Like A Gentleman

My mom treated me like the dirt beneath her shoes but worshiped my cousin like a queen. Since I could walk, I had scrubbed clothes and cooked meals, but I would still be yelled at or smacked if I messed up. On the contrary, my cousin twirled in princess dresses and played the piano. She was cherished by my aunt and uncle like she was the center of their world. Then came the day everything changed. At my cousin's birthday party, my mom got drunk and spilled the secret—she switched me and my cousin at birth. It turned out that I wasn't her daughter; I was my aunt's daughter. I was over the moon. Finally, I thought I'd found my real family, people who might actually care about me. But when I told my aunt, she just smirked. "You think I didn't know? I don't want you. You'll never be my daughter." Her words hit me like a bucket of ice water. I couldn't understand. Why didn't anyone want me? But that day, I made a vow—I'd never beg for anyone's love again. Years later, when I got into Mayward University—the best educational institution in the country—I threw two DNA test reports on the table in front of them. For the first time, they both looked terrified.

“Sweetheart, do you like it when I touch you?” “Yes… yes, I do, Mr. Steele…” “Who do you belong to, fiery one?” “You… I’m all yours.” By day, I’m Sienna Ward—the picture-perfect secretary to one of the most powerful CEOs in the country. By night, I’m something else entirely. His obsession. His addiction. His secret sin. Dominic Steele isn’t like any man I’ve ever met. Yes, he’s sinfully handsome. Yes, he’s one of the richest, most ruthless billionaires in the world. But he’s also dangerous—commanding every room like it was built for him alone. And when he touches me, when he whispers in my ear… I forget that I was ever just a “secretary.” Because here’s the truth: Dominic Steele is engaged—to Clara. My ex-best friend. The senator’s daughter. The girl who once had my back… until she didn’t. His family would never approve of me. In their eyes, I’m from the wrong side of his world. But he doesn’t care. He told me I was only for his pleasure. And maybe I believed him—until his touch started to feel like something more. Until the lines blurred. And now? I might not just be carrying his name. I might be carrying his child.

Life is unsure and unfair for her. Her parents were already dead and she grew up in an orphanage. When she reached 18, they told her to move out so she had no choice but to do what they wanted. She started to work for herself since then. She tried to do a lot of jobs, making her forget what sleep feels like. In this world, a weak omega like her is like trash. Alphas are the only people that are valid in this unfair society. If you want to have a good life, you have no choice but to give yourself to thos alphas or worse, be their slave and let them stomp your dignity. In order to survive, an omega like her needed to stick like a leech to those alphas who the society respects. She even thought of selling herself just to have money. Maybe her life would be better if an alpha brought her. Maybe everything would be better if she had parents she can lean on. All of this came to her faster than bullets and she found herself clinging to that bridge, feeling the chilly air coming from below. Hazel is prepared to end it all, until a child suddenly appeared out of nowhere and clung to her legs. The child kept on calling her “mama” and didn't want to let go. Followed by this, men in black came to her, accusing her of kidnapping the child. “Please don't take me!! I didn't know this child!” Hazel exclaimed.

Waking up crushed under a man, I nearly screamed—until I saw who it was. Adrian. My cold, obsessive husband. The man I spent a lifetime escaping from. In my past life, I trusted the wrong people. Betrayed the only man who ever protected me and died alone. One life ruined me. This one? I’ll ruin everyone who tries again. Now, the game is mine and I write the rules. I'll act sweet. Stay mysterious. And pit every snake against each other. And as for my dangerously obsessed husband? I will tame—wait... WAIT! I was just being a little gentle, why is this tyrant acting like a delicate princess? 'Hey, hey, stop clinging to me! What? You want cuddles? Head pats? You—You are not a cat, Adrian!' … “He’s deathly allergic to strawberries? But he devoured one from my hand like it’s a miracle elixir.” “He has sleeping disorders? But he hugged me and passed out like a lazy cat!” “He’s sulking… because I didn’t hold his hand?” When he saw me hugging my female best friend? He lost his mind. Yanked me into his arms and growled, “Mine,” like a deranged villain in love. I finally understood: no one else ever stood a chance. I was his only obsession.

Born into an extremely influential family in the Far West of the United States, Janis Walter, of course had every right to throw her weight around in every way she could. She possessed characteristics most people believed was supposed to be for the male gender, and unfit for a feminine goddess like her. But you know what? They were wrong. Janis considered them all wrong and they dared not challenge her. On the opposite side was Jax Storms. Not wealthy, not poor...Just in between. Sure, like every western man, he was masculine, but what happens when he comes in contact with Janis who was overbearingly domineering? And in the most unlucky way too. They had a one night stand! ~. .~ Janis gasped in shock when she saw Jax, after haven not seen him since that night. Memories from that night immediately hit her and her cheeks flushed red immediately. He didn't look like he did the last time she had seen him; he looked very different, and more sophisticated. To her surprise, he turned out to be the CEO of the corporation that was closely in competition with hers. "Hello." Janis spoke and his eyes narrowed immediately, before giving her a fake smile that didn't even reach his eyes. "How are..." "I didn't come here for a reunion." Jax cut her off. He didn't like how she smiled at him, he believed it was fake and she was just like her younger sister, who looked down on people who had no status attached to their name. "Then what did you come here for?" She asked, unable to believe that the CEO standing in front of her had been the Uber guy who got her pregnant. "I want custody of my child." He deadpanned and the smile drained from her face.

