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.

The Breaking Point of Love

Celeste Rodriguez and Trevor Fleming have been married for seven years. He treats her coldly throughout the marriage, but she faces it with a smile because she loves him deeply. She also believes she can melt his heart one day. However, all she gets is the news of him falling for another woman at first sight. He gives her all his care and concern, but Celeste stands strong. On her birthday, she flies abroad to be with Trevor and their daughter, Jordyn Fleming. To her devastation, Trevor brings Jordyn to meet his true love. They leave Celeste to spend the day alone. She finally gives up on him. She's also no longer hurt when Jordyn wants the woman to replace her as her mother. Celeste prepares a divorce agreement and gives up her custody rights. She leaves without another look back, cutting Trevor and Jordyn out of her life. All she needs to do now is wait for the divorce to be finalized. After giving up on her family and returning to the workplace, she easily makes a fortune. She shows the people who once looked down on her that she's better than they think. Celeste waits for her divorce certificate to arrive, but it never comes. She also notices that Trevor starts coming home more often when he's always refused in the past. He clings to her, too. When he learns that she wants a divorce, he drops his usual aloofness and pins her to the wall. "A divorce? That's not happening."

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.

The Apocalypse Survival Manual

An apocalypse driven by natural disasters. Survival of the fittest. Typhoons, floods, deadly cold, scorching heat, earthquakes, tsunamis, insect plagues, acid rain… After struggling through three years of the apocalypse, Nicole Floyd met a brutal death. Miraculously, she woke up and found herself three days before it all began. Nicole seized the advantage to reclaim her storage space, flipping the switch on full-on stockpiling mode. She shopped until she ran out of money, and her storage was packed tight. She also looked for the dog that had saved her life once before. She sharpened her knives, stacked her supplies, and took care of unfinished business. She paid back every debt, whether owed in blood or in kindness. And then, disaster struck. Her right hand gripping a knife and her left stroking the dog, Nicole pressed on through the ruins of a world without order or morals.

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.

The Unwanted Wife's Return (Ex-Husband Wants Me Back)

Nineteen-year-old Hannah Jones has always been the unwanted daughter—overlooked, undervalued, and sacrificed for her family's sake. When her father's company faces bankruptcy, she's forced to marry billionaire Elijah Martinez in place of her spoiled younger sister, Janet. Framed by her own family as a jealous schemer, Hannah endures cold indifference from Elijah and cruelty from his family. Broken and alone, she finally escapes, leaving the country, her toxic family, and her loveless marriage behind. Seven years later, Hannah returns as a successful writer and designer with twin children and a fortune of her own. She's ready to divorce Elijah and close that painful chapter forever. But Elijah, who spent years searching for her after uncovering the truth, refuses to let her go. He's determined to win the heart of the woman he once ignored even if she no longer needs him. "You're still my wife, Hannah. You're not going anywhere." "Your wife? I have more money than your entire family now, Elijah. I don't need you or your name anymore."

Auctioned to my Brother's Bestfriend

"50 million dollars"The words hang in the air and Angelica Smith was auctioned to Damien Victor.Kidnapped and sold, the first shock came to her when she learned that her bidder was none other than her brother's best friend.Little did she know that it was only the first of many dark secrets that were yet to be revealed because he was no longer the same man whom she used to admire in her teenage years.The one who can never see a scratch on her skin wanted to leave such deep marks that she remembers her whole life and she wasn't even sure why he was taking revenge on her.What would happen when she learned about his hidden intentions?Will she ever be able to come out of his cage or will she remain his plaything?No one can hurt, touch, see, or feel you except me. You are mine, Tesoro. I will break you until you don't accept it' ~ Damien Victor 'You can have my body, not my soul. I will never submit to you, even if you kill me' ~ Angelica Smith

Mafia King's Innocent Bride

Vincent Hastings, the ruthless Billionaire and the most fearful Mafia King in New York. He is the boss, he can get everything that he wants whether he does it with bare hands or by force. Just like how he forced Sophie Laurens, youngest daughter of Albert Laurens, one of the richest men in New York who had an agreement with Vincent to have one of his daughters marry him. He willingly offered his youngest one, not minding what the consequences are, not minding what Sophie's future might look like. Will Sophie be able to change the ruthless mafia boss? Or will she just escape from him?

