The Ipcress File Novels & Stories

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.

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.

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.

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?

Raven Statham has one week left to save her grandmother’s crumbling bakery before her mother sells it. Drowning in debts, rejected by investors, and clinging to the only legacy she has left, she turns to the one corporation known for rescuing failing businesses — D’Angelo Enterprises. What she doesn’t know is that the CEO is not just a businessman. He is Kade D’Angelo, the Reaper of the criminal underworld, a man who kills with the same ease he breathes, a man bound by a vow: marry before thirty-three, or lose his throne to his estranged brother, Damon. When Raven accidentally witnesses Kade murder a man in cold blood, she becomes a liability he cannot ignore. And when she tries to flee, she unknowingly signs the wrong contract — not a business partnership, but the marriage contract prepared for a mafia heiress sharing her surname. By the time she discovers the truth, five black cars are outside her bakery, Kade D’Angelo standing among them like the devil she had met by accident twice already. *** Excerpt from the Book: The door opened. A familiar smell drifted inside before the man did and my stomach twisted. Kade walked into my home, filling the small space with his presence. His eyes found mine immediately, cold, unreadable. Kade's lips tilted, just slightly. "I see you're just finding out about the document you signed, Miss Statham," he said. "What do you mean marr—" I started, clutching the file, eyes wide with disbelief. "Good," he interrupted, his voice leaving no room for argument. "Because we're getting married. Tomorrow.”

My best friend has always been stingy to the bone, so the moment she volunteers to buy a bottle of water for the heir to Bellaris' most powerful family, who collapsed from heatstroke, I know she has been reborn, too. In my previous life, she and I sat for the college entrance exam together, and when the results were announced, we both got the same high score. Both of us had our eyes on Kingsley University, yet the admissions quota was limited, and neither of us wanted to jeopardize our friendship, so we kept delaying our application. In the blink of an eye, it was the last day to file our applications, and as I was about to start on mine, I stumbled upon the heir to Bellaris' most powerful family, who happened to be suffering from heatstroke. I not only bought him a bottle of water, but I also held an umbrella over him until he came to. By the time he regained consciousness, I had already missed the submission deadline. My best friend submitted hers just in time and got accepted into Kingsley University. Because I never submitted mine, the opportunity to attend university slipped past me. However, the heir apparent was touched by my act of kindness, and he asked for my hand in marriage. In the end, I married him and became a socialite, whereas my best friend, despite getting into Kingsley University, was overwhelmed by the demanding curriculum. Watching me live with more money than I could spend, she was fueled with jealousy until one day, she snapped and stabbed me. The moment I open my eyes again, my best friend and I are back on the day the heir to Bellaris' most powerful family passes out from the heat.

In order to take care of my wife, Mildred Dale, who kept going into lunatic episodes thanks to the side effects of a car crash, I spent all of my assets and ten years of my life taking care of her. Whenever Mildred went into an episode, she'd hurl everything she could get her hands on at me. At the same time, she'd scratch every inch of my body with her nails. But when she sobered up, she'd hug me while wailing at the top of her lungs. All of my friends advised me to file for a divorce, yet I'd always remember the fact that Mildred had pushed me from the incoming car and hit her head, resulting in her current condition. But everything changed when Mildred beat me up to the point that I sustained grievous injuries. Heck, my soul was already floating near the ceiling at that time. That was when I saw Mildred arranging her childhood friend Hank Weaver's collar carefully. "Why are you crying? He's already dead. Shouldn't we celebrate this occasion instead? "But my heart breaks for you, Mildred. You've pretended to be a lunatic for ten whole years just to swindle every cent out of his account!" Mildred kissed Hank on the lips. Then, she uttered icily, "I've been enduring that cowardly fool for ten long years. Now, I no longer have to be with him." It turns out that Mildred and Hank had painstakingly staged the car accident just so they could put on such a perfect act. When I open my eyes again, I've returned to the day Mildred is diagnosed with mental health issues.

