Penthouse

My husband—one of the top elites of Raventon Street, cold and ruthless to his core—keeps a stray orphan girl he rescued from the slums hidden in an apartment. Rowena Fletcher is clean and fragile, like a newborn creature untouched by the world. And somehow, that innocence softens something in Micah Benson—a man who's spent years clawing his way through the brutal wilderness of capital. He thinks this secret game of his goes unnoticed, but I find out anyway. At the Benson family's charity gala, I smash his favorite antique vase in front of everyone. He doesn't even flinch as he simply signals the bodyguards to clean up the mess and then hands me a divorce agreement. "Sign it, Sabrina. The penthouse in Ashbourne City is yours." I burn the divorce agreement—and that's when he finally shows his true colors. He freezes all my accounts and launches a hostile takeover of my gallery. On the night the storm hits, I get a call from the hospital. My sister, Roberta Slater, has been in a car crash—she needs emergency surgery. In the security footage, he stood there, watching coldly. "Sign the papers, or start planning a funeral." I dropped to my knees and slammed my forehead against the floor, blood trailing down my face as I begged, "Micah, please… don't…" A long, flat beep echoed from the other end of the line, slicing through the sound of rain. Then a voice on the line says, "We did everything we could." However, I have gone back in time—to the day I first found out about Rowena. This time, I no longer cry. Instead, I plan my divorce on my own terms. I call Valebrook Bank that same night and begin preparing for a quiet disappearance. But the moment I truly vanish from his world, Micah loses his mind.

I'm a mafia princess with crippling social anxiety. My fiancé, Rocco Falcone, is our family's consigliere. He’s the exact opposite of me—extroverted, effortlessly charming, a master at reading and bending people. He's supposed to be my protector. My only link to the outside world. Tonight was the charity gala for my late mother. I was hiding in the darkest corner, a mask covering my face. Rocco was supposed to give the speech. My speech. He never showed. [Emergency. Sorry. Skip the speech, I know you hate the attention. Driver will take you home after the auction. Don't wait up.] Then I saw Livia’s new post. It was a picture of Rocco, draping his suit jacket over her shoulders. He was looking down at her, his eyes full of a tenderness he never showed me. The caption was a gut punch: [No prom date, so my big bro saved the day! Couldn't have done it without him! ] The cold hit me. Bone deep. He ditched a memorial for my dead mother... to take his stepsister to a university dance? The guests began whispering and sneering that I, the famously awkward, socially crippled princess, couldn’t even force a word out. I stared at the whiskey I’d ordered for him. The ice in my glass was melting. Just like the hope in my heart. When I got back to our empty penthouse, my screen was lit up with missed calls and texts from Rocco. The last one came in thirty minutes ago: [Aurelia, trouble at Livia's prom. You know how she gets. Couldn't leave her. Your mother's gala means everything. I'll make it up to you, I promise. Next time will be perfect. Trust me.] I didn't reply. An engagement held together by "next time." Was a promise like that even worth keeping?

She gave her submission to a stranger. He was never a stranger at all. Vivian Ashworth is the perfect executive assistant. Polished. Professional. Unflappable. Nobody knows about her secret life: the anonymous platform where she kneels for a Dom who calls himself Sir. For six months, he's commanded her through screens and encrypted messages, pushing her limits, learning her body, knowing things about her desires she's never told anyone. By day, she works for Alexander Kane—CEO of Kane Industries, demanding perfectionist, the kind of boss who makes assistants cry and competitors tremble. She hates him. She respects him. She definitely doesn't dream about him. Then Alexander says four words that shatter her world: "Or should I say... Velvet?" Her anonymous Dom. Her impossible boss. The same man. He's known who she was from the beginning. Every confession she typed in the dark. Every fantasy she whispered through her phone at 2 AM. Every time she begged for permission to come. He was testing her. Training her. Waiting. Now he wants to formalize everything. A contract. Total power exchange—at work and in his bed. No more hiding. No more pretending. Complete submission in exchange for complete care. She should refuse. She should run. She should report him to HR and never look back. Instead, she's kneeling in his penthouse, reading the contract, and realizing her body has already signed. But Alexander has enemies. His bitter ex-submissive knows their secret and wants revenge. The lines between professional and personal are blurring dangerously. And Vivian is discovering that surrender isn't the same as weakness—it's the most terrifying kind of strength. The contract is about to become a problem. Will she sign away her heart along with her submission? Or will the man behind the mask prove that control and love aren't mutually exclusive?

