10000 Book(s) Related to the billionaire i slept with was my husband

I knew three things about him:
He wore a mask.
He never spoke in public.
And he never, ever lost a match.

They call him The Phantom, the undefeated underground wrestling god, No one knows a thing about him except he was a son of a legendary wrestler, I was supposed to stay far away, he ruined my life without him knowing.
I stayed far from him
Until I was forced to be his PR crisis Manager, a man I very well hated, for destroying my family, but that was not enough when i was forced to marry him.
the very same monster, i have been running away from.
But the marriage come with unexpected surprises, things aren’t what they seemed
My husband wants me but he plays dirty. And the deeper I fall into his brutal grip, the more I crave the pain, the power, and the man underneath the mask.
He says I’m his weakness.
But I just might be his downfall.
And in a world where losing isn't an option, loving him could ruin us both

I woke up, and my world collapsed.

Lying next to me was Sebastian—the golden boy, the heir to the Rhodes empire, and the nemesis who has tormented me for twenty years.

I fled. I swore to take that night to my grave. If I kept my mouth shut, no one would know.

But Fate has a twisted sense of humor. Five weeks later, two red lines on a pregnancy test slapped me in the face. I’m pregnant. And the father isn’t just my childhood nightmare. He’s the man who just bought my company. My new boss.

I tried to hide. He hunted me down. He scares off my dates. He tramples my pride. He invades my life like a tyrant. He mocks me in public, yet destroys anyone who touches me in private.

"Nancy, did you really think you could escape?" He pins me against the wall, his eyes dark, that familiar scent of cedar suffocating me. "Admit it. You hate me, but you need me."

That night in the velvet shadows of the masked club, I was nothing but a body for sale.
My own brother auctioned me, and the man who bought me claimed every inch of my skin with a hunger that felt like fire. He was a nameless stranger in the dark, leaving me with nothing but bruised lips and a memory I tried to bury.

The next morning, the mask was gone.

Standing before me was Ethan Blackwell, the ruthless billionaire who ruined my family and the man I’m now forced to marry.
Now I’m trapped in his penthouse, playing the part of the perfect wife while carrying a secret that’s growing inside me.

Vivian sat in the corner of the restaurant, staring at the breakup text Theodore had sent to her phone. Eight years of romance had just been ended by a single message.

However, fate's turns are often unexpected. That same night, after being drugged at a bar, Vivian encountered Maxwell Stevens, the richest man in C City. After a passionate night, this master of a business empire actually proposed signing a "fake couple" agreement—he would help Vivian fight against her stepfather who coveted her company, while she would help him navigate various social occasions.

Vivian Ashford, heir to the Ideal Future Group, possessed both beauty and wisdom in equal measure. Faced with her ex-boyfriend Theodore's betrayal and resource plundering, she displayed an iron will—not only did she publicly beat up this scumbag who wanted to exploit her, but she was determined to reclaim the business empire her mother had left behind from her stepfather's grasp. Maxwell's appearance gave her a powerful ally in the corporate battlefield.

Maxwell appeared to be a cold and shrewd business elite, but in reality harbored deep feelings for Vivian. When assassins pursued him, Vivian actually risked her life to venture into the slums for a rescue mission. In an abandoned house, the injured Maxwell held her tightly, and their mutual dependence in crisis quietly warmed their growing feelings.

As they spent more time together, Vivian began to suspect this mysterious man's true identity. The scars on Maxwell's arms and the fine marks on his forehead were strikingly similar to her school friend Liam—that silent boy who had once been injured protecting her. When Maxwell, under anesthesia at the hospital, said "from the day she saved me... I've loved her for so many years," Vivian was shocked to realize that this king of a business empire might be the person who had silently protected her all those years ago.

But even more unexpected was what Vivian discovered while eavesdropping on a conversation outside the hospital room—Maxwell was hiding even deeper secrets behind the scenes. He had mysterious connections to the downfall of a certain family, and that assassination attempt was no coincidence...

When love, revenge, and the struggle for business empire intertwine, can Vivian protect everything she cherishes in this dangerous game? How will Maxwell's true identity, hidden for years, and those unknown secrets rewrite both their destinies? On the edge between fake and real, can this contract couple find the path to true love?

Every July, my husband left for a business trip to France—so for seven full years of marriage, we never once got to celebrate our wedding anniversary.
This time, I flew all the way to France to surprise him, and mid-flight, I stumbled across a social media post.
My dream girl finally agreed to be with me. How do I make the frumpy, worn-out wife back home file for divorce on her own?
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When my dream girl suddenly moved abroad, I married her former best friend to keep me company through the hard times, just so I wouldn’t lose touch with her completely.
Now she’s finally said yes to being with me, and I’ve made enough to give her the lavish, privileged life she deserves.
I want my wife to find out about my affair herself so I can get a clean divorce without a fight, but she’s so painfully oblivious. I’ve come home reeking of my dream girl’s perfume on purpose, and every single July I fly here to France for our private time together, watching the lavender bloom in Provence with her. She never noticed a thing.
Perfume. July. France.
Those matching details made my fingers go numb. A deafening buzz exploded in my skull. A bone-deep chill washed over me, and I prayed with everything I had that it was all just a terrible coincidence.
Until I read the final line.
Just got a spending alert from her supplementary credit card—she bought a flight to France. I’m heading to pick up my dream girl now, might as well keep an eye out for her, just in case.
The plane touched down. When I stepped into the arrivals hall, I lifted my head almost instinctively.
There stood Shen Sinian, the man I hadn’t seen in two weeks, in a crisp, tailored suit, a bouquet of roses in his hand, locked in a passionate kiss with a woman with a stunning, willowy figure, her back to me.
He opened his eyes by chance, and through the crowd of travelers, his gaze locked directly with mine.

