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During a company team-building event, I collapse from a seafood allergy. Yet my fiance, Frederick Scott, rushes Beatrice Sutton, who only twisted her ankle, to the hospital. I come close to dying because I don't get treatment in time. Later, Frederick explains, "Beatrice is my best friend's sister. He's seriously ill now, and I promised him I'd take care of his sister. I swear I'll keep my distance from her from now on." This isn't the first time I've heard an excuse like that. On our fifth anniversary, Beatrice accidentally deleted a work file and burst into tears out of worry. When Frederick heard about it, he left me stranded on a mountain and drove back to the office himself. I spent a whole day and night walking home through the rain. On Christmas, Beatrice's house lost power. Frederick was worried that she might be scared of being alone, and he rushed over to her place without even telling me, leaving me out in the snow waiting for him until dawn. These kinds of things have happened countless times. Afterward, he always brushes them off with the same excuse. I've long since lost all faith in him and no longer believe a single word he says. I pick up my phone and call the company that keeps reaching out to me. "I've decided to accept your offer from last time. I'll bring the core technology with me."

Six years ago, my sister and I fell for the same man, Edmund. But he only had eyes for Rosalie, the sweet, innocent type. With them, I was always the third wheel. They got married, of course. And on their wedding day, I overheard my parents whispering. "The company's strapped for cash," my father said. "What if we marry Corinne off to our business partner? That'd solve our problem..." This "partner" was over fifty and twice divorced. So I ran. I fled to Sicily with the only five thousand dollars to my name. I ran on pure bitterness. In four years, I brought dozens of small-time Sicilian crews to heel and forged my own family: Vexille. In another two, I came back to New York and quietly became the most powerful woman in the North American underworld. By then, Edmund's power was crumbling, hit hard by a rival family. That's when my mother called, her voice full of that same old entitlement. "Your brother-in-law's in some trouble. Figure out a way to help him." Then a text from my sister, Rosalie, dripping with contempt: "Sister, I remember you have a little casino in Sicily, right? So you must know something about that Vexille family." "Edmund needs their help. See what you can dig up." They still don't know. I'm the Don of the Vexille family. I glanced at the schedule my advisor had prepared. Tomorrow, 9:00 AM. A sit-down with some minor family looking for a handout. The name on the file: Edmund.

"You are no wife to me, do you get it?" He said, stepping forward crushing my already thinned personal bubble. "I am marrying you because of circumstances. The sooner you feed that to your peanut size brain, the better it will be for you and me. Do you understand?". Pushing me back against the wall with so much force it made me grunt at impact. Intense pain shot through my body when he pressed himself on me. It was like he was trying to ram me into the wall or something! - idiot- Big fat S-O-B. All these curses were going through my mind. All I want to do now is scratch his arrogant face and give him a feel of his own medicine. However, in this compromising position, I am right now! I can hardly move. So, all I did was look straight into his eyes and glared back with the same intensity. I try to break free by pushing and squirming. Alex had me in a grip so tight it felt like a hulk holding me down, so hard that it was painful. I tried to look away, but his voice made me freeze. "Answer me. Do not look away when I am talking to you bit*h!”. “Do-You-Get-What-I-Just Said? Or do I need to make myself a little clearer? hmm?" "Yes, I get it. I'm-Not-Your-Wife." "Believe it or not, I have no interest in being your wife," I said, more like spat it out, it was like poison coming out of my mouth. "Why are you smirking at me ?" he asked. Completely oblivious to what is about to come. I composed my happiness concealing it with my ‘I’m am innocent, like a kitty look’. "Oh, you're about to find out," I said.