Warning: Contains steamy scenes and emotional rollercoaster rides. Isang gabi. Isang pagkakamali. Isang lihim na hindi habambuhay na maitatago. Limang taon na ang nakararaan, nagpadala si Mia sa init ng isang gabi sa piling ng estrangherong si Gabriel Altamirano. Kinaumagahan, tumakas siya dala ang isang sikreto: ang bunga ng kanilang pagnanasa. Sa loob ng limang taon, namuhay si Mia nang tahimik bilang isang single mother sa anak nilang si Gabby. Sinikap niyang burahin si Gabriel sa kanyang alaala. Ngunit sadyang mapaglaro ang tadhana. Sa isang hindi inaasahang pagkakataon, muling nagkrus ang landas nila. At nang makita ng ruthless billionaire ang batang kamukhang-kamukha nito, sumabog ang galit at pagdududa. Hinarap ni Gabriel si Mia dala ang isang malamig na ultimatum: "Be my wife on paper, or you will never see our son again." Walang pagpipilian, pinasok ni Mia ang isang contract marriage. Mula sa simpleng buhay, natagpuan niya ang sarili sa marangyang penthouse ng bilyonaryo, nakakulong sa piling ng lalaking galit sa kanya pero tila obsessed sa bawat galaw niya. Sa likod ng saradong pinto ng Master's Bedroom, ang kanilang kasunduan ay magiging laro ng apoy. Ang galit ay magiging pagnanasa. Ang sumbat ay mapapalitan ng mainit na mga halik. Pero paano kung bumalik ang nakaraan para sirain sila? At paano kung marealize ni Gabriel na hindi lang ang anak ang gusto niyang angkinin... kundi pati na ang puso ng inang pilit siyang tinatakbuhan? "You ran away with my heir, Mia. Now, you will pay for those five years... in my bed."

« Se pourrait-il que tu ne saches vraiment pas… que tu ne voies pas… à quel point tu es incroyablement, absolument magnifique ? » Sara se remua, mal à l’aise. « Pourrions-nous revenir à la discussion sur les couleurs de ton salon… ? » « Voyons voir. » Simon choisit d’ignorer son changement de sujet et la regarda d’un air pensif. « Tes cheveux sont couleur nuit – noirs avec des reflets bleutés – et tes yeux… oh mon Dieu ! Je pourrais parler de tes yeux toute la nuit ! Ils ont une couleur si belle. Tellement… » « Simon… » « Je pourrais m’y noyer avec bonheur », poursuivit-il sans ménagement. « Et ta peau est aussi pâle et parfaite que l’albâtre. » « Et ta bouche ! » Sa voix se fit plus grave et plus rauque. « Veux-tu que je te dise ce que j'ai imaginé que ces lèvres douces, sensuelles et boudeuses me faisaient ces deux derniers jours ? » __________ Après sa relation désastreuse qui s'est terminée par une fausse couche terrible, Sara McCall a décidé de se tenir à l'écart de toute relation… Jusqu'à ce que Simon Hamilton réapparaisse, et il est exactement le genre d'homme qu'elle devrait éviter. Mais lorsque Simon engage Sara pour décorer son penthouse, c'est une opportunité trop alléchante pour la refuser… et une opportunité qui fait voler en éclats la résolution de Sara de rester à jamais loin de sa chambre !

