4076 Book(s) Related to crushing on my billionaire best friend

Two weeks before my due date, my husband Ethan is racing out the door into a stormy night.

All because his childhood friend Scarlett's apartment lost power, and she says her claustrophobia is kicking in.

I'm clutching my belly, telling him my water broke, begging him to look at the blood on the floor.

"You pulling this again? Last week wasn't enough? Scarlett's actually in danger."

He shakes off my hand. The door slams shut.

I'm standing in a pool of blood, watching his taillights disappear into the rain.

My baby won't have a father anymore.

“On your knees, princess.”

I thought it was just a voice in the dark. Just messages. Just a dangerous fantasy that made me feel alive for the first time in years.

I didn’t know he was watching me in daylight.
I didn’t know he already knew my body, my secrets… my weakness for control I pretend I don’t crave.

Now he’s standing in front of me, untouchable, forbidden—and holding the proof that I was never as innocent as I thought.

And the worst part?

I don’t want to escape. I want to see what he does next.

“I need my freedom, Felix, and I want a job. I’m willing to do anything to get it, I mean anything you want.” I told him, walking over to his side and sitting on his table, spreading my legs to give him a good view of my thong.
“What makes you think I would fall for this cheap act of yours, what makes you even think I’m interested in your body?” he asks me, his eyes fixed on my cleavage.
“I know you like me, Felix, you can’t take your eyes off my body, I see you drooling when I walk by and I know you want more of me. Besides, how can you not want more when you’ve had a taste of me already. You popped my cherry, remember?” I asked him, putting my legs on his armchair, fixing my eyes on his.
“Fine, you win, you got the job, goddamit!
Just get out of my office before I do something stupid.” He yelled at me, pulling his hand through his hair in frustration. I smiled excitedly as I jumped down from the table and hugged him so tightly before storing out of his office like he ordered.
“And Selina, ”he called out to me as I opened his office door. I turned with a raised brow praying in my heart that he doesn’t change his mind.
“Be very careful around me, I am very dangerous when provoked. This emotional blackmail won’t work on me all the time. The next time you try to seduce me again, I won’t hold back, I would screw you right here on the bare table,” he warned me sternly. I know that was meant to sound like a threat, yet I moaned at the thought of him bending me over on his table.

Eleanor Brown is a lovely lady trying to make ends meets. She lands a job after an unfortunate event happens to her. She is excited and can’t wait to start a new chapter in her life. Unknowing to Eleanor, this new chapter of her life will be filled with a lot of troubles. Her boss, Jason Crawford, believes Eleanor wants to work for him for other reasons, and since he can’t fire Eleanor, he decides to make things difficult for her.

Will Eleanor survive working with a boss who hates her, or will she quit and back off the deal even though she needs money?

“There’s no spooning, Robyn. Just fucking. I will fuck you. Hard and fast. I will fuck you until I lose interest in you. I will fuck you every night, and I’ll make sure you beg for more. That’s for a year. You will be naked in bed for 365 nights. After that, your debt is paid. I will forget you exist. You will forget that anything happened between us. Unless you have my three million dollars right now, then you have no choice but to bend to my will.”

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One night is supposed to be fun, not waking up sold to the highest bidder. Before I knew it, my boss, the beast with an ice-cold heart and a nightmare to work for, bought me and owned my very existence, turning me into his little bird in his golden gilded cage with impossible choices until I agreed to his dark bargain.

Being at the mercy of a man like Spade Kolby with wealth, power, and an enigmatic past as dark as the night, I soon realized that having your boss save your life comes with a price. Nothing’s free. The only way to pay my debt is to be his wife and surrender my freedom.

But the second our skins touch, there’s fire. The longer I try to resist his scorching touch and fight his death grip on my heart, the harder it gets, and I know nothing good comes out of falling for him. 

Knowing the unimaginable consequences of escaping— how a snap of his fingers can destroy me, his words can rip me apart, and the unbreakable bond that binds us.

After all, maybe once he gets what he wants, his obsession with me stops. Or maybe he’s not as cruel as I imagined him to be.

"You are fired," He says, shocking me with his words.

"What, I am fired," I ask, not believing his words.

"Yes, you are fired."

"Why? I didn't do anything wrong for me to be fired."

"I can't have someone like you in my office who threatens my position as CEO, so you are fired."

"Mr. Jason, please, you can't fire me; I don't threaten your position as CEO."

"I don't believe you, so leave my office before I call security to throw you out."


Eleanor Brown is a lovely lady trying to make ends meets. She lands a job after an unfortunate event happens to her. She is excited and can't wait to start a new chapter in her life. Unknowing to Eleanor, this new chapter of her life will be filled with a lot of troubles. Her boss, Jason Crawford, believes Eleanor wants to work for him for other reasons, and since he can't fire Eleanor, he decides to make things difficult for her.

