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A Taste For Trouble
Billionaires Seth Black isn't your average man.
He may wear a tailored suit, but don't let that fool you-he doesn't play by society's rules. He makes them. He lives untamed, unapologetic, and entirely in control.
A man of sharp edges and sharper appetites, Seth has no patience for innocence.
If you're single, looking, or too easy to love-keep walking.
But if you're off-limits? Married? Engaged?
Now you've got his full attention.
And once Seth decides he wants you, there's no turning back. He'll strip you bare-body, mind, and soul-until you forget every reason you ever told him no.
That's how this real estate titan moves-backwards, sideways, and straight through your defenses.
Then Alice Roberts walks into his office. She's not taken. Which makes her dangerous. He wants her.
She's the curve in his straight line.
The chaos in his control.
And the one woman he should probably stay away from... but never will.
What begins as a game of power and temptation quickly turns into a twisted dance of desire, secrets, and something dangerously close to love. The Lies That Loved Me
Billionaires
Daniella Marc never expected kindness. Not from the world. Not from people. And definitely not from love.
She'd learned early on-pain was constant, trust was dangerous, and hope was a lie wrapped in a prettier lie.
Until him.
He was everything she wasn't-wealthy, wild, untouchable. The charming boy with the crooked smile who looked at her like she was the only person in the world that mattered. He gave her everything she'd never had-a friendship that felt like home, a love that made her feel seen, and a future she almost believed was possible.
Almost.
Because love, like all good things, came with a price.
And Daniella paid in heartbreak.
Then fate did something rare-it offered her mercy. A twist of tragedy that erased her past and all its scars. She became someone new, someone untouched by pain. For seven years, she lived in blissful ignorance... until the past came knocking.
Now, a man dressed in black has crashed into her world-intense, dangerous, and impossibly familiar. He stirs something inside her. Something forbidden. Something lost. Something she doesn't understand.
She tries to resist, to run, to forget... but how do you run from a soul that's already entangled with yours?
As the dreams begin-dark, intimate flashes of a life she can't remember-Daniella realizes that the man she should hate might just be the one her heart never stopped choosing.
But the closer she gets to the truth, the more tangled the lies become.
And this time, if she falls again, she may not survive the landing. Irresistibly Untamed
Billionaires
When two fierce hearts collide, it's not love-it's war. And in war, someone always surrenders.
Amelia Stewart doesn't bow. She doesn't bend. She doesn't break. Raised to be strong, sharp, and unapologetically ruthless, she's built her empire from the ground up and learned never to depend on anyone but herself.
She's fire in heels, a force of nature wrapped in silk. Men admire her. Women envy her. But no one dares try to tame her.
Until Ethan Black.
Tech billionaire. Control freak. Devastatingly gorgeous and used to getting everything he wants-including people.
Especially people.
He's power in a suit, charm weaponized with a smile, and he's just found the one woman who refuses to play his game. The one woman who drives him insane. The one woman he can't stop wanting.
They clash like thunder and burn like gasoline-too intense, too wild, too dangerous.
And when secrets from the past crash into the present-including one that could change everything-Amelia and Ethan must face the truth: love isn't about control. It's about surrender.
But when pride runs deep and trust is fragile, surrender comes at a price.
And some hearts might not survive the fall. The Alpha's Forsaken
Werewolf "Scarlett..."
His voice was low, almost unsure, but hearing him say my name sent a jolt through my chest. I didn't turn around. My fingers curled into fists at my sides as I waited-waited for a confession, a reason to hope.
"I need you to know that-"
"There you are, Liam! We've been searching everywhere."
The voice snapped through the air like a whip, dragging me back to reality. I turned, slowly, already dreading what I'd see.
"Tiffany?"
"Scarlett." She smiled as though we were old friends, but her eyes held a challenge. "Has he told you yet? The full truth?"
"What truth?" I asked, feeling my stomach twist.
She glanced at Liam, who stepped closer to her. His hand slid around her waist like it belonged there.
"What is this?" I whispered, my voice trembling with betrayal.
"Talia is my mate," Liam said, and then-without hesitation-he kissed her.
