FAKE DATING WITH BENEFITS: MY BILLIONAIRE BOSS

SEVEN DAYS BEFORE MY WEDDING, I walked into our bedroom and found my neurosurgeon fiancé cheating with my cousin. Six months later, Oliver and Vanessa are married, my humiliation is office coffee-break gossip, and I've done everything possible to disappear off the face of the earth. Then I find out my grandmother is dying. This birthday might be her last, and I refuse to let my ex take that from me too. Problem is, going means facing my own personal nightmare head-on: Oliver and Vanessa, happy and married, right in front of me, while the rest of my family looks at me like I'm a walking tragedy. That's when Simon Hart—my billionaire boss, arrogant as hell, and the only man who can irritate me, make me laugh, and dismantle every single one of my defenses in the same conversation—makes me an absolutely ridiculous proposal. "Just think about it." He spreads his hands. " You’re tired of everyone pitying you. I’m rich as hell, handsome as hell, and charming as hell. Who's going to feel sorry for you when you show up with Simon Hart on your arm?" The problem is, he's right. I need a boyfriend to survive my grandmother's birthday weekend without turning back into the official family disaster. And Simon needs a serious girlfriend to prove to all of New York that the city's most eligible bachelor has finally settled down. It was supposed to be simple. Fake dating. Two events. Some convincing touching. Absolutely zero feelings. Until we added new terms to the agreement. No-strings s*x. No jealousy. No expectations. Just s*x. And it worked perfectly. Right up until everything went completely off the rails.

His Plump Mate

***This is 4 books in one!*** “Let’s get this over with, I have things to do. Just so you understand, I need a strong and BEAUTIFUL Luna by my side. I, Alpha Cullen Niles, of the Ironclaw Pack, reject you, Rebel Lawson, as my mate and Luna.” Instantly, my chest feels like it is ripped open and gutted. The pain is the worst I’ve ever felt. But I refuse to show pain in front of Alpha Cullen. I stay rigid and force my face not to react. Roxie is howling in desperation, because she wants her mate and he just rejected us, causing her immense pain too. The sooner I accept, the sooner we can move on. “I, Rebel Lawson, accept your rejection.” It was like a final death blow. I see Alpha Cullen grab his chest, taking deep breaths. Then after a couple of minutes he stood straight up. I still haven’t moved. “You will not mention this to anyone, do you understand?” As much pain as I was in, I couldn’t muster up the strength to say yes, so I just nodded. “Good, I can’t have people knowing I was mated to such a she-wolf.” With that, he turned and walked away. I turned and went back to the lake, sat down next to my guitar and then the barriers crumbled. I held on to my chest and cried for hours. Roxie feeling weak from the rejection, retreated to the back of my mind. She was still talking to me, but it was much quieter. I felt so incredibly alone. Fated mates were supposed to love each other, no matter what. He was supposed to protect, cherish and love me. However, I never felt more unwanted and alone.

Rewrite the Apocalypse Dream

Joanna wakes up from a dream six months before the apocalypse. In her dream she lived 5 years into the apocalypse before she was sold to an enemy base by her mom and sister after they betrayed her. She decides to rewrite her ending by upgrading her secret storage space and building an elite team of fighters who will battle zombies, gain superpowers, and keep her from becoming an experiment to the enemy base.

A Woman Worth Billions, Dated the Wrong Brother

Amber built an empire she was never allowed to claim. Brilliant, strategic, and fiercely loyal, Amber was the mind behind a billion-dollar real estate empire—the woman who identified undervalued properties, structured acquisitions, and designed expansion projects that reshaped skylines. But when betrayal strikes, she’s fired, humiliated, and discarded by the man she helped rise to the top. She walks away with nothing but her intelligence, her dignity… and the projects that were always hers. What her ex-fiancé never expects is his powerful half-brother. A billionaire real estate magnate in his own right, controlled, private, and raising two adopted children on his own, he offers Amber something unexpected: a contractual marriage. No romance. No lies. Just mutual benefit. A public wife to stabilize his corporate image—and a strategic partner who understands the business better than anyone. Amber accepts. She takes her real estate projects with her—developments she sourced, designed, and negotiated from the ground up—and brings them into her new husband’s company. Entire portfolios shift overnight. Investments follow her. For the first time, her name is on the contracts, her voice dominates boardrooms, and her success is undeniable. As Amber rises, the real estate empire she once built in silence begins to crumble. Deals collapse without her leadership. Bad investments surface. And the company her ex-fiancé claimed as his own crashes spectacularly—while Amber thrives, wealthier and more powerful than ever. But what begins as a business arrangement slowly becomes something far more dangerous. Because power is intoxicating. Trust is fragile. And love was never part of the contract.

