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The Accidental kiss

The Accidental kiss

Nathaniel Greyson has everything-wealth, genius-level intelligence, and the kind of charm that commands respect. To the world, he's untouchable, a perfectionist who can't be brought down. But beneath the surface lies a man shaped by betrayal, a cold, calculated being who views women as the root of all his pain. Love? It's nothing more than a weakness he'll never allow himself to indulge in. Lila Summers lives in an entirely different universe. Sweet, dreamy, and unassuming, she's perfectly content in her bubble of simplicity. Romance and heartbreak belong in books, not in her quiet life spent caring for her family and sketching her dreams on scraps of paper. But one rainy morning, fate has other plans. A slip on a wet pavement. A clumsy collision. A kiss that wasn't supposed to happen. In that fleeting moment, their lives become entangled in ways neither could have foreseen. Nathaniel is inexplicably drawn to her, his icy exterior cracking with every accidental encounter. And Lila, despite her best efforts, begins to feel her heart beat for the one man she should avoid. As Nathaniel's hatred toward women begins to waver, his darkest secrets threaten to resurface. And Lila, caught between her heart and her instincts, must decide if she's ready to step into a world filled with pain and uncertainty-all for the chance to love the man everyone believes is untouchable. With their worlds colliding, and their pasts refusing to stay buried, one thing becomes clear: Some accidents aren't mistakes. They're destiny.
MY BILLIONAIRE LOVER

MY BILLIONAIRE LOVER

My eyes lingered on the beauty in front of me, as I tried to knock out the bitter feeling from her words. "I can't love you, Anderson. My heart had been broken into a thousand pieces. Let's part ways," she stated, my heart almost leaping out of control. "Then, let me be the one to mend the broken pieces. Let me be your perfect gentleman." I held her hands closely, staring into her enchanting brown eyes. "I..." She stuttered, as I inched closer, claiming her lips, with only one thought in mind, "To claim her, and make her love me." ........... Within a week, Genevieve went through the toughest of times. Not only did her boyfriend of two years break up with her, she later realized her best friend was engaged to him. The ones she called her parents revealed they weren't her real parents and had betrothed her off to a Billionaire who was interested in marrying her-someone she never met before. With her heart broken into a thousand pieces, insecurities, betrayal, and childhood trauma calling unto her, she wasn't ready to give love another chance. Anderson, her betrothed, wasn't the sort to give up, and would give it every shot to cherish and love her. And most importantly, mend her broken heart and make her give love a second chance. Will her heart melt and give in to love? What could possibly go wrong when enemies from the past wanted them apart? Will their love stand the test of time?
The Stolen Life: A Billionaire Heiress's Reckoning

The Stolen Life: A Billionaire Heiress's Reckoning

I died on a Tuesday, run over by a horse. The last thing I saw was my father' s enraged face turning away, and heard my stepsister, Stella, let out a triumphant sob. Then, darkness. But suddenly, I was back. Standing in our Silicon Valley mansion. My father, a billionaire who controlled everything but his emotions, stood beside me. Across the room, Stella, the girl he' d raised as his own, held the shattered pieces of my mother' s locket-my only memento of her. "Oops," she purred, her voice dripping fake sympathy. That cold smile. I knew this scene. I remembered the rage that blinded me then, the scream that sealed my fate. In my first life, I had unknowingly played right into her hands. I raged, I screamed, I was banished. Then she swapped our bodies, trapping me in her life of torment at the horse sanctuary, where I eventually died-again. She literally stole my life, my identity, everything. How could my own father, blinded by her fake piety, always side with her over me? How could I have been so naive, so foolish, to fall for her every trick? The injustice burned hotter than any fury. Why did fate bring me back just to relive this nightmare? But this time, things would be different. The familiar sensation of horse hooves crushing my ribs was a vivid memory. I knew her plan, every single twisted step. And this time, I was ready. I would not scream. I would not lose. The game was on, and I, Gabrielle, was now holding the leash.
My Secretary Is The Mistress

