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The Carrero Effect (Carrero series book 1)

The Carrero Effect (Carrero series book 1)

Emma Anderson has everything in her life worked out. She has her perfect job in a Manhattan empire allowing her to live a quiet and organised safe existence. A necessity to her, after a childhood filled with bad memories, abuse, and a mother who was less than useless. But, with it comes a problem, one that could derail everything she thought she needed in her life. Her promotion sends her straight into the close employment of young, gorgeous, playboy billionaire, Jacob Carrero with his formidable reputation for being a player. Stuck as his right-hand man, every waking moment of every single day, she realises he is exactly the type of person who could drive her crazy, and not in a good way. Like chalk and cheese, he is everything she's not. Compulsive, confident, laid back, dominant and fun, with a seriously laid back attitude to casual sex and dating. Jake is the only one with an ability to steamroll over her manicured ice maiden exterior, who is not phased by the closed in demeanour and cool manners, but as much as she wants to, letting him in is another thing entirely. A past that made her man wary and no desire to ever let one close enough to hurt her again, Jacob Carrero has his work cut out. He is not someone who takes NO for an answer and will have to learn how to break through if he wants more than the mask she shows the world. Jake needs to show her that even some one like him can change when that one girl that matters breaks through. Love-able sexy characters and deep emotional topics.
His Revenge, My Unwanted Fortune

His Revenge, My Unwanted Fortune

My perfectly curated life, built on seven-figure deals and an untouchable career, shattered with a single phone notification. It was a photo of my husband, Mark Johnson, on a boat with another woman, her finger adorned with a diamond that wasn't mine, a smile on his face I hadn' t seen in years. The caption: "My future." The world spun. I walked out of a multi-million-dollar meeting and drove, aimless, until an unknown number rang. It was Ethan Hayes, my college sweetheart, a billionaire now. His invitation- "Come have a drink with me. For old times' sake"-felt like a desperate lifeline. I clung to him, fueled by betrayal, mistaking newfound passion for a fresh start. We divorced Mark quickly, publicly, brazenly, thinking it revenge. I was a fool. The nightmare began a month later. Explicit photos, private messages, my address-all leaked online. Chloe Miller, the marketing executive, became a public spectacle, a cautionary tale. My company fired me; clients vanished. Ethan' s number was disconnected. He was gone. Then the call came: my parents were dead, their hearts giving out under the weight of the scandal he created. He had orchestrated every single step. This wasn't love; it was meticulously planned, cold-blooded revenge. He ruined my life, my reputation, my family. And now, he wanted to buy my silence. I would rather starve than take a single dollar from the man who murdered my parents. And standing in my ravaged apartment, I finally understood the full, brutal truth: I was pregnant with his child.
Rejected Proposal, Found Forever

Rejected Proposal, Found Forever

The air in the Hayes family ballroom was thick with money and expectation. Five years. It had been five years since Ethan Miller, a man on the cover of tech magazines, had last stood in a room like this, surrounded by the same welcoming, curious faces. Then he saw her. Chloe Hayes, weaving through the crowd, a vision in silver. She stopped before him and got down on one knee, producing a ring from a small, velvet box. "Ethan Miller," Chloe announced, her voice ringing with confidence. "I was a fool to let you go. Marry me." Everyone stared at him, their faces glowing with anticipation, recalling the boy who loved Chloe with a desperate, all-consuming passion. But Ethan's gaze was flat. His mind drifted back to their engagement party five years ago, the night she stood on a stage and accused him of being a fraud, claiming he stole the technology meant to make his name-all to protect another man. The memory didn't sting anymore; it was just a fact. He finally broke the silence. "I'm sorry, Chloe. I can't accept." Whispers erupted. Chloe's perfect facade cracked. "Moved on? Ethan, don't be ridiculous. It's always been you and me." "No," he corrected gently. "It was you and me. It isn't anymore. I'm married." As if on cue, a woman with warm, intelligent eyes and a little girl with Ethan's dark hair entered the ballroom. "Daddy!" the little girl cried, running to him. Ethan knelt, not for Chloe, but for his daughter. Chloe remained on the floor, the ring box in her hand, her reality shattered. "No, this isn't real. You're lying." "I don't entertain trash, Chloe," Ethan said, his voice cold. His wife, Sarah, stepped forward, fierce and protective. "He's my husband. We were married three years ago. If you continue to harass my family, I will see you in court." Ethan turned his back on Chloe, walking away with Sarah and Lily. He was finally, completely free.
Confined To Mr. Billionaire.

Confined To Mr. Billionaire.

