Celeste Ashcroft never expected to inherit the Ashcroft Dynasty-a sprawling global empire of luxury and power-until her father, the legendary magnate Harrison Ashcroft, is found murdered under mysterious circumstances. As she steps into the cutthroat corporate world, Celeste uncovers shocking truths about her father's dealings, the betrayal of trusted allies, and enemies hidden within her own family. With the enigmatic and dangerously alluring Dominic Vale by her side, Celeste must navigate a web of deception and ambition. To claim her throne, she must outwit those who seek to destroy her and transform from a grieving daughter into a ruler who commands respect-and fear.
The scent of roses lingered in the air, heavy and cloying. Celeste Ashcroft stood at the edge of the grave, her fingers gripping the steel handle of the black umbrella above her. Rain dripped steadily, mingling with the tears on her cheeks, though she made no effort to wipe them away. The crowd surrounding her was a sea of black coats and solemn faces, but Celeste felt utterly alone.
Harrison Ashcroft, her father, had been many things-visionary, titan, and for better or worse, a king in his domain. Now, he was just a memory, a lifeless body buried beneath layers of earth and ash. The service had been suffocating, filled with people whose names she barely knew, each of them eager to murmur condolences or secure their place in the fragile hierarchy left in the wake of her father's death.
The rain picked up, drumming against the fabric of her umbrella. Celeste's stepmother, Isabelle, stood a few feet away, her face a porcelain mask of grief. Dressed in a sleek black gown, Isabelle radiated an ethereal beauty that had always made her seem untouchable. Yet there was something in the coldness of her gaze that unsettled Celeste. It wasn't the grief of a widow. It was something else entirely-something calculated.
"Celeste."
The voice jolted her from her thoughts. Oliver Hale, her closest friend since childhood, stepped forward, his own umbrella tilted precariously to shield them both. His presence was steadying, though the worry etched on his face made her stomach tighten.
"They're all watching you," he whispered, his voice low enough to be drowned out by the rain.
Celeste didn't glance at the crowd. She didn't need to. The board members, the family rivals, the sycophants-they were all waiting for a sign of weakness. Her every move was being dissected, her every breath weighed against the legacy of her father. Harrison had always said that power came with a price. She was beginning to understand exactly what he meant.
"I don't care," she murmured, her voice steady despite the storm inside her. "Let them watch."
Oliver frowned, his green eyes dark with concern. "You should. They'll use anything they can against you."
He was right, of course. The vultures had already begun circling the moment Harrison's death was announced. Gregory Ashcroft, her uncle, had made it abundantly clear that he believed Celeste was unfit to lead. And while Isabelle hadn't said it outright, her cool indifference spoke volumes. Celeste was twenty-eight, barely experienced in the business world, and the last person anyone expected to take control of Ashcroft Industries.
Except for her father.
The memory of their last conversation struck her with the force of a tidal wave. It had been late, just a week before his death, and they'd been sitting in his study. The room had been dimly lit, the scent of his favorite cigar mingling with the faint aroma of aged leather.
"I built this empire for you," he'd said, his voice firm yet tinged with something that felt alarmingly like desperation. "Not Gregory. Not Isabelle. You, Celeste."
She'd argued, of course. She wasn't ready. She didn't want it. But Harrison had dismissed her protests with a wave of his hand. "You'll understand, one day. Power isn't about readiness. It's about seizing the moment."
That moment had come far too soon.
A hand on her elbow brought her back to the present. Oliver was watching her, his expression softening. "You don't have to stay here. Let's go."
Celeste nodded, more for his benefit than her own. She allowed him to guide her away from the grave, the wet grass squelching beneath their feet. The crowd parted as they walked, and Celeste could feel the weight of their gazes. Each step felt heavier than the last, as though the earth itself was conspiring to pull her down.
At the edge of the cemetery, a sleek black car awaited. Oliver opened the door for her, and she slid inside, the leather seats cold against her skin. The car smelled faintly of cedar and lemon, a sharp contrast to the oppressive atmosphere outside.
