MATURE CONTENT: 18+ This book contains mature content. Readers are advised to be at least 18+ as some themes may be inappropriate or triggering for certain audiences. --- After years of guarding her heart, Aria Vale agrees to a no-strings-attached arrangement with Elliot Blackthorne, the cold and ruthless CEO of Blackthorne Atelier, the world's leading luxury fashion house. But when Elliot's manipulative ex-fiancée, Selene Cross, returns to reclaim her place in his life, Aria is forced to confront her growing feelings and the man who refuses to admit his own.
ARIA VALE
There are two kinds of people who walk into Blackthorne Atelier, those who belong there and those who never will. As I stand in the towering lobby of one of the world's most prestigious fashion houses, I wonder which category I'm about to fall into.
A woman in impossibly high heels clacks past me, her perfume lingering in the air like a cloud of judgment. I square my shoulders and tighten my grip on my leather portfolio.
Nerves churn in my stomach, but I've gotten good at hiding them. Confidence is part of the game in my line of work, and no matter how intimidating this place feels, I won't let it show.
"Ms. Vale?" The receptionist calls my name with an air of polite disinterest. She barely glances up from her computer. "Mr. Blackthorne will see you now. Top floor."
I nod, murmuring a quick thank you, and make my way to the elevator. As the doors slide open, I step inside and take a deep breath. I've walked into high-stakes meetings before. CEOs, boardrooms, billion-dollar negotiations. I've seen it all. But Elliot Blackthorne? He's in a league of his own.
Everyone in the fashion industry knows his name. At thirty-four, he's built Blackthorne Atelier into an international powerhouse, a brand synonymous with luxury, precision, and perfection.
His suits are as sharp as his reputation, impeccable, impossible to ignore, and utterly untouchable. He's the man who single-handedly saved his family's legacy and turned it into an empire, all while making headlines for his icy demeanor and the women desperate to crack his armor.
The elevator dings, and the doors open to reveal the top floor, a sprawling, glass-walled office space with panoramic views of New York City. The air smells like expensive leather and something faintly citrus. For a moment, I'm distracted by the skyline stretching out ahead of me.
For exactly three seconds, I allow myself to marvel at the view. New York City sprawls below like a glittering promise of ambition and chaos, but I don't have time to admire it. A sharp voice, smooth and commanding, cuts through the air, pulling me into the present.
"I don't care how much they're asking," Elliot Blackthorne growls, his tone clipped. "If that shipment isn't here by tomorrow, heads will roll. Do I make myself clear?"
I freeze mid-step as I take in the room. Elliot stands with his back to me, silhouetted against the wall of windows, phone pressed to his ear. Even from behind, he's a commanding figure, broad shoulders encased in a charcoal-gray suit, every inch of him exuding power.
But it's not just him that catches my attention. I quickly notice four women standing nervously off to the side, each clutching sleek black folders. Their posture varies, one fidgets with her sleeve, another bites her lower lip, but they all wear the same tense, uncertain expression. Like they're waiting to be judged.
I hesitate. Am I supposed to join them? My stomach twists at the sight of the others, consultants, assistants, interns? I don't know, but they all look as if they've been handpicked for this moment. One of them glances over at me, her gaze sharp and assessing, as though she's already sizing up the competition.
I take a slow breath, refusing to let their nerves infect me, and quietly make my way over to join them. I might not know why we're all here, but I'm not about to show weakness.
Elliot's voice rises slightly, his frustration palpable. "I don't care if the supplier's on vacation. Find him. Wake him up. Bribe him. Do whatever you have to, but if those fabrics aren't in my office by tomorrow morning, I'll pull every one of his accounts from our list."
He disconnects the call with a sharp flick of his hand, muttering something under his breath before turning toward us.
And that's when I see him....really see him.
Pictures in magazines, photoshoots in glossy editorials, and perfectly curated TV appearances did him no justice. Up close, Elliot Blackthorne is something else entirely.
His suit fits like it was stitched directly onto him, every line sharp and deliberate. His dark hair gleams under the sunlight spilling into the office, neatly styled but with just enough disarray to hint at something less controlled.
And then there are his eyes. Steely gray and piercing, they flicker across the room, pausing momentarily on me before shifting to the others. My breath hitches, just for a second, but I quickly recover, locking my expression into something neutral.
"Good. You're all here."
His voice cuts through the silence, as crisp and sharp as the edge of a blade. He steps forward, sliding his hands into his pockets with the kind of effortless confidence that takes years to perfect.
"Let me make one thing very clear," he says, his gaze sweeping over us like a spotlight. "I don't have time to waste, and neither do you. I expect results, not excuses. If you're standing in this room, it means I think you might be capable of fixing what's broken. But the truth is, most of you won't make the cut."
One of the girls shifts nervously, and Elliot's gaze lands on her. She freezes under the weight of it, her face flushing.
"Which brings me to the point," he continues, pacing slightly in front of us. "Blackthorne Atelier is on the brink of its most important merger yet. I'm not interested in half-measures or hand-holding. Whoever earns their place here will work harder than they ever have in their lives. If you're not up for that, leave now."
