Madison Hartley never expected to inherit her family's struggling business empire at just twenty-four. With debts piling up and no lifeline in sight, she's willing to do whatever it takes to save Hartley Corporation -even if it means marrying Manhattan's most ruthless billionaire. Alexander Grayson is a man who always gets what he wants. Cold, calculating, and irresistibly handsome, he accepts the contract Madison proposes that promises to solve both their problems. For Madison, it's a lifeline; for Alexander, it's the perfect cover for his own hidden motives. But as their fake marriage blurs into something dangerously real, Madison discovers that love may come at a higher cost than she ever imagined. Will she rush her heart to save her legacy, or will the secrets between them destroy everything? In a city where power and passion collide, nothing is what it seems.
The city's skyline, stood against the early morning sky, creating shadows against the growing light. Dawn was creeping in, painting the sky with soft colors like lavender and pink. I could hear the sounds of traffic starting to pick up, the engines humming in the distance as the city woke up.
Inside, my room was still dark, but the sun was sneaking through the curtains, casting patterns on the floor. The room felt quiet, No alarm, just intrusive rays of sunlight creeping through the drawn shades. Blinking away the remnants of a heavy night, a deep, unfamiliar voice shattered my drowsiness. It took moments before I recognized the voice. Damn! I thought I told this asshole to leave before I woke up.
"Good morning, babe." The voice filled the room, blending with the headache I was having. God, I was in no mood for this. A man stood at the foot of the bed, holding out coffee and biscuits he'd procured from the hotel.
"Shit" I muttered, trying to piece together the events of last night while tracing the silhouette of the man before me. He was hot, but I don't do twice. He leaned in planting a kiss on my forehead and I shifted uneasily on the bed as I accepted the coffee with a forced smile, hoping the caffeine might jolt my senses back to reality. The sheets on the bed were a mess, evidence of last night. I groaned. I did not just let a one-night stand sleep over till the next morning!
"Babe, last night was amazing. I love how you sound," he praised, trailing kisses along my neck.
"Mhmm," my response tinged with discomfort, trying to create distance.
"I still remember the sensation from slipping into you. Girl, you make my heart skip beats."
"You're awful in bed, are you aware?" Anything. I need to say something for him to leave. "I mean, just...the worst." I sat up straight, looking straight at him. But it wasn't entirely a lie. His performance failed to meet my expectations.
"What? What do you mean? Did...did I not take you there?" He stood up, glaring at me, his face a mixture of disbelief and offense as he rose from the bed.
"Look what I've stooped to. Having sex with a random stranger who can't even make me cum. Just wow." With the weight of the financial burden on my slender shoulders, I had to work tirelessly day and night to keep the business afloat. But it seems all I was doing was just in vain because I hardly saw results. I barely even have time for myself or any sort of personal affairs, with my main goal of increasing Hartley's cooperation revenue and paying off my family's debt. But then, man was no log.
No matter how hard you work, at some point, you have to crave into nature's call...satisfy your burning desires. Which was what I did. I hit the club as much as I could whenever I had the time, took shots, and always woke up with a new face on my bed. I never repeat sex because some men just want to cling onto you like a leech, and with the way I'm seeing this, this douchebag face wants to ask me to be his girlfriend. Maybe I needed to remind him what I said last night. "What is it you say your name was, again?" I asked him with a sick sweet smile
He paused, a flicker of uncertainty clouding his expression for a brief moment. "It's Darren," he replied, his tone faltering slightly.
"Ah, right. Darren," I echoed, the name hanging in the air as I scrambled to gather my bearings in the room, still in disarray from the night by the way. His name meant little to me, just another addition to the list of forgettable encounters that blurred together in a whirlwind of many hazy nights.
"You know what?" I begin, "Darren, could you do me a favor? Grab me a hot towel, would you? I think I left it in the other room."
His eyebrows furrowed "Sure, I can get that for you."
"Thanks, appreciate it," I say with a forced smile, maintaining an air of nonchalance as I edged towards the bathroom, my heart pounding with urgency. I needed an escape.
With practiced finesse, I rushed into the bathroom and hastily wrapped myself in a bath towel, the cool fabric a welcome shield against the unease that permeated the air. With silent haste, I scanned the room for an alternate escape route. My gaze landed on the window, "ah, great!" I muttered and let out a slow breath, the faint echo of Darren's confusion resonating in my mind.
"You know, Madison," he began tentatively, his voice carrying a weight of vulnerability, "last night wasn't just a casual thing for me." It was moments like these I despised. Moments where a man sleeps with you once and finally decides he's in love with you. It was moments like these when the weight of my responsibilities collided with the hollow encounters I sought in an attempt to escape the suffocating grasp of reality. I couldn't afford to handle love and Hartley Corps. I mean, I don't even know if I can love again after all that I've gone through. So when I see the men I sleep with start developing these feelings, oh boy do I peel and free myself from the tangled web of obligations,
Meanwhile, Darren's footsteps echoed outside the bathroom door, his muffled voice calling out, "I found the towels, but I'm not sure which one you wanted. Or...how you want them either"
Panic surged within me as I glanced back at the window, contemplating my next move. Should I or should I not? And what are the pros and cons that if I should maybe take a wrong step and slip or fall, I won't break my neck, my hands, or any other important part of my body, get bedridden for years, and maybe worse fade scenario, I die.