"Why do you always look at me like that?" she whispered. "Because you're unlike anyone I've ever known," Damien replied, his voice low and husky, sending shivers down her spine. "Your presence is like a thorn in my side." Eira scoffed. “You're nothing but trouble, Damien. A brooding vampire with an ego the size of a castle. But you need me. Without me, you’ll be dead.” “I hate that," he admitted. She smirked. "Hate that you need me? So, what is it, Damien? A weakness you'd rather keep in the shadows?" Damien leaned in, his face dangerously close to hers, his gaze dropping to her lips. Eira's breath caught, her shock palpable. "I might need you, Eira, but I don’t want you," he said, his eyes betraying a desire he refused to acknowledge. "Remember that." With that, he turned and walked away, leaving her standing there, her thoughts in turmoil and her lips tingling with the ghost of an almost-kiss. *** The Silverstone Pack is out for blood, determined to avenge their alpha's brutal murder. All eyes are on Damien, the prime suspect, who now lives in the shadows, focused on survival. His only goal is to stay one step ahead and keep himself well-fed. But everything changes when he encounters a girl who is mysteriously immune to his powers. In her, he finds a glimmer of hope he thought long lost. Eira, heartbroken from a recent breakup, unexpectedly crosses paths with Damien. Her confrontation with him quickly turns into a nightmare when she is taken captive. Damien, desperate and cornered, offers her a chilling deal: help him save himself, or face unimaginable suffering. With little choice, Eira agrees, setting off a chain of events that will forever change the course of her life.

He whispered her name nine hundred and ninety-nine times in his sleep. Never mine. For five years, I gave everything to Vincent Bonanno—the heir to one of the most powerful mafia dynasties in Europe. I turned his house into a home, remembered every careless detail he let slip, even abandoned my dream of becoming an artist—believing that one day, he would finally choose me. But whenever Alessia appeared, his loyalty bent toward her. The night boiling fondue scarred my arms, he rushed to shield her from a scratch that barely reddened her skin. In public, his gaze never stayed with me—it drifted to her. I was the wife on paper, but never in truth. So I walked away. With nothing but a suitcase, divorce papers he signed without noticing, and a secret I never planned to share—three months pregnant. He discovered too late. The divorce was real. The clinic file was real. And by the time he realized, I had vanished. Now the man who once ruled cities with cold power is tearing the world apart to find us. He has soldiers, money, and a thousand apologies he never gave when I was still his wife. But I’m no longer the woman who begged for affection. I’m a mother. An artist. A survivor. The question isn’t whether Vincent can reach me. It’s whether, when he does, I’ll ever let him back into the life he destroyed.

Nanny Bil-aries: A Collection Overview 18+ WARNING This is a set of high-stakes, dark romance shorts that delve into toxic entanglements between driven nannies/managers and morally complex billionaires, replete with mature themes, explicit content, and power dynamics. Blackwell's Nanny: Private investigator Kathy Montalvo seeks revenge on twin billionaires Basil and Baxon Cavendish, but her mission goes awry when she and the twins fall into an explosive, unprotected sexual dynamic. To the twins, she is merely a womb to carry on their dynasty, while to her, she races against time to expose the "green file" and Blackwell Vault before being dragged down by the poisonous war in the Cavendish world. TROPES: Dark Romance, Reverse Harem RH, Twin Brothers, Dubious Consent, Pregnancy Risk The Billionaire's Emergency Contact: Broke medic Maya Rossi becomes 'crisis manager' for billionaire Xender Zang's traumatised son Leo. Their clash at work culminates in a secret, forbidden romance. When Xender's family betray Maya, a surprise pregnancy pushes them to a final confrontation demanding shared vulnerability across class lines. TRROPES: Surprise Pregnancy, Trauma/Healing, Class Clash, Single Father, Military Heroine Nanny and the Beast: Nanny Varisa Romero's bond with London mogul Alistair Whitlock and his daughter Sophie is threatened when his manipulative ex-wife, Liliy, shows up. Liliy orchestrates Varisa's father being arrested. Just as Alistair commits to helping, a targeted shooting leaves him severely injured, plunging Varisa into a deadly conspiracy threatening the entire Whitlock family.

