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He broke down my door at 9:47 on a Tuesday to kill my husband. He wasn’t supposed to find me. I should have been afraid of the most wanted man in the state. Instead I asked him for something no woman had ever asked him for. Then I drove north. I thought I was free. Content Warning Domestic Violence, intimate partner abuse, violence, morally-grey anti hero, love interest, stalking, explicit sexual content

After I landed in the hospital—again—from working myself into the ground, Jacob swore he was done playing house stockbroker. "Starting tomorrow, I'll do anything. Haul bricks, deliver pizza, whatever. I'm not letting you carry this alone." His eyes were glassy as he stormed out of the exam room like he was about to save the day or something. Then the doctor walked in and handed me a report. I was pregnant. Again. Heart racing, I chased after Jacob... and froze. He was standing outside some super VIP room. The same guys who used to bang on our door for money were suddenly all respectful. "Mr. Klein, should we block her door again tomorrow?" Jacob twirled our engagement ring around his finger. "No need. She already lost one baby paying off those debts. The test's over. Time she knew who I really am." Then my best friend—Lillian Morvain—strolled out and wrapped her arms around his waist like she belonged there. "Jacob, don't go soft. Your tests usually last at least five years. What if she's just another gold digger? Plus... I'd miss you." He hesitated. Smirked. "Fine. We'll do it your way. She's not going anywhere anyway." I stood there, clutching my stomach, sliding down the wall like the air had been punched out of me. Later, I pushed open the office door. "Dr. Spencer, I need a termination. Three days from now."

A Dark CEO Romance Filled with Power, Passion, and Betrayal Alexander Voss is the undisputed king of the financial world. Cold, brilliant, and ruthless. At thirty-eight, he controls a multi-billion-dollar empire—and lets no one get close to him. Until Lena Moreau enters his life. The young, ambitious financial expert is sent to Voss Tower to audit the company. What no one knows is this: She is a spy. Tasked with gathering evidence of tax evasion and corruption. Her mission is clear—until she comes face-to-face with Alexander. The attraction between them is immediate, explosive, and dangerous. In the late-night hours of the penthouse, every rule is broken. Alexander takes what he wants—dominant, possessive, unyielding. And Lena—who is supposed to destroy him—finds herself losing her heart, little by little, to the very man she is bound to betray. Yet behind the scenes, a powerful, ruthless force is pulling the strings. Secrets come to light, lives are threatened, and the line between love and betrayal begins to blur. When the past catches up with them both, and an old enemy prepares to strike the final blow, Lena must make a choice: Will she remain the spy—or will she become the woman standing by the side of the most powerful man in the city? *Verbotene Bilanz* is an intense, high-stakes dark romance filled with sizzling office erotica, emotional depth, and breathtaking power games. For readers who love strong, dominant heroes, fierce heroines, and a love that risks everything. A story about trust, obsession, and the question of how far one would go for love.

We've all fallen in love at a point in life. Jenna Beyers got married to her childhood friend Nigel Pensky. After they got married, it was like he became another person entirely. He was violent, abusive and had everyone weapon around his finger. He was a total nutcase. Jenna knew that the only thing that could save her from Nigel was death. Imagine Jenna's shock when she ends up in a contract marriage with billionaire CEO Kai Xiao.

For five years, my relationship with Vampire Lord Dominic had endured every trial set by my grandfather—the reigning Vampire King. He had finally been prepared to pass the Vampire King’s throne to me— until the truth surfaced: my bond with Dominic was never real. The Sterling family’s wealth—worth hundreds of billions—and the Vampire King’s crown could be inherited by me alone. “Miss Sterling,” the Council archivist informed me coldly,“the Blood Registry confirms that your Blood Bond was formally dissolved one year ago.” “Dominic Costa’s registered Bloodbound Consort is… Ava Morgan.” “You are currently listed as unbound.” “Which means,” the message concluded,“Lord Dominic Costa is disqualified from inheriting the Sterling family’s assets, titles, or the Vampire King’s throne.” Ava Morgan.Dominic Costa’s human companion. I stared at the message sent by the Sterling Council Elders, unable to steady my breathing. So all these years—his devotion, his exclusivity, the affection he claimed was meant for me alone— had been nothing but a carefully constructed lie. I had planned to tell him about my pregnancy on the fifth anniversary of our Blood Bond. After all, for five years of marriage, this child had been the future we both claimed to long for. But now, it was clear—perhaps he had never been waiting for a child at all. I rested my hand against my abdomen and thought quietly: my twins do not need a father to exist. As for a man who built our love on deception— the only thing left for me to do is to leave.

Jayden Moore is a wealthy businessman who has everything, power, control, and an endless supply of men willing to please him. He enjoys taking advantage of his submissive's. However, more than anything, all Jayden wants is the perfect submissive to collar. One of which he is yet to meet. Ethan is forced to work in his father's brothel as soon as he turns sixteen. He is raised to obey, endure, and survive. The one rule being he remains a virgin until he turns eighteen. The one thing Ethan does not know is the contract his father wrote up with Jayden Moore. A highly wealthy man who is willing to pay for Ethan to become his. When Jayden sets his sights on Ethan, what began as curiosity turns into something far more thrilling. Control begins to evolve into something deeper, and for the first time, Jayden is forced to question the very core of his desires. Because a perfect submissive cannot be forced. He has to choose.

It was this desire for revenge that made a man named Sebastian Earl Sanders obsessed with Renata Cassaundra Wiratama. He tries to approach Renata solely to carry out his revenge. But uncontrollably, Sebastian began to obsess over this cheerful girl. He always wanted to be with Renata. And at the same time, he couldn't control his desire to be around her. Will Bastian be able to carry out his action to take revenge on the Wiratama family?

Cast aside and humiliated, Elice McLean never imagined she would endure life. She was on the verge of giving up. Until that night led her to a crazy revelation. That she still had value. His name was Garrett Alexander Morales. A stranger who proved to Elice that she was still immensely valuable in his eyes. Through his gaze, through the way he spoke, and through his... touch.

What do you do when your uncle walks in on you with your fingers deep in your ass, hand stroking your cock?

For three years, I slept with my father’s head of security behind everyone’s back. Last night, with one hand at my throat and the other under my dress, he finally asked for a name, a future, something real. “After graduation,” I whispered against his mouth. “Let me finish my defense first. Then we’ll tell them.” “No.” By then I was shaking beneath him on the leather seat. “Then sooner. On my birthday next Friday. I’ll stop hiding then... Cassian, please—gentler...” That seemed to satisfy him. His mouth softened against my skin, and his voice dropped low against my ear. “Good girl. I just want you too much.” The next afternoon, I met my best friend for tea. The moment she opened the passenger door, she spotted the torn foil packet caught beside the seat and lifted a brow. “Bourbon cherry?” she said, already grinning. “That’s our company’s unreleased line. So this is what you’ve been hiding.” I snatched it up and shoved it into my bag. “It’s not public yet.” She frowned. “That’s the strange part. We only sent those samples to a handful of VIP clients.” Then she pulled out her phone. “I did a product follow-up with one of them yesterday, and his private account was basically a shrine to his girlfriend.” She turned the screen toward me. I only looked once, and my whole body went cold. The man in the photo had a line of Latin script inked low across his abdomen. I knew that tattoo. I had kissed it the night before. My fingers started shaking as I opened the private account Cassian had never shown me. April 4. The conservatory. Me and him. April 7. The upstairs studio. Me and him again. April 11—last night. A six-second clip in the back of the car.