My Best Friend's Dad

The appointment of Susan Moore as the Broadcasting Channel's executive director has forced out the station's more valued news anchor, sparking heated discussions throughout Hayworth. Susan herself is standing before me right now. She wants to sell her jewelry. As the manager of a luxury boutique store, I'm here to inspect the goods. "These are pieces my partner commissioned for me. I have so many that I'm tired of them." One of them is a diamond-encrusted necklace, featuring a pigeon-blood ruby in the center, worth a few million. There are also several similar gifts on the table, with the crocodile skin bag the least eye-catching one. I smiled. "Your husband must really love you." I set about verifying the purchaser's ID and signature as part of a routine procedure. However, I freeze in place at the sight of the name. "I'm not his wife," she replied, bringing the coffee cup to her lips. "We're just each other's first loves. He said he missed out on 15 years of my life, so he gave me 15 gifts. Isn't that romantic?" It is romantic, indeed. However, it's my father's signature. For 30-plus years, I assumed that my father was a dull man who had never once surprised my mother.

Dangerous. Forbidden. Unattainable. A cutthroat assassin on the run from the mafia is Olivia Hunter's decade-long crush. Eight years his junior, she's like a baby sister to him. He will never give her the time of day. Or so she thought. Until she woke up naked in her brother's best friend/new boss' bed. ### Brooding new COO of Hunter Industries Harmon Chancellor, is billionaire Will Hunter's found brother. These men would die for each other. Not fucking Will's baby sister was a given. A drunken moment of weakness and four years of restraint shatters. Harmon and Olivia fuck until dawn. Coming to his senses once sober, Harmon plans to escape on a business trip to Cupid’s Cove. He warns Olivia not to follow, but she stubbornly does anyway. Enter mafia princess/assassin, Robbie Marino. She's on a mission to drag Ghostblade home, by any means necessary. When Harmon learns that Olivia accidentally led the wildcard assassin straight to him, he's livid. He imprisons the spoiled billionaire's sister in his suite in a desperate bid to keep her safe. She wants answers he can't give her. He wants to fuck her forbidden pussy to shut her up so he can outsmart a mafia king. They can't both get what they want. Can they?

Elara Hayes devoted her entire life to saving people, firstly, when she was the life-long blood donor to her ailing husband, and secondly, when she gave up her unborn child to save her husband. But she got betrayal in place of gratitude. Damien divorced her, humiliated her and married his best friend. Elara is heartbroken and homeless and she takes refuge with Adrian Cole, the best friend of Damien. A single night of weakness unites their destinies forever, yet the past of Adrian comes back with a vengeance, taking Elara into the new charges, deception, and a scandal that breaks her life once again

Tate and Liam have known each other since they were five years old. They have been best friends through everything, school and now into their senior year at school. They have no secrets from each other. Well except this one. I'm Tate and I have a secret. I'm helplessly in love with Liam but I don't want to ruin our friendship and I think he only sees me as his bestie. Maybe it is just a crush and it will wear off. Then one day I kiss him......

Fay is a psychologist and her patient is the most ruthless mafia king. He's in jail. And he's the father of Fay's ex ?! One day, he caged Fay against bars and unbuttoned her shirt Fay tried to push him away but she was wet. Him："You know, doc. I wanted to do this the first day we met."

95% of the book has explicit contents, discretion advised. I loved Liam Stonovich for three years. He was my first, my last, my everything. When I heard he was going to propose, my heart soared. I went to his place, brimming with hope—only to have it all ripped apart. Liam was in the shower. With his ex. And the ring I thought was meant for me? It was on her finger. I wasn’t his forever. I was his rebound. Shattered, I headed to the most elite sex club in L.A., just to have fun and forget about my heartbreak. That’s where I met him—Shark, a.k.a. Michael Stone. A man whose presence alone screamed danger and sèx on legs. I gave him a lap dance, thinking it would be nothing more than a one-night fling. But I became his obsession, and he, my wet dreams. Then I learned the truth. Shark is Liam’s father. I thought it was all going to end there, but the enemies attacked, and secrets unfurled, revealing who I truly am. Now caught in the web of the most dangerous men in the underworld, who’s going to save me?

