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Claimed by My Best Friend's Daddy

Claimed by My Best Friend's Daddy

Three years ago, Alicia Brown walked away from the only man who had ever made her feel undone. After a reckless one-night stand with a powerful stranger, she slipped out of his hotel suite, convinced that disappearing was the only way to protect her heart. No names or contact information were exchanged-only a connection so consuming it frightened her. She never imagined fate would bring her back to him. Until she steps into her best friend's home for the holidays... and comes face-to-face with Rhys Connell. Her best friend's father. The same man who gave her the most unforgettable night of her life. Wealthy. Controlled. Devastatingly composed. Rhys is a widowed billionaire with a reputation for discipline and emotional restraint, a man who would do anything to protect his daughter. The moment their eyes meet, the past ignites. He remembers the girl who trembled beneath his touch, the girl who vanished without a trace. And the only woman who has haunted him for three years. Now she is under his roof, laughing beside his daughter, and staying in the same house with him. Wanting her once was a secret. Wanting her now is betrayal. But Rhys has never been a man who forgets what belongs to him. And Alicia is about to learn that walking away from him once does not mean she was ever truly free. Trigger Warning: This novel contains mature themes, explicit sex scenes, and depictions of grief, trauma, and abduction. It is intended for adult readers. So, please read with care.
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.
Flash Marriage To My Ruthless Professor

Flash Marriage To My Ruthless Professor

I signed a prenuptial agreement with a cold-blooded Wall Street predator just to unlock my trust fund and fight my greedy stepmother. We were nothing more than legal roommates bound by a strict three-year contract. But to survive the corporate war at my family's company, I skipped my mandatory university finance class and paid a guy to answer the roll call for me. The stand-in was immediately caught and kicked out by the notoriously ruthless new professor. That night at dinner, I complained to my contract husband about the professor. "He's an unreasonable, arrogant dictator who gets off on torturing his students," I complained bitterly. My husband just calmly cut my steak and listened as I bragged about how I was going to fake-cry and manipulate the professor the next morning. I even rushed to the faculty office the next day and performed a desperate, tearful apology to an elderly man I assumed was the tyrant. I thought I had perfectly balanced my corporate war and my academic life. I thought I had fooled everyone. But when I confidently sat in the front row of the massive lecture hall, the heavy wooden doors pushed open. The terrifying new professor walked onto the podium and aggressively wrote his name on the chalkboard: Elliot Dillard. It was my contract husband. He looked down at me with cold, merciless authority, knowing every single lie I had told, and slowly called my name.
The Jilted Heiress And Her Spectacular Rebirth

The Jilted Heiress And Her Spectacular Rebirth

Kelsi Owens stood in front of the mirror in a six-figure gown, ready to marry into the wealthy Harrington family. But her fiancé, Jeb, didn't even look at her. He abandoned her right in the middle of the fitting because his widowed sister-in-law, Seraphina, called crying. That same night, Kelsi collapsed on her apartment floor with a ruptured appendix. Sweating and in blinding agony, she called Jeb for help. Instead of concern, she heard Seraphina laughing and party music blaring in the background. Jeb just snapped at her. "Stop being dramatic. Seraphina is the guest of honor tonight. I can't leave." He hung up, leaving her to call her own ambulance. Kelsi woke up from emergency surgery completely alone, only to receive a cold text from Jeb calling her fragile. To make matters worse, her toxic adoptive family didn't care that she almost died. They demanded she crawl back and apologize to Jeb just so they could keep leeching off her connections and trust fund. Lying in that cold hospital bed, the illusion finally shattered. For three years, she had always been the one left waiting. She realized she meant absolutely nothing to the people she loved. Kelsi didn't cry, and she didn't beg. She calmly texted Jeb to call off the engagement, blocked his number, and cut ties with her greedy relatives forever. She was finally walking away. What she didn't know was that the city's most ruthless billionaire had been watching her, and he was already weaving a golden net to claim her for himself.
The billionaire's affair

The billionaire's affair

Adan Cheriton, a middle aged young billionaire and the owner of Cherry Bordello and a sex addict whose past lead to his present, falls in love for the first time in his life with a young divorceé, Yamileth Weston. Their love life gets entangled as one of the girls whom Adan had sex with in his past claims to be pregnant for her and threatens him to marry her. Yamileth is broken hearted as she can't stand seeing her husband's seed growing in another woman's womb. She is aware of the past life of her husband. He use to have sex with his employees every morning in his brothel room. They come to an agreement to give this lady a large sum of money that can take care of her and her unborn child for the rest of their lives but she refuses. Every woman didn't only want his money alone but also his sex toy and body. Adan was great in bed and this lady can't lose out on him so she rejects the money, wanting to be his wife. Yamileth loses a baby to Adan before and has issues with conception again. Adan is stuck between accepting this woman because of her child but he loves his wife and can't do that. What will Adan do? Will he leave his wife for a total stranger because he has a son with her or will he make her his second wife? Adan wakes up after a long coma in the hospital. No one knew that he was involved in an accident as he remained in a coma for three months. Adan is surprised to see that no one knew about his coma or absence. He is also surprised to learn that a lot of things took place when he was away. Someone who looks just exactly like him takes his place but is evil. He rapes women, robs people and commits a lot of crime then runs away when he learns that Adan is coming back home. Adan faces the full wrath of people, especially his wife. Adan is confused but soon, he gets to understand what was going on when he meets with the person who took his place. He has a doppelganger that no one can see when they are together unless they are in separate places. What will Adan do when he finds out he has a doppelganger? What will happen to Adam when paying the price of his doppelganger? What will happen to his marriage with Yamileth? Find out what happens next in this interesting novel which is full of erotic romance, suspense, revenge, betrayal, lies and deceit.
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.