Filthy Lucre: Economics For People Who Hate Capitalism

“Why me?” The petite girl tilted her head sideways to gaze at the concrete wall that suddenly looked quite interesting whilst steadying her erratic breath but within seconds her body roughly flew to the other side of the cave with a harsh thud knocking everything out of. Blood splashed from her mouth in immense amount. Her unsteady blurry gaze shifted at the intruder and what she saw made her heart tighten in terror. There and than she knew she was a goner.

They rule the school. They hate me. And apparently… I'm theirs. Mira Vale didn't come to Apex Moon Academy to make enemies. She came to survive. But surviving gets complicated when the three most powerful, most dangerous, most infuriating Alphas on campus decide she's their favourite target. Kael. Ronan. Lucien. The Ravencrest triplets. Cold. Ruthless. Impossible to ignore. She's a half-blood nobody. They're heirs to the most feared pack in the territory. This was never supposed to be her story. Then the bond snaps. And suddenly the boys who made her life hell can't stay away — and neither can she. She has a secret that could change everything. They have a past that could destroy her. And the mate bond doesn't care about any of that. Some mistakes you can't take back. Some bonds you can't break. And some alphas — even the ones who hate you — won't ever let you go.

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One reckless night in Vegas left Elena Reyes with a poker-chip bracelet... and a secret daughter. Five years later, she's pitching her struggling agency to the ruthless billionaire CEO Damian Holt, unaware he's the stranger who once claimed her body and soul. When he signs the exclusive contract, their worlds collide: forced proximity, late-night strategy sessions, and a slow-burning attraction neither can deny. But danger lurks. Damian's ambitious brother Theo schemes to steal the company. A rival agency spreads vicious rumors. Elena's estranged mother resurfaces with blackmail demands. And anonymous threats target the one thing Elena would die to protect, her four-year-old daughter, Mia. As Damian notices the familiar bracelet and feels an inexplicable pull toward the child who looks too much like him, buried memories threaten to surface. Secrets unravel, alliances fracture, and old debts come due. Will Damian discover the truth before it's too late? Or will corporate betrayal, family lies, and a hidden video from that fateful night destroy everything? A sizzling billionaire secret baby romance packed with suspense, betrayal, forced proximity, groveling hero, and explosive revelations.

Each story unfolds in a high-risk, everyday-turned-sinful location that heightens the taboo and intensity: family holiday homes, corporate offices after dark, suburban backyards and windows, quiet suburban houses during family trips, empty conference rooms, sacred camp chapels, broken-down vehicles in remote woods, celebrity VIP lounges, shared college apartments, dorm rooms left unlocked.

They said it was just a phase. A crush. A mistake she’d forget by morning. But obsessions don’t fade. They grow. In Filthy Obsessions, lust doesn’t whisper, it grabs hair, rips buttons, and leaves bruises in its name. These stories are not sweet. They’re soaked in sin. A sex therapist who doesn’t use words to fix broken marriages. A judge who sentences two sisters to submission, then joins them. A father’s best friend who doesn’t just watch,he waits, dark and patient, until she begs for his cock. An art professor who sketches her body in secret... then ruins her innocence on the altar. These men aren’t heroes. They’re cravings in human form. And the women who fall for them? They never recover. If you’ve ever whispered “Daddy, begged for it, screamed through it, or touched yourself thinking, “What if…” Filthy Obsessions was written for you.