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During a family dinner, the older relatives smiled and encouraged Dylan Jenkin and me to sit together. But once I sat down, he casually turned away and settled beside my stepsister, Ivy Langford. One of the elders said teasingly, “Aren’t you and Nina joined at the hip? We thought you two might make it official today. Why aren’t you sitting together?” Dylan chuckled and poured Ivy a cup of tea. “Don’t get the wrong idea. Nina and I are just close friends,” he said with calm and casual ease. His gaze swept over me without a hint of affection. Then, he turned to Ivy beside him. His voice grew gentler as he said, “I’ve always liked girls like Ivy.” Laughter echoed around the table, yet a chill settled into my heart. No one knew that we had been secretly dating for three years. After countless nights in each other’s arms, he reassured me that he would tell the family about us once his older brother had a girlfriend. He said they might see his brother as irresponsible and immature if he revealed his relationship first. I finally saw the truth behind those excuses: he simply did not love me. I forced a smile and nodded along with his words. “Yes, we’re just friends.” Dylan exhaled in relief. He was clearly pleased with my response. He had no idea that I was not actually playing along. With those final words, I stopped holding on and gave up on our secret relationship.

Ash had always harbored a deep desire to study abroad. When the opportunity finally presented itself, she was ecstatic and brimming with excitement. Her eagerness to explore a new culture and learn new things was palpable. However, little did she know that her life was about to take a dramatic turn. Upon arriving at her destination, Ash met her new roommate, who was undeniably attractive. They soon became friends with benefits, and Ash was living her best life. However, things took a surprising turn when she met her roommate's best friend, who was even hotter than him. It was then that Ash realized she was attracted to both men. She shared this revelation with them, and they agreed to engage in threesomes, fulfilling a long-standing fantasy of hers. Their sexual escapades were thrilling and fun, but as time passed, Ash began to realize that her addiction to sex was starting to take a toll on her life. She found herself skipping classes, neglecting her studies, and spending all her money on sex parlors. Her addiction became so severe that it strained her relationships with friends and family. One day, Ash's ex-boyfriend Alex joined the same master's program as her. Although they hadn't spoken since their messy breakup, they rekindled their friendship. However, her newfound desires had changed, and Alex wasn't enough, so he opted out. But gave Ash the option of being ready to help as her friend. As her addiction worsened, Ash found herself failing her classes and jeopardizing her future. It wasn't until she hit rock bottom that she realized she needed help. She sought therapy and started attending sessions to overcome her addiction. With Alex by her side throughout. Do they rekindle their love again? Hop on the bandwagon and let's find out.

The new intern in the unit had to be chronically incompetent. He handled my mother's post-surgery medication and somehow mixed up the drug. He gave her a potent blood thinner. That night, she died from a hemorrhage after her operation. Before I could even accuse him, the intern had his puppy-dog eyes ready. "I'm sorry, Dr. Benford, but I thought that was the drug you wanted me to mix. Who was I to question my superior's order?" Then the hospital director, who was also my wife, chimed in, "Your mom is the idiot for taking her meds without checking. She brought this on herself." I was so enraged that I had a heart attack, which meant I had to undergo surgery in the same hospital. The intern insisted on redeeming himself and assisted Victoria during the operation. He could not even thread a needle because his hands kept trembling. In the middle of the procedure, this medical fraud removed his mask and wet the end of the surgical thread to force it through. I died in the ICU the next day. The cause was a bacterial infection. As I neared death, I heard the intern whine through tears, "How could I be so careless? If I weren't so clumsy, Dr. Benford would have lived." Victoria gently ruffled his hair. "Don't take it to heart, pumpkin. Everyone knows how risky medical procedures can be. You're just starting out, so don't be so hard on yourself." Because of my wife's efforts, both my mother and I were cremated without any investigation or disciplinary action. You would think that was the end. It wasn't. The next time I opened my eyes, I was back on the day Hugo Spencer first joined our hospital as an intern.

