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A BILLIONAIRE'S MINX. Blurb When I was fifteen years old I fell in love, he was a walking wet dream and for a teenage girl that was only learning to control her hormones, he was Death. I grew up in a religious household, my grandfather was a catholic pastor and so we were raised on a biblical perspective but somehow I always galloped more to worldly things. I was taught no cussing, no deception, and certainly no fucking a hot boy you just met two weeks ago, but- I loved him. I wanted to love him in all the ways I could, and I think he too loved me because he always promised forever. Somehow forever lasted short, I ended up in the wrong hands, terrible hands. I saw some bad things and did worse, my perception of life was ruined long ago now I have nothing, nothing but scars and demons. I had long forgotten about him, but years later, he crashes into my life, and he's married. His wife, making me an unwelcome proposal, and him, making me feel like the indistinguishable stupid girl I was seven years ago. However I'm no longer her, and he isn't the same eighteen-year-old I lied to, he breathes power and seduction that can be seen from miles away. All I want is to get my life in order but with my past feelings and demons resurfacing, I know one thing for sure, I am screwed. We both are. Caelum thinks he is the only fiend in my story, yet there's a far bigger demon lurking in the dark, and no matter how many times he goes hunting, he won't find it, the demon hides in the most open places and the longer Caelum searches for it, the more broken he will be when he encounters it. ~ This is a story about two star-crossed lovers who get separated by a series of unfortunate events but life gives them a second chance, with him married and her running from her demons, can they make it work?

She's a badass! I fought my eyes away from her tempting body and began to face the recording. I couldn't and it's required that I look at her anyway. The gown accentuated her curves and made me want to gobble her on the floor and fuck the shit out of her sexy body. Her stomach was bare, and the gown failed to hide her hourglass shape. To make it worse, it's left open, revealing her cleavage, the valley between her breasts. Her bare tonearms, straight legs, sexy wide hips. She's very pretty and I see what her presence is doing to me. The next is her addictive scent behind me, filling my nostrils and interfering with my senses that I feel like enveloping her in a tight hug and basking in her scent. "Get out!" I screamed and walked away from her, slamming the door shut and ran up to my office. It was getting messy but my mind was way messier. What the fuck is going on? What is this? Gosh!! I was astonished by her, I didn't know what came over me. I have never swooned over a lady, like the way this lady made me. "Master, are you alright?" My secretary hands me a glass of water and I gulp immediately anything to quench the thirst burning in my chest and soothe the fire in my soul. "I'm having a headache so tell the others to leave immediately. We will do this some other time and that includes the girl." "But Master Adrian.." She tries to speak. I knew all she wanted to say so I waved her off. "Listen to me, you have no choice," I warned with a fierce tone and she shuddered. "Alright." She bowed slightly. "Ela!" "Yes, Master." She turns almost twisting the doorknob. "I want you to pay her off, tell her she was great but we have a better choice." He instructed and she nodded and walked away. I slumped to the chair and gripped my hair as though I wanted to rip them off my scalp. What is wrong with me? Damn! ~ Master Adrain, a Billionaire Playboy who is from an affluent Cuban family, hasn't fallen in love and is determined to make it that way. Love isn't his stock in trade as he has women in his every Beck and call but just one thing he needs. A baby! Ariel Donald doesn't have the time to date, attend parties. She has been working from age fourteen catering to her chair bound little brother and bedridden mother. When the two cross paths in a stripping club. He knew he had found the woman with the right physical attributes to birth his child and she knew she had gotten into trouble anytime he flashes his handsome Greek god smile at her. They struck a deal but unbeknownst to her. A life of secrets, fears, and danger awaits when enemies lurk around.

