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The Billionaire's Virgin Saint: Trained For Sin

The Billionaire's Virgin Saint: Trained For Sin

"Angela, please stop. Let me talk to you. Please, let me hold me like you asked. I'll do anything pleaseeee my angel", my voice was barely above a whisper and the words that came out sounded like it belonged to someone else. I don't know what I'm begging for, but it's urgent. Something's happening to me, and I love it. "Call me your angel again" she whispered, her lips brushing against my ear. The words sent a shiver down my spine . Her breath was warm against my skin, and as she bit down lightly on the lobe of my ear, I couldn't help but close my eyes, surrendering to her. ____________________________________ Ryan James has built his world around three things: his daughters, his mother and his empire. Everything else is secondary, including women. For him, relationships are transactional, and he's never cared about anyone's happiness... until he meets Angela. Angela is a woman haunted by her past. A stripper and the owner of an adult toy shop, she's learned to run from pain and avoid attachments. But when she agrees to marry the cold, gruff CEO, Ryan, to settle a debt, she's forced into a marriage that demands her to stay. As the two navigate their complicated union, Ryan finds himself drawn to Angela– something he's never felt for anyone before. But can he face the demons that have shaped him? And can Angela stay still long enough to confront her own fears? Or will her past always make her run?
He Said He Loved Her, But She Kissed Me

He Said He Loved Her, But She Kissed Me

My life was falling apart, much like my Brooklyn apartment with its persistent leak. Then, I stumbled back into the life of Gabrielle Chadwick, the woman who' d ripped my soul out three years ago, only to find her in my best friend' s bed. She was now a ruthless tech CEO, engaged to the same insidious man who' d convinced me I was just her "project." My old wounds bled anew, and I tried to escape, even inventing a fake girlfriend. But Gabrielle wouldn't let me go; she trapped me, demanding answers, which I met with accusations of her playing games. At a lavish industry event, to finally sever our toxic tie, I publicly declared my love for someone else, shattering her. Hours later, she found me, furious, desperate, and after slapping me, kissed me like her life depended on it. We reignited, but then she vanished for an "emergency meeting," leaving me with that familiar sinking feeling. The next day, news broke: Gabrielle was merging her company and marrying her fiancé, and I was fired, my project snatched away as a condition of their deal. Heartbroken, I deleted her number, booked a flight to Berlin, ready to erase her from my life for good. But as my boarding call echoed, the airport screens flashed: "Merger Off! Chadwick Innovations Stock in Freefall!" Then, I heard her scream my name, saw her running towards me barefoot through the terminal, tears streaming down her face, telling me everything was a lie and a fight for us.
His Neglected Wife

His Neglected Wife

My marriage to tech billionaire Carter Ashton was a cold, calculated alliance. We projected power at Dallas galas, but privately, it was pragmatic and devoid of love. Then, one sleepless night, my world shattered. I picked up Carter's tablet, left carelessly. His opened messages revealed "BLH"—Brooke Lynn Hayes, his young intern: "Tonight was amazing. You’re incredible." "Can’t wait to see you again, away from… her." My husband, married for reliability, was just like my scandalous father. The betrayal turned visceral when Brooke Lynn, thinking *I* was the "other woman," burst into my home with friends and attacked me. As they tore at my clothes, Carter arrived. He didn't defend me, his wife; instead, he dismissed it as a "misunderstanding," protected his intern, and offered a museum board seat to buy my silence. "She’s just a kid," he sneered, "she got carried away." His words cut deeper. To be dismissed, humiliated, and told his infidelity was "how it works in our world"—casually offered "discreet companionship" if "unfulfilled"—ignited a raw fury. He disregarded my pain, despite knowing my mother's quiet suffering from similar affairs. But I wouldn’t be my mother. His callousness wasn't just a wound; it was a spark. Done with being silent and suffering, I decided to play his game. My phone buzzed: "Heard you had some excitement. Need a distraction? - R." Rhys Donovan. A new game, on my terms.
After Divorce

After Divorce

"Some loves are written in the stars. Others are carved in sin." Sophia Chen never met her stepfather; she was too busy living her dream abroad to attend her mother's wedding. Two years later she returns home exhausted and broken from a failed relationship, the man who opens the door isn't just her mother's husband. He's everything she never knew she needed. Marcus Reid is hot, tall, intelligent, and trapped in a loveless marriage with a woman who sees him as nothing more than a convenience. The moment he meets Sophia, something shifts inside him, something dangerous, something he can never act on. For months, they orbit each other in agonizing silence. Late-night conversations. Stolen glances. A tension so thick it threatens to suffocate them both. Marcus struggles against thoughts that invade his most intimate moments with his wife, while Sophia battles a desire that grows stronger every day. Then Diane asks for a divorce. Six months later, they bump into each other again, no longer bound by marriage, no longer forbidden by law. Just two people who've denied a burning desire for too long. But freedom comes with a price. Because Diane didn't just leave Marcus for another man. She left because she knew. She'd watched them fall for each other in real time. She'd heard Marcus moan Sophia's name in their bed. And now that they're finally together, she's going to make sure they pay for every stolen moment, every forbidden thought, every lie they told themselves. Some secrets destroy families. Some loves are worth the ruin.