Valkyria
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THAT SWEET BOY IS MINE
Billionaires Petya Duscha Zaytsev Ivanov, known to her enemies and others less fortunate as Lisovik. A cold and calculating woman, a billionaire magnate, and the main head of the Romanov clan. At just 25 years old, she has managed to maintain order among the clans surrounding the cold city of Moscow, the main hub for negotiation, arms trafficking, and massive money production. At the tender age of 16, she becomes the most feared leader and a cold-blooded killer within the Romanov clan, capturing the attention of both enemies and allies.
By the age of 25, amidst parties, alcohol, and nocturnal encounters, her life seemed complete. However, a potential confrontation with the members of the Aziz clan for power, money, and the expropriation of assets valued in millions of euros put her position within the hierarchy at risk. It is then, in the midst of darkness and dead-end paths to avoid war, that she meets Tao Lukyan Zinov Agapov Zhou, a 20-year-old, extremely intelligent, sweet, and compassionate young man. This young man would teach her all kinds of strategies, or at least she thought that was all.
Something new arrived unexpectedly: love, something she had never considered before. It entered her existence, undermining her composure and making her yearn for a pair of hazel eyes, bright and moving. That innocence made her want to take every last drop of his soul, but those feelings demanded behaviors unbecoming of the fearsome Lisovik: patience and understanding. Those feelings and emotions destabilized everything she had built for over 10 years, causing her to awaken to something new and hard to resist.
Love and the struggle for power will lead her to desperation and anguish, and she will have to decide which path to choose. "My sweet, no matter how far you distance yourself from me, I will always find you. No matter how dangerous the path full of debris is, I will go to you. Not for nothing do they fear mentioning my name, because those who are my enemies prefer to show me their faces than hide in fear. Remember, Sweetness, here and now, gently caressing your lips with mine... I have gone, I have found... and I have never lost." -Petya Duscha Zaytsev Ivanov.
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So I slapped him right back, dumped his ass, and prepared for disaster-my parents losing their minds, Rhys throwing a billionaire tantrum, his terrifying family plotting my untimely demise.
Obviously, I needed alcohol. A lot of alcohol.
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Tall, dangerous, unfairly hot. The kind of man who makes you want to sin just by existing. I'd met him only once before, and that night, he just happened to be at the same bar as my drunk, self-pitying self. So I did the only logical thing: I dragged him into a hotel room and ripped off his clothes.
It was reckless. It was stupid. It was completely ill-advised.
But it was also: Best. Sex. Of. My. Life.
And, as it turned out, the best decision I'd ever made.
Because my one-night stand isn't just some random guy. He's richer than Rhys, more powerful than my entire family, and definitely more dangerous than I should be playing with.
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Then my phone buzzed. It was an Instagram Story from my fiancé, Jameson. He was at Charles de Gaulle Airport in Paris with a caption that read: "Fuck the chains. Chasing freedom." He hadn't just gotten cold feet; he had abandoned me at the altar to run across the world.
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I looked at them and realized I wasn't a daughter or a bride to anyone in that room. I was a failed asset, a bouncing check, a girl whose own father told her to go to Paris and "beg" the man who had just publicly humiliated her.
The girl who wanted to be loved died in that mirror. I realized that if I was going to be sold to save a merger, I was going to sell myself to the one who actually controlled the money.
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Her ex-husband begs for forgiveness. Her sister's perfect life crumbles. Her parents regret the daughter they cast aside. But Camille didn't come back for apologies, she came back to watch them burn.
But as her enemies fall at her feet, one question remains: when the revenge is over, what's left?
A mysterious trillionaire Alexander Pierce steps into her path, offering something she thought she lost forever, a future. But can a woman built on ashes learn to love again?
She rose from the fire to destroy those who betrayed her. Now, she must decide if she'll rule alone... or let someone melt the ice in her heart.
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Ray Nhedicta "Let's get married," Mia declares, her voice trembling despite her defiant gaze into Stefan's guarded brown eyes. She needs this, even if he seems untouchable.
Stefan raises a skeptical brow. "And why would I do that?" His voice was low, like a warning, and it made her shiver even though she tried not to show it.
"We both have one thing in common," Mia continues, her gaze unwavering. "Shitty fathers. They want to take what's ours and give it to who they think deserves it." A pointed pause hangs in the air. "The only difference between us is that you're an illegitimate child, and I'm not."
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"The only weapon they won't see coming." She steps closer, close enough for him to catch the scent of her perfume, gunpowder and jasmine. "Our fathers stole our birthrights. The sole reason they betrayed us. We join forces, create our own empire that'll bring down theirs."
A beat of silence. Then, Stefan's mouth curves into something sharp. "One condition," he murmurs, closing the distance. "No divorces. No surrenders. If we're doing this, it's for life"
"Deal" Mia said without missing a beat. Her father wants to destroy her life. She wouldn't give him the pleasure, she would destroy her life as she seems fit.
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Stefan Sterling knows the sting of betrayal too. His father discarded him like trash.
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Marry for vengeance.
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Before I could find my fiancé, Ryan, a waiter dragged me into the forbidden West Wing and locked me in a room with Julian Sterling, the family’s "fallen titan" who had been confined to a wheelchair for years.
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"Darling, my worthless father is trying to hit me again!"
"Just wait," Theodore snapped, his temper flaring. He promptly dismantled the entire Sullivan family.
"Darling, she drugged me-tried to hand me over to another man!" Clarice pointed accusingly at her wicked half-sister. Theodore's fury erupted. He slapped the woman hard across the face and ensured her reputation was ruined beyond repair.
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