Behind Closed Doors Summary

A Deal made in Business. A Marriage destroyed by Betrayal. A woman reborn for Revenge. Olivia Monroe Castillo married billionaire Ethan Henderson for one reason: a business deal that would benefit them both. No love. No promises. Just power. But while Ethan climbed the corporate ladder and smiled for the cameras, Olivia was forgotten ignored, unloved, and quietly suffering behind closed doors. When she finally walked away, no one noticed. Not even him. Six years later, she’s back. Only now, she’s not the naive woman he once overlooked. She’s rich, powerful, and dangerous in heels. And she wants what’s hers. The world believes Ethan is married to someone else Jessica, the woman who stole Olivia’s name, image, and title. But the law still knows the truth: Olivia is the real wife. She doesn’t want love. She wants justice. And she’s about to use the very contract Ethan once used to control her to ruin him. But what Ethan doesn’t know? She left with a broken heart and a deeper secret he was too blind to see. Now, she’s not just taking her place back. She’s taking everything and Olivia is about to show them all you never betray the first wife.

Stella Grace is an astronomer who perceives coordinates in peculiar constellations. By following the path of the stars, she finds a supernatural world she never thought existed, and consequently saddles her destiny with a cruel alpha and little interest in being connected to an ordinary human. When the supernatural arises, doors open to reveal the influence of the moon and stars on the fates of these two creatures, but there are horrors and adventures that not even logic would be able to explain.

“Well, hello, darling. I do believe you lost,” Timothy murmured in my ear. I closed my eyes, wanting to just disappear into the ground. He licked my neck and I shuddered. “I won. Do you know what that means?” I nodded. “You are in charge,” I whispered. He gently bit my neck as he began to tug my shorts and underwear down. He moved between my legs and began to rub my pussy as he kissed my neck again. “My, my ,my. What do we have here? Nice and ready for me.” “Timothy, please.” He moved again and the next thing I knew he was rubbing his cock where his fingers had been seconds before. “Yes, princess?” “I’m a virgin.” He laughed in my ear. “Oh, I know. I promise to be gentle.” *** Natasha is an 18-year-old young woman who just graduated from high school. She has to figure out how to navigate through life with a war raging around her in which she is the driving force behind the conflict. Will this pending war change her world for the better? Can she find a way to keep those she loves safe, or will she have to choose to sacrifice someone for the greater good?

It was him. The man I had just been accused of murdering in cold blood. The man whom I've been forced to consume poison because of. Or, had I seen a ghost? Why was my supposedly dead husband standing in the midst of those people, smirking in accomplishment. As the venom of the poison spread through my body and like I was going to rip apart because of the pain, I gave in to the paralysis that rushed me and then closed my eyes shut, tears finding their way out of my closed eyes regardless. “P…please, G… God,” I mumbled with the final breath in me. ~~~ And, suddenly, my eyes were opened, and I was standing in front of him. And he was smiling widely at me, asking what I thought of the wedding dress. But, this was weird because this was from three years ago. Then, my eyes dropped on the calendar. Was I hallucinating? I… I have been reborn?!

"I'm scheduling the C-section for tomorrow. The doctor will extract her bone marrow during the procedure." Those were the words that shattered Selena's world. Her husband, Ellis Winston, the most ruthless Mafia Don in New York, was going to force her to deliver their baby at twenty-seven weeks. To him, her pregnant body was just a blood farm to cure Jennifer, the manipulative half-sister who supposedly saved his life. So, Selena ran. She left behind a pool of blood, a crushed ultrasound photo, and a destroyed wedding ring. The world thought she was dead. Six years later, Ellis is a walking corpse. He rules the global underworld, but he is tormented by the ghost of the wife he pushed to the grave. During his company's grand anniversary banquet, the heavy ballroom doors burst open. Selena is back. But she isn't the weak, obedient housewife in a cheap housewife anymore. She is the untouchable heiress of the Merrick billionaire empire. She strides down the red carpet, a signed divorce agreement in hand, ready to crush the man who ruined her. Ellis refuses to let her go. He is willing to go to war with Wall Street to drag her back. But what will the arrogant Don do when he comes face-to-face with a genius six-year-old boy who looks exactly like him? He will pay any price to win her back. Even if it costs him his empire, his organs, and his life.

