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"Sudah kuduga, adikku biasanya nggak bisa memuaskanmu, hari ini biar aku coba memuaskanmu." Istriku bertubuh mungil tidak sanggup menahan kegagahanku, tetapi Kakak Iparku yang bertubuh besar tidak mau menyerah, dia malah secara aktif merayuku. Saat aku mengira dia hanya bercanda, dia tiba-tiba berlutut dan mengulurkan tangannya ke celanaku...

We got caught in a blizzard—me, my fiancé Melvin Dunn, a few of his colleagues, including Sally Blom. Middle of the night, I woke up shaking. My heavy-duty sleeping bag—the one built for minus forty—was gone. In its place? A flimsy summer quilt. Sally was curled up in my bag, fast asleep in Melvin's arms. I shoved him hard. "Why is she in my sleeping bag?" He pulled me aside, whispering, "Keep your voice down. Sally's kinda fragile—she's about to catch a cold. You're strong. You'll be fine." I pointed at my feet, already numb. "So I'm supposed to freeze to death for you two because she's 'fragile'?" He frowned. "God, Peyton, stop being so dramatic. It's just a sleeping bag. Think about the team for once." I laughed, tears slipping down my face. Didn't say another word. Just crawled back into the corner, grabbed the sat phone, and called my brother—Captain of Stormfang Rescue, an elite international search and rescue team. "Hugh, come get me. The coordinates are... Remember—I'm alone."

All the relatives knew I had a "backward cousin." For my birthday, she gave me a grocery-store pound cake. When I ran a marathon, she presented me with a pair of worn-out canvas sneakers. At my graduate school acceptance party, she even sent a funeral wreath of white lilies with a sash that read "In Sympathy," wishing me an early departure to the afterlife. In my previous life, I slapped her so hard she tumbled down the porch steps. My brother took her side and plotted revenge, falsely reporting to the university that I had cheated on my SATs. My admission was revoked. "You're so modern. You know how things work," he sneered. "Plenty of people take a gap year. Just apply again." My father also defended her, cutting off all my financial support. "You've had so much schooling. You're so educated," he said coldly. "Support yourself." Alone in a city eighteen hundred miles from home, I fought to survive. I called my brother and my father again and again—only to be blocked. I delivered food while renting a room and studying to reapply. At my lowest, my hands were raw and cracked from frostbite, scrambling for delivery shifts at four in the morning just to earn a small bonus. Worn down by the cold and exhaustion, I suffered cardiac arrest at twenty-three and collapsed in a snowdrift in that unfamiliar city. No one ever came to claim me. This time, I chose to let it go and accepted the wreath with a gracious smile. To fully integrate myself into this family. After all, what is a moment of pride compared to a lifetime's inheritance?

Th‍e⁠ir marriage was a transaction.⁠ Th‍eir war was p‍e‌rsonal. T⁠hei‌r pas‌sion was unforeseen. Elara Vega is an⁠ artist whose life i‌s p‌ainted in bold⁠, rebellio‌us colors. When a devastating betrayal by he‌r‍ own family threa‍tens to de⁠stroy everything‍ her⁠ father built, she is‌ given a brut⁠al ch‍oice: sell her‌ freedom to save his le⁠gacy. ⁠Kaelan Sterling is a billionaire fortress of ice and ambit‍ion. To secu⁠re a cruc‌ial merger and shield his empire from a l‌urking threat, he needs‍ one thing: the per⁠fect, unto⁠uchable wife. He doesn't want lo‌ve; he wants a business‍ pa‍rtner. Bound by a cold, clinical contract, they a⁠re‌ enemies from‍ the start. He sees her as a chaotic liability. She sees him as a heartless tycoon. Their for‌ced proximity is a battle of‌ will‍s, fi⁠lled⁠ with sha‌rp word‌s and eve‌n sharper attra‍ction. Bu‍t in t‍he gilded cag⁠es of penthouses⁠ a‌nd high‌-society ga‍la⁠s, a dangerou‍s fire ignites. As a c‍ommon en‍emy closes in, their fa⁠ke r⁠elationship begins to feel terrifyingly real. The lines between strategy and surrender b‍lur. But when hi‍dden truths surface and old‍ wounds are ripped open, their fragile trus⁠t shatt⁠ers. Now, El⁠ara must‌ decide if the man behind th‍e fortune‌ i‍s worth the ultimate risk, and Kaelan must learn that some bonds are too powerful to be broken-even by a billion-dollar contract.

