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For six years of marriage, Cyran Valehart and I lived with measured respect, as if we were partners holding the same scale in perfect balance. For the sake of my equestrian career, I refused to have children. He shouldered the gossip, endured the judgment, and stood beside me without hesitation. But when I rode into what should have been my final international competition, he went back home with his first love—her hand resting protectively over her swollen belly. "All these years, you chose the horses over me," he spat. "That damned competition meant more to you than our family ever did." His voice shook with righteous anger, but his next words cut far deeper. "Six years ago, I abandoned Celia once. Now she carries my child. I won't betray her again." In that instant, my marriage became nothing but a title. I was reduced to a wife in name only, a figurehead in his home, a shadow he no longer cared to see. During the very competition meant to crown my life's work, Cyran laced a sharp needle beneath my saddle, each stride of my horse a fresh stab of pain meant to break us both. I lost the match. My horse collapsed with a shattered leg. And in that fall, my dream and my marriage were crushed together—ruined by the very man who once swore to protect them. Later, he paid with everything he had, desperate to make amends. But no matter what he sacrificed, Cyran Valehart was already behind me, nothing more than a ghost I would never turn to face again.

When Ayden Baldwin ignored me, who was stuck in an elevator, freaking out from claustrophobia, just so he could deliver cold medicine to his assistant, I filed for divorce. Ayden signed his name without hesitation and smiled at his friend. "She's just throwing a tantrum. Her parents are gone. I'm all that she's left. She won't leave me. "Besides, isn't there a thirty-day cooling-off period? If she regrets it, I'll be the bigger person and take her back." The next day, he posted a lovey-dovey pic with his assistant, captioned: "Capturing every shy moment of yours." Counting the days, I packed up my belongings and made a phone call. "Uncle, please book me a ticket to Burville."

Sie versteckt sich hinter hässlichen Anzügen und einem falschen Namen. Er hat aufgehört, Frauen zu vertrauen. Seit achtzehn Monaten liefern sie sich bei Taylor Industries erbitterte Machtkämpfe über Übernahmen und Risiken. Für ihn ist sie Joy Smith – die unscheinbare, übervorsichtige CFO mit Perücke und formlosen Polyesteranzügen. Für sie ist er der arrogante CEO mit Gottkomplex. Was keiner von beiden weiß: Nachts begegnen sie sich woanders. Zu Hause ist Honey Johnson die vergessene Ehefrau eines untreuen Anwalts, der sie so lange nicht mehr berührt hat, dass sie beginnt zu glauben, sie sei kaputt. Als sie knallpinke Spitzenunterwäsche in ihrem Sofa findet – definitiv nicht ihre – fühlt sie keinen Herzschmerz. Sondern Erleichterung. Eine Nacht. Mehr will sie nicht. Eine Nacht im Velvet Room, Manhattans exklusivstem Maskenclub, um herauszufinden, ob sie wirklich frigide ist – oder einfach nie von den richtigen Händen berührt wurde. Sie erwartet nicht den maskierten Fremden, der sie vom ersten Moment an für sich beansprucht. Nicht die Chemie, die ihren Körper in Flammen setzt. Nicht die Orgasmen, die sie zittern lassen. Und ganz sicher nicht seine klare Anweisung: „Nur ich. Niemand sonst fasst dich an.“ Tagsüber zerreißen Joy und Grayson sich in Konferenzräumen. Nachts bauen Honey und ihr geheimnisvoller Sir etwas Gefährliches auf – über Nachrichten, Anrufe und geheime Freitage. Sie sagt ihm nicht, dass sie verheiratet ist. Er sagt ihr nicht, dass er Verlobte hat. Doch als ihre Scheidung eskaliert, seine Ex nach Rache greift und ihre getrennten Welten aufeinanderprallen, steht alles auf dem Spiel. Ist das, was sie im Dunkeln haben, stark genug für das Licht? Oder funktioniert es nur, solange sie Masken tragen?

For both Hayley and Kenji's freedom and the things at risk, they had to tie the holy knot. Although they are now married, they still hate each other and there is one rule they made for themselves and that's to mind your own damn business. But could they mind their own businesses when they are living together and are partners of a heavenly crime called fake love.

Aurora Jasmeen tertarik untuk menaklukan Dante Andromeda. Ketua OSIS yang terkenal itu membuat Aurora tertantang karena lagak judes dan tatapan arogannya. Tapi siapa sangka, Dante si cowok Nerd paling menyebalkan di sekolah malah menjelma jadi orang yang tidak terbayangkan di kepala Aurora. "Awalnya cuma main-main aja, tapi kok... Malah jadi kerasa nyata?" -