Notice; Book Contains Dark scenes and might be unfavorable to sensitive readers. ~ "You like this don't you?" He asked with his sultry powerful voice that made my skin servile. He had a dark, hard, and powerful aura. I simply nodded lost to the sensations building up in my thighs. He grabbed my hair tightly. "Answer me!" He yelled. The sound of his voice bounced through the walls, as my heartbeat accelerated higher. "Yes." I could feel him smirk behind me as he traced his fingers from my earlobe down to my neck drawing circles around it at a slow pace. His other hand went to my bosom and began tugging, kneading, and caressing. I tried to swallow my moans and kept it buried but no matter how hard I tried to keep it back in it came crashing out like an eruption. "Ahhh!" I exclaimed burning in the furnace of pleasure as my head fell back and beaded sweat formed on my forehead. He was skilled with his hands as he knew what to touch to increase or decrease my pleasure. "Are you ready to cum for me slut?" He gritted to my ears as he tugged painfully at my breast and twisted the other making it unbearable for me to act sane. I wanted him not to stop. I wanted his hands all day fuck! I wanted this pleasure for life. I don't care if I die from it. It felt so good to ever think of anything else at this point. He called me a slut and I didn't get mad at his choice of words. Instead, I found myself getting wettie, hornier, and excited in dire need of an orgasm. "Yes!" I answered quickly, licking my lips. He spun me around to face him. "When next I ask a question, answer yes sir! Have I made myself clear?" He ordered as his hands gripped my throat as though he wanted to choke me. It felt sexy to me. I wanted to be choked, scratched, pulled, assaulted whichever he chooses to take me and how. I'm a slave to my fantasies. "Yes sir!" He let go of me, my fingers crawled up to my neck where his grip had smeared and a naughty smile spread across my face. He moved away from me and stepped a few distance as I heard the shuffling of clothes and my skin tingled in anticipation. I felt his whiskey breath fan my face as he slid behind me. His tongue traced the outline of my ear down to my neck and I felt a shiver run down my spine. We were unclad skin to skin. I was ready for the taking. My pussy throbbed painfully wishing for an intrusion to soothe the aches. His hot tongue on my skin fueled my sexual tension and it slowly rose to a peak to the extent I wanted to cry. 'Please fuck me!' ************ Ryker Armstrong has never met the obstacle he couldn't overcome, with everyone on his beck and call at his fingertips. He hasn't met the lady that could resist his charms or the high stake in status he possesses. Harper Jones had given up the fantasy of having her knight in shining armour and doesn't believe in them. And with her strict upbringing and personality, succumbing to temptation never occurred to her. When two strangers meet, things aren't what they seem. But sometimes life isn't just white and black.

Note; Book contains dark scenes, violence and extreme B.D.S.M activities. Might be offensive to sensitive readers. ~ "You like it don't you?" He asked as his fingers brushed my cleavage, unbuttoning my shirt and pulling my breasts out of my bra. I moaned when his cold, hairy, strong hands came in contact with my hot, hard nipples. "Yeah, I do." My voice was strained in wanton need. I widened my legs as my skirt rode up to my lap showing my set of white lacy-soaked panties, any form of reasoning had flown out of the window. The only thing I cared about was letting this man touch and fuck me whichever way he chooses to. He came in between my outstretched widened legs, and I almost paled in return. His fingers started to tease and pull on my hard nipples, pinching and pulling repeatedly sending a mini orgasm to rock through my body. How could someone have an orgasm from just nipple foreplay? It's Mr. John. Anything is possible. "You like this don't you Maria?" He asked sultrily into my ears, as he rocked his hard bulge in my wet panties. "Yes!" I cried out, I didn't care if anyone heard the loud throaty moans from my throat. "Say yes sir!" He pinched my nipples and I shrieked. "Yes sir!" A scream tore out from my throat. "Oh...Please stop teasing me." I begged his groin rubbing on my soaked panties was killing me, I couldn't take it anymore. "You want me." He purred into my ears. "I need you badly." I almost screamed. "But how do you want me?" He traced his hands on my panties band and slammed it to my skin. "Oh." I gasped, biting my bottom lip. His fingers slid into my clit massaging it, his fingers found my juices as he smiled and brought it to his lips. I started rocking my hips back and forth, to his groin. The friction gave a pleasing relief to my throbbing pussy. "I want you inside of me," I begged, as my pussy throbbed when he got out between my legs. "This is my office and if you want us to have a crazy fling, I will lay out the contract." He said biting my earlobe and rubbing my cleavages, twisting my nipples a bit. "Contract?" I asked, what does he need a contract for? A contract to fuck? That's madness!... ******** Maria is trying to put her life back together after she was abandoned by her childhood sweetheart on the altar. Leaving her family behind she moved to Orano, where she got a Job in MTC. A new future she wishes to create as she runs into John, a sexy bachelor. Soon a crazy obsessive fling turns into something more. While they try to fight their connection, evil lurks within. Will they survive with their hearts and souls intact?