You Had This Divorce Coming

After five years of playing the perfect Mrs. Prescott, Lucille Sandwell finally woke up on the day of her daughter's one-month milestone. Her husband, Gideon Prescott, reserved all his tenderness and devotion for the woman he truly cared about, yet expected Lucille to remain mature, self-reliant, and endlessly understanding. In front of everyone, she flipped the table and said, "I want a divorce. I've had enough of this marriage." He responded with a cold laugh. "How did you become this vulgar? You throw around the word divorce at the slightest thing." Only after she disappeared did he realize that his world had begun to fall apart. Without her, everything went wrong. Three years later, they met again at an international summit. She returned as a celebrated master architect and stunned the entire room. Under the blaze of camera flashes, he dropped to his knees and begged her to come back. She only smiled and walked past him, another man at her side. Later, he received a gilded wedding invitation. The bride, dressed in white, leaned into the arms of his best friend. With red-rimmed eyes, he crashed the wedding. All he heard was her quiet voice. "Gideon, being the understanding one is exhausting. From now on, I only want to live for myself."

The Billionaire Regretted Losing His Invisible Wife

Mia Williams spent ten years loving Kyle Branson, the ruthless billionaire CEO who never truly saw her. Their marriage was nothing more than a cold contract — a deal where she was his wife in name only, while his heart belonged to another woman. She stayed silent, hoping one day he would finally notice her love. But when his first love returns, Mia realizes she has been invisible all along. Pregnant with his twins and broken by his betrayal, Mia makes the hardest decision of her life — she signs the divorce papers and walks away. Only after losing her does Kyle discover the truth: the quiet wife he ignored was the only person who ever loved him without conditions. Now, the billionaire who once refused to look at her is willing to risk everything to win her back. But Mia is no longer the woman who waited for his love. Can a broken marriage be saved? Can a man who lost everything earn a second chance? A heartbreaking billionaire romance about contract marriage, betrayal, divorce, redemption, and the unforgettable woman he should have treasured from the beginning.

Mafia Men VI - Alessandro's Games

Vivian Kane is a ghost in the digital underworld, slipping into Alessandro Costello’s world like she’s always been there. She lifts his wallet with a swipe of her fingers, and just like that, she’s not only hacked his systems—she’s hacked his life. Alessandro Costello doesn’t do forgiveness. She’s made it personal, and now he’s out for blood. He’s ready to turn her life into a living nightmare, using every dirty trick he knows to make her regret ever crossing him. What starts as a simple theft quickly spirals into something far darker. They’re trapped in a high-stakes game of cat and mouse, where every touch and taunt turns up the heat until it’s a steamy, no-holds-barred battle of lust and dirty games. In this twisted mind-fuck, trust is a luxury neither can afford.

Not Yours To Claim, My Mafia Ex

Convinced by his mother and girlfriend that Rosa had drugged him to get into his bed, Italian Don Luciano Mancini saw her supposed betrayal as a brutal blow to his pride. Without hearing a single explanation, he divorced her and exiled her from his home and from Italy. Years later, Rosa returned with a secret. Their son was dying. Diagnosed with high-risk acute lymphoblastic leukemia, the boy needed a stem-cell transplant from a biological sibling to survive. To save him, Rosa had to conceive another child—with the one man who despised her. Her ex-husband. Luciano Mancini. Getting pregnant by a devil who hated her was never going to be easy. She hadn't stolen his seed before, but this time, she was willing to do whatever it took if it meant saving her child. Seeing his ex-wife again—no longer innocent, no longer obedient—awakened something in Luciano he had never felt for another woman. This time he wanted her for real. But Rosa was already slipping beyond his grasp. Because Dr. Samuele, the man treating her son, was in love with her. He was willing to stand by her no matter what—even if she carried her ex-husband's child once more. Her return became about more than saving her child when she uncovered the secrets surrounding her parents' deaths. She wouldn't stop until she found the culprit behind their downfall and reclaimed her father's legacy. Now pregnant and in control of the empire she had reclaimed, Rosa finally had a man who loved her and a chance at the life she deserved. But Luciano wasn't willing to let her go. Just when Rosa thought she had found safety, love, and freedom, Luciano's darkest secret resurfaced—a secret buried in his past that could destroy both their lives and everything she had built.

