Amanda Collins was meant to be the heir of Diamond Drive Gold Mining. A company her father built from scratch, as the only daughter. But she was underage, when her father died, her uncle took charge of the company's affairs. Being the only child, she got the right to inherit her father's assets. She'll take over them once she comes of age. Despite reaching the agreed age, her Uncle, Mark, refused to let go; instead, his whole family treated Amanda like a slave in his house. She was made to do chores, starved, and bullied by everyone in the house. Derick, Mark's wayward son, had forced himself on Amanda and taken away her virginity. Amanda was evicted and left with nothing because of her pregnancy. Would she get through this? Will she ever get that which belongs to her? Find out in this intriguing book.
Mark sat at his desk, going through the company's financial reports. She stood there and knocked as her heart pounded. "Come in," Mark's voice boomed. She opened the door slowly, her eyes down. "Uncle Mark, can we talk?" Mark barely glanced up from what he was doing. "What is it, Amanda?" She took a deep breath. "I was wondering if I could talk to you about Diamond Drive. I'm 25 now and thought maybe I should ... take over." Mark's face closed off. He leaned back in the chair and crossed his arms. "Amanda, you know how complicated the business is,' Mark uttered.
"You are not ready for this responsibility," he added and continued flipping the pages of the reports on his desk. Amanda tried to push her luck one more time, "But I've been studying and learning everything I can, even before the death of my father." Amanda said weakly. "I know, Amanda. That's not enough,' Mark replied dismissively. "Running a company is not just about book-learning. It is about experience, and you don't have any." For years, Amanda had waited, but now it was slipping away again. "But Uncle, I wanted it, that's my legacy. It is my father's wish that I should have it." Mark's eyes narrowed. "Your father told me to run the business for him until you were old enough to take over. From where I am standing, that time has not yet come." Amanda's shoulders drooped. Arguing was pointless. "OK," she said quietly and turned away. But on her way back to her room, she felt like her world was on a hold. She had no control over her life, nor could she pursue her dreams; all she had were false promises of upward mobility. Later that evening, Mark's wife Lydia came to find him in the living room. "Mark, you and I need to talk about Amanda." She began. Mark looked up from his newspaper. "What about her?" "She's been increasingly insistent that she wants to take over the business," Lydia said, her voice almost quiet. "We must not allow that to happen." Mark frowned. "I know. But she's getting older. We need a better excuse. We can't keep telling her the same thing repeatedly," he responded. "What do you think, Lydia," Mark asked. Lydia leaned closer; she flashed her pale eyes. "Tell her the company's not in a good position yet. Tell her it isn't stabilized enough to take on her skills." Mark nodded slowly. "You're right. She needs to stay out of the way." The following day, Amanda approached Lydia in the kitchen; she wanted to ask again, hoping for a different answer. "Aunt Lydia, can I talk to you about the company?" Amanda said, her voice shaking slightly. I looked at her with a thin smile. "Of course, Amanda. What is it?" Aunt Lydia, about the company?' Amanda's voice broke, but she held herself. She was determined to ask whatever comes out of it. Lydia paused, her eyes narrowed slightly as she responded, "Amanda, the company is not something to worry over." She replied, pretending not to understand her question. "But Aunt Lydia, Dad wanted me to run the company; he trained me since I was 14, and I think it's time I take over." She explained, head down. Lydia sighed, slowly laying down the fruit knife. "Your father told Mark he could run the company until you are ready. Your father knew what he was doing. And I believe Mark also knows what he's doing. When the time is right, you will get it." Amanda shook her head. "But I'm old enough," she said, frustration rising in her voice. "I've been training for this for a long time." Lydia's face stiffened. Her tone turned frosty. "No!" she exclaimed. 