Her Own Rules

She thinks she can resist him. He knows she can’t. Henry Moore is a man who always gets what he wants but Andrea Collins is the one woman daring enough to defy him. Every glance, every word, every touch ignites a war between control and desire… and neither of them will surrender. Andrea’s heart is still broken from a betrayal that shattered her on her twenty-fourth birthday with her first love. She’s determined to rebuild her life on her own terms—no distractions, no complications, no men. But Henry is relentless. The more she pushes him away, the more he draws her in. And as their chemistry becomes impossible to ignore, Andrea faces the ultimate choice: keep running from love, or risk everything for the one man who refuses to let her go.

When Callie returns home for the summer, staying at her best friend Mia's house feels like slipping back into childhood, until she sees Grayson Carter again. Once her best friend's quiet, overworked dad, Grayson is now older, rougher, and dangerously irresistible. He remembers her as a girl with ink-stained fingers and a reckless laugh. Now, she is a woman who is confident, sharp-tongued, and completely off-limits. Neither of them meant to start crossing lines. But whispered glances turn into midnight encounters. Denial becomes an obsession. And one forbidden moment changes everything. As passion collides with guilt, Callie and Grayson are forced to choose between the love they shouldn't want and the consequences they can't escape. Off Limits is a slow-burn forbidden romance filled with raw chemistry, emotional damage, and a love story that is anything but clean.

"I didn’t know I was marrying two people. He wore the suit, but she pulled the strings. The day I walked down the aisle, eyes locked with the man I loved, I thought I had found peace. I thought I was finally leaving behind the noise of my childhood, the ache of loneliness, and the years I spent praying for a love that would choose me, only me. But no one told me that some men never truly leave their mothers. They marry, yes,but their hearts remain tangled in an invisible umbilical cord, one that stretches past vows, past bedrooms, past boundaries. I moved into our new home, only to find that the walls had ears, hers. We lived in separate flats, but it never truly felt like my space. My marriage was a room she walked into, uninvited but ever present. Her opinions dripped into our arguments, her eyes followed me from behind lace curtains, and her voice echoed in decisions that should have belonged to me and my husband. At first, I kept quiet. I told myself it was cultural. Respect. Family. Then I told myself it was temporary. Then I stopped telling myself anything at all, because nothing I said made a difference. This is not a story of hate. It’s a story of love, tested by bloodlines, boundaries, and a battle I never asked to fight. This is my truth. The marriage I thought was mine. The home that never really felt like home. And the rules I never agreed to, but had to live by, simply because… I was under her roof".

Rule 1: Don’t fall in love with me Rule 2- Don’t touch my things Rule 3: This is not your home, don’t decorate/ change anything Rule 4: Stay out of my Business Rule 5: Don’t ever be seen in public with another man. Rule 6: Don’t touch me. Rule 7: Don’t ever enter my room You know the things about Contract Marriage, they come with rules right? Rules are meant to be broken, but that's just my thoughts. My 6’5 husband, the epitome of irresistible allure and captivating mystery prefers I follow his rules while he's all busy. But the thing is, we both needed this marriage so why should it be His rules? I mean I know I got my own rules and I'll be damn if he doesn't follow them just as I do his. Even I know how to dress up and look good. Now he's thrown into the corner with my rules, it's a battle he intends on winning but tough shit cause so do I. But those are not the only rules that should not be broken, is it? The rules of the heart cannot be obey and Dammit if he doesn't make me swoon but this is our Marriage, Our rules.

An overnight conspiracy crowned me the ruler of East Millsdearne. A ruler unfit to rule, a ruler always questioned, and looked down upon as weak. Why? Because I am a woman. Princess Adria was a rebel. Since young, all she wanted was the power and respect in every eye that looked at her. But all she got was lust. Where the crown gave her the power, she still surged to get the respect. Respect that came laced with lust, loss, and sacrifices. Sacrifices that kept her away from the love of her life. Tangled in a journey to find and give what women deserve, Adria tangles her love life. Will she succumb to the power of the throne, or will she draw herself out? A tale of the queen, that deserved power, and love. The question is how will she hold onto both.

Ava Lancaster gave up her identity as a billionaire heiress to marry for love, choosing anonymity over inheritance and devotion over power. But her husband, Liam Hayes, repays her sacrifice with betrayal—repeated affairs, emotional neglect, and the quiet erosion of her worth. When Ava finally walks away, she does so with nothing but her name, refusing alimony and erasing herself from the life she helped build. What Liam never knows is that Ava secretly returns to the empire she once abandoned, reclaiming her family legacy and rising as the unseen CEO of a global conglomerate. Years later, when Liam’s failing company seeks a partnership to survive, fate brings them face-to-face again—this time with Ava holding all the power and Liam unaware that the woman he discarded now controls his future. As business turns into a battlefield, Ava orchestrates her revenge not with cruelty, but with dominance, strategy, and restraint. Torn between the ghosts of her past and the possibility of new love with a steadfast rival CEO, Ava must confront the cost of power, the weight of forgiveness, and the question of whether love can exist without surrender. Empire of Her Own is a long-burn, emotionally rich modern romance about betrayal, reinvention, and a woman choosing herself—fully, unapologetically, and on her own terms.