When Lia Parker lands a job at the prestigious Blackwood Enterprises, she never expects her cold and dangerously attractive CEO, Damian Blackwood, to take an interest in her. What she doesn't know is that Damian is a powerful Alpha werewolf, bound by a curse that forces him to find his true mate before the next full moon. The problem? Lia is human, and falling for him could mean stepping into a world she never knew existed.
Lia adjusted the collar of her blouse, nerves tingling as she stepped into the sleek glass elevator of Blackwood Enterprises. Today was her first day as the executive assistant to the company's elusive CEO, Damian Blackwood. She had never met him before-few had. The rumours surrounding him were endless: a ruthless businessman, dangerously handsome, and utterly unapproachable.
The elevator doors slid open to reveal a sprawling office with floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the city skyline. The space was luxurious yet much like the man who stood near the window, his back to her.
Damian Blackwood.
He turned slowly, and Lia's breath hitched. He was breathtaking-tall, broad-shouldered, with piercing silver eyes that seemed to see right through her. His dark hair was slicked back, and the sharp lines of his jaw made him look almost inhumanly perfect.
"Miss Parker," he said in a voice as smooth as velvet but laced with something deeper, something primal. "You're late."
Lia swallowed hard. "I-I got lost on the way up."
A ghost of a smirk played on his lips, but his eyes darkened. "I don't tolerate excuses."
Her heart pounded. There was something about him-something that made the air around them crackle. His gaze lingered on her for a moment too long before he turned away, dismissing her without another word.
She exhaled sharply. This was going to be harder than she thought.
Lia squared her shoulders, determined not to let her nerves get the best of her. She had worked too hard to land this position, and she wasn't about to let Damian Blackwood intimidate her no matter how unnerving his presence was.
Taking a tentative step forward, she clasped her hands together. "Would you like me to start with your schedule, Mr. Blackwood?" she asked, trying to keep her voice steady.
He didn't turn. Instead, he moved toward his sleek, black desk, the polished surface reflecting the city lights. "You were given access to it this morning," he said, flipping through a file without looking at her. "I expect you to know it by now."
Lia resisted the urge to fidget. She had skimmed through it, but the long list of meetings, calls, and private appointments was overwhelming. "Of course. You have a nine a.m. conference call with the board, followed by a"
"Don't recite it to me," he interrupted, finally meeting her gaze. "Just be prepared."
His silver eyes held hers captive for a beat too long, and she felt an odd shiver run down her spine. Something was unsettling about the way he looked at her, like he saw more than he should like he could read the thoughts she didn't even dare to voice.
"Understood," she murmured.
A knock at the door broke the tension. A middle-aged man in a crisp navy suit entered, his eyes flickering to Lia before settling on Damian. "Sir, Mr. Wren has arrived."
Damian exhaled, almost as if the news irritated him. "Send him in."
Lia took that as her cue to step back, but Damian's voice stopped her. "Stay."
She hesitated, her stomach twisting.
The door opened again, and a tall, well-dressed man strode in. His sharp gaze landed on Damian first, then shifted to Lia with open curiosity. "And who might this be?"
"Miss Parker, my new assistant," Damian said flatly.
Lia forced a polite smile.
The man, Mr. Wren, studied her with interest. "She's... different from the others."
Lia's pulse jumped at the strange remark, but before she could process it, Damian's tone dropped dangerously low. "That's enough."
Something unspoken passed between the two men.
"Of course." Mr. Wren smirked. "I'll keep this brief."
Lia had the distinct feeling she was in the middle of something far more complex than she had signed up for.
As she stood in the shadows of Blackwood Enterprises' most powerful man, she couldn't shake the feeling that her new job was about to become far more dangerous than she had ever imagined.
The Housemaid's Promise – A Historical RomanceEleanor Gray, a devoted housemaid, never expected to care for the reclusive Lord Sebastian Whitmore, a nobleman bound to a wheelchair after a tragic accident. As she tends to him, an unspoken bond forms, challenging the barriers of class and duty. But when hidden truths emerge, their growing love is put to the test. Will Eleanor's promise to protect him cost them both their happiness, or can love rewrite their fate?
His Hunger, My Curse Lena Carter was just an ordinary woman, struggling to pay rent and survive in a city that never sleeps. But the night she met Adrian Blackwell, everything changed. Mysterious, dangerously handsome, and dripping in unimaginable wealth, Adrian is no ordinary billionaire-he is a vampire, a predator lurking in the shadows of power. And for some reason, he has chosen her. When Lena accepts his offer to protect her, she unwittingly binds herself to a world of dark desires, ancient curses, and deadly secrets. Adrian is obsessed with her, drawn to her in ways even he can't explain. But as she falls deeper under his spell, she begins to uncover a truth far more terrifying-she's not just Adrian's weakness. She may be his undoing. Now, trapped between a love that could consume her and a curse that could destroy them both, Lena must decide: run while she still can, or surrender to the hunger that binds them. But in Adrian's world, escape is never an option.
For ten years, Daniela showered her ex-husband with unwavering devotion, only to discover she was just his biggest joke. Feeling humiliated yet determined, she finally divorced him. Three months later, Daniela returned in grand style. She was now the hidden CEO of a leading brand, a sought-after designer, and a wealthy mining mogul—her success unveiled at her triumphant comeback. Her ex-husband’s entire family rushed over, desperate to beg for forgiveness and plead for another chance. Yet Daniela, now cherished by the famed Mr. Phillips, regarded them with icy disdain. "I’m out of your league."