My Alpha, Ryan, not only cheated but also declared that our marriage was "open" and told me not to interfere with his relationship with Beta Emily. I was both furious and heartbroken. In order to get back at him, I followed the advice of the rogue wolf Luke and made him my "fake boyfriend" to provoke Alpha Ryan. Just then, the young and beautiful Omega Alex stormed into my life like a whirlwind, fervently pursuing me. I’m determined to take back what’s mine and make those who have hurt me realize that I, Julie, am not someone to mess with!

After eight years of marriage, my mate, Alpha Xavier, had slept with nearly all my female subordinates at the Blue Moon Pack house—and even my friends.
Rumors spread in the Blue Moon Pack House that if a woman wanted to become Alpha Xavier’s lover, she first had to befriend or work under Luna Emma.
I turned a blind eye to his affairs because I was pregnant. My pup was already seven months along, and I believed that once I gave birth, everything would get better.
Until one day, as I was heading for a routine check-up, his latest mistress sent me a video of them having sex. She wanted to drive me insane.
I bled profusely and begged him to take me to the hospital.
Xavier looked at me with pure disgust.
"Emma Greenwood, when did you become so good at faking accidents?" His voice dripped with contempt. "If you think putting on an act will make me care about you, you’re wrong. Even if you die in front of me, I won’t spare you a glance."
With that, he drove off with his mistress

My legs are pinned to the mattress, and his head is between my thighs and all I can think of is, ‘maybe I’ll slit his throat after he makes me cum’.

My mission is to infiltrate his hockey secret society and find concrete evidence to bring them down. I'm supposed to be staying behind the camera, taking notes from the sidelines, and collecting evidence.

Instead, I’m spending my nights letting him fuck me to oblivion. He thinks I'm suspicious. I know he’s dangerous, he's my fucking target and a murder suspect after all. But do I still end up tangled in his sheets? Absolutely yes.

Sitting rinkside at his games, wearing his number, filming the hockey team content, and playing the part of his perfect girlfriend is starting to feel entirely too real. He is starting to live rent-free in my head, and the boundary between my assignment and my obsession is gone.

I have the evidence to destroy him. The problem? More bodies are starting to line up across campus, and his secret society may not be the one holding the blade. There’s someone much worse out there hunting in the shadows, and my gorgeous target might be the only one who can keep me alive.

For five long years, Chloe hated me with every fiber of her being, blaming me entirely for Arthur’s tragic death. She cultivated her magic relentlessly and climbed to the peak of power, determined to avenge her lover. Yet one soul-searching trial shattered her entire world in an instant.

I spent eighteen years as the West family’s “fake heiress.”

When their real daughter came back, they shoved me into a storage room, made me take the blame for her scandals, and even cursed me at Grandpa’s funeral for being ungrateful.

Then sixteen Maybachs arrived to take me home.

Only then did they learn the truth—I was the long-lost daughter of the wealthiest family in the world.

Now the Wests want forgiveness. Too bad. I want them ruined.

But the man who pinned me against a bathroom sink after I defused a bomb only smiled and whispered, “Would you rather your brother walk in and find you here with a strange man?”

Worse, his face was hidden in my grandfather’s secret keepsake.

So who is he really… and what did Grandpa die trying to hide?

Being born a Moretti daughter means one thing: the family owns you.

In my past life, Vivian thought she had what it took. She promised Dad she could handle it, swore up and down she'd make him proud. Six months later, she'd burned through three generations of work and left us with nothing but an empty shell. Our enemies found her eventually. Broke both her legs.

And me? I married Marco Rossi.

Everyone envied me for marrying into one of the most powerful families in the city. What they didn't know was that I was his prisoner. He used me, turned my family's connections into stepping stones for himself, spent my money on his mistresses, used my body as a bargaining chip at his deals.

In the end, Vivian killed me. Jealous of my "perfect life," she dragged herself over on those broken legs and put a bullet in me.

When I open my eyes again, I'm sitting in Dad's study.

The door slams open. Vivian bursts in, cutting me off before I can speak. "Dad! I'm marrying Marco Rossi! Give the family to Sienna!"

I look at her and smile.

This time, I'm going to survive. And I'm going to do a hell of a lot better than just survive.

Reborn one year before the zombie outbreak, I awakened a supernatural storage space. I stocked massive daily supplies and transformed a secret mountain cave into an impenetrable fortress. I protect my grandma, take revenge on greedy relatives, fight mutated beasts and intelligent zombie monsters, and wait for the rebirth of human civilization in the end times.

To save enough for a summer trip with my boyfriend, Tripp, and his friends, I worked late every night after school as a food runner at the upscale French restaurant in town.

Tripp told me his family didn't have much money. He wore old thrift-store T-shirts and always ordered the cheapest lunch in the cafeteria.

I felt bad for him. During the year we were together, I quietly paid for most of our dates.

Until one night, when I carried a bottle of wine to a private dining room and heard voices coming from inside.

"Tripp, how long are you going to keep pretending you're broke?" It was Chase, Tripp's best friend.

Then I heard Bitsy's sugary-sweet voice. She and Tripp had grown up together. "Thanks for the limited-edition bag, Tripp. Eighty grand, and it's absolutely gorgeous. I love it!"

