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Enemy or Ally

Enemy or Ally

In the dead of night while the cool breeze blew, a shadow was seen briefly, as if it never existed, never was. What made this shadow different from the others however was the fact that it was a human shadow. The figure of a young lady could be seen briefly at different points at the mansion before disappearing, as if it was a phantom. The figure avoided everyone patrolling in a skillful manner, almost as if it wasn't the first time carrying out activities like this during this unholy hour but then again, what exactly does she want to do. The figure of the lady appeared inside the mansion, she was walking this time, walking like she owns the place as she knew exactly when and where to turn to in order to avoid those patrolling, she had her target, and although she's an assassin, she has her principle and her morals, she won't kill wantonly. "Your dad was a good man, a good friend but he was killed! For what reason? Just because he was successful? They didn't even spare your mom! It's a miracle you're alive but that was their mistake." She could hear the voices of her Boss in her head while walking. Her parents were dead, killed just because of their possessions and she was going to kill them all one by one, she'll kill them in a painful way, very slowly and she saved the best for last too... "This is the breaking news, a report just came in concerning the cold blooded murder of...
BENNY'S HEART

BENNY'S HEART

Benny has known struggle her whole life. Growing up in extreme poverty, she has carried the weight of her family's financial burdens since childhood. At just five years old, she learned that dreams meant nothing without money. By the time she turns twenty, she's exhausted mentally, emotionally, and physically. A law student on the verge of breaking, Benny juggles endless jobs, both online and offline, hoping to escape the cycle of poverty. But no matter how hard she tries, every effort ends in failure. Depression clings to her like a shadow, making school even harder. Her grades slip. Her dreams start to feel impossible. Then, just when she's ready to give up, one job offer changes everything. She lands a ghostwriting position in the world's most powerful multi-billion-dollar publishing company. It's supposed to be a lifeline, a way to finally provide for her family. But she never expects to collide headfirst with the heir to the company. The cold, ruthless, and dangerously charming billionaire successor. ADRIAN STERLING He's Arrogant, controlling, and untouchable. Feared by employees, respected by competitors. Emotionally unavailable-or so it seems. A man who gets everything he wants, except Benny. They start off as enemies. He sees her as just another employee-or worse, a threat to his perfect empire. Benny, on the other hand, has zero interest in playing his games. She refuses to be intimidated. She refuses to back down. But something about her gets under his skin. Maybe it's her sharp tongue. Maybe it's the way she doesn't worship him like the rest. Or maybe... it's the fact that for the first time in his life, he's met a woman who doesn't want him. Benny doesn't believe in love. To her, it's a fairytale designed to trap people in lifelong misery. > "If you want to be happy, don't think about love. Don't even think about marriage." But he? He can't stop thinking about her. For the first time in his privileged, powerful life, he is the one chasing. And when secrets begin to unravel, when past pains, betrayals, and deep scars come to light, Benny will have to decide: Will she let herself fall? Or will she keep running... even if it means breaking both their hearts?
The Billionaire's Savage Daughter: A Return For Vengeance

The Billionaire's Savage Daughter: A Return For Vengeance

WARNING: THIS BOOK CONTAINS RAW, STEAMY, AND EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT. IF YOU'RE NOT 18+, PLEASE ABSTAIN!!! The room spun around me, but all I could focus on was him, the heat of his touch, the hunger in his gaze, that was all my satisfaction. Lycandar pressed me down on the bed, but my head was still tilted up, and his mouth slowly and roughly went in-between my legs. The first powerful rough contact of his tongue made my body tense in anticipation and eagerness, his delicious mouth wrapped around my clit and I fell back on the bed, unable to even hold my body up anymore. When he swirled his tongue over my entrance ridge, my hand flew to his hair and I pulled him to look at me. "Good job, daddy." I praised and he just smirked and said, "Don't be quick to run into a conclusion, I'm just beginning, sweetie..." and he slowly traced his way back to my pussy. He bent down again and began to devour me, eating me whole and his slutty tongue swiping its way all over my wetness. He shifted his jaw open more, using his hand to spread me open for his tongue and I felt his mouth sucking my exposed clit. "Lycandar..." I muttered and began to shake under his onslaught, his deep chuckle vibrated my pussy and I bit my cheek to prevent a moan. He began to lay kisses on my swollen clit before he began to suck on my juice, filling his mouth with all of me, my fingers gripping the bed sheets hard. Whatever he was doing to me was like nothing I've ever felt before, my whole body was paying attention to the way he takes care of my pussy. Something this good must be sin, it has got to be sin cause fuck... I'm feeling too good, too good. He didn't stop, after sucking off my juice, he slid his tongue up and caught my sensitive clit again. A low yelp escaped my mouth as I tried to pull his head away from my pussy but it didn't seem to have any effect on him. Fuck. He's gonna knock me senseless if he continues this way, my whole part was still very much sensitive after cumming so hard and this man isn't giving me a breathing space, he was still latching on me like he was starved. "Lycandar... Please... I... I need you to..." I moaned, still wanting more "Just let me." He murmured against my rosy flesh before he raised my legs to place it on his shoulders.
My Husband's Secret Son