As a werewolf, nothing prepares you for the moment you find your mate. It's more than emotion; it's instinct, a sacred bond you dream about since your first shift. I had hoped, believed, that Liam was mine. But in one cruel moment, the illusion shattered. It all happened the night the pack's Luna celebrated her birthday, the night I lost everything.
Scarlett Williams, a young and resilient she-wolf, bears the scars of betrayal and heartbreak after fleeing a pack that nearly destroyed her. She swore to never fall under the spell of an Alpha again. But when she's rescued by a mysterious, brooding Alpha named Caine, she's forced to confront both her fear and her instincts. Caine has his own dark reasons for keeping Scarlett close-and letting her go is not an option. What begins as protection slowly becomes something more dangerous: desire, secrets, and a fate neither of them expected. HIS REJECTION, MY REVENGE
Werewolf
He stood at the door and looked at us, lowering his voice and growling, "What the fuck are you doing, Stella? Do you have to have sex with another wolf in our room the day before our wedding anniversary?!"
'No, no, I didn't! Tristan, it's not like that!' I screamed in my mind.
I wanted to explain to him, to ask for his help, but I didn't have the strength to sit up or speak. I could only helplessly watch Tristan' expression change from anger to disappointment to indifference, and I couldn't do a damn thing about it.
"I should have known you were like this, Tristan. I knew it when we got engaged. You're so promiscuous that it makes me sick. I think it's time for us to end this alliance."
No, Tristan, no...
Tristan looked at me coldly and said the words that broke my heart: "I, Tristan Welsey of BloodyClaw Pack, officially reject you, Stella Graymond of Red moon Pack."
"You are no longer my Luna and no longer the BloodyClaw Pack's Luna," Tristan said, turning and leaving.
Our mating had sealed a fragile peace between our packs. We weren't true mates, but we'd built something-fragile, maybe, but real to me. On the night of our engagement, I was framed as for infidelity. Tristan didn't hesitate. He didn't let me explain before he furiously rejected me.
As I left the packgrounds, my heart torn open, my half-sister appeared-Charlotte. Her face twisted into a sneer.
"Finally out of the way," she said before thrusting a silver blade into my side. My last breath came with the truth-I'd been betrayed by them both.
But death was not the end.
The Moon Goddess found me. She showed me the truth. She gave me a choice. And I chose vengeance.
Now reborn before the tragedy, I will uncover every lie, unmask every traitor, and make them pay.
But nothing is ever that simple... because this life is filled with a lot of twists and turns. You might like
He Thought I Was A Doormat, Until I Ruined Him
SHANA GRAY The sterile white of the operating room blurred, then sharpened, as Skye Sterling felt the cold clawing its way up her body. The heart monitor flatlined, a steady, high-pitched whine announcing her end. Her uterus had been removed, a desperate attempt to stop the bleeding, but the blood wouldn't clot. It just kept flowing, warm and sticky, pooling beneath her.
Through heavy eyes, she saw a trembling nurse holding a phone on speaker. "Mr. Kensington," the nurse's voice cracked, "your wife... she's critical." A pause, then a sweet, poisonous giggle. Seraphina Miller. "Liam is in the shower," Seraphina's voice purred. "Stop calling, Skye. It's pathetic. Faking a medical emergency on our anniversary? Even for you, that's low." Then, Liam's bored voice: "If she dies, call the funeral home. I have a meeting in the morning." Click. The line went dead.
A second later, so did Skye. The darkness that followed was absolute, suffocating, a black ocean crushing her lungs. She screamed into the void, a silent, agonizing wail of regret for loving a man who saw her as a nuisance, for dying without ever truly living.
Until she died, she didn't understand. Why was her life so tragically wasted? Why did her husband, the man she loved, abandon her so cruelly? The injustice of it all burned hotter than the fever in her body.
Then, the air rushed back in. Skye gasped, her body convulsing violently on the mattress. Her eyes flew open, wide and terrified, staring blindly into the darkness. Her trembling hand reached for her phone. May 12th. Five years ago. She was back. After Divorce: My Arrogant Ex Regrets Calling Me Trash
Sea Jet Aurora woke up to the sterile chill of her king-sized bed in Sterling Thorne's penthouse. Today was the day her husband would finally throw her out like garbage. Sterling walked in, tossed divorce papers at her, and demanded her signature, eager to announce his "eligible bachelor" status to the world.