I froze. An eighty-thousand-dollar bag? He wouldn't even spend twelve dollars on a burger.

Then Tripp spoke in a lazy drawl. "Girls like Nora are low-maintenance. She's easy to fool. Buy her an iced latte, and she'll act like it means the world to her. She barely costs me anything."

He had never really cared about me.

Layla's POV :Little did I think my world would be turned upside down. Dean and Aleck my best friends who who protected me ever since kindergarten and had always remained by my side, truly were nothing like I remembered. Ever since I was eighteen I knew and I kept it hidden, I hid it so well until it wasn't. Falling in love with your Best friends isn't something you should do especially when they're twin brothers. Our friendship was good until I ditched them for my Own sanity. Disappearing did the trick however a spur of the moment
get together with the rest of our college friends,led me to reveal some of my secrets. And some of theirs. From being accused by friends I gave up. Little did I know the get together was just a ruse for them to get back into my life and they were playing the long game, making sure I belonged to them and them only.
Dean's POV : The minute we I opened the door and saw her ,so beautiful, I knew it was either going to go our way or she ran. We fell in love with her at Eighteen,she was seventeen and off limits,she saw us as brother so we waited, when she disappeared we let her ,she thought we had no idea where she was ,she as absolutely fucking wrong. We watch her every move and knew how to make her cave to our wishes.
Aleck's POV : Little Layla had become so fucking beautiful, Dean and I decided she would be ours. She walked around the island unaware if what was coming her way.one way or the other Our best friend would end up under us in our bed and she would ask for it too.

His green eyes lengthened as he pulled me close, "Where else did he touch you?" His voice hardened and I shivered.
“Stop, He..”
He pressed his lips against mine before I could finish my statement.
“You're soaking wet for me baby. Do you feel this way about him too? Does his touch make you this wet?" He growled I could feel the anger in his voice.
“Listen to me little mouse.” His voice was cold, his green eyes pierced into mine with an intensity that made me shudder.
“You are mine alone.” He nipped on my earlobe, his breath hot against my skin. “You don't let anyone else touch you okay?”
We shouldn't be doing this. He didn't love me and I was just one of many girls caught in his web. Worse still, he was my Stepbrother.


Love is anything but expected...

Ryan Jenkins is the school's ultimate heartthrob and captain of the basketball team with a charm that leaves girls swooning. Haunted by a tragedy from his past, he views love as a game- one where hearts are mere toys to be tossed with. He’s spent his life steering clear of anything resembling love. But when his father remarries, he's suddenly faced with a new challenge—his stepsister. Being in close proximity to her ignites something he’s never felt, a dangerous spark that threatens to consume the world he’s built.

Violet Blake is your typical good girl—a straight-A student, a shy bookworm, and utterly inexperienced when it comes to love. Moving in with her mom and new stepfamily was supposed to be a fresh start. She never expected her stepbrother to be Ryan Jenkins, the most popular and alluring guy at school. With every interaction, Ryan keeps her on edge, leaving her struggling to protect her heart. The more she tries to stay away, the deeper she falls for the one person she knows she shouldn't desire...

Camilla Kings is a force to be reckoned with in the fashion industry. As the CEO of Tombell® fashion house, she built a reputation as a savvy businesswoman with a laser focus on making her brand a global success. Her drive and determination have earned her the nickname "Camilla heartbreaker," as she's known for turning down prospective suitors in pursuit of her career goals. But everything changes when she wakes up in bed with her biggest rival, Alexander Cena. He's the wealthy and handsome owner of Xander's Jewels, and a member of the prestigious Cena family, owners of a precious stones mining company and many other highbrow companies.
Her life becomes intertwined with loads of actions, unseen and unexpected twists, turns of adventures, and a whole lot of romance to discover love.

My jaws locked, and I pushed all thoughts aside. “I hear you are going to marry my sister.”

His dark pink lips, which used to kiss every part of me, twitched. “That is the plan. Why?”

“Rosaline has a boyfriend,” I said.

“What the hell are you doing?!” Rosaline cried.

“My sister cannot marry you.” I ignored the angry reactions from my father and sister.

“So?” Nathaniel questioned. He seemed curious about where that moment was headed.

“Nathaniel Storm…” Suddenly, my hands felt sweaty. I clasped them to hide that sign of my nervousness. “Marry me.” His dark eyes, the colour of the stormy sea, narrowed as he considered my words. “Instead of Rosaline, marry me.”

When Ivy transfers to Northvale University, she expects late-night study sessions, caffeine overload, and maybe a little homesickness. What she does not expect are three ridiculously good-looking hockey players who seem determined to turn her life upside down.
Elias, the brooding goalie with a secret soft side.
Cole, the golden boy captain, who always plays to win.
And Jaxon, the bad boy off the ice, the one who makes rules just to break them.
They call themselves the Kings of Northvale. Everyone else calls them gods. But Ivy calls them trouble.
When a freak snowstorm traps Ivy in their house after a game, she discovers that the real danger isn't the blizzard outside, it's how easy it feels to belong with them. Between cozy nights by the fire, late-night skating lessons, and stolen kisses that melt the winter chill, Ivy starts to realize she might be falling for all three of her hockey alphas.
But Northvale has its own secrets… and the shadows following Ivy are getting bolder. Still, with Christmas lights twinkling and snowflakes falling, love might be the most magical, and dangerous, thing of all.

