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YEARNERS delivers addictive short stories filled with building tension and passionate moments. Each tale is a complete journey spread over 7 to 10 chapters. You’ll find slow teasing that leads to overwhelming encounters, touches turning into strong claims, and characters who lose themselves completely in the wrong person. Expect deep emotional games, secret conflicts, and characters who give in to what they know is wrong. Open the book… if you dare to surrender.

The three heirs of the Whitman family all claimed to love me. But their way of loving me was to keep me hidden. Alexander said New York's financial reporters were too aggressive and that making our relationship public would only put me in the middle of a media frenzy. Nicholas said people in the investment world were vicious gossips and he was afraid I'd become a target, so he never brought me to his partners' gatherings, private clubs, or holiday receptions. Leon said his music career wasn't established yet. Once he had a stage that was truly his own, he would acknowledge me in front of the whole world. I waited four years. This changed when Lillian Grant walked into their lives. Alexander walked her down the red carpet at the Manhattan Art Foundation gala. The next day, every entertainment outlet ran the same headline: "Eldest Whitman Heir Appears to Go Public with New Romance." Nicholas brought her to an investor reception, where his partners called her "the future Mrs. Whitman" right to my face. Leon was the most direct. He played a song at a twenty-thousand-person concert and told the livestream camera, "For the most important person in my life." The jumbotron cut to Lillian's seat. The day after the livestream. Alexander set a folder on the coffee table. "You're twenty-five now. We think it's time you had a life of your own." Nicholas continued, "This man comes from an ordinary background, but he has a stable job. He's been divorced once and has no children. " Leon slid the photo in front of me, smiling with the same easy warmth as always. "We've already met him for you. He's more than a good match." I didn't argue. I just picked up my phone and called the Whitman family attorney. What they didn't know was that the family trust Grandfather had established before his death made one thing perfectly clear. Whoever I chose would receive that twenty-seven percent block of voting shares and become the true power behind the Whitman family.

“Marry him… or watch your brother die.” Those seven words shatter Ava Carter’s world. She never imagined that saving a stranger’s life would lead her into the ruthless world of New York’s most powerful billionaire family. Now, drowning in debt and desperate to save her younger brother, Ava accepts an offer that sounds too good to refuse, a one-year contract marriage to Damien Blackwood. Cold, Arrogant, Untouchable. The billionaire CEO doesn’t believe in love. He only needs a wife long enough to claim his inheritance. No feelings, No touching, No falling in love. Just one signature… and twelve months of pretending. But every empire hides secrets. Every family buries lies. And every contract comes with a price. When enemies begin hunting Ava, buried truths about her past start to surface, and the line between a fake marriage and a real one begins to blur. Damien realizes the woman he married isn’t just the key to his inheritance, she may also be the only person who can destroy everything his family has built. In a city where billion-dollar fortunes are bought with betrayal, can love survive the final clause… or will their marriage become the most expensive mistake of their lives?

At my daughter's high school graduation party, she greeted me with a bouquet containing her wish list. "My dearest Mom! "My life truly begins at eighteen! "This is the first step toward rebuilding my social image and starting an entirely new life! "Thank you, Mom, for supporting me completely!" The list tucked into the bouquet included the newest phone, tablet, laptop, and earbuds. Together, the smaller items cost more than five thousand dollars. But the final line, printed in bold red letters, stabbed into my eyes like the point of a knife: Helena Abernathy must give Chloe Collins a house free of charge. The property will be for Chloe's exclusive use, and no one else will be permitted inside. I stared at the bouquet, while the soul that had died unjustly in my previous life trembled inside my body. Last time, I carried that bouquet home and tossed and turned all night. In the end, I still tried to discuss it with my daughter. "Chloe, about the house... I truly can't afford it right now." "Could we possibly..." Chloe was silent for three seconds before accusing me through tears. "I knew it! You never loved me. You only love yourself!" My photograph, address, and workplace were posted across social media. Then came the online attacks, the doxxing, the red paint splashed across my door, and the suspension from my job. When I stood on a rooftop, unable to endure the abuse any longer, the people below kept recording and shouting: "Jump! If you aren't guilty, why would you jump?" This time, I looked down at the bouquet in my arms and smiled. I didn't want the list. And I didn't want this daughter anymore.

Born into privilege but determined to forge his own path, Reynolds Bennet built his billion-dollar empire from the ground up. Amy Martins, the sheltered daughter of tycoon Robert Martins, has spent her life trapped under the suffocating control of her father. To her, marrying Reynolds is just another prison, one with gilded bars. But when Reynolds offers a surprising proposition, Amy glimpses a chance at the one thing she’s always craved: freedom. What begins as a calculated arrangement soon spirals into something neither expected. With emotions flaring and desires colliding, Amy and Reynolds must confront a question neither is prepared to answer, what happens when the lines between obligation and love blur beyond recognition?

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