My Husband's Secret Son

My marriage to Andrew Lester was a fairy tale. I was Maria, a kindergarten teacher, and he was a real estate tycoon, giving me a life of luxury with our beloved five-year-old son, Caleb. He adored us, said we were his whole world, and I believed every word. Until a rain-slicked road in the Hamptons. One moment, Caleb was singing; the next, there was a deafening crunch. I woke in a hospital, searing pain through my body, Andrew' s face etched with what I thought was profound grief. He told me Caleb didn't make it, a tragic hit-and-run. But then, drifting between consciousness and hell, I heard voices outside my room. Andrew' s, cold and stripped of grief, asking, "Is it done?" A surgeon replied, "The liver was a perfect match for your son. Ryan is in recovery." Ryan? My blood ran cold, moments before another chilling revelation: "And the other matter? The hysterectomy was performed as you instructed." Andrew's casual cruelty solidified my nightmare: "Good. Be careful with her when she wakes. My wife is sensitive to pain." My husband, the love of my life, had murdered our son, harvested his liver for a secret child, and sterilized me to ensure that bastard would be his only heir. My world didn' t just break; it had been a calculated lie from the start. Lying there, with the fresh stitches on my abdomen a brutal testament to his betrayal, my grief transmuted into a cold, bottomless rage. He wore our son's handmade bracelet, a symbol of pure love now reeking of ultimate treachery. I knew then: I would endure this monster. I would play his game. And I would take everything from him, just as he had taken everything from me.
Betrayal's Cost: A Husband's Revenge

Betrayal's Cost: A Husband's Revenge

Ethan Hayes was in a late-night board meeting, his tech empire soaring, built on logic and precision. Meanwhile, his beautiful socialite wife, Amelia, was at another party, her laughter echoing, a champagne flute always in hand. He valued loyalty; she had other agendas. That night, a tagged photo on social media confirmed his long-held dread: Amelia, head on a younger man's shoulder, Leo Vance, an art student. This wasn't the first time, but it was the most blatant betrayal. He drove to their penthouse, only to find Amelia and Leo tangled on the couch, laughing. "Ethan. You're home early." Her voice was cool, dismissive. "Don't be scared, Leo. He won't do anything," she whispered, loud enough for him to hear. The final nail in the coffin of their marriage. The next day, what little rage he expected to feel was absent. Just cold clarity. He was done pretending. He met Dr. Maya Sharma, an astrophysics candidate his foundation was sponsoring. Brilliant, resilient, and unfairly defunded. "The truth is, your funding was specifically pulled and given to another, less promising project. Why did you lie about that?" He pressed. Maya confessed her funding went to Leo Vance, because Amelia, on the university board, had pulled strings. The humiliation deepened when he found Leo Vance, Amelia's lover, smugly preening in his private closet, wearing his silk robe. "She said you wouldn't mind. That you're used to sharing." The insult, casually delivered, hit harder than any blow. He wanted to scream. He was a man who valued control, and Amelia had turned him into a spectacle in his own home. He had become a stranger, an invisible guest. He had endured her betrayals for years, choosing convenience over self-respect, and now he was paying the price. But a new path had opened. He funded Maya' s project, and with a cold, calculated smile, set a plan in motion to reclaim his life. "Enjoy the penthouse," he' d told Amelia. "I won't be needing it anymore." This was his fight, and he was ready.