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He is blind and has the money. She is poor and has eyes. Both are perfect together on their quest for revenge, which brought them into the turmoil of lust, love, and hate. *** Leonardo pulled Angela's arms hard and said, "You will serve me and do my wish." He then tore her dress. "This is a wrong move, Mr. Vera." Angela twisted her wrist from Leonardo's grip, but Leonardo's strength remained intact and overpowering; he instead made her a prisoner in his arms and then pinned her on the wall. She was almost , with only her lingerie covering her and below. And he touched her face, down to her neck, her . Angela's hatred escalated with his touch, and she struggled, but he persisted in tami

"At this point in a werewolf's life, all sons of an Alpha will be proud and eager to take over as the next Alpha. All, except me!" Damien Anderson, next in line to become Alpha, conceals a dark secret in his family's history which gnawed his soul everyday, turning him to the villain he once feared he'd become. Despite his icy demeanor, he finds his heart drawn to Elara, his mate. To protect himself from love's vulnerability, he appoints her as a maid, an act that both binds them and keeps them apart. Just as it seemed he might begin to open up his heart to Elara, a revelation emerges that shakes the very foundation of their bond, and he must confront the dark truth about his family's

No one knew that I was a sex addict until the company's team building exercise. I had forgotten to bring my medicine along for that night and was assigned to a tent with a male colleague. I was in tears as I climaxed right before his eyes, and now that there was no turning back, my impulses spiralled further away from control…

Alina Voss learned her lesson the hard way. Her ex-boyfriend stole her money, ruined her name, and left her with nothing but an empty account. She decided she would never be anyone’s victim again. So she flipped the script. Now she dates powerful, well-connected men, not for love, but for what they can do for her career and social life. She takes what she needs and walks away before feelings ever enter the picture. It’s clean. It’s smart. And it always works.Until Vincent Sterling.Billionaire. Self-made. And entirely too perceptive for his own good. Vincent isn’t the kind of man who gets chosen, he does the choosing. So when Alina turns her carefully rehearsed charm on him, he doesn’t fall.

Little did Jeanne know the best friend and lover that she adored will turn her life upside down in one night. Heart filled with mingled feelings, she decided to walk away to move on and find a new life. Then, Aaron appeared in her life, bringing new hope. At that same time, Andy the lover came back, trying to fight for her love again. Jeanne started to feel confuse over finding her right man. However, things turned unsorted whren Jeanne was suddenly pregnant. Who's the father? What is the ending for her unsteady friendship and love life?

Think of this as a cyberpunk Bridget Jones’ Diary, if Bridget were a self-destructive tech refugee with a cocaine habit and a holographic archangel for a conscience. This is adarkly comedic character studyset in a near-future that feels just a few software updates away. It’s a story about addiction, both chemical and digital, and the messy, painful, and sometimes hilarious struggle to reclaim your own messy life from the algorithms designed to “optimize” it. At its heart, it’s the story of the most dysfunctional friendship imaginable: between a woman who is her own worst enemy, and the godlike AI she reprogrammed to be her partner-in-crime. It’s raw, it’s visceral, and it explores whe

I gave Julian Kane everything: my family’s connections, my clients, my lawyers, my money, and even the Manhattan office his company called home. For five years, I let him build his empire on my back. Then his new intern accused me of skipping work and stealing company money. She wanted my title, my clients, my office, and the black card that opened the most powerful doors in New York. Julian knew the truth, but he still let the whole company shame me. So I handed over the card. They thought I was finished, but they forgot one thing: the card was mine, the building was mine, the clients were mine, and the name they mocked was Moretti. If they wanted to call me a thief, I would show them exact

After six years of working as a corpse porter, I finally saved enough money to treat my sister, Maeve Xander, for her liver cancer. Maeve, however, casually refused the surgery. “I’m not actually sick. Mom and Dad aren’t dead either. I staged that car accident. You’re the only one who ended up seriously hurt and disabled.” Then my wife, Laurel Jinks, also confessed, “I’m not bankrupt. Every time I said I had to work late, it was because I didn’t want to cram into that filthy basement with you. I was going back to my mansion. I originally planned to punish you for three more years, but you reek of dead bodies. Maeve and I just can’t take the smell anymore.” A wave of pure absurdity washed

Elara Quinn has spent twenty-six years believing she was ordinary. A talented forensic accountant with a sharp mind and an independent spirit, she has built her career exposing financial fraud for powerful corporations. Everything changes when a billionaire dies. While auditing his records, Elara discovers a hidden account containing nearly four billion dollars. The sole beneficiary is her. Before she can uncover the truth, someone tries to kill her. Enter Lucien Vale, the mysterious billionaire whose name inspires fear in boardrooms across the world. Dangerously handsome, impossibly wealthy, and burdened by secrets, Lucien insists he is the only person who can keep her alive. But th

From the time I could count coins, my parents hammered one lesson home—if a boy did not start saving young, he would never have enough to win himself a wife. They opened a bank account in my name, vowing that money would only ever flow in, never out. And so, every birthday bill and crumpled allowance found a home in that card. I kept funneling every hard-earned paycheck into that same old account even after I moved to the city to chase my own future. At that point, that habit was done more out of reflex than reason. However, I was blindsided by acute kidney failure after years of working myself to the bone. Suddenly, that money was not just savings—it was my lifeline. My dad's voice trem