Ruby Hale’s heart shatters when her first love, Graham, announces his mate bond with her bully, Lizzy, in front of the entire school. Already reeling from her mother’s death and the loss of her scholarship, Ruby faces the possibility of being forced out of Kingston College. But when the cold, enigmatic Sebastian Kings—the school’s star hockey player and future Alpha—proposes a shocking deal, her life takes a turn she never saw coming.Sebastian is battling his own demons: his wolf is mysteriously blocked, preventing him from finding his fated mate. Desperate to buy time and avoid the crushing expectations of his father, Sebastian offers Ruby a fake mating contract that will keep her in school and give him the time he needs to solve his problem. It seems like the perfect solution—until their fake relationship starts feeling dangerously real.As they claimed they were mate, Sebastian’s childhood friend Annalisa, who has her own claim on his heart, stirs up jealousy and betrayal. With Ruby’s dark past threatening to come to light and the truth about Sebastian’s blocked wolf slowly unraveling, they must confront a web of secrets that could destroy everything they’ve built.

I was his adopted daughter, yet I crawled into his bed.

"A woman delivering herself to my door... guess what a normal man would do?"

The legendary cold-faced Marcus pinned her naked body down, leaving traces of their intimacy all over the villa.

After the pleasure, the man humiliated her in every way possible. "Get out. Get rid of the baby."

Later, Emma vanished completely.

Marcus didn't believe that the woman who loved him to the bone would actually leave him.

Until he saw his pregnant adopted daughter with his own eyes, holding another man's arm, appearing right in front of him...

I am secretly pregnant with the child of my worst enemy—my ruthless stepbrother.
A masquerade mistake left me ruined, and I desperately tried to hide my condition. But Kyle, the Empire's most feared Chief Mage and my lifelong tormentor, cornered me and found my medical crystal.
"Who is the bastard?!" he roared, slamming me against the wall, his ice-blue eyes blazing with murderous jealousy. "I will crush his bones and burn his soul in hellfire!"
I trembled in his shadow. How could I tell this possessive tyrant that the "bastard" he wants to brutally murder is... himself? Now, trapped in a magical chamber that forces us to reveal our darkest secrets or die, my time is running out.

What if waking up as a Greek princess meant becoming a sacrifice to the most brutal god?

Jill Adelaide, an Oscar-nominated actress, never believed in fate—until she woke up in the body of Portia, the most beautiful princess of Sparta.

Her new life comes with a death sentence: she is betrothed to Ares, the God of War. To the world, he is a bloodthirsty monster. To her, he is infuriatingly handsome, possessive, and impossibly tempting.

But Ares is hiding secrets behind his piercing gaze. A mysterious prophecy binds them, and a hidden rebellion threatens to tear Olympus apart. As Jill navigates a world of demigods, monsters, and divine treachery, she must decide if she's merely a pawn in the gods' games—or the one woman who can tame the heart of the God of War.

He craves her soul. She needs his trust. But in a world where gods never fall in love, falling for Ares might be the deadliest risk of all...

The fake love Enzo and Mia started with was all becoming too real, and Mia has to ask if this is what she really wants?
When I moved to Paris, it was supposed to be a fresh start. A new city, a fashion dream ahead of me, and my stalker ex firmly in the past.
But then my new boss turns out to be Enzo Renault, my brother's best friend, the man who rejected me ten years ago. And now he wants me to fake-date him to keep his meddling mother out of his love life.
So here I am, pretending to be the girlfriend of the cold, infuriatingly handsome man I once swore I'd never forgive.
I've never really dated, and Enzo swears he'll never fall in love. Perfect match, right? Soon, we're practicing it all in secret: dates, kisses, even sharing a bed. The only rule? My brother can never find out.
But Enzo buys me dresses, praises my designs, and looks at me like I'm not just his friend's little sister anymore. And when he touches me, I can't tell what's pretend… and what's not.
Because the more we practice being in love, the more it feels dangerously real.

In the early morning hotel room, Jocelyn awakens from the bed after passion, with scattered clothing on the floor bearing witness to last night's madness. The man behind her asks in a low voice: "One more time?" She coldly refuses: "No, I need to go find my husband." This seemingly absurd one-night stand is actually her carefully orchestrated revenge—hiring a male escort to get back at her cheating husband, yet mistaking the immensely powerful Herman Thorne for a bar worker.

Jocelyn Richter was originally a wealthy heiress whose marriage to childhood sweetheart Ashton Rowland seemed perfect but was built on lies. When her parents died in a suspicious car crash, she discovered her husband's affair with pregnant college student Lillian, shattering the illusion of a perfect marriage. Transforming from naive wife to strategic mastermind, she learned to weaponize her beauty, manipulate public opinion, and navigate corporate politics, evolving step by step from victim to controller.

Ashton Rowland is a hypocrite beneath his perfect husband facade. After conveniently developing amnesia, he oscillates between devoted lover and shrewd businessman, embodying the dangerous charm of mistaking possession for love, using emotional manipulation and corporate threats to maintain control over his wife.

Herman Thorne is the head of the nation's top-tier family, yet finds himself deeply attracted to a woman who dares to see him as an equal. Unlike Ashton's conditional love, he expresses care through actions—making breakfast, tending wounds, clearing misunderstandings, hiding a complex heart unaccustomed to vulnerability beneath his powerful exterior.

