Clean Code

Ava crossed her arms. “You’re scared I’ll ruin you,” Liam smirked. “No, I’m scared you’ll keep me hooked.” Ava Davis works hard to survive in a cutthroat corporate world. Her arrogant billionaire boss, Liam Carter, makes life impossible with his demands. But when Ava stumbles upon a secret that could destroy him, she uses it to fight back. Liam won’t go down without a fight. He makes Ava an offer: help him clean up his image, and he’ll make sure her career doesn’t crash. Now they’re stuck together, working side by side. Every moment is a battlefield, every glance charged. Liam hides a dark past, and Ava is determined to uncover it. But the closer they get, the harder it is to ignore the growing tension between them. When a scandal shatters everything, Ava and Liam must choose: keep fighting or let the walls between them crumble. In a world of power, secrets, and second chances, can two enemies find redemption and love? Enemies at work. Bound by secrets. Can love be the endgame?

On my 18th round of IVF, I accidentally overheard a conversation between my husband and his secretary. Yvonne asked, "Babe, do you really have to have a baby with her? What about us?" Zayn explained, "Don't worry. I've already switched the eggs with yours. So, Candice will actually be carrying our child, and you won't have to suffer through pregnancy. When the child grows up, all the Summers fortune will be his!" I pretended I did not hear a word, focusing instead on raising the son I worked so hard to bring into this world. 18 years later, my son was celebrated as a "computer genius", and he returned home after earning his doctorate. I transferred all my shares and real estate to him without hesitation. That was when Zayn finally decided to come clean and said, "Candice, the truth is, Luca is actually mine and Yvonne's. Let's get a divorce, and it's time for Lucas to be reunited with his biological mother." I simply smiled and replied, "I agree to the divorce." After weaving this web for 18 years, it was finally time to reel it all in.

***This book contains violence, cursing, sexual content, and talk of suicide, enjoy at your discretion.*** I was walking through an unknown foggy forest when I spotted a field of wildflowers. My feet had a mind of their own as they led me to wander through the flowers. I nonchalantly dragged my hands over the flowers. It was a beautiful and serene sight. I deeply inhaled the sweet scent of the flower and gave a little shudder of bliss. I closed my eyes and just absorbed the moment wanting to remember it. Suddenly the sounds of paws hitting the forest floor overwhelmed me. Then the forest was ignited with flames. Everything glowed vibrant oranges and reds as heavy smoke smothered me from above. I threw myself to the ground desperate for any trace of clean air. As I attempted to crawl out of the flowers a new sound harmonized with the thunder paws, screams and howls for help terrorized me. I clawed at the ground desperate to escape the menacing choir. Fire licked my skin and I screamed for help. Sobs escaped my lips as flaming branches fell on me from above. The smell of burning flesh was the only thing that consumed me as everything went dark.

I'm dying at seven months pregnant, and the one behind it is my husband. Hearing that a premature baby's blood can save my sister, he conspires with a shady clinic to take the baby out through surgery. After draining the baby's blood, he walks away—leaving my fragile preemie to die. Later, my parents say, "You owe Yvie. It's time to repay her." My husband says, "We can always have another child. A baby's life can't possibly be more important than Yvie's, can it? The overwhelming rage and grief cause me to bleed to death. My soul floats above them as I watch them prepare my sister's surgery. They don't even bother to change me into clean clothes. No one mourns me. No one loses their mind over my death. Without a care, they wheel me into the morgue and celebrate Yvonne's recovery. When I open my eyes again, I've gone back three months earlier—to the day my whole family forced me to divorce.

“You’re insane.” “Maybe,” Robert admitted, his eyes locked on mine and his face too close. “But I always get what I want and right now Kayla, what I want… is you.” ~~~ He needed a wife. I needed the money. Robert Moore is ruthless and dangerous, a man who terrifies the entire city. I’d paid no mind to the warning bells that rang in my head when I proposed to marry him for money. When I’d agreed to be his fake wife for a year. The rules were simple. No falling in love. No asking questions. Marrying him was supposed to be my solution-a business deal, a clean exchange. But nothing about Robert is simple. He’s bossy, arrogant, and so sinfully attractive that every look he gives me feels like a dare. Then came the threats. The enemies. The danger and guns. Now, I’m not sure where the act ends and where the truth begins. Because the longer I stay by his side, the more I realize I might not be pretending anymore… And the mafia boss who swore he’d never love might be willing to burn the whole city down just to keep me.