For a full decade, my billionaire husband and my best friend were locked in a vicious feud. Jordan Skinner had deliberately run Giselle Parson over with his car, shattering her leg. In retaliation, Giselle had smashed a baseball bat into his head, leaving him deaf in one ear. I rushed around to care for them and bitterly pleaded with them to stop fighting. Ironuton's high society laughed about it behind our backs—the all-powerful CEO and the proud heiress tearing the city apart, with pathetic little me trapped helplessly in the middle. After yet another heated argument, they abandoned me on a remote mountain during a camping trip. A passing drifter found me and brutally assaulted me. When they finally located me, Jordan flew into a rage and broke the man's legs, while Giselle crushed his groin. They held me tightly and wept, swearing a truce on the spot. From then on, they joined forces to spoil me, turning me into the happiest woman in Ironuton. On our third anniversary, I prepared chicken soup and carried it to Jordan's office. Through the narrow crack, I saw Giselle straddling him, moving with raw desire. "These past few years... I only ever feel anything when it's with you, Jordan," she said, her voice dripping with lust. "That night, when Jane was being tortured by that drifter on the mountain, we were down in the valley cabin using this same position, weren't we?" Jordan smacked her backside, warning, "Shut up, Giselle. We owe her. If you let her find out the truth, I'll show you no mercy." The thermos slipped from my fingers and crashed to the floor. Jordan froze mid-motion and looked up to see me standing there.

Sample: ' “Motherfucking dog is what he is , damn it” she chugged her drink down . She pointed her unsteady hand at her two best friends who were watching the show unfold . “ All men are the same . HEARTLESS CHEATING BASTARDS . Do you hear me? Heartless cheating bastards ” Casey screamed at the men sitting on a nearby table. “Yes, that's what you all are . Cheaters . Bloodsucking vampires, you use women like chewing gum and spit them out after you use them”. She placed her glass with a loud bang , almost falling off the table. She joined her hands while looking up at the ceiling, blinking . “If someone up there is listening, I wish all these men would suffer from crabs so bad , they would scratch it so hard that their dicks will fall off ”. She looked down and pointed a finger at them. “This is my curse on your species ”. She turned back to her friends leaving behind a group of mortified men with wide eyes who were left there holding their junks in fear . ' Casey has always been a hopeless romantic, searching for the one person who will finally return her love. Owen, on the surface, has it all—wealth, fame, and an endless stream of admirers. Yet despite his many conquests, he shuns commitment, refusing to be tied to anyone. When a scandal threatens his reputation, Owen concocts a plan: a fake engagement to Casey, In return, he promises to help her win a man. It soon grows complicated.Owen finds himself unexpectedly drawn to Casey but just when love seems within reach, Owen's past returns—his ex, stirring old emotions and doubts. What happened next read in my book ‘Mr Wrong'

Quin went from watching her roommates make out to partaking in all forms of forbidden and dark sex because she just wants to get laid. Her hand gripped the doorknob so tightly her knuckles turned white. Quin knew she should leave. She should back out into the hallway and pretend she had forgotten her key, anything to erase the image of Mara’s head thrown back in ecstasy, her mouth open in a silent scream as Jade’s tongue worked her over or the sight of Marcus’s rod. But her feet were rooted to the spot. A heat, unfamiliar and intense, bloomed in her lower belly. She had read about this, but seeing it, the wet, slick sounds of Jade’s mouth, and the way Mara’s fingers clawed at the sheets and the way Marcus dick stood erect, was something else entirely. Then, Mara’s eyes snapped open. They locked onto Quin standing in the doorway. There was no shame in that gaze, only a dark, heavy-lidded amusement. "Well, well," Mara gasped, her voice breathless and ragged. She didn't push Jade away; instead, she tangled a hand in the brunette's dark hair, pressing her face harder against her cunt. "Look what the cat dragged in." "Quin," Jade purred, crawling up Mara’s body to nuzzle at her neck. "We were just talking about you. wondering if you’d ever get that stick out of your ass and join the real world." she glanced at Marcus too who nodded his head. Quin’s heart hammered against her ribs like a trapped bird. "I... didn't mean to interrupt. I'll go." Ohhh, she didn’t go, she joined in and got initiated into dark sex.

At the end of the year, the company made employees vote on who would be laid off. In front of the boss, the votes were read aloud one by one. Natalie Reed. One vote. Natalie. Two votes. Natalie... thirty votes. All thirty people on my team had voted me out. I clenched my fists and looked around at my coworkers. Every single one of them avoided my eyes. Maggie Turner was the oldest on the team. I knew she had to pick up her kid, so whenever she could not finish her work and had to rush to her kid’s school, I stayed behind and cleaned up after her. Dylan joined last year. He was losing sleep every night over money for his wedding. I squeezed time out of my own schedule, helped him complete his project, and got him a two-hundred-thousand-dollar bonus. And the trainee closest to me started trembling the moment I looked at her. She looked just as timid as she had when her hands shook and spilled wine all over a client. Back then, to fix the mess for her, I apologized to the client and drank until I had a stomach hemorrhage. Only then did she pass probation. I could not help feeling hurt. The boss looked at the result and asked if I had anything to say. I took a deep breath and asked everyone on the team, “Why did you vote for me?” My timid trainee suddenly found her courage. “Because you always pretend to help people, then steal our credit.” “Otherwise, how could someone as useless as you become the top salesperson?” I laughed, took off my employee badge, and placed it on the table. A week later, my boss was kneeling outside my door, begging me, the so-called useless one, to come back to the company.