"Curiosity killed the kitty Miss Jackson. My body tensed. I turned slowly around to find Mr. Parker standing in front of me, hands in his pants pockets. I bit my lower lip. I expected him to be furious when I glanced at him. His expression was emotionless. He then began heading toward me, and I stepped back. This continued until my back collided with the door. Then he put one hand on my side and leaned forward, close to me. "Miss Jackson, what was rule number three?" His face was so close to mine that I couldn't breathe. Why couldn't I answer his question? Because I was more concerned with the space between us. "I had a question for you, Miss Jackson." He said it once more. "T-that t-there are forbidden spots i-in the home where I shouldn't g-go." "You seem to recall the regulations. This is one of those forbidden regions. So, the next time you get yourself into trouble, think again." I gazed at him. I became caught in those sea-colored eyes. Mr. Parker is the only man who has ever had such an impact on me. I feel anxious when I'm near him. I'm not sure what this emotion is, but it's distinct. A sensation I've never had with anybody else. "Understood?" he inquired one again. I agreed by nodding. "Certainly, Mr. Parker." ***************** Liam Parker is a billionaire who is 25 years old. The only thing that matters to him is his kid and his profession. He is arrogant, attractive, and cruel. Anna Jackson is a 24-year-old simple and joyful girl who lives in an orphanage with her Nanny. What will happen when Anna arrives as Liam's son's babysitter? Let's see what happens in the story.....
Elaine's Fury: The Woman Reborn

Elaine's Fury: The Woman Reborn

For five years, they told me my cousin Juliette was in Asia, atoning for a data breach that almost destroyed our family's tech company. I played my part as Elaine Stewart, the perfect philanthropic daughter, engaged to my father's brilliant successor, Cole. My life was a carefully managed performance to uphold our family's public image. That lie shattered on the night of our biggest product launch. I saw them on the private airfield next to the event hall. My fiancé, Cole, and my cousin Juliette. And between them, holding both their hands, was a little girl. My world stopped. The girl was Kiarra, the four-year-old "niece" Cole had told me about. His daughter. I soon discovered my entire life was a PR stunt, a shield for their secret family and a much darker corporate crime. My own father had framed Juliette for a data breach he orchestrated, and she was blackmailing him. My mother was in on it, funding their lavish life to ensure their silence. Then I found the video call recording. My cousin and my fiancé, laughing at me. "My sweet, naive charity case of a cousin," Juliette's voice dripped with mockery. "She's so easy to fool." They thought I was a pawn, good for photo ops and nothing more. A cold fury burned through the shock, melting away the girl I used to be. The company's annual shareholders' meeting was in two weeks, live-streamed to the entire world. They were expecting a celebratory corporate video. But this year, I would replace it. I would replace it with irrefutable proof of the affair, the secret family, and the blackmail. They were about to find out how wrong they were.
The Runaway Wife's Resolve

The Runaway Wife's Resolve

My life with Ethan was a dream. High school sweethearts, married five years, he was a charismatic tech mogul, and I loved him deeply. Then, I got pregnant, and he seemed absolutely over the moon, especially when we learned it was twins. That dream shattered when I overheard a hushed conversation between Ethan and our fancy OB-GYN. He was demanding an early C-section for me-not for my health, but to align with his mistress Chloe's due date. The "twins" he cried tears of joy over? One was hers, a sickening ploy to pass off her baby as ours for a crucial inheritance. My world tilted on its axis as I discovered I was only carrying one healthy baby. His tearful joy, his endless doting-every cherished moment was a well-rehearsed performance. When I fled, he staged a massive "missing person" search, dragging me back to his hospital while still talking about our "high-risk twins" to control me. Then, on our wedding anniversary, I found him with Chloe, kissing her passionately, planning their wedding right there in the hospital wing he always steered me away from. How could the man I'd loved for a decade be such a monstrous deceiver, using my body, my pregnancy, and my life as pawns in his twisted game? The hypocrisy burned, the casual cruelty a punch to the gut. Everyone around him, even our doctor, was complicit in this horrifying web of lies. But as I watched his humiliating, live-streamed "wedding" to his mistress from my hospital bed, my heartbreak hardened into icy resolve. I finally understood the extent of his betrayal, and that very realization ignited a fierce determination within me. I signed the divorce papers, ready to escape this gilded cage and fight for my freedom and my child's future, no matter the cost.
The Billionaire's Perfect, Plastic Wife

The Billionaire's Perfect, Plastic Wife

For five years, I played the part of the perfect wife to Knox Steele, heir to a media empire. My life was a curated masterpiece, a reward for surviving the car accident his stepsister, Gemma, caused-an accident that was meant to kill me. At a charity gala, I saw her. Gemma, supposed to be locked away in rehab, was glowing. She was holding the hand of a small boy. And next to her, laughing as the boy tugged on his jacket, was my husband. Hiding in the shadows, I heard the boy call Knox "Daddy." I heard them planning his birthday party for the next day at our lake house-a "family-only" trip I was, as always, excluded from. Then I heard Gemma' s voice, laced with poison. "What about Adelaide? Will she be a problem?" "Don't worry about her," Knox said, his tone dismissive. "I'll tell her it's a business retreat. She'll stay home like a good little wife. Poor thing." My entire five-year marriage was a performance. A carefully constructed cage to keep me quiet while they lived their real life right under my nose. I wasn't family. I was the cover story. But the final betrayal was discovering their plan to drug my morning coffee, to keep me sedated and "unwell" so I wouldn't interfere with their celebration. They weren't just lying to me; they were going to incapacitate me. That's when the woman he married died. I signed the divorce papers, walking away from billions. I wanted nothing from them but their ruin. And as I watched them cut the birthday cake at the lake house, I smiled. My gift was on its way.