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When Dexter Welch, a security guard who works in the residential area, sees me driving my pink Toyota Corolla everywhere, he's very certain that I'm a sugar baby who's being backed by her own sugar daddy. On the first day, I see one word getting carved into the car hood. It says "bitch". I merely give the hood a wipedown without uttering a word. Later on, I swap out the current SD card of my dashcam to an SD card that has a 512 GB memory. On the second day, my car windows get smashed in. When I go over to the property management office to check the security footage, the front desk agent tells me that the security camera overseeing my car "happens" to be broken. Dexter leans against the desk with a grin on his face. "If that car of yours is ruined, then so be it. Tell your sugar daddy to buy you another one." I crouch down and take a picture of the damage. Then, I save it into a folder called "evidence" in my phone. On the third day, two of my tires have gone flat. When I bend down to pick up a spare tire, Dexter hugs me from behind all of a sudden. He murmurs into my ear, "What's so good about sleeping with an old codger? Why don't you date me instead? I'm young and strong—" That's when I grab a wrench and smash it right into his arm. As Dexter nurses his injured arm, he glares at me. "How dare you lay a finger on me! Go ahead and lodge a report, then! My uncle's the property manager here! What can you do about me, hmm?" I silently note down Dexter's work ID without saying anything. On the fourth day, I drive another pink car back to the apartment. As soon as Dexter notices the flash of pink in its usual parking slot, he smiles as he exits the guardhouse. Then, he pulls out a key from his pocket and scratches my car with all his strength. An older gentleman who happens to be walking his dog nearby freezes in his tracks. He sounds so startled that his voice actually cracks. "Have you gone nuts? Do you know the model of the car you've just scratched? That's a top-tier Rolls-Royce!"

Veronica, a musician in a band, finds herself on a sticky wicket when she realizes that the man of her dreams—Théo Reynaud—is an elaborate masquerade to his danger-seeking alter ego. As she tries to stay relevant in the music scene, she battles depression and bouts of anxiety while dealing with a dysfunctional long-distance relationship. Théo is a fashion model striving to make a good living in the cutthroat industry while moonlighting as an informant. After a vindictive crime boss endangers his family, he is tasked to complete his final assignment to keep his loved ones out of harm's way, and be with the woman he loves. ▬▬▬▬▬▬ genres: CONTEMPORARY ROMANCE, CRIME, DRAMA ▬▬▬▬▬▬ This is a work of fiction. Places, characters, dialogues, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination, or are used fictitiously. This story contains profanity, sexual themes, drug usage, and some violence intended for mature readers. Read at your own risk. [DISCLAIMER: The author does not own the original images on the book cover.]

I loved Vincent Jones for three years. Even after his "amnesia," he still remembered only me. So I played along, threw away my study abroad dreams, stayed up all night building his game, forgave every broken promise and every bruise he left behind. Then I found out I was carrying his child. And from outside that VIP room door, I heard him laughing with his true love, counting up my humiliations like trophies. He was never sick. It was all a game. The missing bracelet in the rain? That was number one. Sabotaging my scholarship? That was seventy-two. The fall that took our baby and broke my leg? Ninety-nine. And number one hundred? He was going to destroy my life’s work, my game, in front of everyone I knew. So. He wanted to bet my heart for sport? Then I'll give him a death he can't come back from. Claire Bennett died in that plane crash. Now? You can call me June An. And Vincent Jones? He's going to pay for every single one of the hundred times he broke me.

BRI est la fille unique du richissime homme d'affaires Tony Smith, ce dernier trempe dans des affaires louches. Sa couverture n'est que fictive. Il est tellement fier de sa fille qu'il ne cache pas sa volonté de la voir lui succéder un jour à la tête du cartel. Bri mène une vie monotone mais guidée par l'argent de soirées alcoolisées en soirées alcoolisées elle vit. Mais l'arrivée de Marco va tout chambouler. Ce dernier cache un lourd secret, secret qui risque de détruire leur relation, relation sur laquelle Bri et lui n'ont pas mit de mot. Que se passera t-il?

Before the holidays, my old house was demolished by the government, so I received a settlement of almost five million dollars. The next morning, Lawrence Gellar, one of my buddies who hailed from the same village, invited me to a game of poker. Unexpectedly, not only did I lose five million dollars overnight, but I had also written an IOU note to Lawrence, claiming that I still owed him more than a million dollars. Dad rushed all the way from home just to deliver the money that was meant for his treatment. But he relapsed into his sickly condition due to exhaustion, which resulted in his death. Later on, Lawrence kept splashing red paint onto my home and caused a ruckus at my workplace every day. I couldn't handle his harassment at all, so I chose to commit suicide. When I open my eyes again, I see Lawrence sitting right in front of me while yelling, "Why did I lose again? Since you're on a lucky streak, you have to play a few more rounds!"

One night. Two babies. Five years of secrets. Colette Etienne's life imploded when her boyfriend's betrayal left her drugged and in a stranger's bed. She remembers only fragments-his ice-cold touch, that commanding voice, the way he vanished like smoke. Then came the twins. And the contract: *Have the babies. Take the cash. Disappear forever.* Colette took the money, kept one baby, and ran. Five years later, she's back in Crestfall City with her daughter Lea, ready for a fresh start. Instead, she crashes-literally-into Oliver Ashford: billionaire CEO by day, shadow king of the city's underworld by night. Ruthless. Untouchable. Dangerous. And unfortunately for Colette, he's also the father she's been hiding from. When Oliver discovers the truth, his carefully controlled empire starts to crumble. The woman who defies him at every turn isn't just some random nuisance-she's *hers*. The mother of both his children. Revenge becomes obsession. Hatred ignites into something neither can resist. Some secrets are too explosive to stay buried.