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“Yes, I am Dom. Your dom.” Did he say that last part or I imagined it? Letting out a shaky breath, I slid away from his lap. The front of my panties, scraped against his lap slowly as I slid from him and his light grey eyes darkened. I had no idea my pussy was so drenched that it left a mark on his pants. Jesus! Who is this man and what has he done to me? Soon I was seated beside him, his thighs pressing close to mine as we both drank. Electricity kept shooting tingles up my legs and I felt light-headed. He was silent and I suddenly felt nervous like I needed to speak to this deliciously fair man that sat brooding. Clearing my throat, I tapped his leg—unconsciously on the spot my pussy left—and he looked up, smirking at me. My mouth went dry immediately. “Is there something you want?” he asked. “Uh…No, I mean yes. Is this normal for you?” His handsome features morphed into a frown, “Having a girl leave a wet spot on my pants or taking wine in a bar?” I just discovered that my poor, useless, and filthy father who died a month ago left me a luxurious Cabin in Bakersfield. HOW!? Wish I insisted on that question. I shouldn’t have taken the plunge and moved into that house, but I am a broke, poor virgin and will soon be homeless, so I did. It might as well be the worst or best decision I have ever made because, in 12 hours, my life changed. COPYRIGHT DISCLAIMER ON THE BOOK COVER!!!! contact the author for it to be removed if there is an issue

The Hook When a desperate woman seeking survival accidentally spills wine on the ruthless billionaire who saved her life fifteen years ago, she has no idea that the childhood pinky promise buried in her diary is about to become her adult reality. The Desperate Heroine Elena Marquez (25) carries the psychological scars of a childhood kidnapping. Her deepest secret is a vow of marriage made to the boy who risked everything for her. Fifteen years later, Elena is drowning in debt, responsible for her younger brother, Lucas, and facing an impossible ultimatum from her hostile aunt. Her prestigious degree is useless against corporate harassment, forcing her into the humiliating service industry to survive. The Ruthless Billionaire Damien Black (27) is the cold, arrogant Chairman of Black Enterprises. Beneath his impenetrable façade, he is consumed by trauma and a secret: he never forgot the kidnapping or the little girl he swore to protect. For fifteen years, while feigning amnesia to shield his unstable older brother, Daniel (30), Damien has secretly searched for Elena, driven by the need to fulfill his youthful vow. The Collision Elena’s desperation leads her to a serving job at an exclusive lounge owned by Damien's company. When a nervous slip ruins his cuff, Damien instantly recognizes the frightened girl he lost. To control her and keep her close, Damien fires Elena immediately. Yet, the very next day, Elena receives an unsolicited, high-paying job offer from Black Enterprises. Now trapped in the ruthless billionaire's orbit, Elena must navigate her terrifying new reality, unaware that the cold man ordering her around is the same boy who promised her everything.

Anaka’s life is turned upside down when her father suddenly dies and her brother casts her out of the family. To make matters worse, she finds out that her so called future mate was faking his interest in her. With the rejection of her family, friends, and pack, Anaka goes to her aunt on Beldoore, the human land. Anaka hopes to heal her broken world and find a new purpose. The best revenge is to prove haters wrong. Dorian is a prince, but a second born son. The spare, yet that didn’t stop him from making a name for himself as the warrior prince. His brother is now king and ruling the kingdom well. Dorian is prepared to aid his brother in whatever political battle the werewolves are attempting to wage. While everyone else in his family ignores the former king who suffers from a diseased mind, Dorian has not. A visit to his father will send an expected person in his path. When the Wolf Girl, half breed collides with the Warrior Prince, sparks fly. Dorian sees that Anaka has a talented voice and makes her an offer of a lifetime. He can make her a music star. Anaka has a chance to turn her so called useless talent into something that gives her purpose. Determined to prove she will not be beaten down, Anaka accepts the gracious offer from the warrior prince who has her attention. When politics get complicated and the wolf council come knocking on her door, she will be left to pick a side. Anaka finds herself facing a battle that only Dorian can teach her to fight. When everything is on the line, can Anaka forge her own destiny as she builds a new world that no one will take from her.

