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—there were a few things I'd like to say to the asshole! Settling my butt more firmly onto the seat, I wrapped my arms around Rook's trim waist, and questioned, "What are we waiting on?" ~~ A few minutes later, Rook was maneuvering the bike through the streets, and I couldn't help but let Mother Nature soothe me. The wind blew silken caresses against my skin, whispering its love song within the fragrances it carried upon its breath, and I allowed myself to relax a little for the first time in a long time. The last four years had been rough, and I'd missed the few members of my old family I'd become close with, and I missed Dillon. I'd had no alternative though, but to realize there was no go

CEO's Mistress (2 book series under the same book) Forced Marriage to the Secret Billionaire (A forced/Arranged Marriage and One night stand standalone) Forced by the Mafia (Revenge based Dark Romance Standalone) Life of Lies (A billionaire romance Standalone) Mated to the Rogue Lycan (Werewolf Standalone) By the way, I have another piece of news to share with you all. A GOOD NEWS!!! This book won the second prize in a recently concluded contest here. The Genre Carnival. And like the rest of my accomplishments, I believe you all played a big part in this win as well. So, from the bottom of my crying heart right now (because of the ending of this story), I am grateful to you all ❤️ Thanks for

"Let's just say certain…family obligations require a change in my marital status. And you, Miss Moore, possess a certain charm and…unexpectedness that suits my needs." Charm? Unexpectedness? Such vague answers did little to quell my unease. "But why a baker? There must be a hundred socialites lining up for the chance to be Mrs. Billionaire." A rueful smile played on his lips. "Socialites are predictable, Miss Moore. You, on the other hand, present an intriguing…wild card." Wild card? The term sent a shiver down my spine. Was I signing up to be a pawn in some high-stakes game I didn't even understand?

When she opened the article, Shanaya felt a pang in her chest upon reading its headline: News Report: Dhruv Kapoor and Shanaya Arora's Surprise Visit to Orphanage Fuels Rumors of a Brewing Affair. In the wake of the scandalous rumors surrounding tech billionaire Dhruv Kapoor and Arora Industries' CEO Shanaya Arora, a surprising turn of events has unfolded, further fanning the flames of speculation. The enigmatic duo, who were recently the subject of intense scrutiny following their alleged involvement, made an unexpected joint appearance at a local orphanage, prompting whispers of a potential affair brewing between them.

“Montgomery Winery is hosting a gala on Wednesday. I hope you are planning to be there because they are our business partners." “I really do not have to but if you want me to, I will go. After all you are the boss.” He replied without looking up. Avery studied him, realizing hat he was being too agreeable. Aaron never agreed to anything he says unless he wanted him out of his hair and wanting him out of his hair meant he was doing something he wasn’t supposed to be doing. Without warning, Avery walked to him and took the document underneath the one he was working on. “What the hell. Avery!” Aaron exclaimed, leaving his seat immediately. Avery read through the front page of the document and r

V. Again, thank you so much for being with me throughout the story of The Billionaire's Mistress! I love you, Readers! I hope that you would also join me with the next stories that I would be writing. Your support inspires me to continue. Till the next stories! Again, thank you so much! Love, Myst Teach

“Besides, I’m sure you’ll text me at some point. You’ve been texting me ever since I gave you my number.” I sensed that he liked it when I called him out. I think it was the challenge and the way I pushed back instead of giving in. Most women who sat in the presence of a billionaire were silent doormats, but not me. I remained true to myself and relentless when it came to getting answers. “My meeting’s getting ready to start here,” he said. “Hopefully this goes smoothly, and we’ll settle our strife quickly. I’m really not in the mood for anything but a nice dinner and conversation with a beautiful woman.”

The door clicked open. Selene's research was different from the rest of the house—modern, sterile, intimidating. Silver-edged snapshots of her grinning alongside dignitaries and celebrities made up the walls. The drawer sat where Claire said it would be. Locked. I extracted a thin hairpin from my jacket pocket and worked on the lock—years of wrestling with persnickety makeup cases had to amount to something. A click. It opened. Inside: a fat envelope marked "CONFIDENTIAL." I opened it by flipping it over.

“They’re ready for you.” Damon gave a subtle nod, and Lena forced her expression neutral as they followed Ellen down the corridor. The hallway was dim, the kind of deliberate, moody lighting that made everything seem more luxurious. The air even smelled expensive—amber, vanilla, and a hint of cedar. They approached a glass door with a brushed-gold sign above it that read: Wintour & Co. Bespoke — Handle with Envy. Lena almost snorted. Figures. “This way,” Ellen said cheerfully, leading them inside.

It lay open on the floor, its contents spilled across the polished mahogany. Among my keys and a half-empty pack of tissues was my old, tattered wallet. The flap had popped open, revealing a faded polaroid of Toby smiling widely, his tiny arms wrapped around my neck, alongside a stack of unpaid, overdue hospital bills stamped with red warnings. Lucien looked at the photo, then back to my face. A strange, calculating shadow flickered across his silver eyes. It was gone as quickly as it appeared, replaced by a cold, business-like calculation. "Five hundred thousand," Lucien murmured, crossing his arms. "To you, it's an impossible fortune. To me, it's pocket change. But I am not a charity, Scar