'No, you're not ready, Amanda. You're too young to run a company like Diamond Drive. You must be more experienced and mature before taking on this role. "I've been studying business ever since I was a girl. Auntie, talk to my uncle on my behalf; I wish to take what belongs to me." She insisted. Lydia pretended a pitiful look, then hardened her face again. "It's not about studying, though, Amanda. Mark and I have agreed – the company's just not in a position for you to take over." Amanda's voice caught in her throat. 'OK. But look, you keep saying that. It's fine if you have a reason, but will you tell me why?' Lydia snapped. She turned and hit Amanda across the face hard; the sound silenced the room, "Get out of here right now!" she yelled. Amanda stumbled back; her hand flew to her cheek to touch the hot, aching slap she just received. Her eyes were wide with shock, followed by a flush of hurt. "What was that for?" she cried at Lydia, who continued to stare back at her with hatred. "You have to stop it, Amanda," Lydia snapped, "The company will never be yours. You have to accept that." Tears of pain and anger welled up in Amanda's eyes. Why did Lydia and Mark insist on keeping her from something she believed was hers? It was as if a boulder was rolled against a mountain, and she could push at it but never get nearer. "I can't accept that," Amanda whispered, her voice cracking with emotion. Lydia swiveled on her heel and walked off. Amanda stood there momentarily while her anger and despair exploded in her brain. For years, she'd harbored the hope that she'd eventually take over from Dad. She'd run his little business with the same panache and love he had. "This is just how it is; I must accept it,' she muttered. It's just the way it is. I have no choice. What do I do now?"
Diane Richardson's life changes forever when she is discovered to be the lost heir to a multi-million dollar fortune. Raised in poverty and struggling to care for her sick foster brother, her world turns upside down when Jonathan Richardson reveals her true identity. Thrust into an elite society, Diane must navigate a dangerous path of power and betrayal. Amidst opulence and intrigue, Diane faces an arranged marriage with Edward Ford, despite her undeniable chemistry with his brother, James—the man who once saved her family in ways he can't even remember. As dark secrets and deadly threats emerge, Diane must fight for her legacy, protect her loved ones, and choose between duty and passion. "The Heiress and the Ford brothers" is a thrilling tale of love, betrayal, and the quest for justice in a world where nothing is as it seems.
They don't know I'm a girl. They all look at me and see a boy. A prince. Their kind purchase humans like me for their lustful desires. And, when they stormed into our kingdom to buy my sister, I intervened to protect her. I made them take me too. The plan was to escape with my sister whenever we found a chance. How was I to know our prison would be the most fortified place in their kingdom? I was supposed to be on the sidelines. The one they had no real use for. The one they never meant to buy. But then, the most important person in their savage land-their ruthless beast king-took an interest in the "pretty little prince." How do we survive in this brutal kingdom, where everyone hates our kind and shows us no mercy? And how does someone, with a secret like mine, become a lust slave? . AUTHOR'S NOTE. This is a dark romance-dark, mature content. Highly rated 18+ Expect triggers, expect hardcore. If you're a seasoned reader of this genre, looking for something different, prepared to go in blindly not knowing what to expect at every turn, but eager to know more anyway, then dive in! . From the author of the international bestselling book: "The Alpha King's Hated Slave."
Carrying a child left Adeline trapped in marriage to the ruthless and unhinged Waylon, and everyone doubted she'd survive to see the baby's first breath. Filled with dread but determined, she carefully won him over and soon became his lethal obsession. Yet on the day she planned to escape, Waylon drove their car to a cliff's edge, foot hovering over the gas. "I'm sorry, love—did you just say divorce?" His fingers skimmed her cheek, his tone a deadly whisper. "Defy me, and you pay." Later, drenched in blood and rain, he knelt before her, trembling, and pleaded, "Tell me how to keep you here."