“You’re a blank, John. A hollow shell. Do you really think I’d tie the future of the Card family to a man who can’t even manifest a drop of instinct?” Caleb’s voice was like a wire garrote, tightening around John’s throat. “Carl is the heir. You’re just the mistake we kept in the basement.” John Mark was the Syndicate’s golden prince—until his power never came. In a world where the Hale Mafia rules through raw, predatory instinct, being a "blank" is a death sentence. When his biological brother, Carl Cole, returns to claim his birthright, John isn't just pushed aside; he’s erased. His brothers look at him with loathing, his father treats him like a stain on the ledger, and his fiancé, Caleb Card, discards him for the new, powered heir. But the city is rotting. The Abyss King, Morcant, demands a soul to keep the shadows at bay. With nothing left to lose and fifteen days to live, John signs the Sacrifice Certificate in secret. He’ll give his life to save the family that hates him, paying back his debts in blood. He dons a red coat and a porcelain mask, becoming the nameless "Red Savior" the city worships—while by day, he is the "useless" son the Hales kick into the dirt. As the clock ticks toward the final jump, John discovers his power didn't vanish—it was stolen. Now, trapped in a house of vipers, John must decide: Does he reveal the truth and watch his family’s world burn, or does he leap into the dark to save the monsters who broke him? The Abyss is hungry. And the man they called a failure is the only one who can feed it.

When my parents got old, they needed someone to take care of them. Katerina—my younger sister—was off to Amiraka with her smug husband Chris. Meanwhile, I was crammed into a two-bedroom in Bellavaro with my husband Pavel, who drove a taxi. Mom had no retirement savings, so guess who she dumped herself on? Yep—me. Dad took the cash and ran straight to Katerina. Our place was tiny, but we still gave Mom the master bedroom. She hated it. Constant complaints, constant drama. According to her, life with me was pure misery. Every night, she'd hop on video call with Katerina, gushing about Amiraka like it was heaven, while throwing shade at me for not "taking care of her properly." Meanwhile, I was drowning—trying to hold it together for Mom, help my daughter prep for exams, support a husband with spine problems, and check in on aging in-laws. Mom didn't care. She wanted a plane ticket to Amiraka to party for Katerina's birthday. I snapped. We had a blowout fight, and she collapsed—brain hemorrhage. Even in her hospital bed, she stared me down, whining Katerina's name like a broken record. Then she spat out, "I should've never picked a useless daughter like you!" My chest cracked in half. I blacked out. When I woke up—I was ten years younger. Back to the day they decided who'd get stuck taking care of them. This time, Mom didn't wait. "I want Katerina to take care of me. It's my turn to enjoy life!"

"He is not an ordinary man,he is the president of this country so I can't change his will like that"Lorenzo the  president's lawyer said to Chris who was impatient already. He was annoyed that he couldn't do anything despite the power he held. "Is there no other option?"Chris asked in a cold voice. "There is no other option,"Lorenzo replied. "Then you are useless to me now"Chris stood up from his seat as he put on his black shades. Shivers ran Lorenzo's spine.he knew Chris was not to be messed with.he might harm him and his family. "There is an option"he voiced out. Chris turned slowly towards him. "Tell me"was the only word he said. "Marry his only daughter,"Lorenzo replied. "The president has a child"Chris squinted his eyes at him. "Yes,she grew up in America,"Lorenzo replied. ", interesting"Chris muttered out,as a cold smile crept across his face. ***** Chris Vegas is a well known business tycoon Billionaire and a Ruthless mafia don. He grew up harboring hatred and wants vengeance for his parent's death. After avenging his parents by dealing with the president who was the reason behind his anger. He wants to inherit his property which was part of his vengeance but the only way he would inherit his property is getting married to the president's daughter. * Stephanie Cruz is the only child and daughter of the president of North city.her father hid her from the world so she won't fall into danger. What happens when she is abducted and forced to marry the ruthless Mafia,Chris Vegas. Read this book and find out whether this unexpected marriage would work out.

"I will take her in exchange," Alpha Dante declared, and the ball room instantly quieted down, and all eyes turned to the said girl. Whispers filled the ballroom, although it was rather useless since everyone could hear them clearly with their heightened senses. Rhea, the object of discussion, stood there in tattered clothes, confused and seemingly lost. She never wanted to draw so much attention to herself, but here she was with everyone's eyes on her because of a single statement from one man. "I am sorry, Alpha Dante, you must be mistaken, that is not my daughter..." Alpha Collins said but was rudely interrupted by Alpha Dante. "She is the one I want,” Alpha Dante said coldly. “Give her to me or forget about our deal.” ***** Born a mix of blood, half vampire, and half werewolf, Rhea was neither considered a werewolf nor a vampire. Just someone who wasn't needed. Someone who shouldn't exist. Someone whose existence was an abomination. Her father's absence in her life and her mother's passing rendered Rhea homeless, nowhere to go, and no one to turn to. She is forced to fend for herself from an early age, serving as a maid in the packhouse despite being hated and scorned by all. Dante, an alpha whose path had always been painted Scarlet, cursed by the moon goddess, walked a lone and bloodied path. He never asked for a mate and never wanted one after all. He was cursed by the very entity their race worships. He never thought he needed one until he met her. For the first time, he felt his heart waver, his silent beast stirred in the presence of another and definitely not out of hostility.