Forbidden By Her Mafia Stepbrother

“You are my stepbrother,” Viola whispered, her back pressing against the locked mahogany door. “Stepbrother.” The word left Sebastian’s lips like a curse. His shadow swallowed the room, caging her against the wood. He caught her chin, forcing her violet eyes to meet the ruthless amber of his. “A piece of paper doesn’t make us family, Dulzura,” he murmured, his thumb brushing her trembling lower lip. “It just makes you mine.” ************************************* Sebastian Cain Hierro doesn’t do romance. There are no gentle promises, no soft apologies, and absolutely no love games. A man bred in the violence of the cartel only understands one language: absolute, brutal control. For Viola, being dragged into his dark orbit is a terrifying awakening. She is a girl who only ever wanted to be cherished, suddenly trapped in a forbidden reality with a stepbrother who demands her complete surrender. Every touch behind closed doors is a sin. Every whisper is a command. Surviving him means playing by his twisted rules. She can have his protection, his heavy gaze, and his suffocating obsession—but he has made it dangerously clear that she can never, ever have his heart. But a girl like Viola doesn't know how to give her body without giving her soul. And when she inevitably pours all her desperate, unspoken love into a monster who is completely incapable of loving her back... where is her shattered heart supposed to go? *** Follow me on Instagram: @authorpria for exclusive teasers, sneak peeks, and book updates.

The Mafia King’s Plus Sized Queen

"I will pay you a thousand dollars to take me into that empty lounge right now, pin me against the wall, and ravish me until I forget my own name. Do we have a deal?" Charlotte Sinclair never imagined she would become the kind of woman who made such a reckless offer. But then again, she never imagined she would walk into a bathroom and discover her husband of five years cheating on her with her own sister. For years, Charlotte had been the perfect wife. She loved Sean, supported him, and endured every cruel comment about her body from the man who was supposed to cherish her. To him, she was the embarrassing wife he wished he could hide. To her sister, she was the woman who would always stand in her shadow. Until the night Charlotte finally broke. Heartbroken and furious, she decided to stop being the woman everyone could hurt. She was determined to make her cheating husband regret ever making her feel unwanted. The only problem? The man she mistook for a waiter wasn't a waiter at all. He was Giovanni Voss. The ruthless Mafia King. The billionaire feared by the entire city. And the most dangerous enemy her husband had ever made. Charlotte only wanted one night to forget her cheating husband. Giovanni Voss had no intention of letting her walk away after one. Because the Mafia King doesn't do one-night stands. And once Giovanni decides something belongs to him, he doesn't let it go.

THE DEVIL’S ONLY INNOCENCE

WARNING: Prepare to question my morals….and yours. This book will drag you into decisions your pastor, therapist and ancestors might not approve of. This adventure does not care about your innocence. If your morally upright and your conscience is squeaky clean, please exit the ride before things get messy. The rest of us? Let’s misbehave. TRIGGER WARNING: This book contains strong language, scenes of violence, blood,physical abuse, attempted sexual abuse and attempted suicide. It also explores themes of emotional distress and mental health struggles. Reader discretion is strongly advised. ~~~~~~~~~~ She was the girl fate had broken. A tragic accident stole her memories and left her with the innocence of a child,fragile, gentle, and lost in a world too cruel to understand her. He was the man everyone feared. A mafia boss with enemies at every turn, a life built on blood, and a heart long emptied of love. Until her. To him, she isn’t broken,she’s rare. Her laughter soothes the monster inside him, her touch unearths a part of him he thought was dead. She becomes his peace, his purpose, his undoing. But love in his world is never pure,it’s possessive, consuming, and edged with danger. He swears to protect her from everything that hunts them… never realizing some threats don’t come from the outside. Because in a world built on secrets and sins, even the softest heart can hide the sharpest blade. One fragile girl. One dangerous man. One love that could either save them—or destroy them both.