"I, Erika Blackwood, stand before you, Alexander Robertson, with a heavy heart. I hereby reject you as my mate. The bond we once shared has grown fragile, and my soul yearns for a different path. May you find solace in the love of another, and may we both find the happiness we seek." Alexander didn't say a word and looked at me. But he refused to accept. *********** Erika Blackwood is the next Alpha in line of the Ironclaw Pack. She hides her identity and gets mated to the Alpha of the Moonforest Pack, Alexander Robertson. Three years passed, but Alexander is still unwilling to let go of his childhood sweetheart. Erika is mistreated and eventually framed by the same childhood sweetheart. Now she leaves with that humiliation, and goes back to her pack, swearing vengeance on those who hurt her. They all waited for her to return and beg, but what happens when they realize that the famous Ironclaw Pack that was going to help in the rogue war, was ruled by a woman named, Erika Blackwood. Now her Ex mates want her back. Other Alphas want this woman.. But will she accept any of them? Or will she stay independent forever?...
For as long as Emily can remember, she has wanted to overcome her shyness and explore her sexuality. Still, everything changes when she receives an invitation to visit one of the town's most prestigious BDSM clubs, DESIRE'S DEN. On the day she chose to peruse the club, she noticed three men, all dressed in suits, standing on the upper level, near the railing. Despite her limited vision, she persisted in fixating on them. Their towering statues belied the toned bodies concealed by their sharply tailored suits-or so she could tell. The hair of two of them was short and dark, and the third had light brown-possibly blond-hair that reached the shoulders. The dark, crimson background incised their figures, exuding an air of mystery and strength. They stood in stark contrast to the unfiltered, primal energy that pulsed through the club. Shocked by the desires these men aroused in her, she was disappointed to learn that they were masters seeking a slave to divide and conquer. She couldn't afford the fee, and she also realized that they were outside her league. Emily hurriedly left the club, feeling disappointed and depressed, unaware that she had also caught the group's attention. A world of wicked pleasure, three handsome men. Over the years, they have lived a life of decadence, their lavish lair serving as a stage for their most sinister desires. But despite the unending parade of willing subjects, one woman sticks out. A mysterious stranger with white porcelain skin and a killer body, a slave, a name with no address, the first lady to attract their eye and they will go to any length to obtain her no matter the consequences.
In order to fulfill her grandfather's last wish, Stella entered into a hasty marriage with an ordinary man she had never met before. However, even after becoming husband and wife on paper, they each led separate lives, barely crossing paths. A year later, Stella returned to Seamarsh City, hoping to finally meet her mysterious husband. To her astonishment, he sent her a text message, unexpectedly pleading for a divorce without ever having met her in person. Gritting her teeth, Stella replied, "So be it. Let’s get a divorce!" Following that, Stella made a bold move and joined the Prosperity Group, where she became a public relations officer that worked directly for the company’s CEO, Matthew. The handsome and enigmatic CEO was already bound in matrimony, and was known to be unwaveringly devoted to his wife in private. Unbeknownst to Stella, her mysterious husband was actually her boss, in his alternate identity! Determined to focus on her career, Stella deliberately kept her distance from the CEO, although she couldn't help but notice his deliberate attempts to get close to her. As time went on, her elusive husband had a change of heart. He suddenly refused to proceed with the divorce. When would his alternate identity be uncovered? Amidst a tumultuous blend of deception and profound love, what destiny awaited them?
Lyric had spent her life being hated. Bullied for her scarred face and hated by everyone-including her own mate-she was always told she was ugly. Her mate only kept her around to gain territory, and the moment he got what he wanted, he rejected her, leaving her broken and alone. Then, she met him. The first man to call her beautiful. The first man to show her what it felt like to be loved. It was only one night, but it changed everything. For Lyric, he was a saint, a savior. For him, she was the only woman that had ever made him cum in bed-a problem he had been battling for years. Lyric thought her life would finally be different, but like everyone else in her life, he lied. And when she found out who he really was, she realized he wasn't just dangerous-he was the kind of man you don't escape from. Lyric wanted to run. She wanted freedom. But she desired to navigate her way and take back her respect, to rise above the ashes. Eventually, she was forced into a dark world she didn't wish to get involved with.