Bagaimana jadinya bila seorang pria pendiam dan angkuh bertemu dengan model seksi yang memiliki sifat kekanakan? Dave Mose William, seorang pemuda mandiri yang memiliki hoby memotret beberapa objek indah, hingga menjadikan hobynya itu sebuah penghasilan yang menghidupi dirinya diusia yang terbilang muda untuk seorang pria. Kekayaan sang ayah -Marvin Williams- tak serta merta membuat Dave menggunakannya. Dia memilih hidup mandiri ke kota Manhattan, berniat hidup tenang tanpa ada yang mengganggunya. Namun, kehidupan tenang yang dia impikan hanya menjadi angannya semata. Dia mengalami jungkir balik dalam hidupnya setelah bertemu dengan model seksi bernama Clara Davonna Dawn. Wanita kekanakan yang begitu ceroboh itu, membuat seorang Dave terperangkap dalam kisah masa lalunya yang menyedihkan. Membuat hati seorang pria angkuh seperti Dave menciar dan bertekad akan melindungi Clara. Di saat perasaan cinta telah tumbuh, keadaan menjadi tampak kacau. Sebuah tragedi mengerikan terjadi dalam hidup Clara, menghancurkan kariernya sebagai model international, dan menghancurkan hati Dave yang baru saja merasakan cinta sejati. * “Aku akan menunggumu, sampai kau siap untuk menjadi milikku lagi.”_Mousie_ “Aku berjanji akan kembali setelah aku mampu menjaga diriku, untukmu.”_Cattie_ **

Cravings was all it took… One moment, Samuel Preston was an ordinary college student. The next, he was snatched from his dorm room and thrown into the ruthless underworld of (THE BIDEN), an underground syndicate led by the elusive and brutal Teddy Vietnam. Known for trafficking drugs, dealing weapons, and orchestrating chaos against the military, The Biden doesn’t take no for an answer. Especially not from recruits. But Samuel isn’t just any recruit. He’s the son of the nation’s Chief of Defense Staff,a secret that could either be his greatest weapon or the reason he never sees daylight again. Determined to escape, Samuel does everything to sabotage their operations, only to catch the attention of Teddy himself. Cold, cunning, and feared by all… Teddy finds himself obsessively drawn to Samuel's fire, his resistance, his cravings for freedom. Trapped between a powerful man’s dangerous affection and the desperate yearning to return to his real life, Samuel must play a deadly game. Because in The Biden, love is war, freedom is forbidden, and craving the wrong thing might just get you killed. A dark romance thriller where power, passion, and rebellion collide.

THIS BOOK CONTAINS EROTIC, AND BDSM SCENES AS WELL. SECOND PART OF THE CEO'S DIVORCED WIFE IS SEXY DOCTOR. “Daddy,” she had whispered, so softly it was almost a sigh. “Teach me.” God, how could I have resisted her then? I remembered how I’d taught her, how I’d guided her trembling hands over my body, how I’d whispered instructions in her ear, making her repeat every dirty word back to me. “Call me ‘Daddy’ again,” I’d commanded, my lips brushing against her neck. “Daddy,” she had moaned, her head falling back as I kissed my way down to her collarbone. “Please…” Lily left the city when she found that her best friend and Isaac, his brother's best friend whom she dated secretly, had been cheating on her. She left the city and hid herself from her past and Isaac, the man who broke her heart. She’s raising their daughter, Ayla, in secret. When Ayla was diagnosed with leukemia, Lily was a doctor who returned to Los Angeles for lab research, unknowingly entering Isaac’s world again. As she seeks help, Isaac discovers she’s back, and old feelings resurface. Now, Lily must protect Ayla’s secret while facing the man she once loved, all to save her daughter’s life.

The Mafia circle in New York City was a tangled web, where power shifted in the blink of an eye. The Dusk family, once a powerful force in the underworld, was now reduced to nothing more than a pawn in the game. Their only hope for survival was to marry off their daughters, securing the support they so desperately needed. I, Seraphina Dusk, was sadly one of those daughters. In my past life, I had managed to secure myself a powerful marriage. I married Silas Vane, the head of the most influential mafia family in the country. My sister, Lila, was less fortunate, ending up with Jaxon Westmore—whom she believed would save her. I gave Silas a son and a daughter, and in return, my family was gifted wealth and power. But my sister? She was not so lucky. Jaxon wasn’t the man she thought he was. Instead of honoring the marriage or alliance, he squandered his time on models and strippers, leaving Lila discarded by both him and our father. One seemingly ordinary day, Lila invited me to lunch—never did I expect that she would kill me, drove a knife into my heart. Then she killed herself. And now here I was, reborn, back when our father first told us that Lila and I have to marry for the family. And this time, Lila called her shots on Silas Vane. That’s when I knew. She was reborn as well. Let her have him, then. She had no idea what kind of man he really was.

Soon after I came back to the country, someone slapped me right across the face in broad daylight, yelling that I was a mistress. A crowd of reporters closed in, pelting me with questions about whether Chandler Armstrong, CEO of Armstrong Industries, was keeping me as his mistress. I was stunned speechless for a moment, but then I pulled out my wedding photo with Chandler from seven years ago and held it up. "What are you talking about? I'm his wife!" The crowd went silent, and the woman who'd slapped me turned white as a sheet. Only then did I finally get it: while I'd been overseas, Chandler had been openly involved with an actress, and everyone in his social circle had already decided she was the future Mrs. Armstrong. Today, they all came expecting to confront a mistress—only to find out that I was actually his wife. Later, Chandler tried to justify it. "Alina, you've been out of the country for years. I'm a man, and I have needs. She's just a B-list actress; it's not like she threatens your position. Why should you be upset? Just let it go," he said. "Don't make a scene." I handed him the divorce papers. "You make me sick."