Will Eleanor survive working with a boss who hates her, or will she quit and back off the deal even though she needs money?

One week before my mating ceremony, my supposedly hostile Alpha fiancé and my human best friend gave me a double betrayal.

I once believed I was the only light in Sebastian’s dark world, and the strongest support Amelia had in crossing the barrier between species.

I naïvely thought their cold standoff came from two entirely different kinds of love for me.

Until that ambiguous message lit up the screen.
Until I saw it with my own eyes—
my best friend pinned against a motorcycle, being kissed fiercely by my fiancé.

And the same hand still steeped in her scent was able to call me at the same time, whispering gently,
“Evelyn, my Luna. I will always love you.”

The diamond ring turned into a lie.
Ten years of friendship shattered into a conspiracy.

Zara Cole has two rules: never fall for someone off-limits, and never let anyone see her cry. She breaks both because of Eli Maddox.
He is nineteen. Her best friend's older brother. Home from college for one long, hot summer. Too confident, too sharp, and completely impossible to ignore in a house where everyone shares one kitchen.
Zara is seventeen. Smart, quiet, and used to being looked through, not at. She never planned to matter to someone like Eli. She never planned for him to see her at all.
But secrets in small towns do not stay small. When their almost-kiss becomes the school's biggest story, Zara loses her best friend, her reputation, and the careful little life she built to stay safe. Now she has one summer to decide: keep surviving in the shadows, or step fully into the light even if it costs everything.

Everyone at Harlow University knows Callum Voss. The starting point guard, the dean's favorite headache, the boy whose smile has cleared more disciplinary hearings than any lawyer on retainer. He is the kind of person the campus bends around without being asked.

Nobody knows Wren Aldae. That is entirely on purpose.

Wren has spent two years building a life at Harlow that no one can touch: one close friend, zero social media, a journalism scholarship that pays tuition, and a rule about never writing stories that could blow back on her personally.

Then Callum Voss appears at her desk with a proposition. Someone has started a bet pool about his love life and the resulting media circus is one week away from costing him his athletic standing. He needs it to stop. She needs a front-page story before the scholarship committee meets. A fake relationship with a visible timeline and a clean public ending would solve both problems.

Wren knows better than to say yes. She says yes anyway.

Neither of them accounts for the fact that proximity is its own kind of problem.

Chloe wasted ten years loving arrogant Zane. To win a Porsche bet, he publicly humiliated her, taking her devotion for granted. Finally awake, she cut him off and rebuilt herself as a brilliant top-university elite.
After losing her, Zane drowned in regret, begging desperately for her forgiveness. But it was too late. Chloe met the wealthy, gentle genius Liam, who healed all her wounds. Zane gambled with her heart—and lost her forever.

Once, I was a gymnast who knew exactly what it felt like to fly.
Until one mistake sent me crashing down and cost me everything.
For years, I stayed away from the arena. Until an opportunity came along and brought me onto the ice.
The problem?
I could not even skate.
To make matters worse, I was paired with Joseph Morgan, a figure skater known for being cold, perfectionistic, and completely unwilling to have a beginner like me as his partner.
“If you fall, don’t expect me to let you do it again.”
I snorted. “Then make sure your hands are fast enough to catch me.”
I thought my biggest problem would be learning to skate in such a short amount of time.
Turns out, I was wrong.
Because the more I trained with Joseph, the more I realized that pair skating was not just about balance, jumps, or trusting your partner.
It was about daring to fall again after once losing everything.
Especially when Joseph’s former partner suddenly returns to the arena.
Elena Brooks is more experienced, more perfect, and knows exactly how to make me feel like a replacement who never should have been there in the first place.
I do not want to be anyone’s replacement.
I do not want Joseph to be the reason I keep going, either.
If I want to become an athlete again, I have to do it for myself.
But what if the man who believed in me the least at first becomes the first person to make me brave enough to jump again?
And when I finally have to choose between being afraid of falling and trusting the person standing behind me...
Will I dare to make my second jump?

Before Lauren Jones's hand touched the bedroom door, she had heard the sound of people having sex in the room. A woman's deep moan was mixed with a man's low gasps that she couldn't be more familiar with.

Lauren frowned, held back her hand, and kicked the door open.

The two entangled bodies in the room made her feel nauseous, so she turned her head in disgust, covering her mouth and nose.

The lean and handsome man on the bed stopped, glanced coldly at the uninvited guest at the door, and slapped the woman under him on the plump buttocks, "Get out."

Seraphina already knew what pleasure felt like, a secret she shared with her mother’s old friend.
Now, that secret is always with her. When her mother moves in with a new fiancé, Seraphina has to go with them to his large house. But she does not expect to meet a charming stepbrother, who quietly watches over her. A dangerous sexy eyes that want her in ways she cannot ignore. Seraphina tries to forget her past, but her sexual hormones kept failing her. How long will she hold herself?.......Sexual emotion know no boundaries....

