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A Nanny for the Billionaire

A Nanny for the Billionaire

The beautiful Ashley Olden takes up a job as a nanny for a billionaire she can't stand, Henry Allen. Things turn around when she uncovers the secret about his unfaithful wife. Soon feelings begin to spark when he divorces his wife and Ashley begins to find the job of caring for Asher twice as hard. Henry is used to getting anything he wants and Ashley is no exception. However their love will have to endure the test of their denial, Henry's ruthless family and the world. *** He looked away, a failed attempt to hide the wide smile on his face. He loved the fact that he could elicit such a reaction from her. His fingers drummed against the table beside him, causing the tray on it to slightly shake. “How did you sleep?” She dramatically cleared her throat. “Quite well, I guess. And you?” When she looked up at him, her eyes held questions that he had answers to, but of course, he was going to tease her a bit and make her squirm. He loved to see her turn red from embarrassment. “Your breakfast is getting cold. I did not think you were going to be asleep for so long…” Her eyes widened in what was unmistakably elation. “Thank you." She proceeded to get out of bed, the blankets fell to the ground, and then she looked down at herself. She was clad in sheer blood-red lacy lingerie. It was shaped like a corset and clung tightly to her, accentuating her figure. It was a flowery pattern barely covering her body. The low-cut breast cup of the lingerie did not help as it only pushed up her breasts, making them appear bigger than they were. She feared if she bent slightly they would spill out from the flimsy hold of the lingerie. Henry did not think she could turn any redder than that, but then there she was. Her eyes widened like saucers, her mouth hung open. From her expression, he could tell her thoughts were all over the place with speculations of what had happened last night. He loved the fact that the look on her face was not one of disgust or regret. She was shy to look him in the eye. She opened her mouth to speak but decided against it. “You might be wondering what happened last night?” he asked, amusement clear in his tone. He got to his feet and covered the distance between them. The bed dipped at the point where he got on it. Ashley couldn’t look him in the eye. She was shy, to say the least. Of course, she had thought about it with Henry. Heck, she had even looked forward to it. Now, faced with the reality that it might have happened, she couldn’t look him in the eye. Could it, though? She asked herself. He had said before that if it ever happened… “I told you before that when it happens…” he slowly caressed her face with the back of his fingers. “…no amount of alcohol would make you forget it…” She let out an involuntary gasp when he leaned towards her, his tongue darted out and tickled her earlobe...
The Betrayed Widow's Unexpected Genius Comeback

The Betrayed Widow's Unexpected Genius Comeback

When Christina woke up in the hospital after a severe car crash, her brain didn't just recover—it mutated. She was suddenly cursed with an agonizing, high-speed hyper-memory. The first thing her new mind processed was the pristine Army uniform of her fiancé, Major Burke, and the hand of her stepsister, Corrina, casually stroking his shoulder. Every lie, every gaslighting sigh, and every secret glance between them over the past three years flashed before her eyes with merciless clarity. Christina immediately called off the engagement, demanding only one thing back: her late mother's old silver pendant. "A broken pendant? Are you really making a scene over that piece of trash?" Corrina scoffed. Burke refused to return it, letting his spoiled sister Brielle steal it to wear as a trophy. When Christina finally forced them to hand it over under the threat of a military scandal, the metal was covered in deep, ugly scratches. The arrogant Clark family treated her like a pathetic, hallucinating widow clinging to a worthless dollar-store trinket. They had no idea what they had actually been holding. Alone in her apartment, Christina pressed a drop of her blood into the pendant's scratched grooves. A blue light flared, syncing instantly with her neural implant to unlock the "Ghost Protocol"—a top-secret military archive that also held a hidden clue about her supposedly dead husband. Looking at the unimaginable power now downloaded directly into her brain, Christina knew the Clarks hadn't just thrown her away. They had handed her the world.