Jane thought meeting her mate would fix everything in her life after losing everything. Her parents were murdered, and her pack wiped out by the punter rogues. She was the lone survivor that made it to the woods. The moon goddess blessed her with a wolf, a witch and a vampire that kept her safe that fateful day. Meeting Alpha Patrick was almost like reliving that day, he was cruel, arrogant and selfish. Jane ran away from him, she would rather live out in the wild than deal with him and his cruel behavior. But something about him made her go back and try and chisel. The ice around his darken heart. He still kept his distance, but why? Will Jane gain his love? Will Patrick allow his undying love show for her or will his cold heart keep them apart? Jane and Patrick’s relationship is full of ups and downs, will they last or will they fall?

N/B book contains dark and huge smuthood. Might be offensive to sensitive readers. A beautiful, savvy and adventurous young heiress faces trauma after trauma which seems to occupy her life. Her life takes a bittersweet encounter when she meets the heartless and insanely possessive Kessler Blackwell. She finds herself in a whole lot of pandemonium and a new world of crisis. Will this crazy man be her flashlight? Or will Kessler just be another knife like the others that cut her deep and added to the many that brought tears to her eyes, burns in her lungs, and hunger to her soul?

Book Blurb Ryker Armstrong has never met the obstacle he couldn't overcome, with everyone on his beck and call at his fingertips. He hasn't met the lady that could resist his charms or the high stake in status he possesses. Harper Jones had given up the fantasy of having her knight in shining amour and doesn't believe in them. And with her strict upbringing and personality, succumbing to temptation never occurred to her. When two strangers meet, things aren't what they seem. But sometimes life isn't just white and black. Twisted fantasy. (His obsession, Her possession)

I was an intern nurse working exhausting shifts, yet my mother constantly forced me into blind dates with wealthy, arrogant men to secure our family's social standing. During a terrifying hospital lockdown, an assassin disguised as a doctor held a scalpel to my throat. I was almost killed, but a high-ranking military colonel threw his own body down a flight of concrete stairs to shield me. I survived with cuts and bruises, but when I went home, my mother didn't care about my near-death experience. She was only furious that I had rushed out on my blind date with Preston, a rich financial analyst. She forced me to meet him to apologize. When Preston grabbed my arm, bruised me, and mocked my attack as a pathetic lie, my mother still took his side. "Men get angry," she told me coldly. "It's your job not to provoke them. You will beg for his forgiveness, or you are no longer welcome in this house." I had narrowly escaped an assassin, yet my own family was willing to feed me to a monster just for a fat paycheck and neighborhood gossip. My heart went completely dead. So, when the intimidating Colonel appeared, offering me maximum military protection through a sudden marriage, I didn't hesitate. I walked back into my parents' house and calmly slapped a crisp marriage certificate onto the coffee table. "I won't be apologizing to Preston. I got married today."

On our third anniversary, my husband canceled our dinner, claiming a sudden work emergency. I tracked his phone to an exclusive French restaurant, only to find him tenderly fastening a blessed bracelet—one I had flown across the world to get for him—onto his college ex-girlfriend's wrist. The sheer shock triggered a violent placental abruption. Bleeding out in my car just across the street, I frantically called his number. Through the window, I watched him glance at his screen, frown in annoyance, and press decline to focus on his lover. While I was wheeled into a freezing operating room for an emergency C-section utterly alone, he took his mistress back to our marital bed. He didn't even bother to check if I was alive, completely oblivious that our premature daughter was fighting for her life in the NICU. I soon discovered our entire marriage was a sham. He had used my family's wealth to save his company, and now he was trading me to secure a massive business deal with his ex's father. The man I loved didn't exist; he only saw me as a disposable asset. "I'm going to make him wish he had never been born." After secretly securing my baby in a private retreat, I ordered a medical-grade silicone pregnancy belly to hide my flat stomach. I stepped back into our penthouse, ready to burn his precious empire to the ground.

For three years, Cali Sullivan abandoned her brilliant tech career to be the quiet, accommodating wife of billionaire Halsey Donovan. But on her thirtieth birthday, she returned to their London mansion only to find it empty. The housekeeper, looking at her with deep pity, revealed that Halsey had taken his female friend, Brittaney, out shopping to celebrate her birthday instead. He had even taken their young daughter, Lily, with them. When Cali called him, Halsey coldly dismissed her, his attention entirely on Brittaney's bright laughter in the background. The crushing blow came the next morning when Cali stood outside Lily's bedroom and overheard her own daughter's innocent wish. "I wish Auntie Brittaney could be my new mommy. I think Daddy would like that, too." Later that afternoon, Cali saw them through the window of a private club. Halsey was wiping a smudge from Lily's face with a tender focus he never showed his wife, while Brittaney casually fed him cake. They looked like the perfect, happy family. All of Cali's desperate love and sacrifices felt like a cruel joke. She had been entirely erased from her own family. In that moment, the agonizing pain just stopped, replaced by a cold, absolute clarity. Cali drafted a divorce agreement waiving every cent of his wealth, left her platinum wedding rings on the nightstand, and booked a one-way flight back to New York. She was no longer Mrs. Donovan; it was time to get her real name back.

