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My wolf went insane after I watched my parents take their own lives right before my eyes. My childhood protector, Alexander, had to hold me every night. The only thing that can soothe my wolf is Alexander's Alpha scent. Later, Sophie, the Beta he cherished, took her own life, leaping from a bridge into the sea. Everyone thought I had pushed Sophie into the sea, so that I could have Alexander all to myself. The warmth Alexander once had for me was gone, replaced by an endless, desolate disappointment. He kept whispering, "Why... did it have to be this way?" But when a vampire’s lethal curse came for me, he still drained his Alpha strength to take the fatal blow. As he lay dying, he used his last ounce of strength to wipe a tear from my cheek. "It was my fault… I spoiled you, Elena. I never should have… brought you into my pack." Alexander's parents, the former Alpha and Luna, called me a cursed Omega. They said I was a calamity, that I was the one who destroyed their proud, noble Alpha son. Consumed by regret, I went to the altar of the Moon Goddess and offered my soul. I begged for a second chance, even if it cost me my soul's eternal peace. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day Alexander discovered my sick obsession with him—my desperate need to claim him as my mate. This time, I would crush every delusional fantasy. My only wish was for him to find his true mate and live a long, powerful, peaceful life. As for me… my life was a price I was willing to pay.

On our third wedding anniversary, I brought a gift to my husband’s office. Walking past the secretary's suite, I stopped dead. A king-size bed had been set up inside. A young woman in a designer dress was sprawled across it, a handheld game console in her hands, surrounded by imported snacks of every variety. "Kevin, the lunch you ordered yesterday was pre-packaged meals. Marcus and I both felt sick after eating it. Today, make sure it's from The Palace Hotel." Kevin -- my husband's personal assistant -- bowed and scraped before her, his face a mask of obsequious flattery. "Mrs. Thorne, please don't worry. Mr. Thorne made it very clear -- everything should be tailored to your preferences and the baby's. He knows you love the chef at The Palace Hotel, so he set up a standing VIP account for you. Anything you want, anytime." She was Mrs. Thorne? Then what exactly was I? My brow furrowed. I glanced down at the wedding ring I'd worn for years. The girl beamed, radiant. "For the baby's arrival, my husband is throwing a lavish yacht party. Every important person in New York is getting an invitation. I want the whole world to know that I'm the love of his life, and that our son will be blessed by the most powerful people before he's even born. The champagne and flowers must be the finest available -- no budget limit. Our child is going to have the best of everything from day one." I stared at the gentle swell of her belly and called my father. "Dad, that divorce agreement you drew up three years ago -- you can have the lawyers send it over now."

Trigger Warning: BDSM. EROTICA. Spice level: 🌶️🌶️🌶️ > “I know you want me… it’s not a secret you can hide.” His fingers traced my lips as I knelt in front of him. He pulled down his zipper, and his cock sprang free—large, hard, and heavy as it brushed against my mouth. I nibbled at the tip, desperate, needy, like a lost puppy, while his blue eyes locked onto my yearning gaze. “Now take it,” he murmured. “Like the good girl you are.” *********************************** Lana has always been the good girl—working hard, caring for her sick father, and staying far away from men. Especially her dangerously obsessed boss who never stopped chasing her. When he fires her on the very day her father needs life-saving surgery, Lana believes her world has ended. But fate has other plans. A private nurse position she applied for weeks ago finally calls her in—and everything changes. Her new employers? Killian Rhys, the heir to a powerful empire who may not be as crippled as he claims. Finn, his dangerously charming best friend. And Tristan, the cold, terrifying uncle who holds the real power. All three want her. All three are willing to pay any price to own her. To save her father, Lana has one choice: play their game. But she isn’t just after money anymore. If they want crazy… she’ll give them crazy. Because Lana doesn’t just want their attention. She wants their empire. And she’s willing to get on her knees to take it.