BLURB They sold me for five million dollars but two wolves paid ten million, and now I belong to both of them for six months. My name is Beatrice, three days ago my mate sold me at auction to pay gambling debts he created while I secretly ran our pack and kept us from collapsing. He called me defective because I couldn’t give him children. That was his lie to hide his own failures and I let him spread it because the truth would make me a target for something worse than a bad marriage. Now I stand in a billionaire's penthouse owned by Vincent who bought me for revenge and Christopher who bought me because we were friends when we were children before I disappeared to escape a fate I would rather die than accept. Vincent treats me like a fascinating problem to solve and Christopher treats me like fragile glass that might shatter and neither one understands that I already broke years ago and put myself back together. Six months with two wolves who both want to own me in different ways, six months to plan what happens when the contract ends, six months to remember that before I was property I was a person who survived impossible things and I can survive this too. But somewhere between business dinners where Vincent watches me like I might be worth more than he paid and late nights where Christopher reminds me what it felt like to be seen as human, something dangerous is happening. I am starting to want things beyond survival and wanting things means having things to lose. They think they bought a broken Luna who will be grateful for rescue. They are about learning that surviving taught me to be something more dangerous than broken.

The night my father collapsed, I learned some men negotiate with money… but Noah Thorne negotiates with lives. I never planned to marry a billionaire CEO, especially not the man my father owed $50,000 to. But when the hospital demanded an $80,000 deposit before surgery, life made the choice for me. While my mother sobbed in a cold hallway, Noah’s bodyguard arrived with an offer, an arranged marriage, a contract marriage that would clear the debt and cover every medical bill. When I confronted Noah, he presented the terms without cruelty: one year, no intimacy, public appearances only, and freedom after. He believed he was offering mercy but I felt like beautifully packaged captivity. Desperation crushed pride, and I signed. Our “marriage” was a seven-minute formality, no vows, no meaning. Moving into his penthouse was like stepping into a museum built to contain silence. Publicly, we were the perfect romance. Privately, we were strangers navigating a fragile arrangement thick with unspoken tension. Complications followed us: Noah’s elegant, smug ex who treated me like a placeholder, and my own ex-boyfriend, whose sudden reappearance triggered jealousy in Noah he couldn’t hide. Arguments, silences, and late-night moments softened something between us. Slowly, painfully, the man behind the empire emerged, the lonely boy shaped by loss, abandonment, and guarded walls. We began to care. We tried to deny it. Feelings weren’t in the contract but feelings don’t read contracts. Near the end of the year, Noah pulled away. I thought he wanted freedom. He signed the release papers with steady hands and a breaking heart. I was almost gone when he whispered the truth: “Please don’t go.” We tore up the contract. A year later, we married again, this time for love, not survival. This time, I chose him

Ang kanyang pamilya ang gusto niyang makuha. Ang kanyang kalayaan ang hiniling niyang kapalit. Itinayo ni Irish Wei ang kanyang pangalan bilang ang pinakakinikilalang art curator sa lungsod—isang babaeng may dangal sa mundong pinaghaharian ng yaman at kapangyarihan ng mga dinastiyang negosyante. Ngunit nang gumuho ang imperyo ng kanyang pamilya dahil sa utang at pagkakanulo, siya ang naging huling collateral na gustong angkinin ng isang walang awang bilyonaryo. Hindi naghari si Kendrick Reyes sa pamamagitan ng pagiging mabait. Matagal nang hinintay ng negosyanteng ito ang pagbagsak ng pamilya Wei. Subalit nang makaharap niya si Irish—mayabang, matapang, handang ipagpalit ang sarili para sa kaligtasan ng kanyang pamilya—binago niya ang kasunduan. Isang taon. Ang kanyang buhay, kanyang pagsunod, ang kanyang lubos na pagpapasakop. Kapalit nito, ang kanyang ama ay makalalaya at mananatiling buo ang kanilang pangalan. Maninirahan siya sa mundo ng mga nakakulong na penthouse sa Gangnam, dadalo sa mga eksklusibong gala, at magiging tropeo sa harap ng mga piling tao ng lungsod. Nakakulong sa isang ginintuang hawla, inaasahan ni Irish ang kalupitan. Ang hindi niya inaasahan ay ang lalaking puno ng kontradiksyon—isa na magbabantay sa kanya nang may bangis na magpapalabo sa linya ng kanyang pagkabihag at pagiging protektado. Ngunit ang imperyo ni Kendrick ay itinayo sa mga lihim, at ang katotohanang taglay ni Irish ay maaaring siyang tanging bagay na hindi kayang kontrolin ng kanyang kapangyarihan. Sa larong puno ng yaman at pagnanasa, ang pinakamapanganib na pusta ay hindi ang pagkawala ng kanyang kalayaan. Ito ay ang pagkawala ng kanyang puso sa lalaking nagnakaw nito.

