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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.
When Love Kills, And Then Reborns

When Love Kills, And Then Reborns

I was a successful Silicon Valley mogul, a man of immense wealth and, as it turned out, even greater naivety, deeply in love with my beautiful fiancée, Ava. Our meticulously planned future seemed perfect until tragedy allegedly struck: Ava "died" in a devastating rock-climbing accident, leaving my world utterly shattered and adrift. For years, in my grief, I poured millions of dollars into commemorative foundations and generously supported her "grieving sisters," Chloe and Zoe, genuinely mourning a love I believed was tragically lost. Then came the crushing blow: I stumbled upon her in Monaco – radiant, laughing, and shockingly alive on Liam Knight’s arm, their children by their side, oblivious to my existence. They were living a lavish life, funded entirely by the immense fortune I had unknowingly gifted them through her fabricated death, a calculated deception that bled me dry for years. The sheer shock of this colossal betrayal, the agonizing realization of decades of meticulously planned deceit perpetrated by those I trusted most, was so profound it literally stopped my heart. My previous life, built on a foundation of love and trust, crumbled to ash as I felt the ultimate sting of idiocy and a crushing, all-consuming fury that burned hotter than any pain. But death wasn't the end for me; it was merely a reset. I snapped awake in the familiar luxury of my sprawling Silicon Valley mansion, the annoying beep of my alarm no longer a nuisance, but a powerful clarion call. It was the precise morning Ava was supposed to 'die,' the very day that had marked the agonizing origin of all my past life's misery and betrayal. This time, however, I wasn't the heartbroken, unsuspecting fiancé anymore. I was reborn, armed with every single painful memory and a cold, unyielding resolve, and my objective was terrifyingly clear: meticulously reclaim everything they stole, and ruthlessly expose every single viper who dared to prey on my trust.
From Gala Humiliation to Corporate Vengeance

From Gala Humiliation to Corporate Vengeance

Ellie Vance, Chairwoman of Vance Legacy Holdings, brought her daughter, Chloe, to a school gala. Her husband, David Miller, an SVP at her family's company, had claimed urgent VLH business. But Ellie saw him on stage: beaming, accepting an award. Beside him, Sophia Hayes-his college girlfriend and VLH employee-and her young son. They looked like a family. The knot in Ellie's stomach turned to ice. When Ellie confronted him, David embraced Sophia and Ethan, declaring, "This is my answer." Later, Chloe cried, "That's my Daddy! She's the mistress!" The crowd laughed. David, her husband, then announced, "I don't know these people," even shoving Chloe away. His text followed: "Stop causing a scene. You' re embarrassing yourself." How could he deny them? The man whose career depended on VLH, her company. The humiliation deepened as Sophia threw cash, and the crowd, VLH partners, jeered. The final blow: Sophia posted doctored videos online, portraying Ellie as an unhinged stalker, inciting cyberbullying. Then, a junior lawyer, dispatched by David, threatened Ellie with a multi-million dollar VLH lawsuit. The injustice burned, cold and precise. He'd used her company to attack her and her child. A profound silence fell. Ellie met David's smirk, Sophia's triumph, and the sneering faces. "As of this moment," Ellie declared, voice steady, eyes ice, facing the lawyer, "you're fired." This was the Chairwoman's public declaration of war.
Poisoned Love, Calculated Death

Poisoned Love, Calculated Death

The yacht' s engine faded, leaving me stranded on a desolate island. My fiancé, Liam, and my adoptive sister, Brittany, had promised a celebratory pre-wedding adventure, but they left me there to die. For ten agonizing days, the emergency beacon on the smartwatch Liam gave me, supposedly a symbol of his protection, blinked unseen. He ignored my desperate signal, the battery dying, my hope dwindling with each passing hour. My leg was shattered, twisted at an unnatural angle from a wild boar attack, leaving me crippled and starving, death a patient shadow. Then, a man emerged from the jungle, a rugged survivalist named Jax, who became my savior, tending my wounds and feeding me. I fell for him, hard and fast, believing fate had replaced a false love with a real one. One night, the pulsing light of a satellite phone deep in the jungle shattered that illusion. I crawled to his hidden bunker, and heard Jax–whose real name was Jason Cole–reporting to Brittany, confirming my worst fears. "I need to stay here to ensure she doesn' t escape and challenge the heiress for her inheritance," he said, his voice cold and professional. Brittany' s chilling reply echoed through the night: "Just make sure it' s clean. No traces. The island will take care of the rest." My savior was my jailer, every kind gesture a calculated lie, every moment a performance. He was poisoning my wound, making sure the island would be blamed for my slow, agonizing death. But I wasn't just a victim; I was an architect, and I could build a storm. Sneaking into his high-tech bunker, I manipulated satellite weather data, designing a phantom hurricane aimed directly at the island. My fabricated storm was my only ticket off this island, but first, I had to survive the real monster trapped with me.