Jocelyn fights for substantial divorce compensation, investigates the truth behind her parents' death, and navigates dangerous feelings for Herman. She moves with ease through corporate boardroom battles, creates media storms by live-streaming her husband's infidelity exposure, while discovering the connection between her parents' car crash and the Rowland family's dark secrets. In this multi-layered game of business warfare, romantic entanglements, and truth-seeking, she gradually unveils the hypocritical facade of this elite world.

In the final café confrontation, Ashton signs the divorce agreement after receiving a mysterious phone call from his father. Just as he desperately grips Jocelyn's wrist with bloodshot eyes, pleading for another chance to pursue her, a familiar voice rings out: "Let her go." Herman appears at the crucial moment, but the real suspense lies in—what explosive secret was hidden in that phone call? How will the truth about her parents' death reshape everything? As her revenge plan concludes, Jocelyn stands at life's crossroads, facing not only freedom but also increasingly passionate feelings for this man once mistaken as "hired help," and these feelings may be the most dangerous truth of all.

They gave him 24 hours to hand over the girl.
He gave them 30 seconds to regret .

Jack Cole was supposed to be nobody—just another quiet college student.
No records. No past. No trace he ever existed.

But when a powerful family tries to take his cousin as part of a dirty deal…
and a billionaire heiress becomes the target of a professional kill team…

Something buried comes back.

The campus?
Just his cover.

The truth?
He’s a weapon trained for war—
the kind governments deny, and enemies never see coming.

Now the richest family in the city wants him dead.
A private army is moving in.
And a global biotech empire is pulling strings from the shadows.

They think they’re hunting him.

They’re wrong.

Jack isn’t running.
He’s choosing who dies first.

My daughter Lily was shot dead while she was performing on her own stage.
I rushed forward to shield her, and a speaker crashed down onto my right shoulder. The bone shattered.
My husband, Vincent, “shot the gunman dead” at once and sealed off the entire opera house.
When I woke up in the hospital room, the pain almost suffocated me. My right shoulder was wrapped in thick bandages, and when I tried to raise my arm, all I felt was a numb.
“…This isn’t what we agreed on.” The doctor’s voice was low and unsteady. “We only needed her blood sample for matching. Why did it have to go this far?”
“Lily’s blood type is a perfect match. This is the best possible outcome,” Vincent said. “I married Elena for this moment. I’ve been waiting for it.”
The doctor was silent for a few seconds. “But she’s your daughter… There’s no need to sacrifice a life, even if she is a Salaceno.”
Vincent cut him off. “You know how long an artificial heart can last. Camila’s daughter won’t hold out for long. I can’t put her through another surgery.”
“Camila’s child is the one I should cherish.”
At that moment, my blood ran cold. In his eyes, my daughter was nothing but an organ container.
He had no idea. All that talk about protecting his precious daughter—she wasn't even his.

My husband told me our daughter was brain-dead. He put a pen in my hand and told me to sign the organ donation form. He said it was the merciful thing to do.
I signed.
Then I watched her heart get cut out and transplanted into another child — his mistress's son.
He'd been planning it for months. The fake diagnosis, the doctor who happened to be his college girlfriend, the night his mother lured me away from the hospital so they could drug my little girl.
When I found out the truth, he killed me for it.
But somehow, I woke up back at that desk. Same pen. Same form. Same lying face waiting for my signature.
This time, I'm not signing. This time, they pay.

Ten years ago, my parents worked for the Bellamys. He was their driver. She ran the house.

Then came the crash. I watched them shove Nash Bellamy out of the wreck, and it killed them both.

That's where the claustrophobia came from.

He knew. He knew all of it.

Then at homecoming, I showed up in a dress that matched Camilla's. She was the girl he'd always wanted. So he shoved me into the abandoned supply closet backstage.

The lock turned. On the other side of the door, he and Camilla were laughing like it was nothing.

"I'm pretty sure she's claustrophobic."

"Two hours in there. She'll learn."

I clawed at my own hands until they bled, couldn't get any air, and ended up wetting myself in a closet a dog wouldn't sleep in.

When the door finally opened, he pinched his nose and laughed and said I was disgusting.

I pushed myself up the wall, inch by inch, and looked at the face I'd been looking at for ten years. And I didn't want to cry anymore. Not even a little.

"Nash. I'm done chasing you."

"Have you made your decision?"

Fenric stood behind me, his voice lower than usual.

I stared at my reflection in the mirror—a woman who had just lost her husband—and nodded.

"Ylva." He called my name again, as if to confirm.

"I've decided," I said. "I'm willing to become your mate."


I never thought losing my husband would be the easiest thing fate had done to me.

The day Soren died, I felt the bond break—not metaphorically, but truly, a tearing from the deepest part of my soul. The moment the fated bond vanished, I knew he was dead.

Then I was driven out by the Ironblood Pack, betrayed by the Greenshaw family, and nearly became a "gift" at someone's banquet.

Fenric Silvermane saved me.

Soren's best friend. The Alpha of the Silvermane Pack. One of the most powerful men in the capital.

He said he was only fulfilling a promise—Soren had entrusted me to him before leaving for battle.

But fated bonds don't lie.

The first time he caught me from falling, his inner wolf recognized me. He knew, yet chose to suppress it, to disguise that near-maddening possessiveness with his usual coldness.

Until Soren died.

He said he wanted to marry me.


I refused.

I tried to escape.

I tried to threaten him with a dagger.

He was crazier than I imagined—he turned the blade on himself and said, "Kill me and you can leave."

I finally agreed to marry him. Trading the fated bond for protection, freedom for safety.

I thought it was just a transaction.