The door closed behind her, and for a brief moment, the world was silent. Celeste closed her eyes, leaning her head back against the seat. Her chest ached, not from grief, but from the overwhelming sense of responsibility that now loomed over her like a shadow.
The sound of the driver's door opening made her sit up. Oliver climbed in beside her, shaking rain from his umbrella before settling it on the floor.
"I know this is the last place you want to be, but we need to talk," he said, his tone gentle but firm.
Celeste turned to him, her brows knitting together. "About what?"
"About the company. The board is meeting tomorrow. Gregory's going to make a move, and you need to be ready."
The mention of her uncle's name made her stomach churn. Gregory Ashcroft was everything her father had warned her about-ambitious, cunning, and utterly devoid of loyalty. He'd spent years waiting for an opportunity to take control of Ashcroft Industries, and now, with Harrison gone, he saw his chance.
"What kind of move?" she asked, her voice sharper than she intended.
"Probably a vote of no confidence," Oliver replied. "He'll argue that you're inexperienced, that the company needs steady leadership during this transition."
"He's not wrong," Celeste admitted, bitterness creeping into her tone.
"That doesn't mean he's right," Oliver countered. "Your father believed in you, and so do I. But you need to show them you're serious. You can't let Gregory dictate the narrative."
Celeste's fingers curled into fists. She hated the thought of Gregory sitting in her father's chair, barking orders like he owned the place. Harrison had spent his life building Ashcroft Industries into a global powerhouse. It wasn't just a business-it was his legacy. Her legacy.
"I won't let him take it," she said, her voice steady.
Oliver nodded, a hint of relief flashing across his face. "Good. Then we need to prepare."
The car pulled up to the gates of the Ashcroft estate, a sprawling mansion that loomed like a fortress against the stormy sky. The wrought iron gates creaked open, and the car rolled up the long, winding driveway.
Inside, the house was eerily quiet. The usual hum of activity had been replaced by an oppressive stillness, as though the building itself was mourning its fallen king. Celeste stepped out of the car, her heels clicking against the marble floor as she entered the grand foyer.
Isabelle was waiting for her.
"Celeste," she said, her voice smooth and cool, like polished glass. "I'm glad you're back. We need to discuss tomorrow's meeting."
"I'm aware," Celeste replied, shrugging off her coat.
Isabelle's eyes flicked to Oliver, who lingered near the doorway like a silent sentinel. "I assume you've already been briefed?"
Celeste met her stepmother's gaze, refusing to flinch under the weight of her scrutiny. Isabelle was a master of subtle manipulation, a woman who could bend people to her will with nothing more than a pointed glance. But Celeste was no longer the timid girl who had once tiptoed around her father's new wife.
"I have," she said simply.
"Good." Isabelle's lips curved into a smile that didn't reach her eyes. "Then I trust you'll handle it appropriately. The board is expecting strength, not sentimentality."
"I'm aware of what they expect," Celeste said, her tone sharp.
Isabelle's smile faltered, just for a moment, before she regained her composure. "I'm sure you'll rise to the occasion. After all, you are your father's daughter."
Celeste said nothing, watching as Isabelle turned and glided up the grand staircase. The sound of her heels echoed through the cavernous space, a reminder of the battles yet to come.
Oliver approached, his expression grim. "She's not on your side, you know."
"I know," Celeste replied, her voice low.
"And Gregory?"
Her jaw tightened. "He's not my uncle anymore. He's my enemy."
Oliver placed a hand on her shoulder, his grip firm. "Then let's show them who they're dealing with."
Celeste nodded, her resolve hardening. She would not let them take what was hers. The Ashcroft legacy was built on power, and now, that power was hers to wield.
For better or worse, the heiress had risen.
Sofia DeLuca has spent her life running from her family's dark legacy, determined to carve out a life of her own. But when her estranged father, a notorious mafia don, is murdered, Sofia is pulled back into the criminal underworld she tried to escape. Standing in her way is Luca Romano, her father's ruthless right-hand man and heir to the empire. As Sofia and Luca work together to uncover the truth behind her father's death, a forbidden romance ignites between them.
