Luxury Thesaurus

After I studied and lived in Descensio for five years, I finally graduated and was ready to return to my home country to take over my dad's company. When I arrived at the Sullivan Group building, I took a picture and posted it on my Instagram story with the caption. 'Since you're the man I love most, I'm here to see you immediately after graduation.' Yet, a woman appeared out of nowhere and slapped me as soon as I arrived at the company's lobby. "It's her! She's the hussy! She had seduced my husband back in high school. Now that my husband has become the director, she shamelessly showed up here to flirt with him. So, I want you girls to beat her up. I'll take the blame if anything happens." While the woman was cooking up a story about me seducing Marcus Lane, a director of Sullivan Group, others around simply looked on coldly and judged me. She slashed my limited-edition bag to pieces and smashed the expensive seal I wanted to give my dad. "You're just a gold digger wearing and buying fake luxury goods. It's just a few hundred dollars. I can still afford to pay you." However, little did she know that everything I had was real. Even if she and her director husband worked for the rest of their lives, they would never be able to afford to pay for the damages.

On the day of our engagement, my girlfriend, Jean Sullivan, is nowhere to be found until late at night. Beside myself with worry, I, Seth Lloyd, frantically reach out to our mutual friends and even consider calling the police. Suddenly, I come across a post about her from her assistant, Callum Cox. "My manager came over to discuss some plans, but the door lock suddenly broke. Does this mean we're going to be stuck in the same room tonight? I can't help feeling a little excited." When I like the post, Jean immediately calls me, furious. "Don't you have any idea how much I earn in a year? Just one day of my lost income would cover what you make in a whole week. "All I did was skip that stupid engagement party, and you start acting all snide. I don't have time to deal with your stingy relatives." My mom, Teresa Whitfield, stays silent, her eyes sweeping over the gold, eight sets of haute couture jewelry, and several property transfer deeds in the private room. With a forced smile, she asks, "Seth, have all these wedding gifts we've prepared embarrassed you?" I sneer, caressing the keys to the luxury car I'm about to give Jean. "No, it's me who's being too generous to her."

When my husband, Louis Banks, was caught in a traffic accident, I was at an interview out of town. By the time I got to the hospital, he had already been declared dead, and was sent to the crematorium. Hearing the news, I fainted on the spot. When I woke up again, I was greeted by the court coming to enforce the auction of all our assets. The reason was that Louis' company had gone into financial troubles, leaving us in massive debt, and I was the only legal representative of the company. Many years later, I found myself begging in the snow with a cracked bowl, and I nearly got run over by a luxury car. To my surprise, the one in the driver's seat was none other than Louis, who was supposed to be dead ages ago! Dressed in designer brands and holding another woman in his arms, he jeered at my filthy stench and appearance, even kicking my bowl to pieces. "You're still alive, huh? I was worried that I couldn't trick someone who graduated from a bigshot university, but you were dumb enough to believe it without questioning it for a second!" He laughed, sneering as he continued, "Thanks for working so hard for us, hahaha!" His words filled me with so much anger that I died on the spot, my eyes glaring at him even in death. Little did I expect that when I came to, I found myself back on the day of his accident!

"You like that?" he whispered, taking my earlobe in his mouth, and my lips parted. My breath came in short bursts, and everything blurred at the feel of his tongue on my index and middle fingers. He began sucking on them while his left hand slipped under my shirt, and a loud moan escaped me. My back arched of its own accord as his fingers began to rub circles around my rock-hard nipples, teasing them and another puddle moistened the already damp surface as my legs took on a life of their own and spread wider. ……. Scarlett Ford was a young woman from a humble background who found herself in the midst of luxury when she was taken in by the wealthy and powerful Sterling family. As she became more entrenched in their glamorous lifestyle, she fell in love with Reed, the eldest son of the family. However, Scarlett's mother, who was a chief maid in the Sterling household, warned her against pursuing the relationship, knowing that the matriarch, Colette de Beauvoir, would never approve of a romance between her son and a maid's daughter. Colette was a powerful woman who firmly believed in the social hierarchy that separated the wealthy from the poor. Despite her mother's warnings, Scarlett was determined to be with Reed and was blind to Colette's prejudices. As Reed took over his father's position as head of the family, the stakes became even higher. Would Scarlett be able to change Colette's narrow-minded views, or would everything fall apart?

"You may be mine, but I am not yours." Kalmin’s emerald eyes blazed with fury as he turned away, slamming the door and locking Nuri inside. "I didn’t ask to be your mate, Alpha,” Nuri hissed at the door. “And if I had a choice, I wouldn’t choose you either.” But choices mean nothing when fate decides for you. __________ Nuri is a half-wolf, half-human hybrid—unclaimed by any world, unwanted by her mate, and trapped in a bond forged by fate. Kalmin is the ruthless Alpha of the Blue River Pack, feared for his brutality and worshipped for his power. The only thing he despises more than weakness… is her. She didn’t ask to be his. He refuses to be hers. But there’s no severing the mating bond. No escape from the pull that drags her closer every time he pushes her away. And no hiding the way her body betrays her when he gets too close. What begins as a battle for survival becomes something far more dangerous—an unraveling. Of secrets. Of control. Of hearts. Because hating someone is easy. Wanting them is not. In a world where strength is survival and love is a luxury neither of them can afford, Nuri must decide if she’ll run—or rise. __________ Dark. Addictive. Fated. This gritty werewolf romance is for 18+ readers only. Contains graphic sexual content, violence, and themes some may find triggering. Proceed with caution—and maybe a safe word.

