My Secret Deal With the

Elena Brooks didn’t sell her soul for money. She sold it for her sister’s life. When cold-hearted billionaire Alessandro Rossi offers her a way out of insurmountable debt. One year as his contract wife, she has no choice but to sign. One bed. Brutal rules. Total surrender. In exchange: five million dollars and protection from the enemies her father betrayed. But Sandro Rossi is no ordinary billionaire. He is the ruthless Don of the Rossi Syndicate, a man who takes what he wants and destroys what he can’t control. Now trapped in his opulent penthouse, Elena finds herself at the mercy of a predator. Every lingering stare makes her pulse race. Every deliberate touch sets her skin on fire. Every whispered command strips away another piece of her resistance. The more she fights his dominance, the more shamefully she craves it. As dangerous rivals close in and deadly secrets rise from the past, Elena realizes the real threat isn’t the contract. It’s the monster who’s slowly claiming her body… and stealing her heart. Some deals are written in ink. Theirs was sealed in blood, lust, and obsession. And once Sandro Rossi decides a woman belongs to him… He never lets her go.

I made a deal with the Devil. My soul, in exchange for seven days on earth after I died. The eleventh hour after my death happened to fall on our third wedding anniversary. The moment I walked through the door, he had just come home from another woman's place. He had an anniversary gift waiting for me. A set of sapphires. But the card tucked beside them bore another woman's name. I spotted a pale lavender hair tie in his hand. Once, I would have fought him over a hair tie like that, all the way from the front hall to the study. This time, I said nothing. It was him who froze instead, staring at me like I was a stranger. "You didn't used to be like this. I almost miss the way you used to fall apart over everything." He was right. The old me would have thrown a fit over something as small as him forgetting to cut my steak. But ever since the miscarriage, my heart had been dying by slow degrees. When I found out I was pregnant, I was overjoyed. I wanted him to be the first to know. But I couldn't reach him, no matter how many times I called. I lost the baby. I hemorrhaged. That very afternoon, while I lay on the operating table, a photo of him and that woman hit the entertainment headlines. He never even knew I had carried a child. Now there was only one last thing I wanted from him. To drive me up to the northern coast, and bury me with his own hands. But when he realized I had truly vanished from this world, he came undone.

He smirked, knowing he was on the winning side. "So it's a done deal for three months?" He raised his eyebrows, putting his hand forth for a handshake. I looked at the long fingers and perfectly aligned nails and then at his patient face. Sighing to myself I my own hand into his and ignored the tingles that flowed through every nerve as his fingers curled around my hand and shook it lightly. "Yeah three months." "Goodnight then." He winked, removing his hand from mine and turned to walk away. "Hey wait!" I called out, suddenly remembering something. "You don't have my number." "What makes you think that? I have my ways Smith." And with one last wink I saw him take a turn and disappear from my sight. I let out a long breath, leaning on the nearby wall. Looks like I just made a deal with the Devil. * A sarcastic girl, a cocky guy. Throw in some mystery, murder, filthy jokes, wonderful friends, tons of kisses, secrets, surprises, eye-rolls and a killer on run. And you have got yourself a story never read before. ***So grab a cup of hot chocolate, some chips and a warm blanket and get ready to laugh, cry and bite your lip in anticipation. Enjoy!!

"You are so sexy" he whispered into my ear, he was started sucking on my neck, trailing kisses slowly to my neckbone. I let out a whimper when he harshly sucked on my shoulder. He progressed to raising my skirts and running his hands on my lap meanwhile I was unconsciously grinding him, I heard him moan at the back of his throat. Elizabeth Smith, a sweet, loving, and pretty girl who has no family except her best friend is looking for a job to support herself. She gets a job in a big company to work directly with the boss and that was the beginning of the end. She was forced to make a deal with the devil, will the deal bring joy to her or pain and suffering?

After my prays didn't seem to be heard by god, I was getting more and more desperate. To me, each passing minute was like my time with my mom was slipping away from my hands and I felt so frustrated, so helpless that I couldn't do a thing about it. It was my last resort, if not only. I made a deal with devil.

I never imagined selling myself to a stranger, but desperation changes everything. “My offer is simple,” he said, leaning back in his leather chair, his voice colder than the iced whiskey in his glass. “Help us track down those people you overheard last night and act as bait for a few months” His eyes were steel—sharp, unreadable. I swallowed hard. I was a waitress. He was a billionaire. We lived in different worlds. But my mother was dying, and I needed money fast. “And in return?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper. “You get two million dollars as well as protection from the criminal organization looking for you,” he said flatly. My hands trembled in my lap. This wasn’t a proposal. It was a transaction. And I was the product. But I nodded anyway. “Deal.”