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This is an Urban Adult-Sweet Romance story. If you were sick with the typically CEO's stories out there, then this one could be your cup of tea. Phoebe Amaya Breslin hates her boss so much until the bone. Frankly, she hated anyone related to the Levanchois family. She was forced to do other tasks unrelated to her contract. Meanwhile, her colleagues in the office try to bully her into the office political games. Well, enough is enough! She decided to take revenge on all of them before leaving that "hellish" company. Until fate brought her to meet one of the most powerful men in the Levanchois clan, he is even more powerful than her evil former boss. Oh, Nooo!! Could she free herself from the Levanchois? You guys should be in a hurry to help her find a way out before she is trapped furthermore in their silly games and endless attempts to dominate each other. "You must sign this contract, or else your company name will be threatened again by a bunch of evidence in my hands." —Phoebe Amaya Breslin "Well, then. You have to sign a contract with me too. We should be fair in this business. You get what you want, so do I." —Samuel Clark Levanchois —Sign Your Love Contract With Me, and I'm definitely going to get you in a way you never imagined before!—

“Don't you dare touch me. You bloody monster,” Eric whispered glaring at me, which only turned me on the more. A beautiful smile crossed my lips; luckily for us, his fake mother was so focused on Katherine, she did not know I was fucking her son before her eyes. “So I am now a monster, huh? That was not what you said yesterday. Or have you forgotten about our hot night?” I asked as I traced my way to his lap again, approaching his groin area. He swallowed hard, his eyes roaming around. “Damien. I am Katherine’s fiancé. your niece” He reminded me as my hands reached his groan, caressing it through the layers of his trousers. “Yesterday you were Mike's boyfriend, and what did I tell you? I don't give a fuck!,” I whispered back. “Now be quiet and try to control yourself” . Eric's life is thrown upside down when his brother is killed on his coronation day, and he now has to become the king. and he can't because he is gay and he has a boyfriend who he loves dearly, or so he thought until he met Damien Monetro, his fiancée's uncle and his former one-night stand

I lead my team to develop a new drug formula that passed its first clinical trial. It becomes the key to the company's IPO. So, the board votes unanimously to award me an additional 5% in shares. But at the celebration party, my shares turn into three hams. I assume it is a prank by my colleagues. But to my surprise, Draco Faraday looks at me with disgust and says, "Don't think I don't know. You used your position as team leader to assign all the experimentation to Avery. Then, you take the credit for the results. This reward should go to her. As for you, you should be satisfied with the ham!" Seeing Avery Blake looking both flattered and overwhelmed, I am rendered speechless. I argue, "Avery is an art major. Does she even understand chemical formulas?" Draco's expression darkens. "Cross-disciplinary expertise is her strength, not a weakness. I won't argue with you this time. If it happens again, I'll fire you!” When I try to defend myself, he snaps, "Starting today, Avery is the team leader. You should get a taste of how it feels to be exploited." I look at him in disbelief for a moment before nodding forcefully with a sneer. "Fine. From now on, I won't assist if the projects run into any issues. Don't regret it." Draco looks at Avery approvingly."The only thing I regret is not making Avery the person in charge sooner."

My best friend, Scarlett Throne, is diagnosed with cancer. After running away from home, she takes her own life. She leaves behind only a testament and a pair of eight-year-old twins, a boy and a girl. "You're the only person I can rely on in this world. I'm not asking you to adopt them, but just make sure they have enough to eat." Out of compassion, I take the siblings in. For the next 20 years, my husband and I have been working hard together to raise them, buying them cars and houses. But one day, my adopted daughter reports my husband for being abusive toward her. Even my supposedly dead best friend suddenly appears and testifies against him. I demand to know why she does such a thing. My best friend, filled with righteous indignation, says, "I see you as my best friend! I've never thought you adopted my children just to serve your husband's perversions!" My husband's reputation is ruined, and he's been thrown in jail. I desperately try to prove his innocence, only to be forcibly sent to a mental hospital by my adopted son. There, I wither away and die. When I open my eyes again, I find myself back on the very day my best friend was diagnosed with cancer.

WE'RE BACK! Yes, your favorite cousins are back at it again, but this time it ain't about me. So, buckle up and grab your wine glasses, because it's gonna be crazy! Mina’s POV: Wait a damn minute. Am I in hell? Because if I am, I need to speak to HR. I didn't even get a chance to plead my case, give a reference or something. I'm about to start freaking out because, I'm not a “go to hell” and mean it type of person. I can't do heat for five minutes let alone an eternity. I feel like giving my life to save a baby and a man should have gotten me at least joint visitation six months in heaven and six months in hell. “Mina, are you awake?” I heard the voice quietly say next to my ear. I tried opening my eyes, but it felt like I had sand in them. I decided to try speaking, but only let out something that sounded like a sick animal. "Wait right there let me get you some water.” I heard a voice whisper again. Who the hell is that? I have heard that voice before but couldn't figure out who the hell it was. “! We need to move; they've found us.” The voice came again. Wait, what? Who the hell are they? I tried opening my eyes again, this time I managed to get them open enough to see the figure picking me up bridal style. Then the stranger turned his head to look directly in my eyes and I knew instantly who it was. “Blaze? You gotta be shitting me.” I said, obviously shocked. “Hey, can we join the party? I hope you are serving food because we are famished.” I heard a man say.