My Secretary Is The Mistress

Helen James arrives at Cole Designs with quiet determination and a promise to herself never to mix emotions with work. Raised by a disciplined mother who taught her resilience, she believes success comes only through focus and sacrifice. Her first meeting with the company's powerful CEO, Cole Lucas, is tense, calculated, and unforgettable. Beneath his composed exterior lies a man burdened by a failing marriage, family pressure, and a growing loneliness he hides behind work. As Helen proves herself indispensable during a high-stakes project, professional respect slowly transforms into unspoken attraction. Late nights, shared responsibilities, and fleeting moments blur the line between employer and employee. Their connection deepens quietly until one vulnerable evening leads to a kiss neither can ignore. What begins as secret affection soon evolves into a clandestine romance built on stolen moments and hidden emotions. But their fragile bond is threatened when scandalous photos leak online, exposing their closeness and revealing Cole's unresolved marriage. Betrayal, misunderstandings, and external interference drive Helen away, even as she discovers she is pregnant with his child. Amid lies, manipulation, and emotional turmoil, she leaves the city to protect herself, forcing Cole to confront his mistakes and fight for the woman he loves. Reunited, they attempt to rebuild trust, only for another scheme to tear them apart. When the truth finally emerges, Cole realizes love requires more than passion-it demands faith. Determined not to lose her again, he publicly declares his love and proposes before the entire company, transforming secrecy into commitment. Through betrayal, scandal, and redemption, Helen and Cole must prove that love forged in adversity can survive anything-even the ghosts of the past. They build a family, face returning enemies, and secure their future, discovering that the strongest relationships are those tested by fire and rebuilt with trust.
The Billionaire's Proxy Bride

The Billionaire's Proxy Bride

My life was a picture-perfect dream. At 21, married to the successful real estate titan Marcus Thorne, I lived in a Manhattan penthouse fit for royalty. He adored me, called me his "Muse," showering me with exquisite art and personal gestures. I was pregnant, and our future, with its "little masterpiece" on the way, felt utterly secure. Then I found a hidden compartment in Marcus’s antique desk, revealing a chilling secret. Inside, a leather-bound scrapbook held dozens of photos of a woman strikingly similar to me—Isabelle Vance. A faded concert ticket, inscribed "For Izzy, my only dream, my eternal muse," confirmed my worst fear. My entire relationship, every tender word, every grand gesture, was a meticulously crafted lie, a painful echo of his past love. Humiliation and devastation washed over me, a physical blow to my gut. I, his beloved "Muse," was merely a stand-in. Our unborn child, conceived in this grand deception, twisted my insides. Brad, Marcus’s best friend, accidentally revealed the truth: "Izzy’s back! Thorne’s already ditching the pregnant kid-bride!" Isabelle herself then flooded my phone with gloating photos and videos of her and Marcus, reliving their old haunts. Every cherished gift, every thoughtful act, was revealed to be a cruel mimicry of his love for her. I was trapped in a gilded cage built on a lie. How could I possibly live with this soul-crushing betrayal? Who was I, truly, if my entire existence within this marriage had been a substitute? The raw despair was unbearable, eclipsing everything. My resolve hardened, brutal and swift. I walked out of my illusionary life, leaving New York and Marcus Thorne, and began the painful process of reclaiming my own future.
Carrying The Billionaire's Son