Vivian was eight weeks pregnant, holding the warm ultrasound picture, ready to share the fragile secret with her billionaire husband, Sterling. But before she could speak, he tossed a thick document onto the marble table: DISSOLUTION OF MARRIAGE. "Kara's back," he stated coldly, referring to his childhood sweetheart. "I'm giving her the place she deserves." He demanded she vacate the penthouse immediately, leaving with absolutely nothing. She didn't cry or beg. She signed the papers, touched her flat stomach where his secret child grew, and walked out in her old trench coat. She blocked his number, vanished from New York, and spent the next four years building a new life in Geneva as a top-tier surgeon, raising their twin boys entirely alone. She thought she had finally escaped her past, until Sterling's bodyguards suddenly broke down her apartment door in the middle of the night. He had used his immense wealth and power to force the "genius Dr. Vivian" to treat Kara's ruined uterus. He was completely unaware that the masked, heavily accented doctor he was threatening was his discarded wife, or that his own flesh and blood were sleeping just down the hall. Watching him desperately lavish a manipulative liar with the tenderness he had always denied her, the last thread of Vivian's lingering pain simply vanished. She sent a single, encrypted text to a trusted friend. "The boys are safe. I'm ready to start Phase Two." She was done hiding. It was time to show him how a real war was fought.

Chloe had just given birth to twins, lying exhausted in a cramped, bustling hospital ward. When she called her husband, Julian, he was busy partying with his actress mistress. He coldly hung up on her, having already drafted a brutal divorce agreement that would leave her with a pittance. Strangers in the next bed loudly mocked her pitiful state, gossiping about how Julian was dumping her. For years, Chloe had erased her own identity to fit into his elite world, only to be thrown away like garbage. She was completely alone, clutching her helpless babies, bracing herself to sign the cruel papers just to survive. She couldn't understand why her absolute devotion was met with such chilling indifference. Why did she have to suffer this ultimate humiliation while he celebrated with the woman who ruined her life? But then, a senior doctor noticed a unique mole on her wrist and ran a secret DNA test. The results were staggering: Chloe was the long-lost daughter of the billionaire Beaumont family. With her fiercely protective parents and three powerful brothers suddenly forming an impenetrable fortress around her, Chloe picked up her phone and texted her arrogant husband. "City Hall tomorrow at 10 AM. If you don't show up, my lawyer will handle everything. And trust me, you won't like their terms."

As I lay on the floor of our manor, bleeding out from a ruptured ectopic pregnancy, I used my last ounce of strength to call my husband, Cole. I begged him for help, my vision blurring. But the only thing I heard was the clinking of champagne glasses and his mistress's giggle in the background. "Stop the drama, June," Cole snapped, his voice cold. "We're about to go on stage. Don't call again." He hung up, leaving me to die alone on the Persian rug while he accepted an award with another woman on his arm. I woke up in the hospital days later. My baby was gone. They had removed my fallopian tube. Cole finally arrived, smelling of expensive scotch and his mistress's perfume. He didn't hug me. He didn't cry. Instead, he leaned over my hospital bed, pressing his knee into the mattress until my fresh stitches tore open and bled. "You embarrassed me by calling an ambulance," he hissed. "My mistress, Alycia, says you're faking it. Clean yourself up." He left me bleeding again to go announce a $10 million donation to Alycia's "groundbreaking" medical research. I stared at the TV screen, numb. The research Alycia was taking credit for? It was mine. I wrote that patent years ago under a pseudonym. They thought I was just a poor, orphan housewife who needed Cole's money to survive. They had no idea I was actually a billionaire scientist hiding my identity. I pulled the IV needle out of my arm. A drop of blood fell onto the divorce papers I had been hiding. I didn't wipe it off. I signed my name right over it. Then I walked into the bank, reactivated my dormant account with $128 million, and bought the penthouse directly overlooking Cole's house. The mourning widow is dead. The avenger is born.