MINE

Is Rosarie Darling my type? No! Is she from some wealthy family? Fuck no! Is she the kind of woman I usually fuck? Hell no. Too mouthy. Too stubborn. Too fucking dangerous. But that brunette hair? That body? My eyes don’t seem to give a fuck about my preferences. Is she sweet or a darling as her surname suggests? No fucking chance! Is she soft-spoken and well-behaved? Hell fucking no! Is she the kind of woman who knows when to shut her mouth? Not when it comes to pissing me the fuck off! Is she quiet? That smart mouth doesn’t take a hint, no. Is she obedient? Fuck that. She’d probably argue with a loaded gun pointed at her head. Is she even available within the syndicate? No, she’s promised to my cousin, Angelo. Is she even worth the fucking hassle? No! But do I give a flying fuck? Not a single fucking one! The first time I saw Rosarie Darling, she was in my room, bent over my bed, humming like she fucking belonged there. She didn’t know that entering my room was forbidden. But I knew one thing. I wanted her. And once Kyliano Russo wants something, nobody gets to tell him no. Not even Angelo. Especially not Angelo. Because even when she's not exactly mine, She's fucking MINE!

My Bully is A Psycho

"Use your words Isabella , I want to hear that sweet voice of yours " His voice dripped with cold menace as his grip on my jaw tightened even more. My lips trembled under his harsh glare. I could barely manage to hold his gaze with my blurry teary ones . "I..I'm sorry A..Ace" I stuttered "You are always sorry, a pathetic cry baby is all you are ever going to be. " He sneered further tightening his grip on my shoulders. I couldn't stop an embarrassing tear that escaped my eyes at his words. "You are so pathetic, I will only hurt you more until you are nothing more than dust beneath my feet " My eyes widened when he inched closer , not knowing what to expect i shut my eyes tightly close . I stopped breathing when his breath fanned against my cheeks. When I opened my eyes he was gone. He used to be my crush and childhood best friend... But now he's my nightmare. He hates me, and he's vowed to make my life a living hell. Because I made a huge mistake. Staying alive when I should have died.

My Bully: My Forgotten First Love

"Do I make you wet, Catherine?" ******* She was the girl he never forget and he was the boy she couldn't remember. Catherine Meyer's life has been that of mystery, she couldn't remember anything from her childhood except for the ones she was told. At seventeen she was already living with an uncle she doesn't remember, when her uncle was transferred to New York she had to start at a new school. Her first day in Riverside High School was something she would always remember: She was claimed by a boy she doesn't even know, worst past is... She was attracted to him immediately she saw him.

Too Big to Fit.

“You don’t always have to say something, you know that, right?” I said, my voice sounding strange in my ears. “You need to stop talking down on people just to massage your stupid ego!” ***** The worst thing about suddenly changing schools is the part where you think it's your chance to begin from the top—take life by the reins and navigate it in the direction you've always wanted. That was what Sydney Walker thought when her boyfriend, Chase Monroe, released private pictures of her right before he left the town. Then a week after, her father is found dead in the cold rain. She was forced to go live in a whole new city with her family which she barely knew, giving her hope that she could start afresh. But news flash: she's still the same plus size, introverted nerd even in her perfect sister's kind of clothes. And Tyler Sinclair—Lakeview’s golden boy, never called it a day if he didn't remind her that she was three times her sister's size, up to their senior year. But the more he punches her in the guts, the more circumstances around her push her to fight back. But when? And how would she finally square up to the one boy that toxic part of her secretly wants to see every day? And what about Tyler? Are his insults just mere “tease” or is there something going on in his family that no one else knows about?

A Lesson In Forbidden Love

He was making out with her when I walked in. The dean of Bellmont Academy was bent over her desk, completely lost in the moment. And Vincent Carrington, hockey captain and heir to a fortune that could buy this school a hundred times over, stood behind her, his hands on her waist, acting like he had nothing to lose. I should have looked away. I should have run. But I stood there frozen, watching the boy I'd loved from the shadows for three years use a woman old enough to be his mother like she was disposable. And then he saw me. Now he's threatening to ruin me. To destroy my mother and make my life a living hell. Worse? His father is marrying my mother. Vincent Carrington is about to become my stepbrother. Now we live under the same roof. Now I have to see him every day. Now he's pushing me against walls, his hand on my throat, his lips inches from mine, telling me he'll never accept me while his body betrays every word he says. Because the way he looks at me isn't hatred. The way he touches me isn't cruelty. And the way I kissed him back? That was the most dangerous thing I've ever done.