"Ow," she exclaims when the first stroke of my belt slashes across her bare ass, whimpering with her eyes closed. I set the belt down and rubbed the rapidly reddening spot with my left palm, enjoying the way she moans in pleasure. "You like it, don't you?" I tease. "Yes. Yes...Seb..." I take the belt and whip her again. And again and again. Each time, her moans rising higher, her body jerking violently, turning me on. Through my peripheral vision, I could see her father standing by the door, his jaw on the floor. "No...no, no..." I hear him wail. This is just the beginning. I intend to fuck her cute, little pussy next. While he's still watching. - She was promised to him for one night only. To lay off a debt. But Sebastian Sturm wanted her forever. Carmen Gracia is given to ruthless Mafia Don Sebastian Sturm for a one-night only exclusive by her domineering father to lay off his debt. But when he father fails to keep to his end of the bargain, she's in trouble. Sebastian plans to show her what it means to belong to him, and if he must spank her silly to achieve that, he will. This is a dark romance + BDSM read. If such themes offends you deeply, please try out another book.

When Sylvia Reed postponed our wedding for the fifth time, I found a pregnancy test report in her bag and decided to force the issue. Then I saw a trending local post. A woman rolled up her sleeves, baking cookies. Beside her, a man bent down to tease a child. One look was enough. I recognized the scar on her wrist. It was in the exact same spot as the one Sylvia got years ago when she took a knife for me. The scarf draped over the man's shoulders was one I'd custom-made for Sylvia. Our initials were stitched into it. The sight burned. I thought about how Sylvia had been glued to her phone lately, and how I'd heard a baby crying through it. Ten minutes ago, she'd sent me a voice message. "Luke, something urgent came up at the company. I can't make it back to try on the suit with you. Maybe we should postpone the wedding again? Next year. We'll definitely do it next year." But I'd already waited seven years for this wedding. I took off my groom's suit and cut it to pieces. Then I wiped my eyes, pulled out my phone, and dialed a number I hadn't called in seven years. "I'm short a bride for my wedding. Interested?"

My girlfriend Chloe Bennett's childhood buddy, Daniel Miller, binds himself to a transfer system. Everything he eats gets sent straight into my stomach. He creates a live stream channel and eats nonstop for 12 hours a day to rake in money. Meanwhile, I end up in the ER with acute pancreatitis. I try to explain everything to Chloe, but she just looks at me like I've lost my mind. "How could something that ridiculous exist? If food could magically transfer, nobody would starve in the world. You're just jealous he's making money from streaming." Afterward, Daniel's every live stream triggers another pancreatitis episode, sending me back to the ER until I'm barely holding on. I get tested, but the doctors can't figure out what's wrong. They even want to admit me to psych. Later, in a desperate bid to outdo another streamer, Daniel downs ten pounds of mashed potatoes at once. The overload destroys my spleen and stomach, causing massive internal bleeding that kills me. When I open my eyes again, I'm back on the day of Daniel's very first live stream. This time, I rush out and order 20 takeout dishes before him. "This time, I'm eating first."

(Completed) He rolls his eyes, "Quit acting like you aren't absolutely aware of everything you have been doing with your eyes for a while now." "I'm not," I insist, my eyes trying to stay focused on him "lusting over you is different from doing the deed, and I haven't forgotten what you have done." He makes his way over to me and stops only when his body is a few inches away from mine and I can literally feel the heat coming off of his as I try to stay still. "Then punish me, chain or tie me up, whip me with whips, slap me, kick me, scream and call me names if you want and take your frustration out on me. Let me try to make it up."

Unwillingly, once again, because of that man, tears fell from my eyes. "I have cried a lot because of that man; now I am going to go to him only with the divorce papers." Roselyn, a young woman who has been trapped in a loveless and emotionally abusive marriage with Alexander, reaches her breaking point when his cruel words and actions finally push her to take a stand. With tears streaming down her face, she declares that she's had enough and decides to confront him—but this time, she's not going to beg for his love or attention. Instead, she's going to serve him with divorce papers, marking the end of their toxic relationship. As she prepares for the confrontation, Roselyn gathers her thoughts and emotions, steeling herself for Alexander's potential reactions. She knows that he may try to manipulate or control her, but she's determined to stand firm and take back control of her life. When the moment of truth arrives, Roselyn meets Alexander with a sense of calm and determination. She serves him with the divorce papers, and his reaction is a mix of shock, anger, and regret. But Roselyn stands firm, refusing to be swayed by his emotions. In the aftermath of the confrontation, Roselyn deals with the emotional fallout, processing her feelings and coming to terms with the end of her marriage. She begins to focus on self-care and self-discovery, learning to let go of the past and embrace her newfound freedom.