Andrea Delacroix is a cold hearted billionaire CEO with a heart breaking pass and she detest men but all that changes when she meets clerk Mathews a janitor at her office who refuses to be dominated by her
The boardroom was a mausoleum of ambition.
Andrea Delacroix stood at the head of the long obsidian table,a flawless silhouette in tailored black Armani.Her dark heels echoed against the marble floor like a metronome of menace,each steps measured, elegant,cold. The glow of the chandelier above cast a halo around her, but she was no angel. She was a Storm in stillness, and everyone at the table knew it. Twelve executive sat in polished leather chairs, their back rigid, spines straightened by fear alone. No one spoke. No one dared. The silence stretch like piano wires, tight and brittle, ready to snap. Andrea's gaze drifted slowly, deliberately, across the table. Her red lips curled not in amusement but in disdain " you missed the target" she said, her voice smooth as velvet, sharp as glass. James her CFO, shifted in his chair. "The market took an unexpected hi_" " I don't care about the market" Andrea interrupted. " I care about results. I don't pay you the predict the weather, I pay you to survive the storm". A faint ripple of discomfort passed through the room. No one defended James. They wouldn't risk it. Andrea Delacroix has a reputation not for cruelty,but for precision. Her decisions were lethal, not because they were emotional but because there were right. Always right. She stepped closer to the table, placing her well manicured hands on the cool surface. Her red nails tapped softly a rhythm that made the interns near the door flinch " you get one chance with me" she said softly " don't waist it" James paled . Andrea straightened, adjusted the diamond necklace around her neck, and turned without another word. The meeting was over. She didn't need to say it. Her silence was command enough. The elevator door opened with a soft chime, and she stepped inside alone, pressing the button to her private floor. As the door slid shut, her shoulders relaxed just slightly. Just enough. She closed her eyes. Behind them, for a moment she wasn't Andrea Delacroix, billionaire CEO and media darling. She was just a woman trying to breathe through a glass coffin of power. A face flashed behind her eyelids dark hair, soft smile, eyes that used to look at her like she was magic. She opened her eyes again before the pain could take root. Never again. She reminded herself. Never trust them again. Never believe then and. The elevator ding softly, and the door slid open. Back to the world. Back to the amor. That night, the office was mostly empty, save for the hum of the city lights and the whisper of the wind against the glass . Andrea returned to her penthouse suite inside the tower minimal, spotless, all gray and chrome. She liked her space the way she liked her mind: clean, unbothered, untouched. She poured herself a drink neat scotch, two fingers and walked barefoot to the massive window, staring out over the glittering New York skyline. Her empire. Her fortress. And yet somewhere below, she saw movement. A man in uniform . Cleaning staff. probably new. She almost turned away. But something made her pause. He moved with purpose. Not shuffling routine of someone beaten down by life, but the quite grace of someone who chooses silence. Like he didn't belong here but refuse to apologize for it. Odd. She narrowed her eyes. He looked up . And for one electric second...... Their eyes met. Dark clear. Intense. He didn't look away neither did she. Then with the smallest tilt of his head not a nod , not submission, just acknowledgment. He turned and disappeared down the hallway. Andrea blinked. Her pulse ticked faster. She wasn't used to being looked at like that. Not anymore. Not without fear... Or desire..... Or calculation. That look had held none of those things. Just recognition. And for the first time in years, Andrea Delacroix felt something unfamiliar stir in her chest. INTEREST.
Dear readers, this book has resumed daily updates. It took Sabrina three whole years to realize that her husband, Tyrone didn't have a heart. He was the coldest and most indifferent man she had ever met. He never smiled at her, let alone treated her like his wife. To make matters worse, the return of the woman he had eyes for brought Sabrina nothing but divorce papers. Sabrina's heart broke. Hoping that there was still a chance for them to work on their marriage, she asked, "Quick question,Tyrone. Would you still divorce me if I told you that I was pregnant?" "Absolutely!" he responded. Realizing that she didn't mean shit to him, Sabrina decided to let go. She signed the divorce agreement while lying on her sickbed with a broken heart. Surprisingly, that wasn't the end for the couple. It was as if scales fell off Tyrone's eyes after she signed the divorce agreement. The once so heartless man groveled at her bedside and pleaded, "Sabrina, I made a big mistake. Please don't divorce me. I promise to change." Sabrina smiled weakly, not knowing what to do...
Life was perfect until she met her boyfriend's big brother. There was a forbidden law in the Night Shade Pack that if the head Alpha rejected his mate, he would be stripped of his position. Sophia's life would get connected with the law. She was an Omega who was dating the head Alpha's younger brother. Bryan Morrison, the head Alpha, was not only a cold-blooded man but also a charming business tycoon. His name was enough to cause other packs to tremble. He was known as a ruthless man. What if, by some twist of destiny, Sophia's path were to intertwine with his?
Five years ago, Alessia La Rosa's life took a drastic turn when, suffering from memory loss, she wed to Dominic Carter under her grandfather's mysterious arrangement. But their marriage was a facade, bringing her only humiliation and heartache as Dominic showed no love, and she couldn't conceive. Upon discovering Dominic's infidelity, Alessia sought liberation through divorce. Yet, fate had more in store for her. Five years later, spurred by an anonymous email hinting at her lost child's whereabouts, she returns to the city with her twin babies in tow, determined to uncover the truth. As she navigates the tangled web of her past, a surprising twist awaits. Dominic, upon meeting her again, finds himself drawn to the woman she has become, unaware of her true identity as his former wife. Little does he know, the woman he's falling for is not only his ex-wife but also a powerful Doctor and Master Hacker.
Janet was adopted when she was a kid -- a dream come true for orphans. However, her life was anything but happy. Her adoptive mother taunted and bullied her all her life. Janet got the love and affection of a parent from the old maid who raised her. Unfortunately, the old woman fell ill, and Janet had to marry a worthless man in place of her parents' biological daughter to meet the maid's medical expenses. Could this be a Cinderella's tale? But the man was far from a prince, except for his handsome appearance. Ethan was the illegitimate son of a wealthy family who lived a reckless life and barely made ends meet. He got married to fulfill his mother's last wish. However, on his wedding night, he had an inkling that his wife was different from what he had heard about her. Fate had united the two people with deep secrets. Was Ethan truly the man we thought he was? Surprisingly, he bore an uncanny resemblance to the impenetrable wealthiest man in the city. Would he find out that Janet married him in place of her sister? Would their marriage be a romantic tale or an utter disaster? Read on to unravel Janet and Ethan's journey.
As a simple assistant, messaging the CEO in the dead of night to request shares of adult films was a bold move. Bethany, unsurprisingly, didn't receive any films. However, the CEO responded that, while he had no films to share, he could offer a live demonstration. After a night filled with passion, Bethany was certain she'd lose her job. But instead, her boss proposed, "Marry me. Please consider it." "Mr. Bates, you're kidding me, right?"
Rosalynn's marriage to Brian wasn't what she envisioned it to be. Her husband, Brian, barely came home. He avoided her like a plague. Worse still, he was always in the news for dating numerous celebrities. Rosalynn persevered until she couldn't take it anymore. She upped and left after filing for a divorce. Everything changed days later. Brian took interest in a designer that worked for his company anonymously. From her profile, he could tell that she was brilliant and dazzling. He pulled the stops to find out her true identity. Little did he know that he was going to receive the greatest shocker of his life. Brian bit his finger with regret when he recalled his past actions and the woman he foolishly let go.