When Zora was sick during the early days of her pregnancy, Ezrah was with his first love, Piper. When Zora got into an accident and called Ezrah, he said he was busy, when in actual fact, he was buying shoes for Piper. Zora lost her baby because of the accident, and throughout her stay at the hospital, Ezrah never showed up. She already knew that he didn't love her, but that was the last straw for the camel's back, and her fragile heart could not take it anymore. When Ezrah arrived home a few days after Zora was discharged from the hospital, he no longer met the woman who always greeted him with a smile and cared for him. Zora stood at the top of the stairs and yelled with a cold expression, "Good news, Ezrah! Our baby died in a car accident. There is nothing between us anymore, so let's get a divorce." The man who claimed not to have any feelings for Zora, being cold and distant towards her, and having asked her for a divorce twice, instantly panicked.
6 years ago, Lydia suffered a brutal betrayal orchestrated by her own husband and step-sister, who drugged her and framed her. In a twist of fate, she ended up having a one-night stand with a stranger. Don't even remember what he looked like. Later, in the throes of death, she discovered the truth about her mother's death all those years ago. In the blink of an eye, she lost everything. 6 years later, Lydia returned with her genius son, vowing to exact revenge on all her enemies! Little did she know, she encountered an incredibly familiar man at the airport! *** The man was briskly pushing open the door to the restroom, heading to the urinal. Even with such a mundane action, he did it with unparalleled elegance and grace. Lydia, following him in a daze, saw his fierce lower body and suddenly snapped back to reality. She let out a high-pitched scream, instinctively covering her eyes with her hands, her cheeks flushed, and stood there stiffly, unsure of what to do. Lambert furrowed his brows slightly but remained calm as he continued to relieve himself. The sound of water hitting the urinal made Lydia's face even redder. She angrily shouted, "You pervert!" Little did Lydia know that Lambert, seeing her in this state, had a flicker of recognition in his eyes. Memories from many years ago flashed through his mind, and his heart couldn't help but stir. It was her!
Rumors claimed that Fernanda, newly back with her family, was nothing more than a violent country bumpkin. Fernanda just flashed a casual, dismissive grin in response. Another rumor suggested that the usually rational Cristian had lost all sense, madly in love with Fernanda. This frustrated her. She could tolerate gossip about herself, but slander against her beloved crossed the line! Gradually, as Fernanda's multiple identities as a celebrated designer, a savvy gamer, an acclaimed painter, and a successful business magnate came to light, everyone realized they were the ones who had been fooled.
Elodie took a deep breath and knocked, the sound echoing in the quiet corridor. A moment of silence passed, broken only by the pounding of her heart. Finally, the door snicked open, revealing a surprised Dashiell. 'Can't you see the Do Not Disturb sign? We don't want-' His initial frown quickly morphed into confusion at the sight of his wife. 'What are you doing here?' he demanded. 'Your girlfriend invited me,' Elodie replied, her voice laced with icy calm. She tried to peer past him, but his broad frame blocked the view. A saccharine voice chimed in from within the room. 'Elodie? Oh dear, we didn't mean for you to find out this way. It's just that-' Elodie cut her short. 'Oh please, Selene. Spare me the fake apologies. You wouldn't have sent me all those texts if you didn't want me to know.' Dashiell shifted uncomfortably, his face a mask of annoyance. 'What texts?' Elodie stepped past him, taking in the luxurious suite with a sardonic smile. The king-sized bed, the scattered rose petals, the lingering scent of sex – it all painted a vivid picture of their betrayal. She looked up at Dashiell, her gaze unwavering. 'I want a divorce.' ****** Dashiell lived a life of luxury, surrounded by the best things money could buy. But when a car accident left him vulnerable, he met Elodie, a seemingly ordinary woman who nursed him back to health. Mistaking her for just another employee, Dashiell entered into a loveless marriage with her solely for convenience. However, fate had a different script in store. Elodie, the 'ordinary nurse,' held a secret more precious than any diamond: she was the sole heiress to Northstar, a vast and powerful enterprise. Unaware of her true identity, Dashiell cast her aside when his ex-girlfriend returned, leaving Elodie humiliated. But Elodie was not one to be easily broken. She shed the facade of the meek nurse, reclaiming her rightful inheritance and stepping into the role of Northstar's CEO. Now, the woman Dashiell discarded was the one holding the reins of power. As Elodie thrives in her new role, Dashiell is consumed by regret. He finally sees Elodie for the extraordinary woman she truly is, realising the depth of his mistake. But will his remorse be enough to win back the heart he so carelessly discarded?
Rena got into an entanglement with a big shot when she was drunk one night. She needed Waylen's help while he was drawn to her youthful beauty. As such, what was supposed to be a one-night stand progressed into something serious. All was well until Rena discovered that Waylen's heart belonged to another woman. When his first love returned, he stopped coming home, leaving Rena all alone for many nights. She put up with it until she received a check and farewell note one day. Contrary to how Waylen expected her to react, Rena had a smile on her face as she bid him farewell. "It was fun while it lasted, Waylen. May our paths never cross. Have a nice life." But as fate would have it, their paths crossed again. This time, Rena had another man by her side. Waylen's eyes burned with jealousy. He spat, "How the hell did you move on? I thought you loved only me!" "Keyword, loved!" Rena flipped her hair back and retorted, "There are plenty of fish in the sea, Waylen. Besides, you were the one who asked for a breakup. Now, if you want to date me, you have to wait in line." The next day, Rena received a credit alert of billions and a diamond ring. Waylen appeared again, got down on one knee, and uttered, "May I cut in line, Rena? I still want you."