Wukong Chapter 5 Boss

After 4 years, Serin comes back to Marionne City for the grand opening of her first art gallery and studio that is held in Crimson - The Skye Mall & Hotel owned by Jeremy, her former boss. She used to work for him, but she was forced to quit her job when Jeremy began to fall for her. He had no courage to snatch his older brother's happiness after knowing that he also had feelings for Serin. Because of the promise their mom had left Jeremy to keep which was to protect his older brother at all costs, Jeremy chose to walk away from Serin with his unconfessed love for her. Letting her go has brought him empty days and nights of painful regrets. But now that they crossed paths again, Jeremy will take this second chance to turn his unspoken feelings to a fearless confession, "I'm your ex-boss but I'm still your desperate lover."

“You are my husband?” “Yes, Lena.” “And you made me feel like I was a whore!” Tears rolled down her eyes as the reality donned on her. Helena is forced to sign a marriage agreement by her stepmother, who wants nothing but to throw her out of the house, she signs it regardless but doesn’t know who her husband is, she never cared to look at his pictures or know who he was and after four years she still hasn’t met him because he works in another country, that’s all she knows about him. After four years, she works as a secretary to her mean and arrogant boss. Although she hates it as she works with him but what was shocking was when she finds out her mean boss is her husband.

The deal was simple – have one dinner with the notorious crime lord, Declan Shaughnessy, and my dad’s gambling debts would be canceled. But I knew I was in deep trouble when he met me at the door looking fine as hell with those piercing blue eyes and a mouthwatering body built for sin. Over dinner, I could barely breathe when his hand grazed mine, and that wolfish grin set me quivering down below. An innocent slow dance quickly turned into a down-and-dirty horizontal mambo on his couch. Now I’ve become his burning obsession, and I’m trapped by the new debts my father owes the mafia. When that devilish grin spreads across Declan’s handsome face, I know that he'll never set me free-- especially now that I’m carrying his baby. ******** This steamy romantic suspense story is a standalone novel in the Wicked Billionaires Club series. Enjoy!

Struggling towards her adulthood, Irisian Marie Villafuente accidentally shared the lies she told on her interview to the man in the elevator. What she didn't know that man is her one and only soon to be boss in the company. He is Zachary Levi Esqueza; a dominant, bipolar and sexy boss, who always get what he wants. When Iris started working in his company, she thought that it'll be just living hell. But she was wrong, the man offered her an arranged marriage in exchange to help her pay her family's debt. She thought it was that easy to be pretend as his wife infront of Zach's family, but she was wrong. As the time goes by, she found herself being captivated by him, leaving her with no choice as she altogether deals with his pasts and secrets. A past and secret that will change her life forever.

Si Celestine Monteverde. Isang matapang, matalino, at tagapagmana ng isang malaking kumpanya. Sanay siya na siya ang may control, siya ang nasusunod. Pero nagulo ang mundo niya nang makilala niya ang equally powerful at cold-hearted CEO na si Adrian Velasco. Ang boss na hindi niya inakalang magiging pinakamalaking gulo ng buhay niya. Isang gabing puno ng tension at hindi mapigilang attraction ang nagbago ng lahat. Now, she’s pregnant with his child. Pero hindi siya yung tipong magtatago o magpapatalo. Kung akala ni Adrian na kaya niyang diktahan ang buhay niya, nagkakamali siya. Sa laro ng kapangyarihan, puso, at lihim. Sino ang talagang mananalo? Ang boss ba na sanay mag-utos, o ang babaeng hindi kailanman marunong sumuko?

Lara Night is Mr. Maximo Winston's secretary. A girl who has a dirty mind. She loves trying new things like s*x toys to fulfill her s*x**l fantasies. One day, Mr. Winston discovered her extreme sexual fantasy. Lara assumed it would be the end of her corporate career, but it turns out her boss loves it! The next thing she knew, she was having an intimate affair with her Boss who has an XL size.