My wife, Alisha West, has always been obsessively frugal. After marrying her, my single guilty pleasure became blowing money on luxury watches—almost like revenge for how absurdly tightfisted she was. By the time our daughter, Elyse Day, turned 7, she had inherited every bit of her mother’s penny-pinching nature. The two of them looked completely out of place in our sprawling mansion. And I loved it. I’d slip into my latest custom-tailored suits and watch them wince at my credit card statements, their expressions twisted in quiet pain. Until one day, lines of floating text suddenly appeared before my eyes. [This spendthrift idiot is still shopping? Doesn’t he know his wife’s company is about to go bankrupt?] [She’s been drained dry supporting this parasite. Her T-shirt collar is practically worn out from washing. Good thing the financially savvy male lead is about to show up and save her.] [Can’t wait for Alisha to file for divorce and kick this useless freeloader out. Let’s see how he survives fighting stray dogs for scraps under a bridge.] I slammed the limited-edition Richard Mille watch onto the table. Alisha, who was crouched on the floor breaking down delivery boxes for recycling, and Elyse, who was helping stomp them flat, both jumped in shock. A chill ran through me. I lunged forward, snatched the battered cardboard box from Elyse’s hands, and held it tightly against my chest. "No… no more buying. I’m returning this watch. "And these boxes… don’t sell them. I think we might need them someday… to lay out under a bridge when we’re sleeping outside…"

“We are mates, Blaze. Why were you kissing another woman when I’m right here? We belong to each other.” “Belong to each other? You and I?” A cruel chuckle escaped Blaze’s mouth. He stood so close that he was only a breath away. His thumb brushed over my bottom lip, making me shiver. “What kind of fantasy world do you live in, Natalia? I should talk to your father and advise him to stop buying you some useless fairytale books.” “But it’s true,” I insisted even if my confidence was shattering. “The mark on your wrist-“ “Doesn’t mean anything. I will never belong to a girl. Much more, to someone like you.” “I’m no longer a little girl, Blaze. I’m a woman now.” To prove my point, I tiptoed and grabbed his nape. I pulled him to me and crashed my lips on his, fulfilling another dream of mine. To kiss him. But it was like kissing a statue. The fire that he had shown as he kissed another woman was gone. Instead, the man in front of me was… ice cold. In the end, I was the one who had to pull away. His voice was mocking when he asked, “Have you had your fun, little princess?” Blaze rejected our bond and left me broken that night. I swore to never meet him again, but destiny had another plan. Three years later, here we are, forced into an arranged marriage for the benefit of our kingdom. I’ve moved on. I learned my lesson. But Blaze, my father’s best friend, and his soldier, has changed. Whatever Blaze wants, he makes sure to get using any means necessary. And this time, what he wants is me.

My daughter, Annabelle Turner, was diagnosed with hereditary heart disease. I spent the past five years searching for a compatible heart donor for her. Now, I finally found one. Right before Annabelle is sent into the surgery room, my husband and renowned cardiologist, Gabriel Turner, tearfully makes me a promise. "Don't worry, sweetheart. I'll make sure Annabelle gets a shot at life again." Yet halfway through the surgery, Gabriel suddenly leaves in a hurry without giving any explanation. I stumble into the surgery room and see Annabelle lying on the operating table, covered in blood. Her chest is cut wide open, laid bare for all to see. Tyler Rotwell, Gabriel's assistant, stammers out, "Dr. Turner said… that Anna can still hold on a little longer, but Ms. Byron's son can't. "Dr. Turner took the heart that was meant for Anna and left…" I immediately break down and repeatedly call Gabriel's number, but Gabriel never answers a single call, not even when Anna's blood has completely dried… While settling my daughter's post-mortem affairs, I happen to see a newly posted update on Gabriel's childhood friend, Suzanne Byron's social media. "Turns out it was just a misdiagnosis," was what the caption read. "In that case, let's give this useless little thing to our good boy Oscar as a treat!" The video attached depicts Suzanne's dog Oscar tearing into the heart that was supposed to be donated to Annabelle. As I turn to look at Annabelle's cold body, the last shred of love I have for Gabriel starts crumbling apart. By the time Gabriel finally remembers Annabelle, whom he left on the operating table, only an empty bedroom and an urn containing her ashes would greet him…