The Berenstains' B Book

Despite being born into a noble family, Heather hasn't been treated as such by everyone around her. Everyone except her sister, who showed her great love. Who would've thought that very sister would run away on the day of her wedding, leaving Heather as the unsuitable yet necessary replacement? Benjamin is a feared man with a bad reputation. His heart was frozen over by the harshness of life and love was the last thing on his mind. After accepting an arranged marriage to get his stepmother off his neck, he didn't expect to be given a beautiful yet annoying woman as his bride. Little did he know that life had been unfair to them both. What started as a marriage of duty blossoms into something beautiful that they both cherish, but there is someone who is lurking in the darkness, thirsting for revenge.

Gretel, er, I mean, Gabriella Salazar finds temptation and desperation to be too great and breaks into a wicked witch’s—uh, that is—a pretentious, rich woman’s condo, only to discover she’s not the only one with a B & E fetish. The twist is that the mysterious, handsome Hansel to her Gretel who has also stolen into the same apartment is anything but brotherly, and the two strangers find themselves lip-locked before the evening is over. Now Gabby and her new, aggravating accomplice must get crafty and work together to free themselves and everyone they hold dear from a mad woman’s clutches.But breaking and entering never ends with a happily ever after. Right?

Veronica devoted three years of her life to Chase Pemberton… the only man she had ever loved since her childhood. Even her toxic, hard-to-please father approved of their relationship, and for a while, she believed she had won in her life. But her world comes crashing down when she finds out that Chase is sleeping with many other women, and he even calls Veronica a ‘boring maid’ who doesn’t turn him on anymore. As if that heartbreak isn’t enough, her toxic father sides with Chase and pressures her to win back the man who literally cheated on her. Drowning in despair and convinced she has nothing left to live for, Veronica stands on the edge of a rooftop, ready to end it all… until the Ashford brothers arrive at the right moment and save her life. The Ashford brothers, known as the 'billionaire brothers', are extremely handsome and dangerously irresistible… they become her strength. With their help, Veronica begins to rebuild her life independently, and fights with her rivals… And proves her worth to the world that once mocked her. But then, a new storm brews within her heart… as she finds herself caught in an irresistible ‘love triangle’ with the billionaire brothers who equally desire her. Two hot 🔥 brothers! “Can she choose between one of them without breaking the heart ❤️ of another?” One choice could make her. One betrayal could break her. And one forbidden love could change everything. 💎 This story promises: ❤️🔥 A scorching love triangle between two billionaire brothers. 🏛️💼 High-stakes family, business, and betrayal drama. 👑✨ The rise of a fierce, independent heroine who claims her power.

She came looking for a fresh start. She found something far more complicated. Beatrice has spent years keeping herself afloat — working jobs that drain her, paying bills that never shrink, going home each night to a silence that grows heavier by the day. When a housekeeper position at one of the city's most lavish estates falls into her hands, it feels like the universe finally offering her something gentle. Something quiet. She didn't expect them. Silas is everything danger looks like when it's dressed in elegance. Refined, wickedly intelligent, and devastatingly charming — he speaks in carefully chosen words and looks at her like she's already a secret he intends to keep. Atticus is something else entirely. Raw. Unpredictable. The kind of man whose presence fills a room before he even enters it. He looks at Beatrice like she belongs to him — like he decided that long before she had any say in the matter. And God help anyone who disagrees. Beatrice keeps her head down and her walls up. But walls mean nothing in a house like this, with men like these. Their world is intoxicating. Their attention is impossible to escape. The brothers take what they want. The brothers keep what they claim. And they have claimed her.

For over a hundred years, the human town has provided the next mate for the reigning beasts and this year, a bride is required. Paisley and Nevaeh are from the family mandated to provide the next bride for the reigning beast. Nevaeh has been selected as the eldest daughter while Paisley is engaged to a man she loves. What happens when Nevaeh runs away the night before her collection and Paisley is asked to go in place of her sister to be the bride of the beast.

There were two famous deadweights in Kingsgate's high society. One was me, Millie Tanner, the pampered little princess whose only talents were shopping and throwing parties. The other was my childhood friend, Iver Langford, the fragile young heir born with autism and congenital heart failure. However, my older brother was the most feared name in the underworld, and my second brother was the richest man in the country. Iver's older sister was the undefeated queen of the courtroom, and his second sister was a surgeon whose hands could bring back the dead. One day, the four of them were chatting over a game of poker. "Raising one hopeless case takes the same effort as two. Might as well pair them off." Just like that, Iver and I signed the marriage papers. Our married life consisted of maxing out my second brother's credit cards, raiding my older brother's dinner table, and waiting for his sisters to show up with care packages. That was the routine, until my older brother sent us to attend a banquet at the Crestport tycoon's estate in his place. At the banquet, the tycoon's daughter, Portia Beaumont, waved around a blurry photo taken from behind and insisted I was the other woman who had stolen her boyfriend. I kept my temper. "You have the wrong person. I'm married, and this is my husband." Portia lost it on the spot and swung at me. "Married and still out here throwing yourself at men?" Iver stepped in front of me on instinct and took the slap meant for me. Blood seeped from the corner of his mouth. She sneered, "Oh, is he slow? His wife's out cheating and he can't even tell, but he still jumps in to protect her? One's a tramp, and the other's an idiot. The perfect match!" She flicked her wrist, and several bodyguards lunged toward us. "Get them both." My heart ached as I looked at Iver, and I dialed my older brother's number. "Someone's picking on me." These people had no idea. Crossing the four terrors of Kingsgate and living to tell about it was one thing. Messing with the two of us was something else entirely.