Lorden Weiss Fortalejo is a well -known CEO of Andromeda. Perhaps his brother Nigoel Fortalejo had settled quietly in Spain with his family, and he was in turn assigned to manage their company. Even though he quickly grew the company again, there were still many rumors about the man. Despite his good looks, elegance and intelligence, his delicate disposition prevails. The man is meticulous in everything, his staff must work perfectly, no dust must hit his skin, he would rather not hear greetings from the staff, and he will not stay in a crowded place. No one despises contradicting the man’s wishes. Whoever intends to disobey his order is liable to the law he himself made. Others view him as more than standard because of his behavior. A provincial woman with a hope of overcoming poverty will test the meticulous CEO of Andromeda. She is Kaihannah Kaguran. With the entry of the provincial woman into Andromeda, the man's life will be chaotic. When the woman enters the mansion of Fortalejos, the man will be filled with annoyance. Will the result of the arrival of a provincial woman in his life be just an annoyance, or will love appear that The Meticulous Fortalejo cannot escape?

Olivia Tate never dreamed her ife would be sold to the highest bidder. When her father's company crumbles. she's forced into a marriage with the cold, ruthless billionaire, Nuel Wilson. But what begins as a loveless arrangement spirals into a dangerous triangle when Olivia falls for the one man she shouldn't- -Ethan, her husband's driver. Between a husband who sees her as property, a lover she cannot have, and a vengeful ex determined to destroy her, Olivia's world becomes a gilded prison. And the deeper she falls, the higher the cost of escape.

"The Rossi family doesn't need a Don. We just need a Donna." As the only heiress of the Rossi family, this was the law that I had set when I received the Browning pistol—a pistol that resembles the ultimate authority in the Rossi family—from my Papa when he was on his deathbed. But three years ago, the police relentlessly investigated the money laundering business that my fiance, Lorenzo Moretti, was in charge of. If that business were to get exposed, the Rossi family's hundred-year-old legacy would be ruined. In order to protect my family's legacy and to allow Lorenzo to continue legalizing my family's businesses, I decided to become the scapegoat for all the crimes. On the rainy night of my arrest, I personally handed the pistol over to Lorenzo. "Protect my family for me before my return." This gave Lorenzo legitimate authority to run my family. He used the pistol to purge my subordinates and take over the family business. He even broke my law by announcing to the public that he'd become the next Don soon. An invitation with golden borders is soon leaked from the family's inner circle. Lorenzo's and another woman's names are printed on the cover. During a visit, my private lawyer says mockingly, "If you don't get out of prison now, the Rossi family might take on another man's last name for real." I just sneer in response. After that, I get bailed out of jail in advance and return home to celebrate Lorenzo's "funeral". But no matter how many times I scan my iris at the biometric scanner in the estate, the result always comes out wrong. A young woman, who's toying with the pistol, opens the door at that moment. The contempt and disdain in her eyes are plain to see. "Where the hell did a crazy woman like you come from? You came to the wrong place. This is my private turf, you know."

"Sold to pay off a debt to the rich owner of a casino. He locked her up in his penthouse for his exclusive use. He held her captive, and punished her when she resisted. She knew he was a bad man, who did bad things. She had to get away before he took more than she could give.Khalid was used to taking what he wanted and walking away without regrets. Until he met Shania. Beautiful, sweet and uncorrupted by his world, he would protect her, cherish her, force her to submit. He would keep her locked away from the world and teach her to love him, in spite of her misgivings. Book through three of the Fire & Vice series. All books are standalone and can be read in any order. Guaranteed HEA, NO cheating, NO cliffhanger. These are dark romance, please read at your own risk.Fire & Vice: Prisoner of Fortune, Fight or Flight, King's Command is created by Nikita Slater, an EGlobal Creative Publishing signed author."

Tobia Udine, the youngest daughter of Mark Udine, broke off her engagement to the son of a mafia boss and faced the wrath of her father. A mysterious man whose fate is linked to him, and she does not know whether there is love between them or something else? How was she able to stay away from her

En la etapa terminal de mi insuficiencia renal, mi esposo le dio a mi hermana menor el único riñón que se adaptaba a mí. Rechacé la propuesta del médico de seguir esperando por otro riñón y me di de alta anticipadamente. Después de tanto dolor y desilusión, ya no tenía fuerzas para seguir luchando. Le entregué a mi hermana menor toda la fortuna que había construido durante estos años y, por fin, pude ver a mis padres sonreírme. Mi esposo quería cuidarla día y noche sin descanso. Pero yo solo no me enojé, sino que le aconsejé que fuera muy atento con ella. Incluso, cuando mi hijo dijo que quería que mi hermana fuera su mamá, también asentí sonriendo. Todo salió como ellos querían... entonces, ¿por qué ahora se arrepentían?