Paula Dickson

Setelah putus dari friend with benefits, hal terakhir yang Etan Benedict hadapi adalah pertanyaan menjengkelkan dari keluarganya tentang status bujangannya. Dia memutuskan untuk melarikan diri dari murkah ayahnya dan pergi ke sebuah pesta natal yang di selenggarakan oleh perusahaan tempatnya bekerja. Disana dia bisa minum dan menemukan wanita. Hal terakhir yang Lily Rosanna tidak inginkan adalah menghadiri sebuah pesta. Apalagi pesta di tempat kerja. Setelah menyelenggarakan acara tahunan untuk mengenang kematian tunangannya bersama teman-temannya. Lily Akhirnya memutuskan untuk menyelesaikan masalahnya sendiri dan bertekat untuk mempunyai seorang anak. Dia berusaha meyakinkan sahabat baiknya yang sedikit mabuk untuk menjadi pendonor sperma jauh lebih mudah dari yang dia bayangkan. Tapi yang tersisa sekarang adalah bagaimana dia memulai prosesnya. Sedangkan sahabat yang sekaligus adalah rekan kerjanya Paula mendesak Lily untuk datang ke pesta Natal yang di selenggarakan oleh perusahaan. Baik Etan atau Lily tidak pernah membayangkan apa yang akan terjadi pada mereka di pesta itu.

"Now tell me, young lady, who wants you dead?" Nicholas asked as he stared intently at me. His words froze me in place. My eyes widened, and my heart raced uncontrollably in my chest. I looked at him, my eyes diverting to the blood trickling from his shoulder where he was hit by a bullet while trying to save me. "I... I don't know," I stammered, still bewildered by the events that had unfolded. Laura Dickson had endured an abusive relationship at the hands of her boyfriend Santos, to whom she felt indebted for assisting her in settling some debts. Eventually, she reaches the conclusion that she can no longer tolerate the relationship and flees, disregarding Santos' threats of ending her life should she ever leave him. At a charity ball event, she encounters Nicholas, a strikingly handsome and powerful billionaire, the head of Brandson mafia family, who saves her from a serial killer intent on shooting her. Nicholas takes it upon himself to provide her with protection at his covert hideout until the serial killer is captured. What will unfold when they discover that the serial killer was actually closer to them than they had presumed and was in fact not who they thought it was? How will Laura react when she uncovers a grave secret that will profoundly shake her foundations? And what will occur as Laura falls In love with Nicholas, a billionaire mafioso who only sees women as objects of sexual desires? Discover the answers within the gripping pages of the thrilling novel, "Bound by Passion."

One night before our engagement, Darren Finch insisted on throwing a singles party aboard a cruise ship. He made it clear I wasn't invited. But in the middle of the night, I got a call saying he'd fallen overboard. Panic overtook me. Feverish and disoriented, I stumbled to the deck and dove into the sea without a second thought. The night waters were icy, sapping the strength from my limbs. As I was pulled back onto the deck, shivering and soaked, I heard laughter ring out from the crowd. Carrie Specter, Darren's childhood sweetheart, stood above me. She gave a soft, lilting laugh. "Seeing how far you're willing to go for Darren... I can finally hand him over to you without worry." At that, Darren wrapped an arm smugly around her waist. "Carrie, you really do know me best." "I told you," she beamed, "Paula would pass your test." I let out a cold laugh, slipped the engagement ring from my finger, and flung it at his face. "No, thanks. I wish you two eternal bliss. Just don't ever drag me into your drama again."

I watched Ryan die. So how is Ben wearing his face? Six years ago, I watched my best friend--and secret crush--splatter all over the pavement. He died. I saw him. Yet, in the back of my mind, I've never stopped looking for him. Seeing him in crowds, in the classroom, in my dreams--and my nightmares. It's cost me everything--my identity, my sanity, and maybe my life. So when I walk into class to see a man who looks exactly like Ryan standing before me, I freak out again. My therapist tells me to stay away from Ben. He's no good for me. I'll end up back in a padded room. But I have to know the truth. Is Ben really Ryan? That's not possible. But Ben has scars--real ones and metaphorical ones. If Ben is Ryan, why doesn't he just tell me? Is he trying to drive me crazy? Or worse--is he trying to kill me? The Boy Who Died is the first romantic suspense novel from bestselling romantacy author Bella Moondragon writing as B. Moon. If you love romantic suspense, are a fan of Colleen Hoover, Gillian Flynn, Christopher Greyson, or Paula Hawkins, you won't want to miss this page-turner!