I didn't expect him to put the treasury keys in my hands, to establish my authority among the nobles, to remember what I liked to eat.

I didn't expect that on an ordinary night, he would say in a very low voice—

"Even if your heart only holds Soren, I truly love you."

That's when I realized I was no longer just enduring him.


The mating ceremony was set exactly one month after Soren's death.

When the great hall doors opened, I saw Fenric. He stood there watching me, his ice-blue eyes full of love for me.

I took a deep breath and walked toward him.

Just then—

The hall doors were pushed open again. Soren, who was supposed to be dead, appeared before us.

He closed the door and stood in front of me, my back was against the wall, which was next to the door. I clutched my booklet against my chest. He caged me in with both of his hands against the wall on either side of my head, his lips only inches away from mine.

My breath hitched, and I swallowed. "What are you doing?" I asked, which is barely a whisper.

"You failed my test, and I want to help you," he says low enough for me to hear. I must admit that it sends goosebumps throughout my body.

"I would appreciate the help." I swallow as I look at his lips.

"I have a deal that I want to make with you," he rasped.

"What is the deal?" I managed to ask breathlessly.

"I need you, please," she licked the back to my earlobe, pressing her body against mine. "No one else knows how to touch me like you do. I've tried other men, but they just don't compare. Please, Doctor, I'm begging you."

"Begging, huh?" I considered her for a moment. "Well, that's a start."

I pushed her down to get her on her knees. I unzipped my pant and gestured to her to continue. "Show me how much you want it," I commanded. She pulled my dick out of my boxers and started sucking every inch of me with her playful tongue, moaning as she did so. I grabbed her hair and I took control over her head, and I began to fuck her head.

"Is this what you came for?" I asked roughly. "To be my little slut?"

"Yes," she mumbled around my cock. "Only yours."

"Touch your pussy for me." I commanded her with a husky tone of voice. Everyone likes to be commanded; likes to be in the bottom; likes the real man who is willing to dominate her. Every woman is a submissive in her own way. That's what I've learned from years of practice.

"Like this?" she asked, sliding her fingers inside herself. "God, I'm so wet for you."

I pulled her up and flipped her as I put her back on the bed. I arched her ass and touched her anus. "I will fuck your ass now, because I never fuck a pussy two times. Are you ready for that?" I whispered in her ear, heating her neck with warming breaths while pinching her nipples by my fingers.

“Say my name, baby. Tell me who this pus sy belongs to.”

“Damian…” she moaned softly as I curled my fingers, hitting her just right.

“Louder.”

“DAMIAN!”

Inside the bathroom, Henry let out a wrecked sob, as if her screaming my name had just carved his heart out all over again.

Perfect.

I pulled my fingers out, brought them to my mouth, and licked them clean while she watched over her shoulder, her eyes glazed.

Then I dropped to my knees like a man ready to worship his god. Because yes, I would worship this pus sy like it was my god.


After sacrificing her legs and her freedom to save a stranger, Cindy Hart becomes the crippled wife of a man who only loved her out of guilt. When he brings his ex into their home and throws Cindy aside, she decides she is done being the victim.

With her billionaire identity hidden and her brother’s dangerously hot best friend pretending to be her lover, Cindy begins her revenge.

But when the lines between fake and real blur with the playboy she once rejected, Cindy finds herself fighting not just for power but for a love she never saw coming.

Zoey Afar has had a long-held affection for her boss. However, she was unwilling to confess this since, first and foremost, they were different in level of life. The second reason she feels "abnormal" is that even a light touch from her stimulates her desire. She has obsessive sexual behavior, sometimes known as hypersexuality condition or sexual addiction.

Things become worse when the hot CEO makes her personal BDSM partner.

I never expected to catch my boss's attention—especially not Dr. Albert Clinton, the brilliant, cold-hearted surgeon every nurse fears. When I stepped in to stop a violent patient, I thought I'd be fired. Instead, he made me his personal assistant.

Then my addict uncle was kidnapped by the mafia. My grandmother nearly died from poisoning. And someone set my car on fire.

Albert saved me. Every. Single. Time.

Now I'm living in his penthouse, sleeping in his guest room… and falling for the one man who's completely out of my league.

But when we finally cross the line, I hear him whisper another woman's name in his sleep.

And suddenly, I realize—

This wasn't just a one-night mistake.

It was the beginning of something that could destroy us both.

Note: Explicit, erotic content. Not for readers younger than 18 please.

    “Take it off Abby” he demanded looking so fierce but sexy.
      “As you wish master” I returned . I placed my hand on my white shirt and pulled it off through my head slowly.
     “Don’t rush things Abby” he would always warn.
     I took my hands slowly to my back as I tried so hard to reach for my bra hook. I got it. I thought to myself.
    I was about unhooking it but then he interfered.
    “Stop Abby, don’t move” He said to me while he sat down on his seat gazing at me.
      “Imagine me walking round where you are standing this minute. Imagine my hands on your body as you take off your bra hook” He tried creating an invincible scene in my head.
     My hands unhooked my bra unknowingly and I felt the urge to grab him immediately, but no… that wasn’t how it was done with Alex.

Elsie Carter has a simple plan for surviving university, keep her grades up, keep her scholarship alive, and keep boys far, far away. She doesn’t have time, or the patience for drama.