Rhea is just a lovely omega working as a maid in the pack estate, saving every dollar she can to go to college. All her life, she’s dreamed of finding her mate — someone who would love her, respect her, and make her feel complete. She never asked for much. Just a kind man who’d treat her right. That’s what she wants. That’s what her mother wants. And her best friend Kale, the youngest son of the Beta, just so happens to fit that dream perfectly. During the Mate Ceremony, she finally finds her mate… but it’s not Kale like she hoped. It’s Alpha Dorian. The cold, ruthless Alpha known for his icy eyes and iron fists — and worse, everyone knows he’s already engaged to Vivienne, the daughter of a powerful neighboring Alpha. This has to be a joke. Rhea wants nothing to do with him. She plans to reject the bond and stay far away. But when her mother falls dangerously ill, and desperation sets in, she realizes she doesn’t have the luxury of pride. “Be my mistress,” he whispers, pinning her to the wall, his cold breath brushing her neck and sending a shiver down her spine. “And I will help you.” Now, Rhea is trapped in a secret affair with the Alpha she swore she hates — but every time he touches her, her body betrays her.

CONTAINS ADULT SCENES! “Alena, I love the way you scream my name with me inside you.” Darren's lips curled up, his eyes enjoying the sight of Alena's flushed face beneath his muscular body. “Darren.” “Do you want this to end, Alena? Like how you left me on our engagement day, or do you want me to spend the entire night punishing you?” Darren asked, widening the smirk on his lips. Alena Wilson left her engagement to Darren Scott to marry Jason White, the man she thought loved her deeply. Alena was even willing to give up her luxurious life as heir to the Wilson family fortune just to be with Jason. However, Jason betrayed their marriage. He had an affair with Kyle Muller, Alena's close friend. Alena was humiliated, insulted, and divorced dishonorably. Jason's family kicked Alena out of the house that was actually purchased with Alena's own money. Jason's family felt victorious for having discarded Alena like trash. At a party, they were all shocked to see Alena step out of a luxury car, wearing a dress that further accentuated her beauty. Even the three handsome and influential CEOs who were also present there, Darren Scott, Gavin Scott, and Adrian Scott, walked over to Alena and each extended their hands while saying in unison, “Miss Wilson, would you like to dance with me?”

Freya King, the CEO of a luxury jewelry brand, had it all: beauty, brains, and a commanding elegance that left powerful men captivated. But at thirty-one, she was still single, and her father had run out of patience. In a bold and borderline outrageous move, he made a game-changing business decision behind her back, one that involved a certain family friend and fellow empire heir… Kenneth Lee Wright. Kenneth, thirty-five, the handsome but stone-faced tech CEO known for being emotionally unreadable, had his own problem: a long-standing rumor that he didn’t “swing the right way”—a rumor he had never denied, simply because it kept overenthusiastic suitors at bay. When Freya flew across the globe to demand answers, Kenneth calmly offered a deal: “Let’s help each other. You get what you want. I find a wife. Problem solved.” Easier said than done. What began as a pragmatic search for their ideal match turned into a hilarious series of terrible dates, jealous moments, and awkward late-night heart-to-hearts. As sparks started to fly, Freya found herself wondering... What if the perfect person wasn’t on her list… but standing right in front of her? *** This is Book 3 of Love and Legacy in the House of Kings. For the best reading experience, it’s recommended to read Book 2 first. Book 1: Divorced My Cheating Husband, Married A Billionaire Book 2: The Bad Boy Next Room

On my way to the interview, my best friend—who had always warned me not to meddle in other people’s business—suddenly rushed toward the crashed luxury car without hesitation. That was when I knew she had been reborn too. In our previous life, she and I were known as the two top aces of the Finance Department. After graduation, we both made it to the final interview at one of the world’s top five hundred companies. On the day of that interview, we encountered a terrible car accident. The company’s president was inside the wreck. I gave up the interview to save him, while my friend ran straight to the interview without looking back. In the end, she got the offer, and I lost my chance at the prestigious firm. Everyone pitied me. However, the president held a grand wedding to repay me. I became the wife of my friend’s boss. I was admired and envied by all. She, on the other hand, struggled under endless performance targets. She got buried by work. At the company’s annual gala, I stood beside the president, dazzling under the lights, while she faded into the crowd—exhausted and invisible. Jealousy drove her mad. She grabbed a knife and stabbed me right there at the gala. When I opened my eyes again, she and I had both returned to the day of the president’s car accident.

When I stand in the sales office and watch my best friend beat me to purchasing the foreclosed property I have my eye on, I finally know for sure that she has been reborn too. In my previous life, both my best friend and I had some savings. She invested all her money in the stock market, while I decided to buy a house to live in. Since I didn't have much savings, I ended up buying a foreclosed property where a murder had taken place. But inside the ceiling cavity, I discovered a safe containing ten million dollars in cash and over a dozen gold bars. Meanwhile, my best friend's money was trapped in the stock market. She lost everything and even ended up in debt. When she watched me move into a villa, drive luxury cars, and spend money extravagantly every day, my best friend flew into a rage. She lured me to a highway where an oncoming freight truck killed me. After my death, my soul floated in the air as I watched her and my boyfriend deceive the police together. They claimed I had been drinking and ignored traffic rules, rushing onto the highway to my own death. When I open my eyes again, I find myself back on the day I'm supposed to buy the foreclosed property.