Content Warnings: Explicit sexual content (adult readers only), violence, organized crime, brief captivity, mention of past parental death. Slow-burn. Seraphina Calloway has spent eleven months building a case against the most dangerous family in New York. She’s a former prosecutor turned private investigator, and she is mere inches from the evidence that could end the Voss empire until she breaks into Voss Tower at two in the morning and finds Lucian Voss waiting for her. He doesn’t call the police. He makes her an offer. She spent sixty days as his fake fiancée, a role staged to deflect a political alliance with rival crime lord Viktor Drakos. In return, she received every file she had ever needed and the names of the two people who had destroyed her previous cases before they reached a judge. Sera knows it’s a trap. She agrees anyway. What begins as a ruthless arrangement between enemies spirals into something neither of them can control: obsession, fury, tenderness, and a consuming desire that isn't concerned about self-preservation. Lucian is colder and more dangerous than his press release suggests, and in the moments when he doesn’t know she’s watching, he is something entirely different. Sera is sharper and more relentless than his investigation revealed and is carrying a secret identity that connects her to his world in ways that will shatter everything they’ve built. Then Viktor takes her. And Lucian discovers that sixty days was never what the game was about.

After nearly four years they finally found her and he couldn't be more happier but he was in for a shock of his life. David was a man who pride himself for being a the most handsome and hottest playboy who's flings never lasted more than a week and a self made billionaire even though he came from old money. But his encounter with HER changed his life and he was willing to give up on his playboy lifestyle and riches just for her but when he was ready to marry her and make her his, she vanished into thin air leaving him behind with a broken heart. ............................................................ David's eyes widened in shock as he read the report, the report on his love, but he was in for a shock he would never forget and he didn't know whether to be happy or furious. He closed the file and picked up his phone on the desk and called a number. "Get my jet ready........ We are leaving for New York. " He immediately ended he call and looked at the picture frame on his desk and run his hand over it. "You have a lot to answer Maya Morganza" Maya Morganza was an orphan who grew up in a foster home and believed in fairy tales of her prince Charming coming to sweep her off her feet and she did get it in the form of billionaire business man and playboy David Gandy but I all came crashing down one particular day. Will she get a fairy tale ending or will it be just a dream?

On the day I rejected Isabelle Hale, Wall Street's newest golden girl, everyone thought I had lost my mind. She had everything: a Wharton degree, a national finance championship, a perfect family name, and a résumé polished enough to make doors open before she even knocked. But I knew what was hiding behind that name. Fifty years ago, her grandfather stole my grandmother's acceptance letter, her New York scholarship, and the future she had earned with her own hands. He used them to escape an Appalachian coal town with another woman, then built himself into a celebrated Ivy League professor who lectured rich students about ethics. My real grandmother, Grace Walker, was left behind in coal dust and shame. My mother grew up carrying the weight of that stolen life. They lifted me out anyway. I made it all the way to Manhattan, to a glass conference room at Northbridge Capital, where Isabelle sat across from me in a black suit tailored like victory. She thought her family name would protect her. She thought I would bow. Instead, I closed her file and said, "You didn't pass." By the next morning, they had fired me, dragged my name through the mud, and turned a press conference into my public trial. They forgot one thing. I didn't climb to the top of Wall Street to beg for a seat at their table. I came to take back every name, every chance, and every voice they stole from women like us.

I was a wedding planner, and I personally designed my husband's wedding to his mistress. I had been with Victor for five years. Three of those years were swallowed by the pandemic. The remaining two were spent married, pregnant, and raising a child. The wedding I had always dreamed of existed only as "next time" whenever it came out of his mouth, until the day I received a new wedding planning request. The client was a young woman, her eyes curved with laughter, her smile bright and full of hope. "This is the venue my boyfriend chose himself," she said softly. "He insisted the wedding had to be held here." I took the file from her, and my gaze stopped on the venue name. The church in Clairmont. The very church I had mentioned to my husband countless times, the place I had dreamed of more than anything else. I was just about to smile and marvel at how someone in this world shared my taste so perfectly when the groom's name leapt into view. Victor Langford. My fingers froze on the page. Across from me, the girl was still wrapped in her happiness. She added gently, "We've only been together for two months, but he said he wants to give me the best wedding possible." I curved my lips into a smile and fixed my eyes on that familiar face—the man I had lived with for five years. After all this time, the day I planned Victor's wedding had finally arrived. Too bad the bride wasn't me.