Carmen Wade thought she had it all-a perfect job, a loyal best friend, and a husband she adored. Everything was perfect! But her world shatters the night she discovers her husband's ultimate betrayal with her best friend, Millie. Fearing Carmen will expose their affair, the two decide to kill her, forcing her into an oncoming truck. She bleeds to death. But when Carmen opens her eyes, she's no longer in her own world. She's been reborn as Lady Daphne Vasquez-The infamous villainess from her favorite fantasy novel, destined to meet a brutal end in the hands of her fiancé. Determined to change her fate, Carmen (now Daphne) shocks the kingdom by first calling off her engagement with Lord Michael Ruiz, who bears an uncanny resemblance to her treacherous husband, Cody Wade. Her actions draw the attention of King Rafe Crowe, a powerful ruler from a neighboring land who becomes suspicious of Daphne's sudden transformation. As Carmen navigates a world of greedy nobles and magic, she must use her knowledge of the story's end to outsmart those who would see her fall, including her former fiancé and the heroine of the novel-who eerily mirrors Millie. But her greatest challenge may be resisting the charm of King Rafe, whose keen eyes seem to see right through her facade and changing the narrative of the story she once knew it's end. In a world where allies and enemies blend together, Carmen's second chance at life becomes a high-stakes game of survival, vengeance, unexpected romance and avoiding a dark prophecy.
"I Love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul" There is no greater atrocity than falling in love with your younger sister's husband. When Nayan agrees to move in with her younger sister, Naomi, to assist during the final month of her pregnancy, she devotes herself to caring for her soon-to-be-born niece. However, after the baby is born, Naomi begins to act irresponsibly, frequently going out and returning late at night, leaving her newborn at home for Nayan to care for. Despite initially being unprepared for this role, Nayan steps up to take responsibility for her niece and, in the process, inadvertently falls in love with Naomi's husband.
"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?
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!"
Warning! Mature Contents! ***Excerpt*** "You belong to me, Sheila. I alone am capable of making you feel this way. Your moans and body belong to me. Your soul and your body are all mine!" *** Alpha Killian Reid, the most dreaded Alpha in all of the North, wealthy, powerful and widely feared in the supernatural world, was the envy of all other packs. He was thought to have it all... power, fame, wealth and favour from the moon goddess, little was it known to his rivals that he has been under a curse, which has been kept a secret for so many years, and only the one with the gift of the moon goddess can lift the curse. Sheila, the daughter of Alpha Lucius who was an arch enemy to Killian, had grown up with so much hatred, detest and maltreatment from her father. She was the fated mate to Alpha Killian. He refused to reject her, yet he loathed her and treated her poorly, because he was in love with another woman, Thea. But one of these two women was the cure to his curse, while the other was an enemy within. How would he find out? Let's find out in this heart racing piece, filled with suspense, steamy romance and betrayal.
Due to the plight of her family, Phoebe had no choice but to embark on the path of selling herself. In an accident, she had a tangled night with Alexander. Everything began to derail, and even if she fled to the ends of the earth, she would still be found by him and entangled... *** Phoebe screamed in frustration, "What do you want from me?" What was this supposed to be? He raised an eyebrow wickedly. "What do I want? You'll find out soon enough." With that, he hoisted her up and carried her back into the office. The door slammed shut with a kick, and he cleared the desk with a sweep of his arm before laying her down on it, his body pinning hers in place, completely trapping her in his grasp. Every cell in his body was telling him he wanted her. He wanted to claim her again. This time, there would be no escape for her-he wouldn't let her slip away. Never again. If he had suffered for five years, then this woman wouldn't get off easily either!
"I've warned you from the beginning. Don't marry him, but you won't listen." She stood close to me and smiled with concern. "You are not a woman worthy of a man as handsome, rich, smart, and virile as Blaze." My whole body trembled at her words. "Have you no shame?" I asked in a quivering voice. "Take a good look at yourself, Heather." She looked at me in the mirror. "You can't even look at your ugly face. Do you think Blaze can endure a lifetime of looking at that face?" Heather Bailey had a surprise from her husband that night: a divorce agreement. After a year of marriage and facing ups and downs, she couldn't believe Blaze intended to divorce her. But she was devastated when she saw him gazing lovingly at another woman because that person was closest to her. Shortly after she put her signature on their divorce papers, shock waves caught her up. Her flower shop was severely burnt, beyond repair. Her father's company collapsed, and her parents blamed her. She struggled to rebuild her life from the ground up and became more successful than ever. Having many customers who came from influential families, she started her action against Blaze. She won the very thing he wanted. But that was just the beginning.
Elena, once a pampered heiress, suddenly lost everything when the real daughter framed her, her fiancé ridiculed her, and her adoptive parents threw her out. They all wanted to see her fall. But Elena unveiled her true identity: the heiress of a massive fortune, famed hacker, top jewelry designer, secret author, and gifted doctor. Horrified by her glorious comeback, her adoptive parents demanded half her newfound wealth. Elena exposed their cruelty and refused. Her ex pleaded for a second chance, but she scoffed, “Do you think you deserve it?” Then a powerful magnate gently proposed, “Marry me?”