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Yours By A Contract

Yours By A Contract

*** With his fingers, he slipped off the silk nightgown I was putting on, and cold shivers coursed through my body. He leaned forward and kissed my neck, I stifled a moan, how was I going to tell him I had never done this with anyone? I was a virgin! I felt vulnerable as he savored my naked body. His bulge erection showed through his pajamas. He dipped his fingers into my mouth, drawing saliva. Let him be, let him have his way, he wants a baby? Sure! But lord knows once this contract is over, I’m leaving with my child! My thoughts didn’t let me notice until I felt his finger dip into her core. Two fingers, three fingers, and I could not bear the pain any longer. “Alex, I. I haven’t…I’m a virgin! It hurts! ***** “Girls night gone wrong!” Zoe ends up finding herself with someone’s death on her hands after she storms out of the bar angry. The scene is seen by no one, except the workers of a ruthless billionaire. The billionaire, Alex hears about this and traps Zoe into a contract marriage to appease his mum who had been disturbing him to get settled, or else she( Zoe) faces exposure of her deepest. With no other choice she enters, but with a condition; he won’t ever have sex with her! At some point in this novel, Zoe gets pregnant! And someone is out to get Alex, attacking him through people he cares about! Find out more in the book.
Entangled With The Cold-Hearted CEO

Entangled With The Cold-Hearted CEO

"I'll pay for her surgery, Aaliyah. She'll get the best surgeon," he said, his eyes glinting with a calculating intensity. "You'll never have to worry about money again. But you'll have to be my bride." He said, his cold eyes boring holes into me. "Let's get married." I felt like I'd been punched in the gut. Married? To Damon Hernandez? Is this a dream? Who would've guessed. I'm more intrigued than scared. A loveless marriage. I'm used to all sorts of loveless relationships except this one.... This one is interesting. *** Betrayed and heartbroken by her boyfriend and step sister, Aaliyah's life is turned upside down when her sick sister's condition. Racked with pain and hurt, she drinks all her worries away. And that's how she had a nightstand with the enigmatic billionaire, Damon. Their whirlwind encounter sparks a scandal that can only be silenced by one thing: marriage. But can Aaliyah trust the cold-hearted Damon, who hides secrets behind his piercing gaze? Two unlike beings. Social status far apart... As they navigate their unlikely union, Aaliyah finds herself drawn to the dark attraction that is Damon. But will their love be enough to thaw his frozen heart, or will their differences tear them apart? He's cold... Heartless yet her heart's not backing off. She knows that he's a dangerous attraction with enemies from all angles and a family rivalry but she's past caring..... She wants to kiss this devil... Even if she gets burned in the process...
The Wife He Cast Out

The Wife He Cast Out

The freezing rain lashed at my face as David locked me out for the third time this week. My voice trembled as I begged, "David, please. It' s cold. Let me in." His only answer was the TV volume growing louder, a clear sign he didn' t care. Just five years ago, I was Sarah Miller, Wall Street' s "Golden Eyes," a financial genius with a fortress of wealth. Then David Smith arrived, charming and protective, convincing me to trade my career for a quiet life, a family, pouring all my assets into his hands. I even underwent a "special procedure" he insisted on-a bone marrow transfer that left me with a permanent chill and weakness, supposedly to protect his health and our prosperity. A year later, his college sweetheart, Olivia White, walked back into his life. Tonight, as I shivered on the porch, our 8-year-old son, Ethan, opened the door, his face a cold copy of his father' s. "Dad said you need to think about what you did wrong," Ethan announced, flatly. "Olivia is here. She' s way nicer than you." David and Olivia appeared, his arm around her, a smug look on his face. "Still out here, Sarah?" he sneered. "Maybe the cold will knock some sense into you. You' ve become useless. All you do is spend my money." "Your money?" I whispered, the words catching in my throat. "David, it was my money. My life' s work." Olivia laughed a sharp, unpleasant sound. "Oh, Sarah. That was a long time ago. You' re just a housewife now. David is the one making the real moves." He pulled her closer. "I' ve been investing our money into Olivia' s tech startup. It' s the future. It' s for Ethan' s education." The blatant lie stole my breath. I had seen the financials; her startup was a fraudulent mess. He was stealing from me to fund his affair. "You' re lying," I said, finding my voice. "That company is worthless. You' re throwing our money away on her." His face hardened. "Don' t you dare question my judgment. You gave up that life, remember?" Even Ethan parroted, "Yeah, Mom! Dad' s smart. Olivia is smart. You just cook and clean." Their words, twisting my son' s voice, finally broke me. I looked at David' s face and saw no love, just a manipulator who saw me as a bank account. My sacrifice wasn' t love; it was a successful transaction. The cold rain no longer bothered me. A clarifying rage settled deep within. The naive woman on the doorstep was gone, mourned by no one but herself. I stopped pleading. I stopped shivering. My eyes, clear and steady for the first time in years, saw him for what he was: a self-serving thief. Without a word, I turned and walked away, leaving him shouting, "Sarah! Where are you going? Get back here!" I didn' t look back. He thought I was a washed-up housewife, but he had forgotten about the Golden Eyes. They built their empire with my money. I was going to take it all back. And then, I was going to burn their world to the ground.
My Ruthless Uncle's Justice

My Ruthless Uncle's Justice

My alarm buzzed, a cheerful tune that mocked the dread in my stomach. Today was the day: our family road trip to Vegas. Last time, it was the day I died. I remembered the screech of tires, shrill against hot asphalt. The sickening crunch of metal, the world swirling upside down. Then, the suffocating smell of gasoline, my own blood. Frank – my father – had orchestrated it all. He'd meticulously sabotaged our car, intent on murdering my mother and me for our organs. His mistress, Jessica, had a dying son, Leo, and we were merely unwilling donors for their twisted scheme. I gasped, shooting bolt upright in my cramped suburban bedroom. The morning sun streamed through the cheap floral wallpaper, a cruel contrast to the grim reality that had just resurfaced. The gruesome memory of my death, brutally betrayed by my own flesh and blood, washed over me like a tidal wave of ice and raw panic. My blood ran cold. This wasn't a nightmare; it was today. The same day he planned to carve me up for parts. How could a father, the sworn protector, conceive such a monstrous act for another woman' s child? The sheer injustice, the chilling horror of it, was unbearable, turning my stomach. But then, the nausea receded, replaced by something cold, hard, and sharp: pure, unyielding rage. I wasn't that naive 19-year-old anymore. I was a ghost with a score to settle. This time, there would be no crash. No organs harvested. This time, they would be the ones to feel pain.