My water broke on the coldest night of winter.

My fated mate, Alpha Cassian, wrapped silver chains around my wrists and threw me into a freezing dungeon.

"Lucian's son must be born first," he snarled, forcing wolfsbane down my throat as I screamed through contractions.

Above me, his sister-in-law Sienna rested in silk sheets, surrounded by healers and warmth. She was carrying his dead brother's heir—the future of the pack. And I? I was nothing. Just the Omega he'd been forced to mark, the one his pack blamed for Lucian's death.

As silver burned through my skin and ice water rose past my chest, I felt our baby's heartbeat flutter. Then slow.

"Please," I begged. "Our child—"

"You owe him this," Cassian said coldly.

When the chains finally came off, he'd lost us both for good.

Mia Cartelli was supposed to be a rising star on the ice.

She and her skating partner, and first love, were on their way to the top. Then one tragic loss and one message shattered everything, and Mia walked away from skating, and from him.

Now two years have passed and her family’s business is on the verge of closing. The only way to save it is for Mia to compete again.

But she can’t do it alone.

Her new partner, Zack Mercer, is talented, stubborn, and impossible. Their chemistry on the ice is electric, and when a sponsorship deal demands a love story to sell their comeback, Mia agrees to pretend.

It’s only supposed to be for show.
But feelings soon spring forth between the two of them.

Then Luca, her former partner and first love, returns to the rink, determined to prove they are meant to be together.

Now Mia is caught between the partner who stands beside her on the ice… and the boy who still looks at her like she never left.

Because someone broke them apart two years ago.

And the truth might shatter Mia’s world all over again.

Sierra Douglas’s very perfect, dare I say, flawless life, comes to a screeching halt on the eve of her second semester resumption, when she's dragged to a club party by her best friend, to finally loosen up. Firstly, she's drugged, then saved by a man from getting raped.

Said dashing green-eyed, tattooed, well muscled man, turned out to be her professor when she escaped his suite that morning and arrived in the lecture theatre. Her world began spiraling.

At first, she thought he had his way with her, but after clarification, she finds her body on attraction mode, noticing how gorgeously hot he was. Plus, the whole ladies on campus couldn't stop gushing over him.

What's another shocker? He also turns out to be her father's friend who would be chaperoning her during her father's travel for two weeks.

Now, Sierra can't ignore the sparks sizzling between her legs when he's near. Not when Enzo Dane had decided to be a little tease, never failing to take a little nibble of her body at any given time, while pretending he wasn't interested.

How will this two weeks pan out? All professional? Or will it be the beginning of a relationship so forbidden all around?

Seven years ago, betrayed by my closest friend and my fiancée, I was thrown into the lightless Black Sea Death Prison and tortured mercilessly.

Seven years later, I returned through a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, only to find my crippled little sister being trampled in the mud by my former "brother," forcing her to sign a humiliating organ extraction contract.

"A worthless ghost who just crawled out of death row—what makes you think you can fight a billionaire tycoon like me?"

At a grand banquet at the Peninsula Hotel, the treacherous couple threw a bloody dog bone at my feet. They mobilized hundreds of heavily armed SWAT officers to surround me, demanding I kneel, kowtow, and call them master.

They thought their wealth and power made them untouchable on the West Coast, assuming I was still the same spineless weakling from years ago.

That was until an EMP tore through the night sky. Three military stealth fighter jets hovered outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, and hundreds of laser sights from the nation's most classified special forces locked dead center on the foreheads of every elite in the room.

Under the horrified gazes of the city's high society, a four-star general crashed through the window and gave me the highest military salute:

"Tier Zero Task Force assembled! Supreme Commander, please give the order to purge!"

At that moment, the high-and-mighty tycoons finally remembered the terror of being dominated by the abyss.

Typically, brides swap bouquets for good luck when wedding motorcades cross paths.
But in Liam’s Southern hometown, they had a twisted tradition: they swapped brides.

When our limousines met bumper-to-bumper, Kinsley leaned right past me. She pressed a lingering kiss to my fiancé’s cheek.
"Hope you don't mind, Rachel," she purred with innocent malice. "I’m stealing your groom."
The groomsmen howled like it was a frat party.
"Might as well take his honeymoon suite key too!" one shouted. "Liam wouldn't survive the wedding night without his childhood sweetheart anyway!"
They roared with laughter.

I sat frozen, my gaze locked on Liam. Just tell them to stop, I prayed. Just choose me. Just this once.
Instead, Liam gave me that familiar, condescending smile and patted my trembling hand.
"Don't pout, Rachel. You're the mature one, remember?" he coaxed. "It's just a local tradition. We can't break customs today."
Something inside me finally snapped. There was no anger left—just a bone-deep exhaustion.
The old me would have screamed and demanded respect. But today, I simply slipped my hand out from under his.