Vanessa's world shatters when her perfect life is upended by her stepsister, Delilah, who cunningly steals away the love of her life, Lucas. Once close, Vanessa now finds herself on the receiving end of betrayal, her engagement shattered, and her trust broken. Determined to reclaim everything she's lost, Vanessa embarks on a path of calculated revenge, using Delilah's own secrets against her. But as the intricate web of lies unravels, Vanessa discovers that revenge may not bring the closure she seeks-only a chance to heal and find true strength within herself.
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Selena Kaelvar is the last surviving member of the Kaelvar Pride. After witnessing the cold-blooded slaughter of her family by the ruthless Crescent Moon Pack, she becomes consumed by a singular purpose: revenge. Her opportunity comes when she discovers her uncanny resemblance to Liana Morven, the Crescent Moon Alpha's beloved Luna. Selena kidnaps Liana, hiding her far from her mate, and assumes her identity to infiltrate the pack from within. Darius Raelith, the Alpha of the Crescent Moon Pack, is burdened with the legacy of his father's cruel reign. Determined to lead his pack with honor, Darius strives to mend the wounds of the past. But his efforts are undermined by a "Luna" who seems to be playing her own dangerous game. Selena walks a treacherous path of deception and vengeance, long-buried secrets surface, and the stakes grow higher. What will happen when Selena and Darius confront the truths that tie their fates together? Can redemption be found amid betrayal, or will revenge plunge them both into darkness?
When Seraphina, a young woman with dormant werewolf traits, is mistreated by her pack and ultimately rejected by her Alpha mate, she is forced into a life of solitude as a rogue. Her world is turned upside down when her dormant powers are awakened, revealing her true nature as a powerful Alpha and the dangers that come with it. Seeking to understand her new identity, Seraphina turns to the Lycan King, Kael, who becomes her mentor and guide. Together, they face the threats from her past that rise along with her newfound abilities. But when her former Alpha, Thorne, who once rejected her, returns, pleading for her forgiveness and help, Seraphina is faced with an agonizing choice: should she listen to his plea to take her back, or trust Kael, the one who helped her unlock the great power within her? With her destiny as Alpha hanging in the balance, Seraphina must decide how to wield her powers and confront the looming dangers that threaten her. Will she embrace the future that's calling, or be undone by the past that haunts her?
Hunted by fate and bound by a curse, Selene Draven lives in hiding, avoiding the truth of her identity as the last heir to the Duskwind Pack. When her quiet life is disrupted by Alaric Veylor, the fierce alpha of the Ebonridge Pack, her world is upended. Alaric, seeking vengeance for his brother's mysterious death, captures Selene, believing she holds the answers to the curse plaguing his pack. But as their fates entwine, an undeniable bond forms, challenging everything they know about loyalty, love, and destiny. As ancient forces awaken and secrets unravel, Alaric and Selene must face a choice: break the curse and risk losing each other, or let love conquer the darkness threatening to consume their packs.
“Gabriel Bryce, how can you stand being so shameless?” Leonica asked, staring daggers at her atrocious husband and his mistress. “This is the house gifted to my by grandmother, yet you dare bring another woman into it? Aren’t you afraid that grandmother would be disappointed with you actions…?” Leonica’s words remained unfinished as an enraged Gabriel swung his hand through the air, smacking his palm clean on her left cheek. Leonica held her throbbing cheek, eyes wide and teary as she stared at her husband who glared down at her ferociously. “The nerves of you to mention my grandmother. You have no right to do so!” He spat, taking a step forward and jabbing his index finger painfully into her shoulder, making her take several steps back. “Bare this in mind, Leonica Romero, if not for the wishes of my late grandmother, I’d much rather be dead than associate myself with somebody like you.” *~*~* *~*~* Leonica Romero has always had a long time crush on Gabriel Bryce, CEO of Bryce Empire and Norway’s Business tyrant. Fortunately, at the request of his Ill grandmother, her family’s long time friend, Leonica gets the chance to marry her beloved. Feeling elated, she abandoned her position and dream job in the Romero household and becomes a humble housewife for Gabriel. However, Three years later, on the day of Gabriel’s grandmother’s funeral, Leonica is stunned speechless when he demands for a divorce, as his ex girlfriend Angelina Fernandez had suddenly returned, proclaiming her undying love for him. But that wasn’t the only shock Leonica received that day. Hours after Gabriel’s declaration for a divorce, Leonica wakes up in the hospital to a shocking news. She was two months pregnant. And Gabriel knew nothing about this!