In her past life, the sight of those papers had broken her, leaving her begging for a second chance. Sterling's sneering voice, calling her a "trailer park girl" undeserving of his name, had once cut deeper than any blade. He had always used her humble beginnings to keep her small, to make her grateful for the crumbs of his attention. She had lived a gilded cage, believing she was nothing without him, until her life flatlined in a hospital bed, watching him give a press conference about his "grief."
But this time, she felt no sting, no tears. Only a cold, clear understanding of the mediocre man who stood on a pedestal she had painstakingly built with her own genius.
Aurora signed the papers, her name a declaration of independence. She grabbed her old, phoenix-stickered laptop, ready to walk out. Sterling Thorne was about to find out exactly how expensive "free" could be. His Twisted Game, My Dangerous Love
Elroy Notman Vesper's marriage to Julian Sterling was a gilded cage. One morning, she woke naked beside Damon Sterling, Julian's terrifying brother, then found a text: Julian's mistress was pregnant. Her world shattered, but the real nightmare had just begun.
Julian's abuse escalated, gaslighting Vesper, funding his secret life. Damon, a germaphobic billionaire, became her unsettling anchor amidst his chaos.
As "Iris," Vesper exposed Julian's mistress, Serena Sharp, sparking brutal war: poisoned drinks, a broken leg, and the horrifying truth-Julian murdered her parents, trapping Vesper in marriage.
The man she married was a killer. Broken and betrayed, Vesper was caught between monstrous brothers, burning with injustice.
Refusing victimhood, Vesper reclaimed her identity. Fueled by vengeance, she allied with Damon, who vowed to burn his empire for her. Julian faced justice, but matriarch Eleanor's counterattack forced Vesper's choice as a hitman aimed for her. Reborn Rich, My Vengeance Rises
Rabbit My husband, Ethan Vance, made me his trophy wife. My best friend, Susanna Thorne, helped me pick out my wedding dress. Together, they made me a fool.
For three years, I was Mrs. Ethan Vance, a decorative silence in his billion-dollar world, living a quiet routine until a forgotten phone charger led me to his office.
The low, feminine laugh from behind his door was a gut-punch; inside, I found Ethan and Susanna, my "best friend" and his CMO, tangled on his sofa, his only reaction irritation.
My divorce declaration brought immediate scorn and threats. I was fired, my accounts frozen, and publicly smeared as an unstable gold-digger. Even my own family disowned me for my last cent, only for me to be framed for assault and served a restraining order.
Broke, injured, and utterly demonized, they believed I was broken, too ashamed to fight. But their audacious betrayal and relentless cruelty only forged a cold, unyielding resolve.
Slumped alone, a restraining order in hand, I remembered my hidden journal: a log of Ethan's insider trading secrets. They wanted a monster? I would show them one. HIS DOE, HIS DAMNATION(An Erotic Billionaire Romance)
Viviene Trigger/Content Warning:
This story contains mature themes and explicit content intended for adult audiences(18+). Reader discretion is advised.
It includes elements such as BDSM dynamics, explicit sexual content, toxic family relationships, occasional violence and strong language.
This is not a fluffy romance. It is intense, raw and messy, and explores the darker side of desire.
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"Take off your dress, Meadow."
"Why?"
"Because your ex is watching," he said, leaning back into his seat. "And I want him to see what he lost."
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Meadow Russell was supposed to get married to the love of her life in Vegas. Instead, she walked in on her twin sister riding her fiance.
One drink at the bar turned to ten. One drunken mistake turned into reality. And one stranger's offer turned into a contract that she signed with shaking hands and a diamond ring.
Alaric Ashford is the devil in a tailored Tom Ford suit. Billionaire CEO, brutal, possessive. A man born into an empire of blood and steel.
He also suffers from a neurological condition-he can't feel. Not objects, not pain, not even human touch.
Until Meadow touches him, and he feels everything. And now he owns her. On paper and in his bed.
She wants him to ruin her. Take what no one else could have. He wants control, obedience... revenge.
But what starts as a transaction slowly turns into something Meadow never saw coming.
