Mills And Boon Hot Reads Novels & Stories

“Never again.” The vows were simple. Honest. Real. And when they kissed, it wasn’t a revelation. It was a continuation. Some love stories begin loudly. Others survive everything first. _____________ Author’s Note Thank you for reading The Billionaire’s Proxy Bride. What began as an idea grew into something far bigger than I imagined, and the support and encouragement I’ve received along the way have meant more than I can properly put into words.Thank you for staying until the end. Thank you for believing in Lena, Damon, and Amara.

I wanted him to get back his life so I can go live mine. Feeling bored, I slid into my book and off my E-library. I might be a high school dropout but I knew how to read and I loved to read. Especially romance books. I clicked on a book and started reading. “Oh giving it to the manwhore, I’ve read it, Melissa died.” Mona suddenly said, peering into my phone. I glanced at her, surprised that she seemed to like reading romance books too. I thought an Iron Lady like her might only like reading horror, action or crime based books

Not just of the long nights and endless struggle, but of pretending she still believed everything would be fine. When her phone buzzed, she almost ignored it. But the name that flashed on the screen made her pulse skip. Unknown Number: > “Miss Morgan, I represent Mr. Ethan Blackwood. He would like to meet with you. Tonight.” Ava frowned. Ethan Blackwood—the billionaire hotel magnate every magazine in New York couldn’t stop talking about. Ruthless. Private. Too powerful to cross. What would a man like that want with a woman like her? Her hands trembled slightly as she typed a reply.

JAKE’s POV I woke up alone, my ass throbbing from Milo’s cock tearing into me last night. I groaned, sitting up, flashes of his rough hands and filthy mouth burning in my mind. My cheeks flushed as I buried my face in my hands. This was my fucked-up life now. The penthouse was quiet. No Milo. Probably didn’t sleep here—too personal for a psycho who saw me as his personal fucktoy. A sealed envelope on the desk caught my eye. I stumbled over, legs shaky from his pounding, and ripped it open.

"Ten thousand? That's history." She curled her lip, her voice ringing across the entire hall. "If you want to marry into the Forrest family, you follow our new rules. Frankly, I don't see any sincerity from you. Let's round it up to 500,000." The room fell dead silent. The emcee froze, microphone still raised. My hand stiffened midair. I turned to look at Dylan. He stood there in the suit worth 30,000 I had bought for him with his head down, eyes glued to his phone, acting like none of this concerned him.

CHRISTIAN One minute we're at the party we got invited to. The next, my mouth was on hers, her body was against mine, and we were stumbling into the elevator in a tangle of pent-up longing and heightened adrenaline. Thank God we were in the area where I had just recently bought a penthouse, the drive home would have been long and I needed her. Now. And the penthouse had a private lift because there was no chance in hell we could make it up the stairs without injuring ourselves.

"Relax, dear. We’re not here to hurt you." "What do you want from me?" "Nothing," she smirked. "But we have an offer for you." "An offer?" My voice was shaky. "What kind of offer?" "A non- negotiable one," she said. "One that could change your life," she continued, her tone dripping with false kindness. "We’re prepared to pay you one million dollars a month." I blinked, sure I’d misheard. "A million dollars? For what?" "To marry a man," she said simply.

he ordered softly. Her lashes fluttered, and when her eyes met his, she fell into the storm of his gaze. It wasn’t just color. It was movement, like a tide pulling her under. He pressed his mouth to hers, finally, and the world split open. It wasn’t a soft kiss. It was hot, deep, consuming. His tongue claimed her mouth like he had every right to. She moaned against him, her hands sliding up to his chest without thinking. The fabric of his suit felt alive, warming under her touch.

She started to read, eagerly scanning the pages with her eyes. The journal belonged to Olivia, documenting her last moments. Vanessa was shocked as she read about Olivia's doubts, anxieties, and eventual downfall. While reading, Vanessa noticed that Olivia was approaching the truth. She had unearthed a sinister revelation that someone was ready to commit murder over. Vanessa felt her heart racing in her chest while flipping through the pages. She was aware that she was nearing the truth and was committed to revealing it, regardless of the challenges. However, when she reached the last entry, Vanessa felt a chilling sensation in her blood. Olivia had described Edward, detailing his odd action

They were the building gossip girls, and they all did more gossiping than actual work. “Ya’ll are so nosey,” I laughed. “I’m sure one of you read the note when they were delivered. So, you tell me.” “Okay, fine! You got me." Mandy came through the door first, and Tina and Marcia followed. “It was Bentley. Please tell me your secret. How did you come in contact with a man like that?” She was nearly drooling all over herself thinking about him. They all were. I too silently fantasized. I felt no better than the men who fetishize beautiful women for their own satisfaction.