Mafia Men III - Mancini's Bride

In the bustling city of New York, a notorious womanizer and underboss of the underworld, Scott Mancini, finds himself in an arranged marriage with Allegra Rossi, a sweet and spirited choir girl who has been raised with rigid religious values. Despite her captivating charm, Allegra's appearance is modest and old-fashioned, often dressed in layers that make her look like a wedding cake—but not in a delectable way. Her bold and assertive nature, however, irritates the egoistic Scott, especially when she shows no interest in him. Nevertheless, Scott has always been one to embrace challenges, and he realizes that wooing Allegra won't be an easy feat. As their wedding day nears, the question on everyone's lips remains - will Allegra be the one to finally tame Scott Mancini, or will she be consumed by the dark and dangerous world that he inhabits?

The Mafia Lord's Forgotten Wife

Elena woke up in a hospital with no memory of the last three years. The stranger sitting beside her bed — cold eyes, expensive suit, a jaw carved from stone — tells her he's her husband. He's lying. She can feel it. But she can't prove it. And the more she tries to remember the more dangerous her questions become in a world where secrets are kept with bullets. Hook: She lost her memory. He lost his heart. Neither of them knows which is more dangerous.

The Price of Forever

Avery fell for a quiet billionaire in Venice, only to watch his powerful family hand him to another woman. Now she must survive the whispers, the threats, and the bullets meant for her, while Luca fights to protect a love the world says should never exist. "The Price of Forever" is a heart-wrenching tale of love, loyalty and betrayal that asks how much you'd risk to keep the one person you can't live without.

Bound By His Debt

Elena Vance has spent five years being quiet. Quiet in her spotless kitchen, quiet under her husband’s fists, quiet when the world around her forgot she existed. Mark Vance has taken her savings, her friends, and her freedom. Then he loses $250,000 to the Ironhead Cartel. When Jax Mercer walks into their home, he doesn’t ask for the money. He takes what Mark loves most: his car, his watch, and his wife. And Mark lets him. Jax is the cold, calculating king of a criminal empire, a man who has never needed to raise his voice. He holds Elena as collateral, and he has no intention of being kind. But when he sees the bruises Mark left on her skin, something in him turns to ice. He doesn’t touch broken things. He doesn’t clean up another man’s mess. And he doesn’t share what belongs to him. Locked inside Jax’s compound, Elena is terrified, trapped, and sure she is about to be destroyed. Instead, she is handed a dangerous job: help Jax find a traitor hiding in his own house. It is the one thing she is good at, and the first time in years that anyone has needed her. But Jax is a man who trades in power, not mercy. Every day under his roof pulls Elena deeper into his world, and every night makes it harder for her to tell whether she’s his captive, his weapon, or something far more dangerous to them both. As rival cartels circle, Mark returns to claim what he sold, and the line between ownership and obsession begins to burn, Jax will have to choose: let go of his collateral, or burn down everything he’s built to keep her safe.

Lucifer's Angel

Angela Santos, an innocent but independent woman has been waiting for her childhood bestfriend and first love Carlo ever since he moved away to study abroad. Angela believes that someday, her first love will come back. Until Lucifer Moden came, the first love of her best friend. Being extremely arrogant and hurting the feelings of Angela's bestfriend, Lucifer received a powerful punch from Angela that he will never forget for the rest of his life.

The Ugly One

Jane is a teenager in high school who had always been insecure about her looks thanks to her older sister who was always deemed more beautiful. She thought living under her sister's shadow was the worst thing that could happen to her.Until one day, her luck turned for the worst when the school's biggest jerk and the bad boy Jake decided to force her to become his wing-woman to win Liliana's heart! Not only that, she accidentally bumped into an even bigger jerk, Jake's older brother Aaron who couldn't seem to keep his hands off of her. How will she ever escape these ruthless bad boys?*Cover designed by Modern_Diary

Excuse Me, I Quit!

Annie Fisher is an awkward teenage girl who was bullied her whole life because of her nerdy looking glasses and awkward personality. She thought once she starts high school, people will finally leave her alone. But she was wrong as she caught the eye of none other than Evan Green. Who decided to bully her into making his errand girl. Will she ever escape him? Or is Evan going to ruin her entire high school experience?Find my interview with Goodnovel: https://tinyurl.com/yxmz84q2

FAKE DATING MY EX'S RIVAL

“Four years and you're still ashamed to claim me publicly?” Tears burned my eyes as I looked at the only man I have ever loved. “Don't play the victim card now just because the game didn't go the way you planned. You started this.” _________ When Ximena gained admission into college with her high school sweetheart, she made a deal with him. “We keep this secret and everyone gets to live their lives.” It was all fun and games until Jake became popular and every girl wanted him. Ximena thought it was okay at first, until a dare revealed her place in his life. A relationship that was built on love and loyalty suddenly became full of insecurities and second guessing. She waited for Jake to realize the effect his reputation was having on her until a new man showed up. He listens to her, treats her right and just when she thought he might be the right option, Jake came crawling back. Now, she's being forced to pick between the two men. Will she choose the man she has always loved or the one who loves her better?