Wisps of smoke escaped his fine lips. “Spread your legs.” The rod of his cane felt cold against my skin. I shivered, my lips frozen under the weight of his blazing gaze. “Obey! Sweetheart.” He roared, and I parted the guards of my secret alley for him. Serving him the best appetite for tonight. ……. One day while she was rushing to bakery to get a cake with customised apology on it to patch up with her boyfriend. Bella hit into a man, with steely blue eyes, showing no affection but fear. She didn’t hesitate to grab him by the collar and make him pay. Her confidence crushed when reality struck her hard in the privacy of his room. And the random man he hit into turned out to the dad of her ex. Yet it was too late to save her fate.

His lashes fluttered and when his eyes met mine this time, the emotions they expressed before were extinct. “You’re my best friend’s daughter. You’re the girl I swore to protect and shield from those who would seek to harm or use you. I cannot do this now. Your father will not forgive me. I will not forgive myself.” “But you want me.” “What I want doesn’t fucking matter, Elle. I am not the type of man you should desire. I am bad and I’m only going to hurt you.” “Why don’t you let me make that decision myself?” “Because you’re too blinded by the silly feeling you have to see the truth. There can be nothing between us. Not now, not ever.” he said with the utmost certainty. . All Estelle Biggs ever wanted was Jace Henshaw II, and all he has ever wanted to do was protect her from everything that would harm her, including himself.

When Lilary Cruz discovers that her boyfriend of eight years has been secretly cheating on her–with her own sister–her world shattered but didn't stopped. Betrayed by the two people she loved and trusted the most, she refused to appear weak, humiliated and forgotten. And so, she makes a plan. Dominic Hemenez–her ex-boyfriend's untouchable, powerful widowed billionaire father is a man no one dares to approach. With his stoic aura, calculating gaze, and untouchable persona, Lilary planned to use him as key for her revenge. What started as a plan of revenge turns into reality when Lilary became Dominic's wife. Living under the same roof, Lilary is no longer the woman they once looked down on, instead, she's now the woman who holds power. And so, her plan on revenge started. But revenge isn't as simple as she imagined. Because behind Dominic's ruthless reputation is a man who sees through her. The pain, betrayal and the suffering she endured. And the more time Lilary spends time with him, the more her plan on getting a revenge begins to fall apart. As emotions grow and the truth started unfolding, Lilary is forced to face the one thing she never planned for because what if the man she used for revenge becomes the one she truly loves and want? And when the truth comes out of the dark, will love survive the damage she started?

After returning from a three-month business trip, I rushed to meet my fiancé and resolve our dispute over my best friend, Elena. Elena’s ex-husband left her penniless and broken. I offered her my apartment, helped her "find herself" and accompanied her through nights of tequila-soaked sobbing. My fiance, Julian, hated it. Or so he said. "She’s a leech, Clara," he’d snap, watching her try on my designer coats. "She doesn't even know how to make toast without calling for help. Are you her best friend or her maid? People like her don't want to heal; they just want a free ride." She's lost everything, Julian," I argued."Without her, I wouldn't have survived my mother’s death. Please, just be patient for me." I let myself in quietly. The house was still, the air smelling of expensive candles and something else—something sweet and floral that wasn't mine. I walked toward the master suite, expecting to find Julian asleep. Instead, the door was ajar. The wine bottle I had brought to surprise Julian slipped from my hand, leaving me paralyzed for a moment. Elena was draped across my silk sheets. Julian was hovering over her, expertly shucking oysters—my favorite—and feeding them to her with a look of doting, soft-eyed tenderness he hadn't shown me in months. "You're so much better at this than she is," Julian purred. "Because she’s cold, Julian," Elena whispered, brushing a stray hair from his forehead. "She’s all business. She doesn't know how to satisfy men in bed." I stood in the doorway, my whole self trembling, not in cold but in pure rage and disgust. "I hope the oysters are fresh," I said, my voice cutting through the room like a blade.