And then comes Ryan Blake, hockey captain. Campus golden boy. And the most annoying person ever.
When Elsie is assigned to tutor him, her quiet life officially ends. He’s smug, spoiled, and entirely too attractive. But somewhere between the bickering, the late-night study sessions, and the way he looks at her like she’s the only girl on earth… Ryan starts becoming a problem she can’t ignore.
Then comes the night everything goes to hell.
Elsie makes one impulsive mistake, and the guy who pulls her out of her darkest moment is none other than Adrian Cole. Her stepbrother. Aloof, unreadable, annoyingly gorgeous… and suddenly the only person she feels safe with.

Now Elsie is stuck between two impossible choices:
The boy who gets under her skin, the one who challenges her.
The man who gets into her head, the one who completely undoes her.
And if her heart doesn’t make up its mind soon, her entire world just might fall apart.

Aria is desperate. Her best friend, Lena, needs surgery.

A mysterious offer appears: a contract to spend 30 nights with a rich man who needs a virgin.

The payment equals the surgery cost.

Aria signs, thinking it’s a shameful but harmless deal.

She’s taken to Kael Donovan’s estate, massive, intimidating, surrounded by forest.

Kael is distant, treating her like an object.

He believes she’s just another human pure but replaceable.

Their first night is awkward, tense, electric. She senses something feral in him.

Development
Kael’s wolf, Rhett, reacts violently the moment he touches her growling “Mate.”

Kael refuses to believe it. The curse shouldn’t allow him a mate.

He decides to keep her anyway for the sake of breaking the curse.

Aria feels strange sensations hearing whispers, her senses sharpening but thinks it’s fear.

Kael starts acting possessive, jealous when she smiles at his guards.

He hates how much he wants her. She hates how much she needs him.

Their nights turn passionate and raw, but he still keeps his heart locked.

Aria’s emotions deepen. She starts to see the man behind the Alpha.

Rising Tension
Aria learns bits about the curse Kael’s pack is dying out, and his inability to bond might destroy them.

Selene Voss, Kael’s chosen fiancée by alliance, visits the mansion.

She instantly despises Aria, sensing the mate bond before Kael admits it.

Selene begins plotting.

I was born into blood. Into power. Into a family that calls me the curse.
My fate? To marry the son of our enemy.
My rebellion? To lie—and claim I was in love with Kian O’Sullivan.
Now the lie is my prison.
Kian isn’t my savior. He’s a wolf dressed in silk, a monster with grey eyes who would rather break me than hold me.
But when the bullets start flying and our enemies circle closer… he’s the only one standing between me and death.
And maybe the only man dangerous enough to make me beg for it.
NOTE: This is a DARK ROMANCE story. It includes disturbing content like: Extreme violence, torture, degradation, BDSM, drugging, Somnophila, self harm. Sexual assault and group sex(not including the main leads). Both main leads are red flags!

My husband stole my work, my future, and nearly my life.
For years, I thought betrayal was the worst thing he could do to me.
I was wrong.
“Trust me,” he whispered.
I did.
Until I discovered the empire carrying his name should have been mine.
Now I'm taking it back.
But the closer I get to the truth, the more I realize...
My husband may not be the mastermind after all.

Dale was a famous playboy at Huntsville High School. He was tall, handsome, and rich. More importantly, he was a playboy with excellent sex skills and a huge cock. He had a long list of girls he'd dated, and every one of them was completely captivated by him. However, I wasn't on that list, and he even mocked me, calling me "Chris Shit."

But the moment I saw him, I was completely captivated. I desperately wanted to enjoy his big cock and his superb sex skills. I was completely captivated, willing to do anything for him, just hoping he'd look at me more.

However, when I finally had the chance to have a passionate fuck with him, I was shocked to discover that he was my stepbrother. Oh, damn, what a joke! So, should I continue having sex with him? And make him my big-cock boyfriend?! I was going crazy!!!

Edward Collins' word is law.
He is a ruthless billionaire, a dangerous distraction, and the architect of Diana's forbidden fantasies. He tempts, claims, and slowly crosses lines he knows she is trying to protect.
What begins as a relationship built on pretense turns into something darker. Hotter. Impossible to escape.
As desire burns and guilt follows close behind, Diana realizes she is losing control of both her heart and herself.
When it becomes too much to bear, she breaks down with one desperate plea:
Be careful with my heart.

Excitement exploded through my body as I felt Luciano's middle finger attempt to move my pants aside then he stopped.

"You have to be a good girl and be patient" His voice sounds hoarse "I want you to beg for it".

A mischievous smirk appeared on his face as he watch me quickly put down my skirt and close my legs. I can't believe what I just let happen.
dang it!

"You fucking, dickhead!" I groaned through clenched teeth.
Luciano just shrugged, he took a sharp turn toward the entrance of our father's mansion.

"I can be your favorite divk" he smirked.


It was supposed to be a normal siblings bond.
Doing the forbidden wasn't part of the idea but Tiffany had other plans. Especially when all she wanted was get fvcked by her hot step brother.

Nelina and Royce both promised themselves that being in a relationship is not their priority. They met when they were both messed up. An accident that occurred almost two years ago instantly changed the course of Nelina's life. Losing their prominent status was why Nelina was bullied in school and had an abusive boyfriend. Nelly's past relationship made her aloof to men and focused on herself and her family.

Almost at the same time, Royce lost his grannies and was left alone. He was forced to manage their business at a young age. His life fell apart when his then-girlfriend Roxie dumped him with no explanation.

However, Nelina and Royce somehow grew an affection for each other because they shared the same sentiment. But the past relationship's pain comes haunting them again when both of their exes come back at an unexpected time.