Without a word, I stepped out of the car. Ignoring Liam's sudden look of confusion, I walked straight past the cheering groomsmen toward the other limo.
Kian Porter—Liam’s college roommate—leaned against the hood. I reached out and smoothly looped my arm through his.
The laughter choked to a dead halt. In the deafening silence, I looked up at Kian with a steady smile.
"Let's get out of here, fiancé."
If Liam wanted to play by their twisted traditions, fine. This time, I was giving him exactly what he asked for.

I am the jubilant champion's girlfriend, the blissful woman who will reveal to him tonight, "We are to become parents." Yet, I overheard the brutal truth: "The very thought of her mother once climbing into my father's bed fills me with revulsion for every second of this five-year charade."

It turns out that five years of affection was nothing more than a meticulously orchestrated deceit.

In that moment of heartbreak and excruciating pain, our child slipped away as if making the final decision on my behalf. I incinerated all our memories, rendering them vapor in this world.

When that once indomitable champion finally realized his misplaced animosity, and in a desperate bid to find me, fractured his spine amidst the ruins while signing a pact with fate...I am the jubilant champion's girlfriend, the blissful woman who will reveal to him tonight, "We are to become parents." Yet, I overheard the brutal truth: "The very thought of her mother once climbing into my father's bed fills me with revulsion for every second of this five-year charade."

It turns out that five years of affection was nothing more than a meticulously orchestrated deceit.

In that moment of heartbreak and excruciating pain, our child slipped away as if making the final decision on my behalf.

When that once indomitable champion finally realized his misplaced animosity, and in a desperate bid to find me, fractured his spine amidst the ruins while signing a pact with fate...

A year ago, during the yacht shipwreck, Carter let go of his mistress Valerie's hand in the crushing waves, risking his own life to shove me onto the lifeboat.   Later, weeping by my hospital bed, he swore that staring death in the face had finally made him realize who the only indispensable woman in his life truly was.   I believed him. I wiped the slate clean of his infidelity, utterly convinced that a marriage forged in life and death would be indestructible.   Until tonight. The night of our third wedding anniversary.   Staring at the new notification lighting up his screen—【I'm in the suite downstairs waiting for you. Come fuck me like you did last night, or I'm jumping off the balcony. —V】—the truth finally hit me.

The so-called true love proven at death's door couldn't even survive the cheap lust of ordinary days.   My entire marriage was nothing but a grotesque joke.

My boyfriend's stepsister was assaulted. She didn't survive it.

I knew the truth, but I refused to name the man who did it.

His parents got down on their knees and begged me. I didn't budge.

When the reporters showed up at my door, I chased them off with a kitchen knife.

He didn't leave me. He turned his back on his family and married me.

And then he made me pay. Every day, he brought people into our home to make me feel what his sister felt.

Six years later, my body was at its breaking point. So he spent his fortune to put my memory on trial.

When I called my husband with trembling hands, clutching my cancer diagnosis, all I heard was his sweet laughter with his young, hot influencer girlfriend. Ten years of marriage, and when I needed him most, he chose betrayal.

In divorce court, I was painted as the "crazy ex-wife" while the entire internet mocked me. Everyone took their side. No one knew I was fighting for my life.

Until the day he finally learned the truth.

I died once.

Spent seventy years as a housewife the first time around. Biggest regret? Never felt my heart race.

Met her in this life, and that's when I learned what being alive actually meant. In this world where assassins pay in gold coins and seek sanctuary at Continental hotels, we became a duo called "Swans," hunting down the man who destroyed her family. Every single day, dancing on a razor's edge.

Two years ago, the explosion killed Raven Hayes right in front of me.

To survive, I married a naive tech heir, slipped into silk dresses and started doing the charity gala circuit, tried to convince myself this was the peace I wanted.

Until that enemy became a High Table member and announced a hundred-million-dollar bounty on me to the world.

I used to be scared. Used to run. Used to ask why it had to be me.

But sitting at my vanity, staring at this stranger's face in the mirror, all done up like some socialite, I suddenly realized none of it mattered anymore.

I'm going to die eventually anyway. Might as well die looking like myself.