His words hang in the air, daring someone to step back. No one moves.
I stand tall, refusing to be intimidated. My job isn't to impress Elliot Blackthorne with charm or theatrics. I'm here because I'm damn good at what I do, and if there's anyone who can fix the chaos lurking beneath his empire, it's me.
Elliot's gaze finally settles on me. For a long moment, he says nothing, and I resist the urge to squirm under his scrutiny. It's like being pinned under a magnifying glass, hot, uncomfortable, and revealing.
He doesn't look away, as if testing my resolve.
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WARNING : Matured contents !!! 18+ This book contains a lot of steamy contents and profanities, it doesn't get boring, it only gets hotter. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . "Fuck ," Keir moaned as he placed his hand on her head motioning her to reduce her pace as she was at the edge of making him loose his mind but she didn't stop rather she continued gagging on his dick swiftly and at interval she would meet his eyes with a smile on her face. "Damn," Keir moaned again this time loudly as he released into her mouth, watching her take all of him as she swallowed. He didn't know how they had gotten here but he was pleased, his parents had organized a get together with all their shareholders and as usual Octavia had suggested they go have their own meeting in his office. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . "Why are you looking at me like that?" Octavia asked with a puzzled look, did her statement sound offensive to him. "I am just thinking of when you would stop talking, so I can bend you over on that table over there and fuck you from behind with your thong still in place till your legs begin to tremble," Keir smirked leaning into his seat. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Octavia Cosmo and Keir Hydra are childhood friends, they come to a compromise after being in a series of unhealthy relationships with their past partners to be in a friend's with benefits situation to satisfy their sexual urge. They keep at it for some while till Octavia realize she might be in love with Keir when he informs her he wants to call off their agreement off as he is now in love. Will she let him go or do the untold to keep their agreement permanent?
In order to fulfill her grandfather's last wish, Stella entered into a hasty marriage with an ordinary man she had never met before. However, even after becoming husband and wife on paper, they each led separate lives, barely crossing paths. A year later, Stella returned to Seamarsh City, hoping to finally meet her mysterious husband. To her astonishment, he sent her a text message, unexpectedly pleading for a divorce without ever having met her in person. Gritting her teeth, Stella replied, "So be it. Let’s get a divorce!" Following that, Stella made a bold move and joined the Prosperity Group, where she became a public relations officer that worked directly for the company’s CEO, Matthew. The handsome and enigmatic CEO was already bound in matrimony, and was known to be unwaveringly devoted to his wife in private. Unbeknownst to Stella, her mysterious husband was actually her boss, in his alternate identity! Determined to focus on her career, Stella deliberately kept her distance from the CEO, although she couldn't help but notice his deliberate attempts to get close to her. As time went on, her elusive husband had a change of heart. He suddenly refused to proceed with the divorce. When would his alternate identity be uncovered? Amidst a tumultuous blend of deception and profound love, what destiny awaited them?
Joelle thought she could change Adrian's heart after three years of marriage, but she realized too late that it already belonged to another woman. "Give me a baby, and I'll set you free." The day Joelle went into labor, Adrian was traveling with his mistress on his private jet. "I don't care whom you love. My debt is paid. From now on, we have nothing to do with each other." Not long after Joelle left, Adrian found himself begging on his knees. "Please come back to me."
When they met again, Jason cast aside his paranoia and pride, warmly embracing Chelsey. "Please, come back to me?" For three years, she had been his secretary by day and his companion by night. Chelsey had always complied with his requests, like an obedient pet. However, when Jason declared his plans to marry another, she chose to stop loving him and to let go. But life took unexpected turns. His unyielding pursuit, her pregnancy, and her mother's greed gradually pushed her to the brink. Eventually, she endured tremendous suffering. Five years later, when she returned, she was no longer the woman she once was. Yet he had spiraled into five years of chaos.
"I, Sophia Addison, of the Crescent Moon Pack, deny your rejection, Jacob Carter." I smiled triumphantly at him and he just glared at me. I can hear loud gasps and whispers throughout the place. They cannot believe that their goody-two-shoes of a senior year president is rejecting me in front of everybody. What goody-two-shoes? More like a two faced jerk! That is why, here I am, denying his rejection. Oh well, I refuse to suffer alone. So...let us both suffer together my dear 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."
There was only one man in Raegan's heart, and it was Mitchel. In the second year of her marriage to him, she got pregnant. Raegan's joy knew no bounds. But before she could break the news to her husband, he served her divorce papers because he wanted to marry his first love. After an accident, Raegan lay in the pool of her own blood and called out to Mitchel for help. Unfortunately, he left with his first love in his arms. Raegan escaped death by the whiskers. Afterward, she decided to get her life back on track. Her name was everywhere years later. Mitchel became very uncomfortable. For some reason, he began to miss her. His heart ached when he saw her all smiles with another man. He crashed her wedding and fell to his knees while she was at the altar. With bloodshot eyes, he queried, "I thought you said your love for me is unbreakable? How come you are getting married to someone else? Come back to me!"