Novel & Cerita Just Fling With My Billionaire Daddy

I knew taking are of a baby was expensive... But I never expected to be this broke. With no other option, I can only take Otis's offer and sell myself to a wealthy man for a night. But why is my baby's Daddy sitting amongst the audience. And worse still... Why is he bidding for me?

⚠️ WARNING: 18+ READERS ONLY ⚠️ This book is an erotica collection containing 20 different stories filled with explicit themes, graphic sexual content, power dynamics, and mature situations. Proceed with caution. If you are sensitive to dark romance, revenge plots, or intense erotic scenes, this collection may not be suitable for you. Reader discretion is strongly advised. Blurb Sofia’s life shatters in a single click. The only man she ever trusted betrays her in the cruelest way possible — leaking her most intimate photos into the university group chat and auctioning the rest for money. Humiliated. Broken. Burning with rage. On her way to confront him, Sofia steps blindly into the highway — not caring whether she lives or dies. A black G-Wagon stops inches away from her. And the man who steps out isn’t just dangerous. He’s powerful. Tattooed. Cold. Untouchable. And he’s Tristan’s father. When his dark eyes lock onto hers, something shifts. The air thickens. His hand finds her waist. His voice drops to a husky warning. Sofia should walk away. Instead, she makes a decision that will change everything. If Tristan wants to ruin her life… She’ll ruin his from the inside. And what better weapon than the one man he fears? Don’t forget to drop your comments as you read — your feedback means everything.

It all started the night Audrey was sent to serve drinks to one of the guests who was in room 112. Beginning Audrey's step sister, Annie had been plotting deviously against her months, her envy and resentment growing with every passing day. Finally deciding the time is right, Annie approaches Audrey's manager at the hotel she worked at, Mr Frost with her plan. They would drug Audrey and give her a bottle of wine to deliver, claiming it is a special drink for a VIP client. Unknown to Audrey, the plan is to trap her in a compromising position with a vile old man, Mr Santiago and record them having sex. The night of the incident, Audrey, unaware of the danger is drugged and presented with the seemingly innocent bottle of wine and asked to deliver it to a client in room 112. Under the influence of the drugs, Audrey goes into room 114 instead of the intended room 112. Mistakenly believing she was meeting Mr Santiago, she finds herself alone in the room with a wealthy powerful man named Rex. The night soon becomes a blur of passion, clouded by the effects of the drug. Audrey has sex with the stranger, Rex.

Aurora Hills marked the genesis of it all, where she was drugged, surrender her innocence to a stranger by night, stripped of power by morning and narrowly evade death grasp. six years later, Olivia Reynolds is back, perhaps fleeing from something and she is ready to mete out karma to those who wronged her, things are exactly as planned or so she thought. Till try throw Alexander kings, a filthy rich CEO, who happens to share an uncanny resemblance with her kids, and whom she is inexplicably drawn to, then suddenly it becomes a lot harder than expected. Will it unravel disastrously or could it lead to unexpected twist of fate? Will Olivia seek out her sweet perfect retribution or get caught up in an unexpected romance with Mr. CEO?

Shotgun marriage usually happens when there is an unintended pregnancy resulting in marriage in a hurry or enforced but... not in my case. "Desmond Cro'esnt, do you take this woman to be your wife, to live together in matrimony, to love her, to honor her, to comfort her, and to keep her in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, for as long as you both shall live?" I looked straight into Desmond's eyes. They are raven black and it does match his long, wavy black hair. "I do," he answered as he smiled innocently at me. Making himself look promising. Then, the priest turned to me. "Neiva Ariella Hillstone, do you take this man to be your husband, to live together in matrimony, to love him, to honor him, to comfort him, and to keep him in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, for as long as you both shall live?" I still can't believe that I'm going to marry this man. He looks happy, waiting for my answer. His white suit is making him look even kinder. The only witness we have here is the priest and his men in black suits, currently pointing a gun right into my head. "Time is running, Neiva. It's either you marry me or you die." His innocent smile turned into a devilish one. This suits him more because this is the real him. And that answered your question. My shotgun marriage happened to be the literal meaning of it. I closed my eyes and deeply breathed before answering, "I do." "You're mine now." He pulled me by my waist and pressed his lips against mine. I am now officially the wife of this Psychopath Billionaire Mafia Boss.

McCall Jessica, a middle-aged young woman in her late 20s, who used to work at a bar lost her job after Nicklaus, a customer, tried harassing her. Weeks passed by and she couldn't get another job. Months later, she met someone who made a deal with her anonymously, offering her a job in one of the biggest companies. She started having a guest in her house which was her billionaire CEO and it was part of her contract. They both soon started getting sparks of love. Just as their love life became sweet and lovely, Jessica starts to face threats about her past. Would Nicklaus be able to love and keep her at the same time?

“I, Atlas Maxwell the future Alpha of Blue Zircon pack, reject you Selene Argus Phoebe as my mate and the Luna of Blue Zircon pack.” My heart shattered on that faithful day I got rejected by my mate. Unfortunately I wasn’t broken enough for my mate and that was when the real suffering started, I became my mate’s sex slave. As if that was not enough, he broke my limit when I overheard this conversation. “Using her as sex slave is not enough.” “But Atlas, you’ve rejected her and you’re basically covering her beauty while using her as your sex slave, what more could you want?” Luke asks “Using her to breed omegas.” The statement that crushed what was left inside of me. I packed my bags and left the pack that day not realizing that I was pregnant…..but for who?? Fours years later, I was back but only for one thing; Revenge. But on who? My rejected mate or my babies daddy? Or both?

They say the Volkov Bratva doesn't forgive. And don't forget. Or let go. I didn't believe them. Not until I woke up in a stranger's bed with his teeth marks on my neck and a sticky note that read "Tell anyone, and I'll find you." The stranger turned out to be my ex-husband's uncle. The uncle turned out to be the most dangerous mafia don in Europe. And the one-night stand I thought would save me? It was a trap he'd been setting for two years. Now I'm locked in his compound, wearing his ring, carrying a baby that might be his — or might be the one thing he can never forgive. My ex-husband wants me destroyed. My sister wants my life. My husband's enemies want me dead. And Dimitri Volkov? He wants me on my knees. He says he'll protect me. He says he'll kill for me. He says he'll burn the world down and smile while it burns. But he never said he loved me. And I'm starting to realize that's the most dangerous thing of all. Because when a man like Dimitri Volkov doesn't say he loves you... It's because he's already decided you belong to him forever. And forever, in his world, is a very long time to be wanted.

On the night of the company’s event, under the influence, a chance encounter entwines the lives of Javeira Solace, an ordinary employee, and Leviticus Foster, the company’s CEO. A moment that should’ve faded into the back of their memories instead became a connection that binds them together. Now, would this connection be the start of something real… or the beginning of heartbreak.

“I’m pregnant too.” Sonia, my husband’s girlfriend said to me with a voice lifts with theatrical innocence. “Chase doesn’t know yet,” she continues casually. “I wanted to wait till the divorce is finalized. That way everyone will know I didn’t need to trap him with a baby… like you did.” There it is. The knife twist. Her eyes glitter with triumph as she walks out. I open my tote bag. The divorce agreement slides out easily. A thick stack of paper demanding my complete surrender of any claim to the Warren empire. In exchange for freedom. The woman who fractured herself trying to build a family out of dust is gone. I slide the signed documents into the top drawer of Chase’s desk. Let him find it. Let him choke on it.