"Fuck, you're so tight for me," Ryder growled against my ear, his hips slamming forward in a deep, punishing thrust that made my back arch off the bed. I gasped, nails digging into his shoulders as he filled me completely, stretching me. "Harder... please..." He pinned my wrists above my head with one large hand, the other gripping my hip hard enough to bruise. "You want it rough, baby? Then beg for it properly." My body trembled under him, slick and desperate. The words spilled out before I could stop them. "Please... Daddy... fuck me harder." A dark, satisfied rumble vibrated through his chest. He leaned down, teeth grazing my neck, voice low and filthy. "Good girl. Come all over Daddy's cock. Show me how much you need this.” *** On my wedding day, I caught my fiancé Dylan Voss and my step-sister Helene fucking each other in a room. Heartbroken and humiliated, I walked away from the altar. That's when Ryder Hawthorne—Dylan's powerful, ruthless stepfather—found me. He carried me to his penthouse, and in a haze of rage and need, I seduced him. We fucked like it was war: rough, and desperate. When Dylan walked in and saw me riding his stepdad—he felt betrayed and stormed out. I felt satisfied and vindicated. It was supposed to be one night. We were never supposed to see each other again. Until I desperately took a job at Hawthorne Prosperity Group to save my dying grandmother…and discovered Ryder was my new boss. One rough, forbidden encounter in his office, and he offered me to be his personal slut, in return he'd pay Gran's bills. I had no choice and accepted. Payback became obsession. My ex wants me back, but Ryder refuses to let go. Now I’m caught between revenge and surrender.

Quatre années de mariage. Sa seule signature m'a rendue libre. Il n'a jamais su ce qu'il signait. Je suis Sophie Moreau, l'épouse invisible de Julien Moreau, héritier de la famille mafieuse la plus puissante de la ville. Mais le jour où Victoria, son amour d'enfance, brillante et privilégiée, est revenue, j'ai enfin compris : je n'avais toujours été qu'une passagère. Alors, j'ai joué mon dernier coup. J'ai glissé les papiers sur son bureau — un divorce habilement déguisé en simples formulaires universitaires. Julien a signé sans même y jeter un second regard, sa plume griffonnant la page avec autant de désinvolture qu'il en avait eu pour notre mariage. Il n'a pas vu qu'il mettait fin à notre mariage. Mais je suis partie avec bien plus que ma liberté. Sous mon manteau, je portais l'héritier qu'il n'avait jamais imaginé… un secret qui pourrait le détruire le jour où il comprendrait ce qu'il avait perdu. À présent, Julien, qui ne m'avait jamais remarquée, retourne le monde pour me retrouver. Du sommet de son penthouse jusqu'aux bas-fonds, il fouille chaque recoin, soulève chaque pierre. Sauf que je ne suis pas une proie apeurée qui attend qu'on la capture. Je me suis reconstruite hors de sa portée — là où aucun membre de Moreau ne peut me suivre. Cette fois, je ne supplierai pas pour son amour. C'est lui qui suppliera pour le mien.