Getting Tangled With The Bad Boy

Nora Browns thought she was safe. One night at St. Jude University, she witnesses a murder in a dark alley. The killer sees her too. Knox Lockwood. Campus devil by day. Ruthless biker gang leader and syndicate kingpin by night. He stalks her. Kidnaps her. Claims her as his. When Nora tries to run, he burns the world to drag her back. When a bullet finds him, she learns she’s a target too. The day her best friend puts a gun to her head, Knox pulls the trigger first. But the real nightmare starts when the truth bleeds out: Nora’s parents are the monsters. Knox’s family died because of them. Now she’s poisoned, with 20 days to live. And the only man who can save her is the one she was taught to stay away from. In a war built on blood debts, can love be the only redemption?

FORBIDDEN LESSON

Skylar Bale doesn't do distractions. Four years of straight A's and a heart kept firmly out of reach, that's the plan, and she's stuck to it religiously. Until one reckless night, one stranger's hands at her waist, one kiss that tastes like every rule she's ever broken at once. She doesn't get his name. She doesn't need it. It's a secret she'll keep pressed against her lips like a bruise. Then she walks into her 9 a.m. lecture, and every plan she's ever made goes up in flames. Because the man writing his name on the whiteboard, Professor Lucian Cross, is the same man whose mouth was on hers twelve hours ago. Skylar tells herself this is dangerous, impossible. Lucian tells himself the same, right before he finds a reason to keep her after class. Every glance is a risk. Every locked door, a temptation. And the longer they play at staying professional, the harder it becomes to remember why they're even trying.

A Hundred Chances Is Enough, Right?

How rich can a person be? My wife is incredibly rich. People call her "The Queen of Cloudridge" because nearly half the city's properties are owned by her. We've been married for five years, and every time she goes out to meet her first love, she transfers a property to my name. By the time I have 99 homes in my name, she suddenly notices that something has changed. I no longer cry, beg, or ask her to stay. I simply choose the finest mansion in all of Cloudridge, bring the property deed with me, and wait for her to sign it. She signs the papers, and for the first time, she softens. "When I get back, let's go watch the fireworks together." I quietly tuck the agreement away and hum in response. But I never tell her what she's really signed this time. It's not a property deed. It's our divorce agreement.

His First Love Crashed My Wedding

On my wedding day, my fiance's first love appeared at the wedding ceremony wearing the exact same haute couture gown as mine. I watched them stand together at the entrance, greeting the guests as if they were the bride and groom. Maintaining a calm expression, I complimented them, saying they looked like the perfect couple—beauty and brains, a match made in heaven. She burst into tears and fled the scene. He, however, didn't hesitate to humiliate me in front of everyone, accusing me of being petty and narrow-minded. When the wedding banquet was over, he left for what was supposed to be our honeymoon—with her by his side. I didn't argue or cause a scene. Instead, I quietly booked an appointment for an abortion.

He Chose His Love, I Chose My Career

"Mr. Dawson, about that farmhouse construction project in Hattensburg… I've decided that I'm willing to go there." Gary Dawson, on the other end of the line, sounds fairly surprised. "I've been asking you to go there for ages, yet you refused every time because you said you wanted to be with your boyfriend, Timothy. Why the sudden change of mind?" Madeline Carlton lowers her reddened eyes and pretends to chuckle nonchalantly. "I guess I hit one too many walls and just decided to come to my senses afterward." Hearing this, Gary sighs and says sternly, "This is a highly classified mission. You will be assuming a whole new identity when you start working on this project. Before the mission ends, you will not be allowed to have any contact with the rest of the world. "Madeline, are you sure that you've thought things through?" "Yes. I just want to escape this place as soon as I can." There is a long silence on the phone. However, Gary answers right after the pause. "Alright. I'll send the classified contract to you in a while. It should take about a month for the paperwork to be finalized. Use that opportunity to say goodbye to your friends and family." The call disconnects. An email pops up in Madeline's inbox. Right after reading through the classified contract, she signed her name with a flourish and submitted the file with a click. At the same time, Bloomberg Group's new product launch plays on the television. Timothy Bloomberg, wearing a tailored white suit, slowly leads Lacey Houston up the catwalk stage.