"Stop—"
The word barely formed before his grip adjusted, tightening just enough to keep me where I was. The kiss deepened, pinning me still as his tongue slid inside my mouth and demanded for a response.
My breath caught, oxygen thinning as his hand started to move on my body—sliding down my hips, grabbing my legs and pulled me closer than I allowed.
My pulse spiked as I remembered where we were. "Nate—"
He didn't stop. If anything, my resistance only sharpened something in him.
His hand moved between my legs and cupped my core. He groaned over my lips.
"I can fuck you here," Nate whispered against my lips. "You're fucking wet, Sienna. You're so ready for me—"
"Stop—" I gasped when his fingers slid inside my panties. "Nate.. oh—"
Two fingers filled my entrance swiftly. I grabbed on his sleeve as he shoved his fingers even deeper inside me.
"Fuck, Sienna—" he hissed and crashed his mouth on me.
Nate moved his fingers in and out of me, and I whimpered in pleasure and panic that someone might see us here.
"Nate…" I moaned. "Please—"
"Please, what?" he asked, fingers moving faster inside me.
"Fuck—" I tightened my grip on his shoulders and spread my legs even wider. "Nate—"
My knees weakened and I started to shake as the pool of heat started to form under my navel. Nate held my body even tighter, making sure I won't fall with every thrust of his fingers.
As his strokes became faster and harder, I buried my face on his chest. And with one more shove of his fingers, my whole body shook and I climaxed—
Right there, in the middle of a dark corridor, with my husband's friend.


After witnessing her husband's betrayal, the perfect wife Sienna drowns herself in a bar, contemplating a hookup to numb herself. But unexpectedly, her husband's friend Nate shows up, drives away her would-be one-night stand, and demands that she sleep with him:
"Think about it. If you sleep with me tonight, it's not just about pleasure, Sienna. It's about power. It's about making him feel something he hasn't yet—the sting of betrayal by someone he trusted."

When you're pregnant, your bf ghosted you immediately after you told him the news.
Your brother's buddy, Albert, the alpha billionaire, stepped in and offered you a job as his personal secretary.
Things got wild when you ran into your no-good bf again.
He provoked you, and impulsively, you kissed Albert for revenge.
Little did you know, Albert's fame meant that kiss was caught by a swarm of reporters.
Right then, Albert dropped to one knee in his sleek suit and reached out his hand.
"My dear, will you marry me?"

When you're a pregnant cheerleader, your bf ghosted you immediately after you told him the news.
Your brother's best friend, the hockey captain, threw a party and invited all of your bf's flings, and they unite to dump him in public.
You: thanks for always being a big brother to me
He raised his eyebrow and asked,
"Brother? How about your baby’s dad?"

He can successfully throw a precision pass, but he's dead in the water in matters of the heart...Quarterback Maine Fitzgerald has struck out with more women than he'd like to admit—and he doesn't even play baseball. Armed with a plan to get out of his comfort zone onboard a singles cruise, he joins the very first event: a mix and mingle.Too bad he's almost completely deaf in one ear and doesn't hear the beautiful blonde tell him her name.Orchid Stone doesn't want to be on the singles cruise. She has an eight-year-old daughter to tend to, and a job to do, and a husband to mourn. But her sisters think eight years is long enough to mourn, and she promises them she'll at least try to meet someone on the cruise.She can't help it if the meathead quarterback isn't interested.When a tsunami strikes their ship, she's forced overboard with Maine and a security guard, and they make their way to a deserted island. Desperate to get back to her daughter, Orchid will do anything to survive. She climbs rock walls, escapes from wild boars, and plucks chickens.She knows she's lucky to be washed up on an old World War II outpost, complete with an overgrown garden and a herd of wild chickens, but she needs to get home. Maine does too—but he's scared of the man he'll have to be once he leaves the island.He's sure Orchid won't want to be with him once he has to go back to the public persona of Perfect Quarterback Maine Fitzgerald. Can Orchid and Maine make things work between them when they're so different? Or will their time stranded together be all they get?

Before meeting Elliot Winter, Michelle’s life was a routine of beatings from her drunk dad to juggling part-time jobs. He was handsome, loaded, and had a smile that could melt ice.

There was also a twenty-year age gap between them, Michelle didn't care because their relationship was the only ray of sunshine in her rather bleak world. And when he popped the question she was more than happy to say yes. Michelle thought she had found her happily ever after, but she couldn't have been more wrong. With each year that passed Elliot became more of a stranger and less of the man she had fallen for, neglecting her and looking the other way when his mother treated her poorly, that was until the day their 5th anniversary rolled around, she caught him in bed with her sister.

Her love is replaced by hate, a swooning affection now burning rage. Well, two could play that game. That night, she dials her stepson's number with a single text that will change their lives forever.

‘I need you tonight’

When Cassie discovered that her boyfriend of six months was cheating on her with a married younger woman, she looked for the cheating woman's husband and insisted to have sex with him. However, after the deed, she found out that she got the wrong person and had a tryst with the billionaire Liam Chapman instead.

Soon, her life spirals out of control—Liam's expelled son enrolls in her school. Her ex-boyfriend’s cheating goes out. Students complain about her teaching methods. And her co-teachers think that she is having an affair with the education minister because of the speed of her promotion and the number of her awards.