Marrying Sebastian Romano had felt like a wish granted too perfectly to be real… until reality crushed it. For two years, Jasmine lived in a blur of champagne, penthouse lights, and a husband who looked at her like she was his entire future. In the third year, the silence arrived. The kisses turned into calendar appointments. The marriage shrank into handshakes and small talk. Then Jasmine found the truth. Sweet messages that were not for her. Hotel bookings that did not include her name. A blonde secretary who did not know shame. Jasmine walked out without looking back. She left her ring, the signed divorce papers, and her ruined heart on their ridiculous king-size bed. What she did not know was that another life had already started inside her. Five years later, Jasmine lived small on purpose. Quiet. Safe. Her child grew up without drama, without the weight of the Romano name. Jasmine promised herself it would stay that way. Until Adrian. Adrian was nothing like the men who used to own her world. Calm where they were cruel, clever without being cruel, steady in a way that felt dangerous only because she wanted to trust it. With him, Jasmine finally stopped feeling like a problem to fix and started feeling like a person to keep. When Adrian dropped to one knee at a glittering Monte Carlo...Jasmine did something she had sworn never to do again. She thought about forever. Then she saw him. Sebastian Romano. The man she had loved, left, and learned to hate in the exact same lifetime. Those cold eyes. That unreadable face. The past she thought she had buried standing three steps away from her fresh start. “Interesting,” Sebastian said. “Your fiancé… happens to be my brother.”

I lived in this world full of lies and shit. And those people who know nothing but to judge me. They were busy talking about other people's shits and not minding their own life. Who are they? Did they give me money to feed me and my son? I am not a criminal to treat them like this. They don’t even know me and my story, but the way they looked at me, it was like they have known me for years. Their eyes send daggers at me whenever they see me passing by across the street. Their scrutinizing looks made me feel like I’m just an insect that they wanted me to get rid of. What did I do to them to treat me like I killed someone? Am I a bad person? I was just trying to give my son a good life. I know it may be dirty in their eyes, but at least I did not beg and ask for money from them. I've been living in this unfortunate world since I got fooled by love. And to keep my son, I need to work in this kind of profession. Yes, I worked in a place that they thought was the dirtiest job… But I am still proud that I am Felicity "Happy" Mondragon, and will do my best to give my child everything he needs. Find out why a loving and optimistic woman turned out to be a stripper. Will she find someone who could give her way out of that cruel world?

Valeria wanted nothing more than a good man who would treat her like she deserves. She really thought her boyfriend Sam was the man meant for her and always compared him with other guys even when it was really obvious he wasn't treating her right. Her life almost came to an end when he instantly broke up with her on a Valentine's day, which was also her birthday. This destroyed her career and left her heartbroken and Valerie thought the only way she could get over him was to drink, drink and drink down to stupor. Her life only became worst and it felt like the world was crashing on her when she discovered she was pregnant for an unknown stranger. If felt like everything was going on good when she found the picture of the man who she had spent the night with, and only then did she also find out her baby's daddy is a CEO, owner of an A1 tech company in new York and other companies in different countries. Valeria goes in search of him, but he bluntly denies ever having anything to do with her. Just like that, she leaves and months later meets a young, tall, handsome doctor who takes her in till she finally put to bed. Raising her kids alone with Ares was going on smoothly until the young CEO comes to claim his twins and is ready to do anything to have them back.

Aliza's Point of View "Let me go," I said as I tried to get away from him, but I couldn't because he was too strong. Catherine walked over to me with an evil smile on her face. "Why," I asked, needing to know why she would betray me the way she did. "Why would you do this to me, to my father? How could you betray us like this? My father is your mate, and you did this. You acted like you loved me, like I was your daughter, but you lied. Why?" I asked, and she laughed. "You are dumb, just like your father was. I never loved you. I did all of this to get what I wanted. I never cared about you or your father. You two were just too stupid to notice how much I hated you both," Catherine said "You are evil. How could you say you never cared about my father? He is your destined mate," I said, and she laughed. "No, he isn't," Catherine said, which shocked me. Her claws started to extend, and she pushed them through my chest and pulled out my heart. I fell to the ground, and all I saw was blackness.

“You are not a prisoner, but you are my wife. You are officially a Davenport for the next six months, so act like one!” He warned me. “Fuck you.” I spat at him. “If you want my dick, all you have to do is strip and bend over the table. I might consider you and fuck you.” ………………….. THIS IS A SPICY AND DARK MAFIA ROMANCE BOOK. KILLIAN DAVENPORT IS UNHINGED!! R18. 185 days. That’s how long Aspen Vale must survive as the wife of Killian Davenport. The ruthless mafia lord who bought her freedom, only to cage her in his world of power, secrets, and sin. She was sold to him like property. Her father signed her life away for money, and Killian accepted not out of love, but obsession. She looks like the woman he once lost. And now he refuses to let her go. In Killian’s mansion, there are rules, cruel and unyielding rules. No lies. No defiance. No pregnancy. He doesn’t want a wife. He wants a ghost to worship, a memory to control. But Aspen isn’t made to be broken. The more he tries to destroy her, the more she burns beneath his touch. She tells herself she’ll endure him for 185 days—then escape. But monsters like Killian don’t set their prey free. And the most dangerous part of all? She’s no longer sure she wants him to.