A man who lost his daughter clones her to see her face once more and keeps her existence a secret from society. Amelia, tired of being kept inside and hidden from the world, start chatting with a guy named Ryan on her phone. But once she escapes from her father to see Ryan in person, she discovers he isn't the sweet man she has gotten to know but a fearsome mafia boss who plotted to kidnap her all along. Because Amelia is the daughter of Ryan's greatest enemy—her father. Ryan is adamant to never let anyone close to him again, not after he tragically lost his wife and daughter. He is convinced love would only get in his way and cloud his mind. Loving someone is a weakness. But what happens when you start falling in love with the person you swore to despise?

You should enjoy it. Bitches like you don’t deserve vanilla sex." He hovered over me and took my sore, overly sensitive nipple in his mouth. He bit it hard and I screamed. He rammed his shaft deep into my cunt at once and I screamed. “Fuck!” he didn’t give me a chance to adjust to his size or anything. He kept on moving in and out at a speed I couldn’t keep up with. “Is this not how you like it? How you like to be fucked like the whore that You are,” he said and grabbed my chin as he yelled in my face. He didn’t give me any breathing space. I surely was going to get sore after this. ^.^.^.^ Leia Gambino thought she had seen the worst when her father, Roman Gambino; an American mafia boss forced her to marry Jericho de Luca; the heir apparent to the capo de carmine of the well-feared Italian mafia; Banda Della. Little did Leia know that she was sold away in disguise. On her wedding day, none of her parents were around. Things took a worst turn on the first night. Jericho sees Leia as a sex object and a panacea for his impotence while Jericho's father sees her as a business tool and a bait.

Addy Walker once believed love was supposed to be loud—felt in bedtime stories, laughter in the kitchen, and the warmth of arms that made the world feel safe. That’s how it was before her mother died. Before her father changed. Grief hollowed him out. The man who once teased and protected became a shell—quiet, cold, unreachable. Then came the bottles. The slammed doors. The bruises. Addy, now eighteen, has learned to survive in silence—walking lightly, speaking carefully, hiding her pain beneath long sleeves and polite smiles. She works long hours to keep food on the table while her father sinks deeper into debt and addiction. One night, she comes home to a dark, freezing house—again. The electricity is off. Again. And she knows why. She confronts him, her voice sharper than it’s ever been. He denies it at first, but the truth is already spread across the kitchen counter in final notice bills and losing betting slips. He’d gambled away the electric bill money on a horse. The argument erupts. He screams, she stands her ground. When he slaps her, she doesn’t flinch. Something inside her shifts. She’s done waiting for the man he used to be. Addy packs a bag. She’s leaving—for real this time. No plan. No destination. Just freedom. But as she storms out into the rain, a long, black car pulls up to the curb. A man steps out—tall, broad-shouldered, older. His face is hard, almost frightening in the shadows, but he’s striking. Dangerous. And calm.

I stepped closer. Close enough to smell his cologne—cedarwood, leather, and power. My hand moved. Smooth, practiced. The pistol slide from under the apron into my palm. I raised it fast. But before I could pull the trigger— BANG. Not my shot. A scream tore through the restaurant as another man launched himself toward Romano’s table, blade flashing. Another assassin. What the hell— Romano didn’t flinch. He shoved the table forward, knocking the attacker off balance. The blade scraped across wood, not skin. I ducked instinctively as the room erupted into chaos. Gunfire cracked. Glass exploded. People screamed and dove for cover. “Get him out—NOW!” one of the guards barked. I aimed for the second attacker. Didn’t even hesitate. One shot—head. Gone. The guard saw me. Confusion flashed in his eyes. Then rage. I ran. I weaved between overturned chairs, plates, and screaming bodies. The smell of blood was real now, thick in the air. One of the guards grabbed me. I slammed my elbow into his ribs, twisted, and brought the butt of my gun down on his skull. He dropped like a sack of bricks. Out. I had to get out. My boots pounded the floor as I tore through the narrow hallway. But then— “Elisa.” His voice stopped me cold. I turned. Antonio Romano stood in the middle of the carnage, suit untouched, blood spattered behind him like art. His eyes were on me. And he was smiling. It was darker. Slower. Like a hunter seeing something worth chasing. Somehow, he knew who I was. “Interesting,” he said softly, tilting his head. “They sent you.” I didn’t answer. I ran. But that voice followed me. He knew my name. And he let me go. This wasn’t over. It had just begun.