Reforming The Obsessive Male Lead Novels & Stories

Those women are absolutely submissive to the supreme Gilbert, always knowing how to humiliate me to please him, their mafia kingpin. They make me kneel on the ground and bark like a dog, lick spilled milk off the floor, dance humiliatingly with my pregnant belly... Only because everyone knows my weakness is the child in my womb. “Julian, you know what? I have a thousand ways to make the bastard in your womb die silently.” “I advise you to be obedient, maybe if I’m in a good mood, I’ll take a look at the child after it’s born.” Gilbert’s tone was cold and ruthless.

“There would be functions where we would be in attendance to and you would play the part of a doting wife and I , a caring husband. We would both remain faithful to each other during the period of our contract and there would be no talks of children. I am a very busy person so you would most likely have the house to all to yourself as I would be scarce there. I assure you this agreement would be over before you know it “. His voice was tight and void of any emotions. “ Do you understand or do I have to go over everything again… Oh and before I forget , you and your father have been warned. I do not enjoy being fooled and would only let this slide once… Am I clear? “ His expression was harden

“She was too eager. Too prepared. Almost… relieved.” He paused. “And Jenny herself — she looked completely unaware. Like someone who didn’t choose this marriage… but someone who was pushed into it.” Richard leaned back in his chair, fingers tapping the desk lightly. A slow, calculated expression formed on his face. “Interesting,” he murmured. The atmosphere thickened. Something dangerous flickered in his eyes. “Continue,” he commanded.

Cherry Brentwood’s life changed the night she turned eighteen—caught doing the forbidden while moaning the name of her brother’s best friend. Fast forward to two years later, summer vacation was supposed to be everything she had dreamed of. What she never expected was to spend it under the same room with her brother's best friend, the man with the most seductive gray eyes that she's been trying to forget…and her arch-enemy cousin sister. Xavier Salvatore is a guy who walks in silence, barely speaks, but rather acts in dangerous, mysterious ways. He’s not a saint; He's not an angel. He walks the thin line between good and evil. He is none other than the ghost of the Black

Gritting her teeth, she called Niles explaining were she was the best she could before slipping out if consciousness. Meanwhile, Juliet paced around her office uneasily in deep thoughts. Finally she had seen the resemblance between herself and that strange girl it was just took striking and couldn't be ignored. Feeling frustrated, she picked her phone and dialed her boss number. It was he....... Rugger! The unchallenged boss of the underworld.........

He wasn’t punishing her for Isabella’s choices; he was seeing Isabella in her, and he wanted to recapture that lost connection, to possess the living embodiment of his deepest regret. He wanted to mold her into his partner, his weapon, his queen. The words from the outline she’d only just glimpsed in her own mind when planning the novel now resonated with terrifying clarity. He wasn't just breaking her; he was remaking her. And the profound, unsettling realization settled over Amara: Dante Moretti’s obsession, born of a past he couldn't let go of, was now deepening, dangerously unstable, and irrevocably focused on her. She was not just a pawn in a game; she was the central piece, the one he

Giving Knox a small smile, I sat rigidly, hoping for the meeting to be done. Soon, I zoned out of the room. I couldn’t believe my first sex was with my boss. I was terrified, and ashamed. I didn’t know how I was going to cope with him there or worst at all face him. I could see myself giving him my resignation letter. I absolutely regretted of agreeing to go to the club with Phoebe. I felt like pulling my hair out due to how frustrated I was. A gentle tap on my thigh pulled my out of my thoughts. I raised an eyebrow at Knox. “The boss is talking to you,” he whispered. “That is isn’t my lucky day!” I whispered to myself.

"The Tartarus started from my ancestors, but because of its dying name and it had been a hit to the eye of the public, I had to reform it to what you now know as the Tartarus." "S-So, you only change the name…" I nodded while trying to understand everything more. "But how did you do that? If the public, especially the authorities know about the previous name, then it won't be hard for them to know that you merely change—" "I told you, little kitten, strategies is a must in this field." Ezekiel repeated calmly. "I had to fake a lot of details before reforming the mafia." "Don't you think that the authorities would kind of know about the Tartarus?"

She never thought that her boss is very kind. When Milda recover from the laughed, her eyes got widen when she saw who was about to get in. It's the man she saw yesterday! The handsome tall man! There is a camera hanging on his neck. He look more gorgeous and dangerously handsome. Maybe Mr. Carson saw that she got distracted and follow who she was looking. Now that I saw him again, I can't throw him out of my mind again. I got distracted to my boss's corny jokes then he came in the picture and he occupied my mind again.

"It is amazing, is it not? That, right there, is a corporate a*s. That is the kind of a*s that is built for a man like you. That butt is meant to be in tiny skirts. All good men have a butt like that stashed away somewhere." My vision was arrested. It was an amazing a*s, I could not deny that. And judging by her posture and the way I had seen the firm cheeks bounce and jiggle, she knew exactly how to use it to her advantage. She knew how to make a man crawl behind her, looking for a glimpse. I am positive she had used it to her advantage in the neighborhood, distracting some hard working man as he tried to do his job as a good husband, making it a point to strut by his house, stealing his at