“Marry me.” “You don’t even know my name.” “I will as soon as you agree to marry me.” * * * Hana Kent has lived all her life with one rule continuously enforced by her father. Don’t fall in love. If she forgets, Baba is there to remind her. She must and cannot fall in love with another person because she’s betrothed. And as soon as she turns twenty-five, she will leave for her husband’s house. One rainy evening leads her into the arms of a stranger, who not only protects her from the rain, but the men following her. It was supposed to be an innocent kiss to get her out of an impossible situation. But once her lips connect with that of the handsome Calvin McKenna, she realises she’s a lost cause. Calvin knows better than to kiss strangers. But when the pretty damsel in distress rushes up to kiss him, begging him to play along, he’s more than happy to do so. After the kiss, he takes her to his hotel to clean up. He expects gratitude, maybe even her name, but what he doesn’t expect is to wake up to an empty bed the following day.

"I can smell your arousal, Omega. Now quit being stubborn, spread those legs wide, and welcome me with gratitude." I stared at him quietly. I was dripping wet, but I wasn't letting any other Alpha use me like that. "I am sorry, Alpha, but I would have to reject your offer." He froze and stared blankly at me for a while. He looked stunned more by the fact that he did not believe anyone could reject him. Future Alphas and some selected warriors are taken away from the Titan pack to undergo serious training until the present Alpha dies. They are devoid of all forms of pleasure and denied mates until they return when they are allowed to have sex with any female and release sexual tension until they are blessed with mates. I was one of the slaves dragged away from my pack after a raid. I was there to scrub floors and clean dishes while staying invisible until I bumped into the Alpha who was said to be ruthless, and he asked to ride me. I rejected politely. It baffled him so much. Every female will die to ride him, but I, a slave from the lowest rank of Omegas had the backbone to reject him.

Nataliya Barsukov was raised to obey, molded by the iron fists of her father and brothers to be the perfect wife in a world ruled by men. But when she turns eighteen, she breaks their chains—and seizes their empire. Now, as the ruthless and enigmatic Queen of the Russian Mafia in Los Angeles, Nataliya rules her city with an iron will and a twisted code of honor. Those who know her identity are either fiercely loyal… or dead. Ryan Taylor is an undercover cop, fresh to LA and burning with purpose. His mission: infiltrate and dismantle the elusive mafia queen’s empire. But when he meets Nataliya—a woman as sharp as she is stunning, with the fire of a warrior and the grace of a dark Snow White—his world starts to blur. As Ryan is pulled deeper into her world, he begins to question everything. Nataliya doesn’t sell drugs to kids. She doesn’t traffic innocents. And the organs she harvests? Voluntary. In her own brutal way, she’s cleaning the streets more effectively than law enforcement ever has. Now Ryan must face the truth: justice isn’t black and white, and the real villains might be the ones wearing badges. Torn between duty and the woman he’s falling for, Ryan must decide—will he betray the queen… or fight for her?

Retired Marine. Force Recon. When Callan 'Cannon' Asher retires from the Marines and joins the best security firm in Miami, the jobs seems too easy. Protecting civilians is all he knows, pulling the trigger on people who don't deserve it is all he knows. When he receives a job to protect the Mayor's daughter, all hell breaks loose because the raven haired girl isn't just a brat but unlike any woman he has ever seen before. When he sleeps with her and abandons her when she gets too clingy, he learns the hard way that love isn't like one of his covert missions in Afghan (simple and fast) but a shitty complicated game. He never wanted to settle for one woman. Yet she's the only woman in his mind. He never dreamt of having a family behind a white picket fence. Yet she gave him sons. Twins! Most of all he never expected to lust over a married woman because not only did Nicole Montenegro screw him over by hiding his sons from him but she also went ahead and got his children a man to call their dad. For him, this is by far the most deadliest mission he has ever been on. Code name: Cannon Mission: Get his woman and his sons.

I died on my birthday, but neither my parents nor my husband noticed. They were too busy pouring all their attention into planning my twin sister, Esme Shaw's, birthday party. While she was surrounded by people helping her pick out a gown, I was tied up and thrown into the basement. With what little strength I had left, I forced my broken fingers to press in the code—9395. It was a signal my husband, Edwin Grant, and I had once agreed on. It was a straightforward way to call for help in the event of danger. I never thought I would actually need it one day. But when I sent it, he didn't believe me. His reply was cold, "Claudia, just because I didn't take you shopping for a new dress, you've decided to put on a show? "You can still wear last year's gown. Stop making trouble. I'll see you at the party later." What he didn't know was that Esme had already shredded that gown into pieces. And what he couldn't imagine was that the moment after he hung up, I was already gone. So, when the celebration began, I never appeared. But when everyone saw the birthday gift I had prepared for Esme ahead of time, the entire room lost its mind.