Bossy Boss

Cocky, arrogant, and dropped dead gorgeous: That described my boss, Mr. Craft, to a T. His thick hair, cold blue eyes and strong jaw held power in a conference meeting, causing women to melt in his presence. I’ve wanted to confront him on his stubborn attitude and critical demands for employees. I’d bitten my tongue in many scenarios and held in my true feelings over a dozen times. Keeping the peace was necessary until I had enough experience under my belt to move onto bigger and better things. The only problem was; Craft Marketing was the bigger and better, and the longer I stuck it out with him, meant more opportunities would arise. I’d been the only female intern to land a job directly under him, and was also the only one who hadn’t slept with him. I knew he was promiscuous with the tall and leggy blondes that breezed into his office looking immaculate, then scurried back out with mussed hair, flushed cheeks, and unbuttoned blouses. I'd ignore the magnetic pull of chemistry and curiosity between us. Unless it came to my advantage.

"Really? You would help me to take revenge?" I asked, stunned. "Yes, I will," Zaylen replied. “So… how do we start, Boss?” I was excited about this. I was done being sad and pathetic. It was time to strike back.  Zaylen furrowed his brow, thinking. “Hmm… To begin with, you should call me Zaylen instead of Boss.”  I gasped at the idea. “But you told us we cannot call you by your name without your permission.”  “Exactly, and now, I'm giving you the permission. Call me Zaylen, Liana.” 

Addy Walker once believed love was supposed to be loud—felt in bedtime stories, laughter in the kitchen, and the warmth of arms that made the world feel safe. That’s how it was before her mother died. Before her father changed. Grief hollowed him out. The man who once teased and protected became a shell—quiet, cold, unreachable. Then came the bottles. The slammed doors. The bruises. Addy, now eighteen, has learned to survive in silence—walking lightly, speaking carefully, hiding her pain beneath long sleeves and polite smiles. She works long hours to keep food on the table while her father sinks deeper into debt and addiction. One night, she comes home to a dark, freezing house—again. The electricity is off. Again. And she knows why. She confronts him, her voice sharper than it’s ever been. He denies it at first, but the truth is already spread across the kitchen counter in final notice bills and losing betting slips. He’d gambled away the electric bill money on a horse. The argument erupts. He screams, she stands her ground. When he slaps her, she doesn’t flinch. Something inside her shifts. She’s done waiting for the man he used to be. Addy packs a bag. She’s leaving—for real this time. No plan. No destination. Just freedom. But as she storms out into the rain, a long, black car pulls up to the curb. A man steps out—tall, broad-shouldered, older. His face is hard, almost frightening in the shadows, but he’s striking. Dangerous. And calm.

I stepped closer. Close enough to smell his cologne—cedarwood, leather, and power. My hand moved. Smooth, practiced. The pistol slide from under the apron into my palm. I raised it fast. But before I could pull the trigger— BANG. Not my shot. A scream tore through the restaurant as another man launched himself toward Romano’s table, blade flashing. Another assassin. What the hell— Romano didn’t flinch. He shoved the table forward, knocking the attacker off balance. The blade scraped across wood, not skin. I ducked instinctively as the room erupted into chaos. Gunfire cracked. Glass exploded. People screamed and dove for cover. “Get him out—NOW!” one of the guards barked. I aimed for the second attacker. Didn’t even hesitate. One shot—head. Gone. The guard saw me. Confusion flashed in his eyes. Then rage. I ran. I weaved between overturned chairs, plates, and screaming bodies. The smell of blood was real now, thick in the air. One of the guards grabbed me. I slammed my elbow into his ribs, twisted, and brought the butt of my gun down on his skull. He dropped like a sack of bricks. Out. I had to get out. My boots pounded the floor as I tore through the narrow hallway. But then— “Elisa.” His voice stopped me cold. I turned. Antonio Romano stood in the middle of the carnage, suit untouched, blood spattered behind him like art. His eyes were on me. And he was smiling. It was darker. Slower. Like a hunter seeing something worth chasing. Somehow, he knew who I was. “Interesting,” he said softly, tilting his head. “They sent you.” I didn’t answer. I ran. But that voice followed me. He knew my name. And he let me go. This wasn’t over. It had just begun.

