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Allie knows better than to fall for Roman Grayson. He’s her brother’s best friend, the NHL’s favorite bad boy, and the one person who has always had the power to ruin her with a single look. For years, they’ve hidden behind friendship—ignoring the tension, the jealousy, and the feelings neither of them are brave enough to admit. But when one reckless night changes everything, the line between friends and lovers disappears. Roman has always lived for hockey, fame, and freedom. Love was never part of the plan—especially not with the one girl he could never truly have. But the more time he spends with Allie, the more impossible it becomes to stay away. As secrets unravel and the pressu

On my 18th round of IVF, I accidentally overheard a conversation between my husband and his secretary. Yvonne asked, "Babe, do you really have to have a baby with her? What about us?" Zayn explained, "Don't worry. I've already switched the eggs with yours. So, Candice will actually be carrying our child, and you won't have to suffer through pregnancy. When the child grows up, all the Summers fortune will be his!" I pretended I did not hear a word, focusing instead on raising the son I worked so hard to bring into this world. 18 years later, my son was celebrated as a "computer genius", and he returned home after earning his doctorate. I transferred all my shares and real estate to him wi

Three days after divorcing my ex-husband, Julian Hendricks, I receive a message from him. "Why haven't you wired your salary for this month to me yet?" I assume that he's pulling my leg and reply, "We're already divorced." "So what?" he retorts. "You're supposed to transfer 19,000 dollars out of your 20,000-dollar salary to me every month. You can spend the remaining 1,000 dollars however you want, just like before. "I took care of you when you weren't working in the past. How dare you stop giving me money just because we're divorced?" I stare at his messages in stunned silence. Throughout our three years of marriage, I give 19,000 dollars of my 20,000 dollar salary to Julian every mon

"Run Athena, Run!" the arrogant voice I can hear all over the place. "Or else I devour you. Make you mine. Only Mine. I don't care if you don't love me back. You have no choice. I choose you to be mine!" I run but only the monster voice approaching me. I scream for a help but only his demonic laugh I can hear. Until I stumble. I am about to raise again in my foot but as I lifted my gazed, he was standing in front of me. "I have three words for you. This is only your option. COME WITH ME." @Death Wish Cover is not mine, all respect and praise to the owner. You may also read my other novels: Taming the Dangerous CEO The Devilish Billionaire Fated to Marry the Devil Thank

After I graduated, I kept hitting walls while job hunting, but my boyfriend landed a position at a big company with ease. My boyfriend of two years voluntarily gave me his salary to comfort me. When I finally found a job, he worried about my long commute and bought me a car. All my friends envied me for having such a thoughtful boyfriend. In order to buy our first house, I secretly transferred my own salary into his account as well. A year later, we decided to get married. He held my hand and said excitedly, “I know you don’t have much saved. I don’t want a single cent from you. All I want is your whole heart.” I was deeply moved by how considerate he was. However, on the day of our e

Three hearts. One finish line. No brakes. Arthie calculates everything — brake points, tire degradation, survival odds. His twin Theo crashes through life on pure instinct. Together, they're the most dangerous duo in Asian Pacific GT racing. Apart, neither knows how to function. Dr. Cyrus saves lives by the millisecond in Manila's busiest trauma ward. He doesn't do chaos. He doesn't do velocity. He definitely doesn't do falling for two patients at once — especially when those patients are identical twins who've only ever had each other. When Theo crashes at an illegal street race, Cyrus performs emergency surgery that puts his hands inside Theo's chest. Arthie watches from the hallw

Bad news: I died. Good news: I got transmigrated into a book. Bad news: I landed in the belly of a peasant woman and was about to be born as a fake heiress. Good news: I'd read this book cover to cover. I knew that when the real heiress came home, she'd use her parents' guilt against me. She'd even scheme to get me caught in bed with my own brother, so furious would our parents be that they'd throw me out of the house, and I'd die a miserable death in some back alley on a rainy night. So the year I turned five, I took every coin I'd ever been given and paid a street urchin to show up at the manor gates claiming to be the real heiress. When I turned eight, a second urchin took her place

BLURB ‘She was never supposed to be his. That's exactly why he had to have her.’ Harper Thorne knows the rules. Don't get noticed. Don't make enemies. And whatever you do…… never look twice at Asher Kingston. He's the billionaire heir. The hockey captain. The boy every girl at Sterling Academy wants and every smart girl knows to avoid. Harper is smart. She just stopped being invisible at the worst possible moment. Now he owns her time, her schedule, and every room she walks into. Personal assistant. That's what he calls it. What it really is — is a game. And Asher Kingston plays to win. She tells herself she hates him. She almost believes it. Until the night he pins her against t

Carlos is a mature man, arrogant, and very sure of himself. Sara, an immature young girl, brave ... but very troublesome. She is just a big inconvenience to him. He is too overbearing and controlling for her. What is the boundary between respect and tolerance? To what extent can two people so different be able to support each other without mistreating each other? Would you trade your ideals and convictions for someone you don't know and who you can't even trust?

“I paid you! Why do you keep stalking me, then?” She burst out, while glancing at the door as if she was expecting someone to come in and save her. Not that she needed any saving though. I placed both hands on the table, and leaned down towards her. “We fucked.” My lips curled. Her face colored crimson. “It was a nightstand. Adults have one nightstands all the time. Moreover, I paid you-” “I’m not other people, Inez Raymond,” I said, cutting off her words. “Let’s make a deal.” Interest sparked within her eyes, yet she eyed me cautiously. “What deal?” “That you'll agree to be my wife for three months. If you don't fall in love with me during that period, I'll let y