He joined them like the others to destroy me. When he was good, he made me believe we could weather the storm. When he turned bad he made me believe he was the storm. “Good luck to your present Luna and if you haven’t good luck when you find her. I never loved you more than a friend, and today I’ll repeat I don’t love you, never did and never will not in a million years. What happened between us was in the past which was never meant to blossom. Let me go, I don't belong here, not in this pack and never will….” Before the words could successfully leave my lips a deafening sound rocked the cell and a large open dent came on the wall. Tagon. He took long hoarse breaths, his tight fist stuck in the wall. His eyes darkened with angry growls. What kind of a man has he turned to? It felt so hard not to think of the past. It was so hard not to think about how things were. The good days. He was the sweetest man I’ve ever met. I was foolish back then to think those affections were real. I was stupid to think my tainted blood could be made pure by garnering his favor and his affections. There were only two events he ever got mad: the first time we met where he met me crying and the second was when I told him… nevermind. He clicked his tongue sharply, “As long as you live you would forever be under my dominance. I own you. Your life, your blood and even your soul to do whatsoever my soul pleases. You are my slave and that’s your lot!”

“I told you not to flirt with me when we're training," I told Andrea after she missed her sidekick to my left. “Oh really?! You're so cute when you tried to be serious." Andrea mocked me with her seducing whisper while already lowering her center ready to give another kick. That was it! I couldn't take it anymore, so I moved fast and pinned her to the wall while saying, "You ARE the death of me, Andrea," I growled so low and kissed her fiercely while she welcomed me with both her arms on her head. Her body was ready for my hands to trail every inch of her skin. ****************************************** In the world of Luna with blue or green eyes, Andrea from the Nasriantra clan was different because her eyes were glowing gold like a demon. Because of that, she became the rejected Luna after her mother died. Her mate threw her away. Suspicion aroused that she was a Hybrid or even a Tribrid, which was impossible because they all had died. Devastated, she joined the werewolf force with her timid best friend, Joe who had always been in love with her since they were children. There she met Hunt, the greatest warrior who was said to be the next Alpha because he was adopted by the Gursala clan. Andrea and Hunt always trained together, then love rose between them. But their happiness didn't last long, because Andrea's father wanted Andrea to marry Duncan, the other son of Gursala. Behind Duncan, there was the mysterious Kirk who was also secretly in love with Andrea. Who were Hunt and Kirk? How will Joe face Duncan? Will Andrea be happy with Duncan or with one of the others? Find the exciting stories of Andrea's loves and more secrets to reveal …

If you enjoyed Billionaire's Regret: Finding Her, I'd love to invite you to read my latest novel, Billionaire's Mistake: Claiming the Wrong Bride. I hope you'll fall in love with this new story just as much. In Ardenia’s shipping world, everyone knows Calder Rook. After losing his wife, the powerful shipping tycoon remained single for twenty years and was never seen with another woman. Then Nola Avery entered his life. Nola was supposed to marry Calder’s second son, but on the wedding night, she and her sister entered the wrong rooms. By morning, Nola had slept with Calder, while her sister had ended up with the groom. Rumors soon claimed that Nola had seduced Calder on purpose and forced her way into the Rook family. His admirers mocked her, certain that a young outsider like her would never survive among the cold patriarch and his difficult children. They were wrong. Nola turned the Rook mansion upside down. She challenged Calder, dealt with the Rook children one by one, and somehow won over the entire family. Calder, the untouchable man no woman could approach, began spoiling her beyond reason. Three months later, photos showed Nola leaving the Rook mansion in tears. The haters celebrated, convinced she had finally been thrown out. Then another report appeared. Calder had abandoned a multibillion dollar project to chase after his wife. “Baby, come home.” His father joined in. “Come back, my daughter in law. I will buy you ten yachts.” The Rook children quickly followed. “Don’t leave us, Nola. We’ll listen to you from now on.” Nola: “...”