After three secretive years of marriage, Eliana never met her enigmatic husband until she was served with divorce papers and learned of his extravagant pursuit of another. She snapped back to reality and secured a divorce. Thereafter, Eliana unveiled her various personas: an esteemed doctor, legendary secret agent, master hacker, celebrated designer, adept race car driver, and distinguished scientist. As her diverse talents became known, her ex-husband was consumed by remorse. Desperately, he pleaded, "Eliana, give me another chance! All my properties, even my life, are yours."
Cheated by husband, betrayed by friend and rejected by family. It all came down to her inability to conceive within three years of marriage. She was tagged a barren woman and they made it appeared like a plaque, she has no place to hide her face. Her husband got divorced on the account that he wants to be with someone else, who will bear him a seed, someone who will show the fruit of his hardwork and masculinity and the only woman he choose was the closest person to his wife. Elena was broken, shattered and wounded. But she made a decision, she would move on, she will not accept the fate imposed on her as a barren woman. And humanity cannot decide her fate! This is the story of Elena Scott and the happy life after…
"Ms. Crawford, it’s time for you to divorce Mr. Larsen and come home. You're the only heiress the Master's waiting for.” ~•~ For the sake of love, Amara accepted the arranged marriage with Tobias William Larsen. She did everything to gain her husband’s heart but when his old love returned, she realized that all her effort was all for naught. Tobias demanded a divorce on the night of their wedding anniversary, even at the price of threatening her. Heartbroken, she finally dropped all her illusions about him and returned home to be the heiress. The next time she met Tobias, they were no longer couples but opponents. "Mr. Larsen, should I remind you again? We've divorced." "Amara, that's the stupidest mistake I've ever made. Please come back to me."
For as long as Emily can remember, she has wanted to overcome her shyness and explore her sexuality. Still, everything changes when she receives an invitation to visit one of the town's most prestigious BDSM clubs, DESIRE'S DEN. On the day she chose to peruse the club, she noticed three men, all dressed in suits, standing on the upper level, near the railing. Despite her limited vision, she persisted in fixating on them. Their towering statues belied the toned bodies concealed by their sharply tailored suits-or so she could tell. The hair of two of them was short and dark, and the third had light brown-possibly blond-hair that reached the shoulders. The dark, crimson background incised their figures, exuding an air of mystery and strength. They stood in stark contrast to the unfiltered, primal energy that pulsed through the club. Shocked by the desires these men aroused in her, she was disappointed to learn that they were masters seeking a slave to divide and conquer. She couldn't afford the fee, and she also realized that they were outside her league. Emily hurriedly left the club, feeling disappointed and depressed, unaware that she had also caught the group's attention. A world of wicked pleasure, three handsome men. Over the years, they have lived a life of decadence, their lavish lair serving as a stage for their most sinister desires. But despite the unending parade of willing subjects, one woman sticks out. A mysterious stranger with white porcelain skin and a killer body, a slave, a name with no address, the first lady to attract their eye and they will go to any length to obtain her no matter the consequences.
When they were kids, Derek saved Norah's life. Years later, after Derek ended up in a vegetative state from a car crash, Norah married him without a second thought and even used her medical knowledge to heal him. For two years, Norah was devoted, seeking his affection and looking to settle her life-saving debt. But when Derek's first love returned, Norah, faced with divorce, didn't hesitate to sign. Despite being labeled as forsaken, few knew of her true talents. She was a race car driver, a famed designer, a genius hacker, and a renowned doctor. Regretting his decision, Derek begged for her forgiveness. Just then, a charming CEO intervened, embracing Norah and declaring, "Back off! She's my wife!" Taken aback, Norah blurted out, "What did you say?"