Pretending to Be Poor

Ever since summer vacation began, my son had been getting a new toy almost every three days. Whenever I asked where they came from, he said my best friend had bought them. I was about to pick out a thank-you gift when I overheard him talking excitedly into his smartwatch from behind his bedroom door. "Reporting for duty, sir! Mission accomplished. Monster Mom believed me!" I froze, certain I'd misheard. Then he asked for his reward. "Dad, can I come to your third-anniversary celebration with Mama Viv tonight? "I'm so sick of eating canned soup and boxed mac and cheese with Mom every day. I could throw up!" My breath caught. I snatched the watch from his wrist. A photograph had just come through: my husband, who'd supposedly left for another shift at the auto repair shop that morning, was kissing another woman's forehead. My hands shook so badly I could barely hold the screen. My heart nearly stopped. My son threw down his toy and, in a panic, started scolding me. "Mom! Why are you spying on my private conversations? Mama Viv is picking me up to go have fun later. Don't ruin it for us!" Then he pressed himself against the window, waiting excitedly for her. I stood there, numb, staring at the apology my husband had sent barely a minute earlier. "I'm sorry, honey. You've both had to struggle because of me for so many years. I'll take you out for a nice dinner tonight." Tears blurred the words. It felt as though something had tightened around my heart and refused to let go. But I didn't scream or demand answers. Instead, when the car came to collect my son, I climbed in after him.

I Thought It Was Stress—It Was Betrayal

A week before the wedding, my fiancée, Gracie Howell, suddenly starts gagging at the sight of food. I figure it's just pre-wedding stress. I bring it up to my younger brother, Luca Norton. He glares at the warm soup on the table and sneers. "Some women claim they're child-free, but they secretly want kids all along! She probably got knocked up behind your back and is gonna pin it on you!" I hand him the bowl with no green onions. "Nonsense. Gracie isn't like that." "The hell she isn't! The other guy could be standing right in front of you, and you'd still be smiling, serving him soup!" He acts all righteous and protective, like a loyal guard dog. I just shake my head and smile. Luca is wild and rebellious, while Gracie is quiet and traditional. They've always rubbed each other the wrong way, clashing every single time they meet. I'm used to it by now. Three days later, I take time off work to decorate our new home, only to find the front door ajar. The familiar bickering drifts out, laced with heavy, breathless panting. "You're about to be a dad, and you're still out doing reckless drag races? Keep it up, and I'll buy a chain to lock you to the bed." Gracie makes an empty threat. Luca scoffs, thrusting his hips with a cocky grin. "Worry about yourself, Gracie. After all, you're carrying my baby, while your dear fiancé thinks you're just stressed out and is dying of concern for you." The white roses slip from my hand and fall to the floor. I stand at the threshold, frozen. Who knew that all their bitter bickering was just a cover for passion? In that moment, the woman who promised to love me until we were a hundred is dead to me.

Where I No Longer Belonged

The four of us grew up together in a group home. Once we turned eighteen, we rented an apartment. Whoever got off work first handled dinner. If one of us got sick, the other three took turns staying up to watch over them. My boyfriend, Asher Anderson, always said this was our real home. On the day we moved in, we made a pact. Every Sunday, we would sit down for dinner together as a family. Even if someone was running late, the rest of us would wait. Last year, Damon Williams’ cousin, Sloane Brooks, got kicked out by her family and crashed in our spare room for a while. The first time Sloane stayed late at her job until nine, Asher refused to let us start eating. "She just got here," Asher said, "Let's not make her walk through the door right into a finished meal." The second time, her phone died, and she didn’t stumble back until eleven. The four of us sat there starving, chewing on random snacks to keep our stomachs from growling, while the food stayed warm on the stove. Sloane’s eyes turned red, and she whispered that whenever she used to go home in the past, nobody ever waited up for her. This Sunday, I was stuck working late at the after-school center. Right before I was supposed to clock out, a kid spiked a fever, and I had to stay until their parents arrived. I dropped two separate updates in our group chat, promising I would be home by nine-forty at the absolute latest. At nine-thirty-eight, I pushed open our front door. The dining table held only four used plates and bowls. The pots in the kitchen were already washed and put away. Sloane looked slightly apologetic. "My stomach was hurting from hunger, so Asher said we should just eat. You’re not mad at me, right?" Asher reached out and took the bag from my hand. "There’s ham in the fridge. Want me to make you a sandwich?" I told him I was fine. Damon chimed in from the couch, shrugging, "You used to come home late all the time and make your own food. We figured you were used to it." I really was used to it. I couldn’t help remembering that just last month, when Sloane came back late, I had personally saved the entire plate of her favorite garlic shrimp so she would not miss out. The next day, our landlady, Mrs. Foster, dropped by to talk about renewing the lease. I told her I would not be renewing my room when the lease expired. That Sunday at dinner, they were still sitting in the living room, discussing whether they should buy a bigger dining table next month.