“I hate you with every fibre of my being, Nikolai.” “Really? That changes nothing. I own your body, and I'll own your heart.” “I'll never love you. The sooner you know that, the better for you.” ****** Amaya's life is turned upside down when she is taken hostage by the cold mafia boss, to repay her father's debt from gambling. But what happens when this mafia boss turns out to her ex-lover in college, Nikolai, who she hates with all her heart for breaking her heart before? When Nikolai goes to capture a girl to reclaim his debt, he never expected it to be Amaya, the girl who once held his heart. Now, after forcing her to be his wife, Amaya and Nikolai must navigate the complex life associated with the mafia, while trying to understand the feelings startup to bloom between them anew. Will they find love despite the circumstances? Or will old enemities hunt them down?

The deal was simple – have one dinner with the notorious crime lord, Declan Shaughnessy, and my dad’s gambling debts would be canceled. But I knew I was in deep trouble when he met me at the door looking fine as hell with those piercing blue eyes and a mouthwatering body built for sin. Over dinner, I could barely breathe when his hand grazed mine, and that wolfish grin set me quivering down below. An innocent slow dance quickly turned into a down-and-dirty horizontal mambo on his couch. Now I’ve become his burning obsession, and I’m trapped by the new debts my father owes the mafia. When that devilish grin spreads across Declan’s handsome face, I know that he'll never set me free-- especially now that I’m carrying his baby. ******** This steamy romantic suspense story is a standalone novel in the Wicked Billionaires Club series. Enjoy!

Lara Night is Mr. Maximo Winston's secretary. A girl who has a dirty mind. She loves trying new things like s*x toys to fulfill her s*x**l fantasies. One day, Mr. Winston discovered her extreme sexual fantasy. Lara assumed it would be the end of her corporate career, but it turns out her boss loves it! The next thing she knew, she was having an intimate affair with her Boss who has an XL size.

A man who lost his daughter clones her to see her face once more and keeps her existence a secret from society. Amelia, tired of being kept inside and hidden from the world, start chatting with a guy named Ryan on her phone. But once she escapes from her father to see Ryan in person, she discovers he isn't the sweet man she has gotten to know but a fearsome mafia boss who plotted to kidnap her all along. Because Amelia is the daughter of Ryan's greatest enemy—her father. Ryan is adamant to never let anyone close to him again, not after he tragically lost his wife and daughter. He is convinced love would only get in his way and cloud his mind. Loving someone is a weakness. But what happens when you start falling in love with the person you swore to despise?

Ang maganda at masayang relasyon ni Amaya at ng nobyo niyang si Anthony ay biglang nagbago dahil sa isang gabing muntik na siyang mapagsamantalahan ng mga lalaking tila sabog sa ipinagbabawal na gamot. Lumaban si Anthony para sa kaniya, ngunit sa kasamaang-palad, may isang nagbuwis ng buhay ng gabing 'yon. Nakapatay si Anthony at nakulong dahil sa pagtatanggol sa kaniya. At bilang pagbawi, ginawa ni Amaya ang lahat para makausap si Atty. Nicholas San Martin --ang magaling na abogadong kilala niya. Hiningi niya ang tulong nito para matulungan ang nobyo na makalaya. Ngunit nabigo si Amaya, tinanggihan siya ng lalaki at umalis pabalik ng Maynila. Walang balak sumuko si Amaya para sa nobyo. Ngunit hanggang saan niya kayang lumaban para dito kung ang hinihinging kapalit ni Atty. Nicholas para sa pagtulong na gagawin ay siya mismo. "You want me to help him? Then, marry me." Nawindang si Amaya sa alok ng boss niya. Pagpapakasal dito kapalit ng tulong para sa kaniyang nobyo? Dalawa lang ang pagpipilian niya, magpapakasal kay Atty. Nicholas kapalit ng kalayaan ni Anthony o tatanggi siya kapalit ng habambuhay na pagkakabilanggo ni Anthony.

Stuck with a job she's not fond of just to pay her family's mounting debts, Valerie would do anything to be free but when mafia boss Lorenzo Lombardi offers her a blank check to her freedom, she doesn't jump at the offer knowing how dangerous he is. Eventually she's swayed by the amount knowing it could cover the bills she has to pay. However after the contract is signed, things change and Valerie realizes that she might never be truly free. Unwilling to suffer a second time, Valerie pours her energy into being the best stepmother to Lorenzo's daughter and being the best surrogate mother to his unborn child. When disaster strikes and Valerie and the unborn child are caught in the crossfire, will Lorenzo step in and fight for them or are the demons from his past too great? Is there hope for them at all?