"You are just a golden cage ornament, Celestine. Two years. No touch, no real feelings, and never enter my room. I bought your freedom, so you owe me your life." ​To save her sick father from a lifetime behind bars, Celestine Aragon commits the ultimate sacrifice: she sells her freedom to Cyrus Valdemor—the ruthless, cold-hearted billionaire CEO who rules the city's corporate empire with an iron fist. ​The rules of their marriage contract were simple, practical, and completely devoid of warmth: Maintain a flawless public image, smile for the cameras, and remain absolute strangers behind closed doors. Celestine expects a lonely prison, but she doesn’t expect the strange, suffocating tension that ignites every time Cyrus is near. Nor does she expect the fierce, alpha protectiveness he unleashes whenever the world tries to tear her down. ​But one forbidden, alcohol-fueled night in his private library shatters all their rules. A dangerous passion breaks through Cyrus’s icy defense, leaving them breathless and bound by a desire neither can deny. ​Just as the lines between their fake marriage and real feelings begin to blur, a dark secret from the past comes to light. Cyrus discovers that Celestine's family is tied to the tragic accident that killed his parents decades ago. Stricken by guilt and targeted by his sudden, icy hatred, Celestine is cruelly cast out into the freezing rain—shattered, helpless, and carrying a secret of her own. ​She is pregnant with the billionaire's heir. ​When the truth finally unravels and the ruthless CEO realizes he banished the only woman he ever loved, will it be too late? Can a marriage built on vengeance and secrets survive the ultimate betrayal?

** Don't Mess With The Rock Chicks Combined book - three stories in one place - Super Sexy Second Chance, Threesome, and BDSM ** Two Way Street, Book One Emily’s world comes crashing down around her when Owen breaks off their engagement in order to pursue a career as the lead guitarist of a band. When Owen’s backup singer calls in sick and Emily steps in to save the day she finds herself swept up in a crazy ride to the top of the music industry which might just save her relationship with Owen… or end it completely. Vice and Victor, Book Two Vice and Victor have a career plan and romance will have to wait, especially since their idea of an ideal romance, involves both of them and one woman. After being roofied by her music producer, Mirage is locked into completing another album with her rapist who has been feeding the industry lies about her. Mirage is not a fragile damsel in distress, she is a pop-rock chick, and she is fighting back. Raven's Luck, Book Three When his best friends ask Raven, a PI, to investigate Gregory Holmsworth, the grandfather of their girlfriend, Raven discovers that although on the surface Gregory Holmsworth’s business seems legit, his path has not always been on the right side of the law. Vixen is the lead singer of a punk band just breaking into the industry and works for Gregory. Whilst Raven has been looking into Gregory, Vixen has been looking into Raven, and she sends him an invitation to meet with her, luring him with the promise of a way into Gregory’s business and secrets. Vixen has other plans for Raven. She likes pretty boys, and broken things, and she has decided that Raven fits both descriptions to a tee.

Julie had been secretly married to Jotham for four years, Even at work, no staff knows about their marriage. Despite the fact that her husband never made love to her, she didn't mind at all. As long as she's his wife, she will be happy. But one day, she heard on the radio that her billionaire husband, Jotham Joram went to welcome his girlfriend at the airport. How true? When her husband came home, she confronted him, "Jotham, is it true?" "Yes, Mirabel is back." He added. "and I want a divorce." Mirabel was his ex girlfriend. Tears rushed down her eyes. Her heart wrenches. "Jotham, I'm..." "I don't care. Sign and leave!" He had interrupted. Hearing that, her world collapsed. She had wanted to tell him about her newly discovered pregnancy. What's the point of staying with a man whose mind is made up, who had never and would never love her. She anguishly signed the divorce papers and left Five Years later, Jotham was severely sick so he booked the services of the best doctor in the continent at that time. When he met the doctor, it turned out to be Julie. This time, she was extremely gorgeous and was with a man but Jotham didn't care if she was with a man, he pursued her relentlessly, having insane obsession over her. "Julie, in this world, only I can be your man. And you...will be my woman!" He brutalizes any man he sees with her, stalk her every second and kills anyone who even dares to touch her, all these while, begging to win her heart. Will he ever gain her heart or is she too broken to accept love?

“Where’s your fight now, wife?” Dominic's breath ghosted across my bare skin. “Let me go. I’m warning you,” I hissed, struggling against his wrist that held both my hands above my head. “Funny... Your upper and lower lips seem to be contradicting each other. I don’t know which to trust… maybe I should kiss both, see which one’s lying.” “Fuck you!” I spat—only it came out more like a moan I couldn’t control. “Yeah…” His hand tightened, holding me just enough to make my pulse pound. “Yeah… you will. You’ll beg for it.” “You'll scream it out to the world. Tell them who you belong to,” And it should’ve been a joke. A sick one. Because Dominic Cantrell wasn’t someone girls like me belonged to. He was the billionaire’s heir with a reputation that could ruin cities and rebuild them. I was a mere cleaner with a brother in debt. But when a series of mistakes; one fight, one night, one kiss; pulls us into a contract that binds me to him for 365 days, survival becomes something I have to earn… under him. The devil thinks I’m a pawn. He thinks he can own me, bend me, break me. He’s so wrong. Because I'm not one of his bimbos. I'm his Kryptonite. And one day? I’ll make the devil kneel. WARNING: Contains high R-rated explicit scenes.