The Ice King Is My Roommate

“Rule number one,” he says. “Stay out of my room.” “Rule number two,” I reply. “Keep your girlfriends out of the living room.” He grins. “Jealous already?” I roll my eyes. “I’d rather date a cactus.” Six months later… He’s on one knee. And I’m about to break both our hearts.

Fake Dating The Hockey Captain

Synopsis Betrayed by the boy she loved and the girl she trusted most, Sienna Vale is burning for payback. Humiliated and furious, she drafts a secret letter to the school administration revealing everything about her ex, Lucas Kane. But right before she can drop it, her nerve fails. There’s one complication. Lucas’s fiercest competitor on the ice walks in on her. Instead of turning her in, Damian Rhodes forces her into a fake relationship with him. Why would the star forward and Lucas’s biggest enemy suddenly demand she date him? Perhaps he wants to ruin Lucas just as much as she does. Or perhaps Damian is playing a longer game of his own. Captain of the hockey team, campus idol, and heir to a powerful family fortune, Damian is known for being dangerous, charming, and completely uninterested in anything serious. Girls never last long with him. Trusting him is the last thing Sienna should ever do. Their deal has one strict condition: No catching feelings. It sounds simple. Sienna believes she can stick to it. Until every charged look and every deliberate touch starts proving her wrong. She’s already deeper than she realizes.

Exposing the Impostor

The most popular girl from my high school is getting married. She invites everyone in our class to the wedding. I want to act like I don't see the message, but she deliberately tags me in the group chat. "You kept pretending to be a rich girl like me in high school, but I don't hold it against you. In fact, I'll allow you to attend my wedding tomorrow to see what the rich life is like." The other classmates speak up. "You're so generous, Haley. It's no wonder you can marry someone from the Baumer family. I can't believe you can even forgive someone as materialistic as Emma!" "Does someone like Emma Larkin even deserve to attend Haley's wedding? She's so full of herself." As the insults become worse, Haley Stockwell steps forward to keep the peace. "Come on, let's put this behind us. I'm not bothered by these things since it's been so long. Anyway, let's not bear a grudge against Emma when she's already so poor and ugly." Everyone in the group chat starts singing her praises and calling her kind and innocent. I sneer. Haley is the one who kept pretending to be rich—I'm the true heiress from an affluent family, yet she made me out to be a liar. She turned me into the target of everyone's insults. I check the digital wedding invitation to see that the venue is my villa. The groom looks familiar—isn't he my husband's driver? I smile at the thought of what's going to happen. I reply, "Sure! I have to attend your wedding!"

Runaway Groom, Thanks for Setting Me Free

To avoid a ridiculous arranged marriage that had been decided before I was even born, I beg my father to send the family a picture of an ordinary-looking woman with a face covered in spots. I've heard before that Austin Hammond, the most distinguished scion in Jarlesbury and the man I was supposed to marry, has an obsession with looks. If anyone who doesn't meet his standards comes within ten feet of him, he instructs his bodyguards to get them out of his sight. Since then, I've continued to hide my captivating face and pretend to be a plain, unattractive woman—and one day, Joshua Farrell shows up. On the day he proposes to me, he holds my hand and promises, "Your looks don't matter to me, Ellie. No matter what you look like, I will still love you." Believing his words, I ignore my father's protests and insist on getting engaged to Joshua. Finally, our wedding day arrives. Just when we're about to exchange our wedding rings, he stares lovingly at the surgically-enhanced face of his first love, Isabel Grady, and abandons me at the altar. The guests mutter among themselves, casting pitying looks in my direction, but I simply smile. It occurs to me then just how easy it is to see a man's true colors. It's just as well. This means I can settle for being Mrs. Hammond without a care in the world.

