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She's The Boss: Her Sex Addiction

She's The Boss: Her Sex Addiction

Warning: This story contains mature Contents.Rated +18 Trust no one.,Yes that's what you normally hear people say. But even after that, we still have trust on our friends. When you can't trust your friend, nothing will ever walk out, because you will be forever suspicious. Meet Hilda, she's cool but deadly, her parents and her only brother died when she was small in a car accident. Eventually, she founds herself in Britanny's family. Well! Meet Brittany Martinez! CEO of B and M. She's a no nonsense boss! Who knows, but I think sex is her addition. She can have more than three men in a day without being satisfied. She's extremely arrogant, control anyone below her. Her male workers becomes the victim although they have their gains too. F**k her and get paid. Money is never her problem because she's freaking rich! She's the only female billionaire in the whole Philippine and so people respect and fear her. Her word is law! You don't dare disobey her, with just a snap of her fingers, she can destroy you and everything you own. You can just say she's a female king! What happened when an innocent young guy became her chef? She's determined to have him on her bed! No one can stop her, not even him. Her believe is that so long you work for her, you are hers. Take it or leave it ! You can't possibly do anything about it! Quit your job and she will make sure you don't get any in the entire Philippine.. He's Damien Hendrix! Cool, calm and collected. Devilishly handsome! That's what attracted him to her! When he got a job as the chef of Miss Brittany, that was when his worst nightmare started! Is it his fault he's handsome? He just hate talking, he hates violence,he simply hates anything that disturbs him but he thinks Miss Brittany is adding to his life problem but did he have any other option? He can't let his life be ruined by her! Everyone knows her. He shouldn't have applied for the job in the first place but what happens to his beloved family? They all depend on him so he have no choice. But will he succumb to what his boss is asking from him? Let's find out in this thrilling story!
Billionaire's revenge

Billionaire's revenge

What happens when Italy's most powerful billionaire, Alessandro Romano, discovers that he has been duped by Viktor Petrov, a Russian businessman who extorted billions of dollars from him? How does he react when he learns that the man is dead, depriving him of any chance of revenge and getting his money back? Cold and implacable, Alessandro has never forgiven the betrayal, but could this situation push him to extremes he never imagined? As he prepares to give up all hope of reparation, his personal detective uncovers a detail that turns everything upside down: Viktor's only daughter, Sofia. Could this young woman become his instrument of revenge? If Alessandro refuses to get attached, can he really remain indifferent to the one who has nothing to do with his father's crimes? Will he decide to use her to recoup the debt his father owes him, despite the dark secrets and unexpected obstacles that stand in his way? And even when he discovers that she is pregnant with another man's child, is he willing to ignore this crucial detail? As for Sofia, how far will she go to free herself from the chains of the past and escape Alessandro's machinations? And as she fights for her freedom, how far will Alessandro go to finally win her heart while satisfying his thirst for revenge? The stakes couldn't be higher. Who will win in this dangerous game where love and betrayal intertwine?
The CEO's Contract Lover

The CEO's Contract Lover

[New book, "Rebirth of the Heiress: I married my ex-husband's brother," is out now!] At her step-sister's birthday dinner, Nina was drugged by her family and sold to an old pervert. In her desperate attempts to escape, Nina comes across Jayden Luxton, the business tycoon. "Marry me, and I promise to keep you alive and unharmed." He proposed. With her innocence in line, Nina has no choice but to marry him. Jayden wanted a wife and Nina needed protection. The deal was a win-win situation where both parties got what they wanted. However, the prerequisite was that they couldn't fall in love with each other. As two individuals who lived an exhausting life that lacked color and love, all hell would unloose once they lived under the same roof. After their every lovemaking session, he would always remind her. "Don't fall for me. If not, you'd end up hurting yourself." Yet, he was the one who couldn't let go of her and kept spoiling her to no end! "Boss, someone bullied Madam at her college." The next day, Springfield College, the top college in Spring City, disappeared overnight from the country. - "Boss, madam has taken fancy to Paris, the most renowned clothing brand in the world." As a result, the entire collection of Paris was emptied to decorate a certain someone's wardrobe. - "Boss, madam went on a date with a wild man." The poker-faced and aloof CEO finally had a crack in his expression as his eyes narrowed dangerously. "Does she think it's that easy to get rid of me?"
The Chef's Reckoning

The Chef's Reckoning

My name is Ethan; I used to be a Michelin-starred chef, but now I' m the trophy husband to Victoria, a real estate mogul who keeps me on a humiliating $200 allowance in our luxurious Hollywood Hills mansion that feels like nothing more than a gilded cage. When a severe car accident badly injured my dominant hand, requiring $5,000 for urgent, career-saving surgery, Victoria' s voice on the phone was cold, accusing me of "leeching" and attempting to find "new ways to grab her money" before she abruptly hung up, dismissing my pain as a mere annoyance. That callous denial cost me everything, leaving me with permanent nerve damage that utterly crushed any hope of ever cooking professionally again. Yet, she simultaneously showered her platonic "childhood friend" Liam with extravagant tokens of affection, like a $75,000 vintage watch, flaunting his "BestieGoals" on Instagram. Later, still suffering at the hospital with my throbbing hand, I learned she was hosting a massive drone party at our house, spelling out "Welcome Home Liam!" while I waited for a ride that simply never came. The anger and hurt I used to feel, the desperation for her attention, all evaporated, replaced by a chilling numbness, a profound, almost eerie detachment. What else could I say, sitting across from her at breakfast, as she scrolled through Liam's posts with a small smile, never once looking at me, never once acknowledging the depth of her complete disregard? So, when she eventually scoffed, "Aren' t you even a little bit jealous?", I met her gaze, truly seeing her for the first time, and replied with absolute, unnerving calm, "No, Victoria, why would I be?" That night, I ripped off my wedding ring, gave it to a cab driver, and made a call that promised a new life, a new kitchen, and new freedom, far from her suffocating golden trap.
From Trophy Wife to Tyrant

From Trophy Wife to Tyrant

The crystal award for 'Architect of the Year' felt heavy in my hand, a symbol of everything I' d built. Beside me, my husband, Ethan Hayes, CEO of Hayes Corporation, flashed his perfect, devoted smile for the cameras. We were New York' s power couple, Olivia Vance, the sharp architect, and her seemingly perfect marriage. But the applause was a dull roar; I just wanted to go home. A recent project had left me with a shattered arm, a fresh, angry scar hidden under my gown. Ethan called it a small price for victory. Back in our penthouse, the celebratory champagne sat untouched. Ethan was on his phone, his voice a low, charming murmur. Then my phone buzzed with an unknown number. "This little flower is ready to bloom for you tonight." My breath hitched. Before I could react, another message arrived: a selfie of a young woman, maybe twenty. She was in my bed, the custom headboard, silk sheets, and specific grey walls unmistakable. "On your wedding bed, how scandalous!" the caption read. A cold wave washed over me, a chilling realization that shattered my arm felt with sudden, sharp pain. All my success, all my sacrifices for him, felt like a cruel, elaborate lie. He was letting a child play in our bed. Disgust curdled in my stomach as I looked at the man I had loved. Something inside me broke more completely than any bone. The love died. Only a cold, clear decision remained: I would bring his entire empire crashing down. I would take back my name, my life, and my freedom.