Obsession, secrets that were never meant to surface, and a pain from the past that threatens to break everything.
Alaric doesn't share what's his.
Not his company.
Not his wife.
And definitely not his vengeance.
After My Husband Cheated, I Married His Greatest Rival
Rabbit The rain assaulted the glass, mirroring the storm inside me. For three years, I, Vivian Sterling, played the perfect wife to Julian Kensington, draining my life. The antique clock ticked, a reminder of time lost.
Then, I found it: a blonde hair on Julian's suit, reeking of Midnight Rose, and a text, ""Candy: You left your cufflinks on my nightstand. I'm already missing you."" My world shattered, revealing his betrayal.
This was just the beginning. I exposed Julian's fraud and his family's violent plots, surviving assassination. But their malice stole my past. Then Alexander Vance, my protector, uncovered a terrifying truth: my birth mother was alive, held captive by a shadowy order. My life was a lie, built to shield me from my dangerous bloodline.
I found strength and love with Alexander, the man who walked into fire for me. Yet, as I prepared to rescue my mother, a new life stirred within me, a secret threatening to complicate the impending war. My Husband's Blindness, My Sweet Revenge
Winnie Suchoff The roasted lamb was cold, a reflection of her marriage. On their third anniversary, Evelyn Vance waited alone in her Manhattan penthouse. Then her phone buzzed: Alexander, her husband, had been spotted leaving the hospital, holding his childhood sweetheart Scarlett Sharp's hand.
Alexander arrived hours later, dismissing Evelyn's quiet complaint with a cold reminder: she was Mrs. Vance, not a victim. Her mother's demands reinforced this role, making Evelyn, a brilliant mind, feel like a ghost. A dangerous indifference replaced betrayal. The debt was paid; now, it was her turn.
She drafted a divorce settlement, waiving everything. As Alexander's tender voice drifted from his study, speaking to Scarlett, Evelyn placed her wedding ring on his pillow, moved to the guest suite, and locked the door. The dull wife was gone; the Oracle was back. The Disowned Wife's Revenge: Buried Secrets and Billionaire Love
Rabbit Eleanor Vance had spent a lifetime trying to earn her family's love, offering them her heart, her talent, and her quiet devotion. But on Cassandra's birthday, her peace offering was met with a vicious lie and a stinging slap across the face. In that single, shattering moment, Eleanor realized she had been buying tickets to a bus that would never come, and something inside her snapped.
Her adopted sister, Cassandra, always commanded their parents' adoration, leaving Eleanor a perpetual shadow. So when Cassandra theatrically dropped Eleanor's painstakingly restored emerald brooch, blaming her, Eleanor's mother, Vivian, lashed out with a stinging slap. Her father, Robert, coldly demanded an apology, choosing a manipulator's tears over his own daughter's truth. The familiar ache in Eleanor's chest confirmed their twisted love was not for her.
A quiet, terrifying resolve settled within her. She knelt, not in humility, but with chilling purpose, tossed the emerald brooch into the roaring fireplace. ""You don't deserve it,"" she stated, devoid of warmth. Later, from a hidden compartment, she pulled out a sleek, black burner phone. ""It's time,"" Eleanor whispered. ""Initiate Phase One. Prepare the assets."" Pregnant and Divorced: I Hid His Heir
Shirlee Melnick Vivian clutched her Hermès bag, her doctor's words echoing: "Extremely high-risk pregnancy." She hoped the baby would save her cold marriage, but Julian wasn't in London as his schedule claimed. Instead, a paparazzi photo revealed his early return-with a blonde woman, not his wife, at the private airport exit.
The next morning, Julian served divorce papers, callously ending their "duty" marriage for his ex, Serena. A horrifying contract clause gave him the right to terminate her pregnancy or seize their child. Humiliated, demoted, and forced to fake an ulcer, Vivian watched him parade his affair, openly discarding her while celebrating Serena.
This was a calculated erasure, not heartbreak. He cared only for his image, confirming he would "handle" the baby himself. A primal rage ignited her. "Just us," she whispered to her stomach, vowing to sign the divorce on her terms, keep her secret safe, and walk away from Sterling Corp for good, ready to protect her child alone. 
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