The Delegate 1 ( Duology The Delegates)

The Delegate 2 (Duology The Delegate )

David I was everything she needed, I would be her best friend, her brother, her father, her boyfriend or even her best husband. From the moment I met Rachel, I knew I was lost for her, or rather, fallen for her. Her smile, her look that showed me how fragile she was, like a flower petal. She never noticed, but her gaze sometimes betrayed her, and I saw that there was something she would never tell me. I would do anything just to have her smile on her lips in my mouth. Even finding out that she frequented the same BDSM club I did. Was my sorceress a submissive? Raquel I always imagined myself married and living happily ever after. But I knew it would never happen to me again. I watched movies, soap operas and always had the ending of those that we, as spectators, would like to live. And one day I go to the "BDSM" club that I always go to and I find none other than Davi Hauffenn! The man I am completely in love with! What would he say if he knew that Raquel Santos was a woman tainted by sexual violence?

My Perverted Judge

My name is Dominique Ferreira and I am the new secretary to none other than His Excellency Judge Nicholas Ruiz. He's hot as hell, there's just one catch: he doesn't notice me as a woman! After all why would a man like him notice me? I'm just a simple secretary, who is also chubby. What would happen if I accidentally texted him that I was going to a party dressed as Devassa and that I was going to get a whip? It was supposed to be a simple joke, but instead of texting it to a friend, I ended up sending it to a certain perverted judge! * I'm known as the ruthless judge, I always give sentences with an iron fist. I was never a man to mix work with pleasure, until the day my newest secretary started working with me. I've always had a thing for fuller women. Too bad I can't fuck Dominique-or can I? One day, I get an interesting email and I decide it's time to make a good judgment call. The defendant would be none other, none other than my beautiful and wanton secretary. Let's see if she will be punished or acquitted? Come and discover a new story of a perverted judge and his wanton secretary.

My Beautiful Forty

If someone asked me that I, Fernanda de Freitas, would be separating myself from the man I had sworn to love, respect in joy and sadness, I would have laughed a lot. My marriage for me I thought was perfect, well I thought until one day everything collapsed. Now I'm about to turn 40 I wouldn't have known that I would finally find the great love of my life! Would it be comical that the man I would come to like was 10 years younger than me? Bruno Mendes Since I saw her standing there talking to a friend the only thing that came to my mind was "This woman is perfect for me" It was as if I had died and gone to heaven for me I was an angel in perfection. If someone had told me that I would be chasing a woman I would have laughed for sure. I had told my best friend that I was running from women, it was enough that my crazy ex had done it. Upon discovering that this same woman who fascinates me is a woman older than me, I was very surprised because for her I was new it would work and would do anything to get closer to my beautiful forty-year-old or my name is not Bruno Mendes your new boss!

An Irresistible Widower

Alexandre Mendonça I live only for my work and for my two children. In fact, I don't want any other woman, what I really wanted was my wife, but unfortunately, she's gone. I loved her so much that my heart still aches and bleeds, and I ended up closing myself off from all women, as none will come close to my dear late wife Sarah! But that changed after the call I made today. Whose sassy, ​​sensual voice was that? I wondered. Until today when I received a strange call. What I wanted? It was meeting the owner of that sassy, ​​sensual voice. Jackeline Baptista or Jack Baptista I don't know what I did to God?! I'm pissed off. All things are going wrong. Even my job, which I love dearly, is driving me crazy. All because of that drop-dead gorgeous man who looked like an ogre, shit, there I am thinking about the idiot I saw today in my friend's company elevator. Soon curiosity hits me, I touch the screen and, when I look, I see Mr Ogre on the cell phone screen, then, fuck it. I kept his cell phone, I don't have a better name than Irresistible Ice.

The Ghost Wife's Billion Dollar Tech Comeback

Today is October 14th, my birthday. I returned to New York after months away, dragging my suitcase through the biting wind, but the VIP pickup zone where my husband’s Maybach usually idled was empty. When I finally let myself into our Upper East Side penthouse, I didn’t find a cake or a "welcome home" banner. Instead, I found my husband, Caden, kneeling on the floor, helping our five-year-old daughter wrap a massive gift for my half-sister, Adalynn. Caden didn’t even look up when I walked in; he was too busy laughing with the girl who had already stolen my father’s legacy and was now moving in on my family. "Auntie Addie is a million times better than Mommy," my daughter Elara chirped, clutching a plush toy Caden had once forbidden me from buying for her. "Mommy is mean," she whispered loudly, while Caden just smirked, calling me a "drill sergeant" before whisking her off to Adalynn’s party without a second glance. Later that night, I saw a video Adalynn posted online where my husband and child laughed while mocking my "sensitive" nature, treating me like an inconvenient ghost in my own home. I had spent five years researching nutrition for Elara’s health and managing every detail of Caden’s empire, only to be discarded the moment I wasn't in the room. How could the man who set his safe combination to my birthday completely forget I even existed? The realization didn't break me; it turned me into ice. I didn't scream or beg for an explanation. I simply walked into the study, pulled out the divorce papers I’d drafted months ago, and took a black marker to the terms. I crossed out the alimony, the mansion, and even the custody clause—if they wanted a life without me, I would give them exactly what they asked for. I left my four-carat diamond ring on the console table and walked out into the rain with nothing but a heavily encrypted hard drive. The submissive Mrs. Holloway was gone, and "Ghost," the most lethal architect in the tech world, was finally back online to take back everything they thought I’d forgotten.