Wanting to escape the drama, she resigns and goes to another city, only to meet Liam Chapman again. This time, he has an offer she can't reject. A contract marriage of three years. He will provide all her needs, but in return, she will provide his, and that includes focusing on his little monster of a son who hates studying because he thinks it's very uncool.

However, as she stays with husband and son, she falls more and more for Liam and loves his kid as if he is her own. But, time is running out. Soon the contract will end, and she will need to leave the life she learned to love.

Amora Everhart is a cheerful young woman who secretly carries the weight of countless family problems.
Her life becomes even more complicated when she accidentally uncovers clues about the existence of werewolves—the very creatures her late twin sibling used to tell her stories about.
To Amora, they are nothing more than myths, impossible to exist.
But everything changes the moment she accidentally catches a glimpse of her boss with wolf-like ears.
Driven by overwhelming curiosity, Amora recklessly gets closer to him, determined to uncover the truth.
And then...

She could do just anything for her family. He could do everything for power and money. When he asked her to marry him, she was happy. But little did she know, she was entering hell. She had a crush on him. But not now, not anymore, not when she knows his deepest secrets. But she can't run now, he had already noticed her and now, he wants her. And damn, he gets what he wants.? Can they ever love each other? Or will it always be what it was-- hate? Love blossoms in the most unexpected circumstances. And damn, they are right, opposite attracts. Follow me on the game fate decided to play with these two.

Amelia escaped her marriage three years ago but escaping her husband was the easy part. Staying hidden is harder. Using stolen identities and borrowed names, she moves from city to city, surviving quietly until one reckless night at an exclusive masked club changes everything. The man she steals from that night isn’t just rich but dangerous.

It is the worst mistake she has ever made.

Enzo doesn’t know her name, her face, or where she ran to but he remembers one detail about the mysterious thief who shared his bed— a small heart-shaped birthmark beneath her breast. When Amelia unknowingly walks into his office weeks later under another stolen identity, Enzo recognizes her instantly. Now the hunt becomes something far more dangerous than revenge because Amelia isn't just his thief but the wife of his stepbrother who he hates.

Both men want her and neither is ready to let her go.

Iris Vale has spent years hiding in plain sight, a low-level analyst at Graves Enterprises who follows one simple rule: never be noticed. But someone has been watching her every move. Lucien Graves, the ruthless and untouchable CEO of the billion-dollar empire, has orchestrated her world from the shadows for years. When he suddenly pulls her into his inner circle, assigning her directly under his command and isolating her from everyone else, Iris finds herself trapped in a web of surveillance, control, and dark desire. As she fights against his all-consuming obsession, she uncovers a connection from their shared past that Lucien has never forgotten. What begins as a battle of wills spirals into a dangerous romance where possession is everything, and escape is impossible. In a world where Lucien anticipates her every move, Iris must confront the man who claims her as his own body, soul, and secrets.

"And having s*x with a stranger is going to solve it?" I asked her.
"It is the only way to make me feel better tonight." She said before I felt her lips on mine.


Vanessa Mae Alford with no memory of her former life before George Alford has no other option than to build her entire life around him, making him the centre of her world.
She stays faithful and devoted to George despite the indecent proposals from the men around her especially her husband's uncle, Levi Alford who is shameless in his pursuit of his nephew's wife.
Vanessa sees her entire world crashing down before her very eyes when she witnesses her husband's infidelity coupled with the discovery of her missing 24 hours.
She is broken and in a moment of vulnerability and rebellion, spends the night with a stranger resulting in a pregnancy and an unknown baby daddy.
Christian Bowen is a single father to a pair of twins. He's a workaholic CEO who still hopes that somewhere somehow and by a stroke of luck, his beloved wife may still be alive.
He meets Vanessa on a lucky encounter and insists on her being his wife despite her refusal.
Vanessa is thrown yet again into another marriage just after ending the last one and straight into another family but this time, she has an even bigger problem… who is the father of her baby?
Could one of the three men in her life actually be her baby daddy?
Or is it someone new and unexpected?

"Noah, please," I begged, pushing him away from me with my palms. "Not now! Liam is my boyfriend!"
His mouth twisted into a smirk as he pulled back. "He may be your boyfriend, but here you are moaning and screaming out my name."

...
In Piper's steamy dream, her boyfriend was one of the Turner brothers, and to add to the bizarre scenario, she found herself entangled in a one-night stand with her boyfriend's bother!

Yet, the stark contrast of reality couldn't be more apparent. In truth, Piper was single, and the Turner brothers were complete strangers to her.
However, an unforeseen twist of fate upended her world entirely. Piper, bereft of possessions and prospects, was thrust into the opulent Turner family. Here, all three Turner brothers developed a deep infatuation for her and began pursuing her...

Is it a sin, a forbidden love… when two cousins find their hearts drawn to each other?

Does that make Cathy and Adrian sinners when they cannot resist the temptation between them?