Amara Bennett’s life is falling apart. Buried in debt and struggling to care for her sick younger brother, the last thing she expects is to cross paths with Damien Blackwood, the cold and dangerously powerful billionaire everyone fears. But after accidentally witnessing a violent confrontation in a private hallway of the luxury hotel where she works, Amara becomes trapped in Damien’s world of secrets, wealth, and hidden danger. To keep her close and silent, Damien offers her a contract: Pretend to be his fiancée for six months in exchange for enough money to save her brother’s life. Simple. Temporary. Strictly business. At least, that was the plan. Because beneath Damien’s ruthless reputation lies something far darker than Amara imagined. Strange threats begin surrounding her, powerful enemies seem desperate to destroy Damien, and the deeper she falls into his luxurious nightmare, the more she realizes the billionaire is hiding dangerous truths connected to disappearances, corruption… and blood. Living inside Blackwood Manor exposes Amara to a world she never belonged to. Lavish galas, whispered secrets, locked rooms, and enemies hiding behind designer smiles become part of her new reality. Yet the closer she gets to Damien, the more she sees cracks beneath his icy exterior. He is possessive, dangerously protective, and haunted by a past he refuses to explain. Now Amara must decide if the man protecting her is also the man capable of destroying her. But in a world where love and obsession look dangerously alike, walking away from Damien Blackwood may be the most impossible thing she’s ever tried to do.

"I want you to be our personal stripper," declared Killian, his voice deep and cold, slicing through the air and quickening her heartbeat. The intensity in their gaze made her knees weaken, a sensation hard to ignore. Nervously, she gulped, managing to stammer, "S-Sir..." Atlas, positioned behind her, added, "We'll pay you thrice what you earn in this club, sweetheart." His warm breath teased the back of her neck, sending shivers down her spine. She instinctively closed her thighs, aware of their eyes lingering on her nearly naked form. The offer was undeniably tempting, almost too good to be true. Killian Knight and Atlas De Luca, both successful bachelors in the city, were her employers in which she worked as their assistant, and the unexpected sight of them in the strip club where she worked as a dancer was nothing short of a shock. What added to the surprise was the outrageous proposal they were making! But, being the sole provider of her family, Claire find it hard to decline their offer. For her, money is everything, especially because of their family condition. Being with a sick mother and a brother battling with leukemia, Claire shouldered everything, and she in desperate to make a living. And so, Claire found herself agreeing. Be their stripper? That’s a piece of cake for her. Or so she thought. Fate takes an unexpected turn for Claire when she finds herself falling for the men she promised not to get attached to. However, avoiding two drop-dead hot bachelors proves to be a challenge, especially when fate seems to favor their presence. Becoming the personal stripper for the affluent and influential Killian Knight and Atlas De Luca, Claire finds herself entangled in a web of emotions she never anticipated...

In my previous life, I, Ruth Spencer, fell seriously ill. Because of that, I managed to stop my husband, Zayne Colman, from going on a business trip to the country border. He immediately canceled his flight, pulled me into his arms, and gently comforted me. Over the phone, he gave instructions to my younger sister, Reagan Spencer. "The project comes first. You go in my place." But no one could have known that the so-called business partner was actually a ruthless scam syndicate. Reagan had her organs harvested and was tortured to death. I was devastated. Zayne held my frail body in his arms and hoarsely promised that even though Reagan was gone, he would still love me twice as much. And he kept his promise. For ten years, he never let me suffer at all. In fact, he spoiled me rotten. This went on until the day I gave birth. The pain nearly knocked me unconscious, but Zayne put his hand over the call button to prevent me from summoning help. The words he spoke were laced with malice. "If you hadn't gotten sick at such a convenient time back then, Reagan wouldn't have gone alone! I could have saved her. "It's your fault she's dead! She must feel so lonely down there. You and this bastard child can go keep her company!" That was when I finally realized that our love were nothing but a lie. When I open my eyes again, I am back on the day he is about to leave for that trip to the border. This time, I release them to the path leading to freedom, or, in other words, to hell.