Random Walk Down Wall Street

It took me ten years to become the right hand to Damian Costello, the Consigliere of the Costello crime family. From a nobody to the woman wearing his engagement ring. But two weeks before the wedding, I decided to throw that ring away. Everyone in the family knew how hard I had fought all these years just to stand by Damian's side. I gave up the chance to become a top trader on Wall Street, willingly becoming Damian's assistant, his shadow. This man was infamous for his coldness and exacting nature, keeping everyone at arm's length. So I hid my sharp edges, spending a decade wearing down his icy exterior with gentleness. I cleansed the blood from every dollar he made. I became a necessity to him, as essential as the air he breathed. I thought that after ten years, I had finally made my presence indispensable. And finally earned what looked, to outsiders, like a glimmer of his affection. The family's notoriously aloof genius actually remembered my birthday. He even made an exception, letting me spend the night in his private study when I was unwell. He didn't even push me away when, emboldened by wine, I pressed a kiss to the side of his neck. If the Don's daughter, Isabella, hadn't returned from Italy, I might have kept playing my part, clinging to that false dream forever. But sadly, there are no ‘ifs’. I am going to give up everything here and leave you.

In the Philippines, there is a well-known and commonly practiced superstitious belief called pagpag, loosely translated as "to dust-off." One should never go home directly after visiting a wake or a funeral, because the ghost of the deceased might latch on and cause hauntings or attract evil. Now, where can Filipinos pagpag and lead spirits astray? It could be anywhere: a restaurant, a mall, that house down the street where your toxic ex lives… but usually, people opt for 7-Eleven convenience stores and nobody knows why. Follow the story of Akira Basilio: a part-time staff who mans the Luntian Street 7-Eleven on Thursday and Friday nights, which sounds completely normal; except Akira had the ability to communicate with the dead. She maintained a quiet life by keeping her sixth sense a secret from both the living and the departed, until a particularly persistent spirit flips everything into chaos when he entangles Akira in a hunt for a murderer.

When I was reborn, Horace was pressing me down on the bed. His phone rang with a piercing ringtone, interrupting him from undressing me. After seeing the caller ID, the desire in his eyes instantly disappeared. Throwing a random bath towel on my body, he said, "Leave. My new girlfriend doesn't like it when I smell like someone else." Without another word, I got dressed and left without any complaint. In my past life, I wasn't willing to leave, and clung onto him, throwing away all my dignity, and I even became crippled after saving him during a car accident. As I wished, I became his wife, only because he said, "Let's have a baby. Then, even if I was no longer around, our child would be able to take care of you." I endured several life-threatening medical crises during my pregnancy, but then I overheard him talking to Vivian, "Vivi, you'll be saved once the kid is born." "But that's you and Rose's child, isn't it? Wouldn't she get mad if she knew?" Horace's voice was ice-cold. "I only let her live because she could still give birth. Did she think that I'd fall for a cripple?" In my anger, I pulled out my oxygen tube, and both I and my baby died. Now that I was reborn, I would never walk the same path once more.

My blood runs cold as he pulls me closer to him, "A fucken restraining order Shey!" he says through gritted teeth as his hold on me becomes harder. I try to pull myself out of his grip but I am pushed up against a wall, with his body pinning me beneath his. His hot breath on my neck as he inhales my perfume, he is holding my one hand behind my back as he tries to undress me with the other. "How will you ever learn Shey? You. Are. Mine!" I let out a whimper but his grip only got tighter. He pulls me away from the wall only to push my back against the wall, my cries for help being muffled by his harsh kiss as he pulls down my top and fondles my right . I move harshly under his grip as I try to come free but he only backs away and punches me in the face causing my body to be thrown to the floor. I hit the ground hard as I felt my body ache and tears start to fall, "Help!" I cry out "Can someone please help me!" I yell. I am then picked up by Bruno and thrown into the wall again, my cries becoming more agonising, "You are going to wish you never left me !"

Elijah Collins has exactly forty-eight hours before the loan sharks his late father borrowed come to collect – and they aren’t interested in payment plans. When a stranger in a three-thousand-dollar suit buys out his debt in the middle of a bar, Elijah thinks he’s been saved. He hasn’t. Alexander Reed, CEO of Reed Capital and the most feared dealmaker on Wall Street, does nothing without an agreement. His proposal is stark: Elijah will be his partner for three months, charming investors at high-end galas, dispelling rumors, and the entire debt will be wiped clean. Refuse, and Alexander turns him over to the loan sharks. Elijah agrees. But living in Alexander's frigid, flawless world is far different from what Elijah expected. Because beneath Alexander's icy surface, something is hiding, something that could ruin them both. And Elijah, against every survival instinct he possesses, is falling. The agreement is three months. His heart is already overdue.