Cathy Stewart had always thought that stepping into adulthood meant freedom and new beginnings, until her cousin Adrian coker arrived. He was calm, confident, and impossibly handsome.

he shouldn’t make her heart race… But yet every glance, every touch pulled her in, stirring feelings she knew were forbidden.

Adrian felt the same. They couldn’t resist, even though they knew it was wrong.

How far can desire go when it’s forbidden? How long can they deny themselves when every stolen look and accidental touch sparks longing? How long before they cross the line, giving in to a passion they shouldn’t feel?

It’s a love that’s forbidden, and a desire that could destroy their family’s reputation and image.

What happens when love is at stake, and the heart fights what the mind knows is wrong?

Ava, who should have been a princess of a wealthy family, was reduced to an ordinary girl who couldn't even afford her adoptive mother's medical expenses due to a wrong swap at birth twenty years ago. A contract has bound her by accident to Ryan, the second young master of the Golden Group. She should have been the noble bride who stands by his side openly and justly. But now, she has become an underground midnight sweetheart who can't be seen in public. The mystery of her life experience is full of doubts. The impostor is still at large and has repeatedly framed her. Can Ava tear apart the impostor, find her identity, and make a domineering return with a proud posture to become the ultimate beloved of the second young master of the Golden Group?

Alexia is a beautiful lady, she marries the love of her life when she is only twenty years old. Her hopefull thoughts of happily ever after turns to doom and when she sees a little bit of hope, she is framed by husband's mistress.
"It is either you confess or I divorce you." Edward says calmly, with no emotion.
"Let's get divorced then, I am tired of all this." Alexia responds feeling agitated.

Victor Jason Thompson, the last of the three boys in the Thompson family, an award-winning actor, and an Italian billionaire, has everything money could buy, but he never had love.
Valerie Williams, an orphan with no place to call home and no one to show her love, suddenly finds herself thrust face-to-face with the Italian billionaire. Will true love prevail? Is their love strong enough to overcome external pressure? Let's read the book and find out.

Ethan Moore, a ruthless billionaire lures an ordinary barmaid into marrying him, in order to secure the family property.

While using her, will he eventually fall in love with her or is she just an item to him?

Ava Carter has one goal: survive high school without losing her scholarship. Orphaned and working multiple jobs just to pay her tuition, she’s used to doing everything alone… until the richest boy in school, Ethan, appears in her life.

He’s untouchable, mysterious, and rumored to get anything he wants. And now, he wants her—but not for love. He makes a deal she can’t refuse: pretend to be his girlfriend for one year, and he’ll cover her tuition.

No touching. No feelings. Just a contract.

But the heart doesn’t follow rules. And pretending to love Ethan might cost Ava more than just her pride.

Can she survive a year of fake smiles, whispered secrets, and a boy who refuses to let her go? Or will her heart betray her before the contract ends?

Christian kissed me like sin — hard enough to make me forget why I came back.
When he finally let me go, his thumb brushed my swollen lips. “Tell me, Stella… is this revenge, or do you still crave me too?”
“Careful, brother,” Logan drawled from the doorway, dark eyes sliding over me. “That’s your fiancée’s sister.”
Then Ryder’s voice cut through the tension, cold and devastating.
“You disappeared from my bed three years ago without a word. Now you’re back pretending this house was never yours.”

Officially, I’m the Ashfords’ new nutritionist.
Unofficially, I’m the daughter they thought died in a fire twenty years ago.
I came back to destroy the family that betrayed me.
Instead, I found three dangerous men waiting for me.
Christian — my sister’s fiancé, who touches me like sin and obsession.
Ryder — the man I once loved, now loyal to the family I came to destroy.
Logan — the bastard heir who sees through every lie I tell.

In this house, desire is deadlier than revenge.
And the closer I get to the truth, the more I risk losing myself to the men who could ruin me first.

“You’re asking for trouble, little lamb.”

I thought catching my fiancé cheating with my best friend was rock bottom. Then came the vodka-fueled night that incinerated my last shred of sense—and a stranger’s searing touch in a VIP suite that branded itself into my bones.

He storms back into my life weeks later, and I learn his name: Thayne Slade. Billionaire tycoon. Forbes legend. The man who now owns my future.

My stepfather stole thirty million from him. And I? I’m the collateral.

Trapped in his glass-and-steel penthouse, stripped of every last freedom, I’m forced to play the role of his personal assistant—and his fake fiancée—a cruel stunt to spit in the face of his snobbish elite circle. Now I’m surrounded by sharks: a Hollywood heiress who sneers at me like I’m dirt, a father who calls me worthless, and a family that writes me off as a gold-digging tramp. In this world, money buys loyalty. Desire is a weapon. And Thayne Slade holds all the cards.

Will I outsmart the billionaire who owns my fate?
Or will I surrender to the nightmare that’s starting to feel dangerously like home?