'Strip' his eyes glinted devilishly as he taunted me. My blood ran cold. There was no way I was going to strip for my boss, the CEO. Who was I kidding I was going to if I wanted to keep my job. And I desperately needed to keep my job! He was tapping his fingers impatiently on the desk as I thought through all the ramifications this could bring. I wouldn't even be in this position if he hadn't caught me red handed stealing a file of evidence for the opposing lawyer. One that if they read he would be able to twist away allowing his guilty client to go free. I didn't want to have to do this, but after being thrust into debt to save my sister and send her to rehab I didn't have a lot of choice. 'I'm waiting ...' his voice like ice as he watched me a deer in headlights. If I don't do what he asks I will not only be fired but face imprisonment for tampering with evidence. I took a gulp my shaking hands coming up to reach the buttons of my silk blouse as I slowly unbutton them. His eyes darken with lust as he watches my humiliation. Stephanie Bridges is a personal legal assistant to the CEO of a large legal firm in the city. Her boss is a tyrant, his mere presence causes her to fluster with the dangerous power that exudes him. To make matters worse he happens to be drop dead gorgeous! A terrifying combination. Jake Summers not only antagonizes her at work but he also haunts her in her dreams. Dreams where he punishes her in a deliciously sinful way.

"Just sign the document” His voice is cold, sending shivers down my spine. I stare at the file which is in my hands and flip it open. The first words written in red bold letters on the document stare back at me, causing my head to spin. DIVORCE AGREEMENT. The words stare back at me. My gaze drops to the signature line.   And there is, staring deep into my soul  His signature and name. He has signed the goddamn papers. * * * * * * What happens when you walk in on your husband having sex with his ex on your birthday?? Cruel right? ----- Elena Carter loved her husband with all her heart, all her body, and with all her soul. She married him, and gave him everything a man can dream of. But what did she get in return? She got rewarded with a cold, heart ripping divorce after she walks in on him sleeping with his ex on her birthday. He is cruel. He is unfaithful. And he is now choosing his ex over her. A nightmare she never dreamed of. Unable to endure his bullshit any longer, she gives in to what he wants. She signed the divorce papers. Now, she is picking up the pieces of her life. She has vowed never to love any man again. Men are scum, and she will not be bitten twice. But what happens when Sebastian Vale, the sexy demigod of a billionaire CEO, shows up and turns into the man who begins to plague her mind? Will she open her heart once again? Or will she allow the hurt from her past keep her from mending her broken heart?

A signed contract. A $22 million debt. A beautiful prison built of gold, secrets, and raw obsession.** When Vivian Montgomery’s father plunders his own empire and vanishes, he leaves his daughter to face the executioner. Enter Dominic Vance—Manhattan’s most ruthless venture capitalist, known in the corporate world as "The Executioner." He doesn’t want a payment plan. He wants liquidation. And the only asset left to seize is Vivian herself. Backed into a corner with her family's legacy on the verge of being erased, Vivian is forced to sign a devastating, high-stakes contract. For twelve months, she must play the part of Dominic’s adoring, devoted fiancée to secure a multi-billion-dollar corporate merger. In public, she wears his flawless diamonds and smiles for the paparazzi. But behind closed doors, the rules change. Behind closed doors, she belongs to him completely. As Vivian is pulled into Dominic’s dark, suffocating world, the friction between a forced arrangement and a dangerous, addictive passion begins to boil over. Dominic is fiercely, violently possessive—destroying anyone who dares to look at her, driven by a dark obsession that runs far deeper than a mere business transaction. But a luxury cage is still a cage. Just as the high-friction 18+ heat between them reaches a breathless breaking point, a cryptic note delivered at a high-society gala shatters the illusion: *Your father didn't run. Dominic Vance is lying to you.* Trapped between a burning desire for the man who owns her and a terrifying secret tied to a hidden file in his private safe, Vivian must decide how far she will go to uncover the truth—and whether she can survive the absolute surrender of unlocking the golden cage.