All Brielle Taylor wanted was to deliver a late-night cake and keep her dying bakery afloat. What she got was public humiliation at the hands of Damian Sterling, New York’s most powerful billionaire and her worst nightmare. But one reckless night later, her life changes forever. She disappears. He forgets her. Or so she thought... Until he shows up weeks later, demanding answers. Demanding ownership. Now she’s pregnant. He’s offering a contract. Live in his mansion. Carry his child. Obey his rules. She should say no. But someone just burned her bakery to the ground... and Damian may be the only man powerful enough to protect her. Only, his reasons for keeping her close aren’t as noble as they seem. He doesn’t want her heart. Just the baby. But what happens when the coldest man on Wall Street falls for the woman he tried to tame?

Introduction: "You bought me, Sebastian. No refunds." Harper was sold. To pay off her father's gambling debts, she was forced to replace her sister and marry the most terrifying man in the city—Sebastian Sterling. Rumor has it that Sebastian was once the king of Wall Street, but a car accident left him disfigured, crippled, and heartless. He is a monster who lives in the shadows. Everyone expects Harper to run away screaming. But Harper doesn't run. When Sebastian tries to drive her away with his rage, she pulls open the curtains. When he tries to starve himself, she forces him to eat. When he tries to escape into the rain to hurt himself, she steals the battery of his wheelchair. "I am not afraid of your scars, Sebastian," she whispers, touching his mask. "I am only afraid of losing you." Will her sunshine melt his frozen heart? Or will the secrets of his accident destroy them both? Tags: #Billionaire #Romance #Disable #SubstituteBride #Heal #ContractMarriage

"I won't kiss you." His voice was cold. Right, it's just a business deal... But his touches were warm and...tempting "A virgin?" he suddenly stared at me... ***** Emma Wells, a college girl who's about to graduate. She was abused and tortured by her stepmother Jane and stepsister Anna. The only hope in her life was her prince-like boyfriend Matthew David, who promised to make her the happiest woman around the world. However, her world was completely crashed down when her stepmother took $50000 as the betrothal gift from an old man and agreed to marry her off. Even worse, she found her dear boyfriend cheated with her roommate Vivian Stone. Walking on the street under the pouring rain, she was desperate and hopeless... Clenching her fists, she decided. If she was doomed to be sold out, then she'll be her own seller. Rushed into the street and stopping in front of a luxurious car, she just wondered how much her virginity would worth...

[UNDERGOING HEAVY REVISION] Go ahead and check out my other complete and ongoing books. I personally recommend Contracted for the Alpha and Marked by Moonlight. You can thank me later. 😉 "Are you nervous, Miss Bologna?" What the fuck? Did he just read me? I shifted slightly in my seat. "Detective Gunner, you seem to think you know me. But let me assure you, you don't." He shook his head, an inky black curl moving down his forehead. "I might not know you, Miss Bologna, but all one point two million followers don't know you either." A cocky grin crossed his face, drawing my attention to those damn dimples again. I uncrossed my legs and then crossed them again. "It's a necessary precaution." He held his arms up and shrugged. "And I get that. Being the daughter of the wealthy, powerful, notorious Wall Street guru, Dante Bologna has its downsides, I suppose." I glowered at him from underneath my lashes. "Tell me what you want, Detective Gunner." He tucked his phone back into his pants pocket. "I want you to tell me what the fuck is happening in this city." * * * To Love A Bologna is a four-volume series about the trials, temptations, and heart-burning romance of the Bologna family. | This first volume is focused on Nessa, the last and only daughter of the renowned mafia lord, Dante Bologna, and her love interest, Detective James Gunner who is on a quest to catch and destroy the Bologna family. When detective Gunner discovers the truth about the Bolognas, will he be able to go through with his plans? Or will his stolen heart make the choice for him?

​"I’ll do whatever it takes," I whispered, desperate to save my dying father and our family’s legacy. ​"Whatever it takes?" Damian Thorne’s voice matched the ice in his eyes. "Then marry me for one year—no strings, no feelings. Just a contract, signed in blood." ​Aara Vance has a heart of gold and a life crumbling into ashes. Damian Thorne is the "Vulture of Wall Street," the man who destroyed her father’s business without a second thought. Now, to save the man she loves, Aara must trade one prison for another: a golden cage with the man she hates most. ​She expected a cold bed and a silent husband. She didn't expect the fire that ignites between them, nor the dark, dangerous secrets Damian hides behind his billionaire mask. ​The rules of the game are simple: don't fall in love. ​But Damian Thorne doesn't follow the rules. And Aara is about to discover that the debt she owes might cost her more than just her freedom. It could cost her everything.