After college, Lucas pursued me relentlessly.

He was the CEO of the Blackwood Group — a man whose wealth and power eclipsed ninety-nine percent of the world.

He was gentle. Romantic. Attentive. I fell for him fast.

But a year into our marriage, I began to notice something — a pattern.

Lucas's sexual appetite was intense — he wanted me almost every night. Yet every single month, he arranged a solo trip to send me away. I told myself it was his way of spoiling me.

Then a message arrived from someone called Sweet An.

Do you really know your husband?

From that day on, my life filled with shadows.

I suspected my husband of having an affair.

When Lucas and I made love, something felt wrong — his body too large, too much, like something I couldn't explain.

I heard sounds during sex — animal sounds, like something feral had crawled into bed with us.

My best friend Mia said: "There are men sick enough to let dogs fuck their wives."

The family doctor, Daisy, told me: "You could never stay by Lucas's side forever. Your background doesn't make you worthy of being his wife. Do you understand?"

I went looking for whoever had been tearing my marriage apart. I fought to win my husband back.

But the deeper I searched, the larger the secret grew — something far darker hiding beneath this supposed betrayal.

Does Lucas truly love me?

And why, out of everyone in the world, did he choose to marry me?

A year ago, Selina collapsed into Kyle's arms, bloodied and sobbing, crying that Ella had pushed her down the stairs.

Kyle didn't even give Ella a chance to explain. He was fed up with her attitude—proud, possessive, never willing to back down. As the Alpha of the Black Wolf pack, he wanted a compliant wife, not some volatile woman who always picked fights with him.

In his rage, he signed those damned papers with his own hand, sending a tearful, pleading Ella to the notorious "Shifter Correction Facility"—a place that made people's blood run cold.

"When you learn to behave, you can come home," he had told her.

A year later, the facility called him to pick her up. He expected to see his wife return broken and sorry, begging for forgiveness.

But the Shifter Correction Facility doesn't teach people to behave.

They break them. Completely.

HELP! Taken to a private island on my eighteenth birthday was one of the unimaginable things that happened to me. Now I belong to him, my body and soul all belonging to Lucifer. A man whose aura I shiver at, his breath as cold as ice, his touch as hot as hell. He invites me in, being my Prince in the dungeon he locked me up in. He is ruthless, beautiful, and complicated.

I don't know who or why he took me. My name is Ella and this is my story.

After eight years of marriage, my mate, Alpha Xavier, had slept with nearly all my female subordinates at the Blue Moon Pack house—and even my friends.
Rumors spread in the Blue Moon Pack House that if a woman wanted to become Alpha Xavier’s lover, she first had to befriend or work under Luna Emma.
I turned a blind eye to his affairs because I was pregnant. My pup was already seven months along, and I believed that once I gave birth, everything would get better.
Until one day, as I was heading for a routine check-up, his latest mistress sent me a video of them having sex. She wanted to drive me insane.

On my due date, my husband Russell locked me in an underground freezer at minus ten degrees.

The Pembroke family's unbreakable rule: the first-born male inherits the entire mafia empire. My sister-in-law Natasha and I were both pregnant, our due dates only one day apart. To ensure his brother's child was born first, Russell made this insane decision.

"My brother and Natasha's baby has to come first—this is what you owe them!" He ignored my desperate pleas and violent contractions, coldly shoving me into the freezer.

But that wasn't enough. They forcibly injected me with labor-delaying drugs. I curled up in agony on the freezing concrete floor, feeling my baby slowly slipping away, tears of despair streaming down my face.

My baby, Mommy is so sorry...

Dona McNair thought her biggest problem was figuring out how to talk to August (Augie) Reynolds, the dreamy new hockey captain she’s been crushing on from a distance. But that all changes the day she finds out he’s her stepbrother. Now trapped in a tangled family mess with a boy who barely looks her way, Dona’s quiet life suddenly feels like a crazy soap opera.

Augie has a lot of secrets, and so does his father. The more Dona learns, the deeper she falls for him and for the truth. Between rivalries on the ice, forbidden romance and a criminal past that won’t stay buried, Dona and Augie are forced to choose: walk away or fight side by side. Forbidden love was never part of the plan, but neither was falling for your stepbrother, while exposing his father’s crimes.

Everyone knew my twin sister wouldn't live past eighteen. So they gave her all the love, leaving me to survive in the shadows.
When I suffered a asthma attack on our birthday, my mother locked me in the basement.
"Stop faking it. Don't ruin your sister's last birthday," my mother hissed.
She thought I was throwing a tantrum for attention.
She was wrong.
I died on the cold concrete floor while they sang Happy Birthday upstairs.
Now, I am just a ghost floating in our living room. I watch my parents complain about my selfishness. I watch them make empty promises to treat me better tomorrow.
They don't know there is no tomorrow for me...