The Price of Assumptions

My brother calls me his princess and transfers money to me as allowance; his wife-to-be misunderstands and thinks I'm his secret lover. She crashes my new apartment, which I've lovingly decorated, with a group of friends and family. "I can't believe you're someone's secret lover when you're so young! I'll teach you a lesson on your parents' behalf! I'm going to spread your illicit relationship online so your teachers and classmates will all know how shameless you are!" They trash my new apartment and rip my clothes off. Then, they make sure to get my student ID in the scene as they record me getting bullied. My brother rushes over, his eyes red and bloodshot. "Have you guys lost your mind? How dare you bully my sister!"

When the Dream Fades

After taking care of my mother's ashes, I rushed overseas to attend my fiance's wedding to another woman. Preston Wallace had developed retrograde amnesia during a secret mission. He remembered everyone and everything—except me. His doctor said the most effective way to recover his lost memories was to continue the life he'd come to accept after losing them. In other words, he had to keep playing husband and wife with his female partner. So, for the sake of my unborn child, I personally handed Preston the wedding vows. That night, I came across a trending post online. "I feel awful about what I've put her through. For the past three years, whether she had a fever, caught a cold, or got into a car accident, she had to handle it all alone. How can I make up for what I owe her and still enjoy my life now without feeling guilty?" Someone replied in the comments, "You can't have it both ways. But you could switch from retrograde amnesia to situational amnesia—where you remember whoever you're with." Not long after, Preston messaged me. "Madeline, it's been three years. How have you and your mom been?" I stared at his message without replying. Preston had no idea that after what happened to him, his enemies came by our home, wanting to retaliate against my mother and me. My mother was stabbed 12 times while protecting me. After three years in a vegetative state, she finally regained consciousness. But when she heard that Preston had lost his memory and was going to marry another woman, she couldn't handle the news and died.

The Day I Left the Band, He Thought I’d Be Back

I was paying the rent on our band's practice space when the Brooklyn Indie Fest dropped its first lineup. Our name was on the poster. Only, Lila was listed as the lead singer—the girl who’d joined three weeks ago. I asked Noah if they’d messed up the credits. He sent a voice message: "It suits Lila's voice better. Didn't you always say all that mattered was getting the song out there?" That was my song. I first sang it to him six years ago, in a leaky garage back in high school. He promised me that the day we hit a real stage, I’d sing the very first note. Then we started dating. We worked our way out of that garage and into New York’s dive bars. Whenever I asked when I’d get the mic, he told me to wait for the right moment. Now the moment was finally here, and he gave it away. Another text from Noah popped up: Don't be late for rehearsal. Lila needs you to coach her on the second verse. I opened the festival’s website. Solo applications closed in ten minutes. I still had the original demo on my laptop. I hit upload, and didn’t text him back.

The Group Chat Without Me

Growing up, I always had four boys around me. They were the most popular guys in school. Friday night football games, weekend pool parties, even who got to sit at their lunch table—people cared about all of it. But the spot next to them was always saved for me. My locker was stocked with snacks they'd shoved in there. My phone was full of goofy photos of them from games. After every party, someone would drape a varsity jacket over my shoulders and walk me home. So when college acceptances came out, they spread four Stanford letters in front of me and asked if I dared to give up Harvard and go to California with them. I barely hesitated. We even made a group chat called "Five on the West Coast." I shared dorm photos, orientation events, even made a road trip route map across the country. Until the night of the graduation party. Claude lent me his tablet to pick songs, and I saw a chat window he hadn't logged out of. [So all four of us are staying in Boston with Chloe, and only Vivian actually paid the Stanford deposit?] [She even made the road trip playlist. When are you guys going to tell her?] [After she gets to California. If we tell her now, she'll freak out.] [Vivian can make friends on her own. Chloe can't even go to the cafeteria by herself. She needs us more.] [Relax. Didn't Claude give Vivian a promise ring and say he'd propose after graduation? She won't break up over four years long-distance.] I looked down at the ring on my hand. Last week, Claude was wearing my graduation cap, kissing me on camera, saying what he looked forward to most was starting college together. Turned out I was the only one who believed it. They didn't know that a few days ago, I'd already accepted a summer research program in Switzerland recommended by my Stanford advisor. The flight was booked for three days from now. I deleted that five-person road trip route map. This time, I wasn't going to wait for them to come pick me up.