Rejected Luna, Claimed by the King

As a wolfless charity case at the Hyde Pack's celebration, my world shattered when Braydon, my supposed protector, publicly announced Katherine Parrish as his Luna, erasing me. Heartbroken, I fled into a terrifying contract marriage with Alpha King Dallas Marshall for protection. Braydon's public assault and threats forced me to reveal my secret marriage, challenging the King. My "protection" felt like a prison. Braydon revealed I was a "key" to power, not a mate, confirming my fears. Enraged by my attempt to take a morning-after pill, Dallas forced me to swallow it, then branded my lips with a furious kiss. His chilling silence hardened my resolve. I immediately drafted an addendum to our contract, setting strict boundaries to reclaim control.

Revealing My Secret Identities! My Bros Are Speechless!

For seventeen years, I was the crown jewel of the Kensington empire, the perfect daughter groomed for a royal future. Then, a cream-colored envelope landed in my lap, bearing a gold crest and a truth that turned my world into ice. The DNA test result was a cold, hard zero percent-I wasn't a Kensington. Before the ink could even dry, my parents invited my replacement, a girl named Alleen, into the drawing room and treated me like a trespasser in my own home. My mother, who once hosted galas in my honor, wouldn't even look me in the eye as she stroked Alleen's arm, whispering that she was finally "safe." My father handed me a one-million-dollar check-a mere tip for a billionaire-and told me to leave immediately to avoid tanking the company's stock price. "You're a thief! You lived my life, you spent my money, and you don't get to keep the loot!" Alleen shrieked, trying to claw the designer jacket off my shoulders while my "parents" watched with clinical detachment. I was dumped on a gritty sidewalk in Queens with nothing but three trunks and the address of a struggling laborer I was now supposed to call "Dad." I traded a marble mansion for a crumbling walk-up where the air smelled of exhaust and my new bedroom was a literal storage closet. My biological family thought I was a broken princess, and the Kensingtons thought they had successfully erased me with a payoff and a non-disclosure agreement. They had no idea that while I was hauling trunks up four flights of stairs, my secret media empire was already preparing to move against them. As I sat on a thin mattress in the dark, I opened my encrypted laptop and sent a single command that would cost my former father ten million dollars by breakfast. They thought they were throwing me to the wolves, but they forgot one thing: I'm the one who leads the pack.

A Divorce He Regrets

The day Raina gave birth should have been the happiest of her life. Instead, it became her worst nightmare. Moments after delivering their twins, Alexander shattered her heart-divorcing her and forcing her to sign away custody of their son, Liam. With nothing but betrayal and heartbreak to her name, Raina disappeared, raising their daughter, Ava, on her own.Years later, fate comes knocking when Liam falls gravely ill. Desperate to save his son, Alexander is forced to seek out the one person he once cast aside. Alexander finds himself face to face with the woman he underestimated, pleading for a second chance-not just for himself, but for their son. But Raina is no longer the same broken woman who once loved him.No longer the woman he left behind. She has carved out a new life-one built on strength, wealth, and a long-buried legacy she expected to uncover.Raina has spent years learning to live without him.The question is... Will she risk reopening old wounds to save the son she never got to love? or has Alexander lost her forever?

Fated To The World's Richest Man

The day Lilah found out that she was pregnant, she caught her fiancé cheating on her. Her remorseless fiancé and his mistress almost killed her. Lilah fled for her dear life. When she returned to her hometown five years later, she happened to save a little boy's life. The boy's father turned out to be the world's richest man. Everything changed for Lilah from that moment. The man didn't let her experience any inconvenience. When her ex-fiancé bullied her, he crushed the scumbag's family and also rented out an entire island just to give Lilah a break from all the drama. He also taught Lilah's hateful father a lesson. He crushed all her enemies before she even asked. When Lilah's vile sister threw herself at him, he showed her a marriage certificate and said, "I'm happily married and my wife is much more beautiful than you are!" Lilah was shocked. "When did we ever get married? Last I checked, I was still single." With a wicked smile, he said, "Honey, we've been married for five years. Isn't it about time we had another child together?" Lilah's jaw dropped to the floor. What the hell was he talking about?

The Billionaire's Secret Twins: Her Revenge

I was four months pregnant, weighing over two hundred pounds, and my heart was failing from experimental treatments forced on me as a child. My doctor looked at me with clinical detachment and told me I was in a death sentence: if I kept the baby, I would die, and if I tried to remove it, I would die. Desperate for a lifeline, I called my father, Francis Acosta, to tell him I was sick and pregnant. I expected a father's love, but all I got was a cold, sharp blade of a voice. "Then do it quietly," he said. "Don't embarrass Candi. Her debutante ball is coming up." He didn't just reject me; he erased me. My trust fund was frozen, and I was told I was no longer an Acosta. My fiancé, Auston, had already discarded me, calling me a "bloated whale" while he looked for a thinner, wealthier replacement. I left New York on a Greyhound bus, weeping into a bag of chips, a broken woman the world considered a mistake. I couldn't understand how my own father could tell me to die "quietly" just to save face for a party. I didn't know why I had been a lab rat for my family’s pharmaceutical ambitions, or how they could sleep at night while I was left to rot in the gray drizzle of the city. Five years later, the doors of JFK International Airport slid open. I stepped onto the marble floor in red-soled stilettos, my body lean, lethal, and carved from years of blood and sweat. I wasn't the "whale" anymore; I was a ghost coming back to haunt them. With my daughter by my side and a medical reputation that terrified the global elite, I was ready to dismantle the Acosta empire piece by piece. "Tell Francis to wash his neck," I whispered to the skyline. "I'm home."