In the coastal quiet of Baler, a studio is born—not of architecture, but of intention.* Founded by Yam, a poet whose words cradle pain gently, and Franc, an artist who paints tenderness into walls, the studio becomes a refuge for those learning to stay—with grief, love, longing, and themselves. As visitors arrive, they leave behind more than footprints: a sigh recorded in bamboo, a poem tucked into the “Found Letters” shelf, a mural painted in crooked lines. Through zines, tea, silence, and sketchbooks, the studio teaches softness as revolution. Ren creates the *Window of Soft Returns*, an installation of anonymous voice recordings—each whisper forming a community of echoes. Drew builds the *Staircase With No Wrong Turns*, inviting people to walk through emotions without shame. Franc offers brushstrokes as brave work, and Yam curates writing circles that map healing in half sentences. Together, they host festivals that feel like hugs, and they begin traveling their archive, letting softness cross oceans. Even those who once left—like Miguel—return, discovering that some doors never truly close. Others, like Tala, capture the studio’s sound and turn it into a podcast of breath and becoming. Over seventy chapters, the studio transforms into something larger than itself: a mural of memory, a sanctuary for second chances, a place where return is sacred and voice is proof of survival. In the final bloom, the studio stands not as a monument—but as a reminder: > *“Staying isn’t easy. > But chosen together, > it becomes home.”*

After Derrick Moore loses his wife to a suspicious car accident, he decides to remain celibate for the rest of his traumatized life. But that doesn't last when an interviewee, Sheila Reese, a woman whose desire is to have him make love to her, walks through the doors of his office, awakening the feeling he had sent to sleep two years ago. Would he resist the urge to claim or indulge in the irresistible desires?

“Are they ours?” I took a step back, trying to distance away from Hudson only to feel another strong pair of arms wrapping around my waist from behind. “Scared?” I shivered, feeling bolts of electric shock rushing through my whole body from his touch. It was Brixton who was now behind me, locking me in his strong embrace. “You want to escape, huh?” “I – I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I bit my lips, then my breath hitched when I saw how Hudson’s eyes flickered into red orbs. “Don’t test our patience, kitten.” He closed the distance between us before cupping my chin to make me stare up at him. My heart pounded rapidly as their intoxicating scent filled my nose. “Or do you want us to remind you again what happened that night, hmm?” ~~~ After being cruelly rejected by her mate and expelled from her pack, Leah seeks refuge in the human city, where a one-night stand with two enigmatic strangers leads to an unexpected twist—her being pregnant with triplets! Determined to escape her past, the only solution she could think of was to fly to another country. Yet, five years later, she finds herself again entangled with Hudson and Brixton, the very same twins she spent the night with and the father of her triplets. They’re the most sought-after bachelors in town – insanely rich billionaires who seems hell bent on… seducing her. Leah knew she had to guard her heart against these playboys, knowing that there was more behind their rich identities. But will she be able to resist the intoxicating pull of desire? With dangers lurking around the corner, what will happen when the twins find out she got pregnant and gave birth to their triplets?

In a kingdom where loving him is treason…he kissed me like it was war.. “Why the hell do you care?!”. Iver’s voice trembled, more ache than anger. The Alpha king was the last man he expected to worry about him, especially as an exiled head warrior. Faiz’s control slipped, as he took a tentative step towards him. “What am I to you? Huh?!”. Iver’s voice rose up a notch. “You…you are…”. Faiz faltered, then snapped. “Fuck it!”. In a heartbeat, he was pinned to the wall, Faiz gripping his face with both hands, like a treasure he would kill to keep. Faiz crashed his lips to his. The kiss was desperate, addictive and utterly forbidden. Nothing existed except the heat between them, as time fractured. An exiled warrior. A ruthless Alpha king. A forbidden bond one can neither escape. Faiz rules with an iron hand, and a heart frozen by duty. But the moment Iver’s defiant eyes meet his, control shatters. Every brush of skin feels like surrender… Political unrest mounts within shadows as enemies circle closer. Yet the greatest danger was behind closed doors- when the Alpha king stops fighting his desires, and Iver stops pretending the bond doesn’t matter… But in Drathmoor loyalty is a weapon and love between two men is forbidden…

Fae’s been in love with Carl Easton for a long time. Orphaned by her mother when she was two and by her father when she was fourteen, she was fostered by the wealthy Eastons until she was eighteen. Fast-forward ten years, Fae attends a wedding and watches Carl marry her snake of a bestfriend. That night, she begs Carl's best buddy Jigo to help her forget. Hands down, he is the most gorgeous, sexiest man she has ever met. He is way out of her league and she will never have the guts to proposition him if she isn't drunk. Stoic and brooding, wealthier and more successful than Carl, he vibes power. She can never guess he was such a molten lava of emotions and the sweetest teddy bear behind closed doors. She spends part of the weekend in his bed then ran from him before she can get addicted to his brand of passion. She needs the distraction but he is more than she can ever dream of. It is foolish to hope for more. But he appears in her doorstep and seduces her to make him her willing rebound for as long as she needs him. No way will he let her go until they are done. And they spiral so fast that Fae can’t tell where distraction ends and falling in love begins…