It has always been Sarah’s goal to run her father, Mr. Richard's, business because she is the rightful heir and gifted in the business field. She knew he would not live long. Even though Mr. Richard was aware of his condition, he was grateful that God had gifted him an intelligent daughter to inherit his success. He invested heavily in Sarah's education, expecting her to run the business after she graduated. However, Sarah's heart melted for a poor man named Collins. Collins proposed to her upon graduation, but Mr. Richard declined the union. Undeterred, Sarah married him, which led to Mr. Richard disowning her. Sarah felt sharp pains in her heart when she discovered that the man she sacrificed her future for was on a mission to clear her from the path, paving the way for her stepsister, Agatha, and stepmother, Ruth, to inherit her father’s properties. Feeling heartbroken and betrayed, Collins ended their relationship and threw her out. Sarah became helpless and homeless, especially after her father's sudden death. She roamed the streets for days until she met Raymond Dickson, a powerful billionaire who had harbored feelings for her since university. With Raymond's help, Sarah uncovers dark secrets about her family's past, including the murder of her mother, which was planned by Agatha and Collins. In her anger, she vowed to reclaim her priorities and tear down those who wronged her. As she confronts her enemies and seeks to reclaim her life, Sarah’s journey of vengeance becomes one of resilience and redemption. Will she find peace, or will her quest consume her?

  It is never too late to begin again... I had the perfect plan in place when I pressed the reset button on my life. Keep a low profile. It was the only way to keep prying eyes off my secret. Getting into a romantic relationship with the town's number one bachelor, Mario Princeton, was not the best way to remain anonymous, but I couldn't take my eyes and hands off Mario. I tried to dismiss our tension as mere infatuation at first, but this was one truth I couldn't deny. I drew attention to myself, and now someone is blackmailing me because they know what I'm hiding. I should be honest with Mario and his family. I'm not sure how much longer I can continue to tell this lie. But, let's face it, I'm terrified of squandering my second chance. Mario is fantastic, but how will he react if he discovers that his fiancé was a prostitute?

Quando a minha cunhada teve outra crise, eu soube que me divorciaria novamente. Fechei os olhos. "Este é o nono divórcio." Luís Ribeiro massageou as têmporas, dizendo com culpa: — Paula, a morte do meu irmão foi tão repentina... Ele deixou a esposa e o bebê que ela carrega. Eu não posso simplesmente abandoná-los. — Não se preocupe, assim que o bebê nascer, vamos nos casar novamente. Desta vez, para nunca mais nos separarmos! Eu fiquei em silêncio. Afinal, essa era a oitava vez que eu ouvia a mesma promessa. O primeiro divórcio foi quando a morte súbita do irmão mais velho fez minha cunhada entrar em colapso. Na época, ela estava grávida, e Luís propôs o divórcio para que pudesse acalmá-la, prometendo que nos casaríamos de novo depois. Em nove meses, nos casamos e nos divorciamos oito vezes por causa disso. Todos zombavam de mim, me chamando de a "recordista de divórcios". Até eu mesma achava tudo isso um absurdo. Peguei a certidão de divórcio recém-impressa, e um funcionário ao lado me perguntou em voz baixa: — Quando vocês vêm na próxima vez? Eu respondi com indiferença: — Não haverá uma próxima vez.

De camino a ver a mi novio, que seguía haciendo horas extras, sufrí un fuerte accidente de tránsito. Lo llamé decenas de veces, pidiéndole ayuda, pero no respondió ni una sola vez. A lo lejos, el edificio de su empresa seguía iluminado, con las luces encendidas, como si nada hubiera pasado, y la desesperación terminó por devorarme. Cuando desperté en el hospital, vi una publicación de una subordinada suya: “¿Qué hacer cuando tu jefe te regaña en plena madrugada?” La imagen mostraba el reflejo de ambos en el vidrio de una puerta. La cercanía entre ellos era tan evidente que claramente había cruzado los límites de una relación laboral normal. Sin darme por vencida, volví a llamar a Alfonso González. Esta vez, por fin contestó. Con la voz quebrada, apenas logré decir: —Alfonso, tuve un accidente de auto. —Paula, ando ocupado —respondió con frialdad—. Haré que mi asistente se encargue, ¿de acuerdo? Sé buena, ¿sí? Cuando termine este viaje de trabajo, regresaré para acompañarte. Intenté seguir hablando, pero su grito interrumpió todo: —¡Bárbara! ¿Te vas con una sola maleta? ¿Y entonces por qué traes tres? ¿Piensas irte de vacaciones o qué? Bárbara Garza era la nueva pasante que Alfonso acababa de contratar. Miré el teléfono. La llamada ya se había cortado, y las lágrimas ya estaban secas en el rostro. Luego marqué otro número: —Acepto el matrimonio arreglado.