Carrying The Billionaire's Son

"Mommy look oh! There's a barbie!" I laughed when my son pointed to the big barbie in a toy store, I can really see it because it's right in front. "Do you want to buy it baby?" I will tease him. He just made a wish, goodness does he know how to make a wish? "Mom! You know im a boy. And barbie is not for me!" its defense. I just laughed, yes he is a boy. I was just pissing him off, because I wanted to piss off the baby but I really love him. We just went out of the toy store because he just insulted the toys on display there. I don't know if it's necessary to go to the mall if it's just insulting? "Mommy, I'm so happy!" he shouted smiling as I held his hand. "Hmm? And why is that baby?" I asked him and continued walking. "Because your always busy, I missed hanging out with you, playing with you, I miss mama" something touched my heart which makes me very emotional. Awww my heart baby, "Sorry baby, I'll get back to you. You know that I loved you right?" I asked him and he gave me a happy smile. "Yes mommy, I love you too, a million million times" he hugged me tight. I almost cried because of what my baby said. He maybe a mistake made by his father but I don't look at him that way, I love him and giving birth to him was my precious gift God gave to me. He is my life, my precious gift I can't live without. And even though it was difficult for me to conceive and raise him, it was all worth it. The pain, the sufferings, the emptiness I have felt was filled with happiness when my baby arrived. Its the duty of an omega, to find an alpha who satisfies and loved you till death, but it was just a mistake made by that m*therfucker?! A sound of an ice cream truck swept the baby away. His favorite is the one and only ice cream. Yep, you give him what he wants, he will follow what you want. Thats how he is very easy to manipulate... "Baby? Would you like an ice cream?" I asked here which explained to his face. "Really mommy?" he asked. I nodded and took his hand and started walking towards where the ice cream truck was "Baby" I called her and she turned to me. "Yes mommy?" he asked smiling. I'm sure he is very excited about the ice cream. "Stay here okay? Mommy will buy you an ice cream" I said and he nodded. I was relieved because of his answer. Even though I was nervous, I turned to the man who was selling ice cream. "Good afternoon!" I greeted her and smiled. "Good afternoon." he said smiling and arranged to use her. "Please buy two chocolate ice creams" I said here and he nodded. "For your son?" he asked and I nodded. "You're lucky, Iho" I turned my gaze to him, who I had been watching how he was making the ice cream. "Yes, I am very lucky. Because my son is alive, he is my happiness. Even though it was difficult for him to come out of my womb, it was relieved by happiness because he lived here" I explained at length that he became emotional with the man . "Yes? Why?" "Nothing. I just miss my son" the man smiled bitterly. "Here, take care of your child, right?" I nodded and paid the man. Poor him, I don't want to lose my son. I don't want to lose my life, my happiness. "Baby?" I call it. I turned to where he was earlier, but to my surprise he was gone. I can't stop panicking. No?!!! No please!! My baby?! Where are you?!!! Baby?!!!! "Baby?!!!" I called it but nothing. I started looking, I don't care if someone is looking at me, I have to find the baby. "Miss, have you seen my son? He's wearing a coffee brown jacket and black pants, his hair is pure black" He just shook his head. Oh my god?! how is it?? Where do I look now? The size of this mall, I can't find him especially when I'm alone. God?! Maybe he blinked? Take it for the money??? I have no money? Oh my god! No please. Please not my Winter! "Mommy!" I quickly turned to where that voice was. I saw him holding a teddy bear and looking at the man kneeling now and in front of him, I didn't recognize him anymore and turned around. I quickly ran to where Winter was and quickly knelt down and hugged me
The Barren Wife's Billion-Dollar Secret

The Barren Wife's Billion-Dollar Secret

My husband, Mark, and I had built a life on a promise: dual incomes, no kids. For our freedom, our shared dreams, he even urged me to get a hysterectomy. I agreed, believing it cemented our bond. Years later, he brought home two “orphans,” Kevin and Kate. They were small, dark-haired, and oddly resembled Emily White, his high school flame, now a rising exec in my own company. I played the loving mother, pouring my heart and billions into them for eighteen years. Then, at their fake graduation party—a party for a future they weren’t remotely qualified for—Mark cornered me. With a smug grin, he demanded I sign over my entire multi-billion dollar empire to Kevin and Kate. Emily White glided over, divorce papers in hand, her voice dripping with venom: “Thank you for taking care of Mark and *my* children. It’s time for our family.” My parents’ pleas and warnings were ignored as I signed away everything. I watched my life unravel, my legacy stolen by the people I cherished most. The children I raised, his own blood with Emily, mocked me. As I lay bleeding on the asphalt, victims of their orchestrated “accident,” Kevin even kicked me, “Stupid old bitch.” Kate laughed, “Thanks for the money, Mom.” Dying, the betrayal was unbearable, a sharp, cold satisfaction mixed with burning rage. Why? How could they? The injustice screamed, a silent vow forged in darkness. Then, light. I woke up. Back at that dinner table, years ago, where Mark first uttered the word “hysterectomy.” This wasn’t a second chance. This was my turn. My eighteen-year revenge began now.