would happen when Ava turned out to be a beautiful girl who could win over any boy, and Ian looked back and regretted his decisions? What if she had a secret identity that she had yet to discover? What if the tables turned and Ian begged her not to leave him?
Lucia Balstone thought she had chosen the right man to spend the rest of her life with, but he was the one who ended her life. Their ten-year marriage seemed like a joke when her husband stabbed her with a dagger. Fortunately, God is never blind to people's tears. Lucia got a second chance. She was reborn at the age of 22, before all the terrible things had happened. This time, she was determined to avenge herself and let those who hurt her pay! She made an elaborate list of her goals, and the first thing on her list was to marry her ex-husband's enemy, Alonso Callen!
"Is it considered betrayal to develop feelings for your best friend's boyfriend? What about when fate intervenes, and he turns out to be your destined mate? You might think it's luck and thank the moon goddess for such a twist of fate. That's what I believed until the love of my life uttered those dreaded words: 'I want a divorce!' As I stared at the pregnancy test in my hands, I realized it was better to keep my secret to myself. My name is Violet, and this is my story."
Yelena discovered that she wasn't her parents' biological child. After seeing through their ploy to trade her as a pawn in a business deal, she was sent away to her barren birthplace. There, she stumbled upon her true origins—a lineage of historic opulence. Her real family showered her with love and adoration. In the face of her so-called sister's envy, Yelena conquered every adversity and took her revenge, all while showcasing her talents. She soon caught the attention of the city's most eligible bachelor. He cornered Yelena and pinned her against the wall. “It's time to reveal your true identity, darling.”