How will Nelina and Royce step out from their shell and heal the wounds of the past? Will they give themselves a second chance to love again?

Imagine waking up to find that your one-night stand is now your boss. For Dorothy, a young woman who always dreamed of true love with a handsome man, this becomes her startling reality. She always wanted a beautiful and pure-hearted romance , she never expected to lose her virginity in a fleeting encounter with a stranger, driven by unexpected personal needs. Trying to move on, she lands a job at a prestigious company named the Weiss Company owned by Oliver Weiss who is known to be cold and arrogant, not ready for commitment, only for Dorothy to discover that the CEO is the same man from that fateful night. Caught between her longing for love and the need to stay professional. Does he remember her? Will this twist spark romance or bring heartache and complications? With her career and emotions at stake, Dorothy must uncover what awaits—love or coldness—

" Chill man," my best friend Liam said.

"How do you expect me to chill man, I just found out I am very crazy about her, I was so ignorant that I let her go and the worst part is I am getting married to that bitch next month," I said in frustration.

"Oh come on man, you agreed to marry that bitch yourself Alex, no one forced you," Liam said.............................

"Yea I know but I thought if I proposed to Skyler, she's gonna get furious and try to apologize to me," I replied not sure if that made any sense.

"Well that was stupid because you are the one meant to apologize man, but you let your arrogance and wealth get to your head and that made you lose your love. you need to fix this," he said and walked out of my house, I saw his car drive off.......

I know you guys are wondering what happened, well I will tell you the story... Well, I am Alexandra Montero, CEO of the Montero group of companies and the richest billionaire in town.

A story full of lust and forbidden desires.

Amanda Hank is a twenty-two-year-old girl and a virgin looking for a job as a secretary in one of the most prestigious companies in the city. She wasn't interested in men or losing her virginity while working, or so she thought.

Until she meets her boss and he is in charge of changing everything that Amanda likes her world.

John Smith is a sexy, rich and successful forty two year old tycoon. That he falls surrendered to his darkest desires when he meets Amanda. He refused her wishes knowing that she was his friend's daughter, but it was impossible for him not to fall for Amanda. Amanda was perfect for him, especially when he could be her teacher to help all her darkest desires.

A deal arises between the two of them. They both trusted him that sex would not harm them, however, little by little they realize that they really want each other.

Both know that it is a forbidden love, but neither can deny their darkest desires.

In their quest to confront their feelings. They get caught up in trouble with John's Ex.

What will happen to these lovers of sin? Will they be able to love each other and fuck without problems?

But everything with love, desire and sex can be solved. And they did not escape being the exception.

"See what you do to me?" I said, taking her hand and guiding it to wrap around my length. "This is what wanting you looks like, Elle. This is what you make me feel."

Elle bit her lip, her hand tightening experimentally around me, and I had to close my eyes and focus on my breathing.

"Can I—" she started, then stopped, uncertain.

"You can do whatever you want," I told her, opening my eyes to find her watching my face with fascination. "Touch me. Explore. Learn what I like."

After being betrayed by her boyfriend, Elle agreed to Adrian, the brother of her ex, to enter into a one-year contractual marriage. She initially thought that this was just a temporary solution proposed by Adrian to deal with the family pressure. But gradually, she found herself completely lost in Adrian's tenderness and unable to extricate herself......

When Elena Thunder finds the most perfect man to kiss at midnight on New Year’s Eve, she thinks its fate. But little does she know that Knight Blaze isn’t as simple as he seems and that the only reason he spends the night with her is because he has something entirely different on his mind.
Come morning, Knight leaves Elena feeling hurt and betrayed and with something she’d have never anticipated from a one-night stand with a stranger, a baby conceived on New Year’s Eve. But Elena isn’t weak and she doesn’t let heartbreak bring her down. She decides to raise her child without a father. But fate has other plans for her as she accidentally bumps into Blaze once more during a fashion show and this time, he’s determined to make her stay.
But Elena's heart already belongs to another, someone who she loved and lost. But now he's back in her life and determined to correct his mistakes. Who will she chose, her happiness or the baby's father?

Ex-Army Ranger Ethan Hayes carries a secret he’s determined to keep buried—a tragic past he can’t outrun. After losing his wife and children to the shadowy organization he was hunting, he’s left with nothing but nightmares. All he wants now is a distraction, something to occupy his restless mind and keep the memories at bay. What he doesn’t expect is the fiery, socially awkward bombshell he’s been hired to protect.

Carrie Johnson is desperate to escape her father’s overbearing grip in Chicago. Determined to prove she can live life on her own terms, she flees to the small, quiet town of Harbor Springs. But freedom is short-lived when her father’s influence follows her in the form of Ethan Hayes—the most infuriatingly attractive man she’s ever met. At first, Ethan sees her as nothing more than a spoiled brat, but after a magical, unexpected kiss, he’s struggling to resist her charms.

When Carrie’s car is vandalized, her modeling career is sabotaged by a vengeful ex-boyfriend, and her father leaves for Tokyo, she’s forced to rely on the very man she swore she didn’t need. Meanwhile, Ethan begins to realize Carrie might just be what he’s been missing all along—a reason to hope, to heal, and maybe even to love again.

As their connection deepens, ghosts from both their pasts resurface, threatening the fragile bond they’ve built. But Ethan and Carrie refuse to let their fears win. Together, they’ll fight for the future they’ve only dared to dream of—no matter what it costs.

Love, danger, and second chances collide in this sizzling romance about healing, trust, and the power of a love worth fighting for.