I was once the heiress to the Solomon empire, but after it crumbled, I became the "charity case" ward of the wealthy Hyde family. For years, I lived in their shadows, clinging to the promise that Anson Hyde would always be my protector. That promise shattered when Anson walked into the ballroom with Claudine Chapman on his arm. Claudine was the girl who had spent years making my life a living hell, and now Anson was announcing their engagement to the world. The humiliation was instant. Guests sneered at my cheap dress, and a waiter intentionally sloshed champagne over me, knowing I was a nobody. Anson didn't even look my way; he was too busy whispering possessively to his new fiancée. I was a ghost in my own home, watching my protector celebrate with my tormentor. The betrayal burned. I realized I wasn't a ward; I was a pawn Anson had kept on a shelf until he found a better trade. I had no money, no allies, and a legal trust fund that Anson controlled with a flick of his wrist. Fleeing to the library, I stumbled into Dallas Koch-a titan of industry and my best friend's father. He was a wall of cold, absolute power that even the Hydes feared. "Marry me," I blurted out, desperate to find a shield Anson couldn't climb. Dallas didn't laugh. He pulled out a marriage agreement and a heavy fountain pen. "Sign," he commanded, his voice a low rumble. "But if you walk out that door with me, you never go back." I signed my name, trading my life for the only man dangerous enough to keep me safe.

I was supposed to be the lucky one, the bankrupt Beaumont heiress engaged to Devyn Langley, the golden boy of Boston's elite. But the moment I landed from Europe, my best friend shoved a high-definition photo in my face. It was Devyn, tangled in white sheets with another woman. I didn't cry. Instead, I planted hidden cameras in his secret Manhattan penthouse and heard the disgusting truth. "When are you going to dump that boring bitch?" his mistress whined. "Soon. As soon as her family's final trust fund payout clears. Then I'll toss her out like trash," Devyn laughed. To add insult to injury, he removed me from the guest list of his family's charity gala. When I showed up anyway, his mother pointed a shaking finger at my face in front of the entire upper crust. "You are a charity case! A beggar! Get out!" she screamed, while Devyn demanded I get on my knees and apologize. They paraded around like saints, using my family's tragedy for good PR while secretly plotting to steal my last penny and destroy me. Did they really think I was just a weak, compliant fiancée who would quietly accept her ruin? Wearing a blood-red dress, I hacked the ballroom's main screen and broadcasted his 4K sex tape to every billionaire and reporter in the room. Then, I threw my five-carat ring at his chest and walked away with Kian Koch—the most terrifying man on Wall Street—leaving the Langley empire to burn.

I woke up on silk sheets that smelled of expensive cedar and cold sandalwood, a world away from my cramped apartment in Brooklyn. Beside me lay Ezra Gardner-my boss, the billionaire CEO of Gardner Holdings, and the man who could end my career with a snap of his fingers. He didn't offer an apology for the night before; instead, he looked at me with terrifying clarity and proposed a cold, calculated business arrangement. "Marriage. It stabilizes the board and solves the PR crisis before it begins." He dressed me in archival Chanel and sent me home in his Maybach, but my life was already falling apart. My boyfriend, Irving, claimed he had passed out early, yet his location data placed him at my best friend's apartment until three in the morning. When I tried to run, I realized Ezra was already ten steps ahead, tracking my movements and uncovering the secret I'd spent twenty years hiding: my connection to the powerful Senator Grimes. I was trapped between a CEO who treated me like a line item on a quarterly report and a boyfriend who had been using me while sleeping with my closest friend. I felt like a pawn in a game I didn't understand, wondering why a man like Ezra would walk up forty flights of stairs on a broken leg just to make sure I was safe. "Showtime, Mrs. Gardner." Standing on the red carpet in a gown that cost more than my life, I watched my cheating ex-boyfriend's face turn pale as Ezra claimed me in front of the world. I wasn't just an assistant anymore; I was a weapon, and it was time to burn their world down.

She came back to expose her cheating fiancé. She didn't expect to catch the eye of the most dangerous man in the city. On the night she publicly called off her engagement, a mysterious billionaire put a jade prayer bracelet on her wrist and said, "Marry me. You won't lose." Now her ex-fiancé is begging for a second chance, her scheming sister is out for blood, and everyone says she's ruined her life. But her new husband? He just smiles and says, "Let them talk. I'll handle it." Wait — did she just accidentally marry the most powerful man in the country?