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Seth Black isn't your average man. He may wear a tailored suit, but don't let that fool you-he doesn't play by society's rules. He makes them. He lives untamed, unapologetic, and entirely in control. A man of sharp edges and sharper appetites, Seth has no patience for innocence. If you're single, looking, or too easy to love-keep walking. But if you're off-limits? Married? Engaged? Now you've got his full attention. And once Seth decides he wants you, there's no turning back. He'll strip you bare-body, mind, and soul-until you forget every reason you ever told him no. That's how this real estate titan moves-backwards, sideways, and straight through your defenses. Then Alice Roberts walks into his office. She's not taken. Which makes her dangerous. He wants her. She's the curve in his straight line. The chaos in his control. And the one woman he should probably stay away from... but never will. What begins as a game of power and temptation quickly turns into a twisted dance of desire, secrets, and something dangerously close to love.
His name was Seth Todd Black. And he was a hellion.
Okay, okay, he wasn't really a hellion. But people tended to refer to him as such; he merely acknowledged it being said.
Miscreant, Asshole, Devil Boy were just a few of the disparaging names he'd been dubbed. For the life of him, though, he couldn't understand why. He wasn't a bad person. Not to himself, at least.
He was an extremely wealthy man who provided jobs and opportunities for a decent living for thousands of people around the globe. He governed incalculable charities, fed the poor, clothed the unclothed, and helped the underprivileged.
For heaven's sake, he rebuilt an entire parish after that bitch of a hurricane twirled her destructive little skirt tail across several states and uprooted a vast amount of lives and homes.
Talk about 'home-wrecker'. So, you see? He wasn't too bad.
Actually, he considered himself as normal as any other human being. There were just two small defects of his-or unredeemable habits, one could say, that made truly normal people deem him rotten: One, he fucking swore a lot. Two, he was a proud enabler of adultery and consciously steered clear of any female sector whose ages were below his on the calendar.
Did it make him a hellion because he enjoyed spraying F-bombs on everyone like a swear-word confetti gun? Or because he enjoyed dating screwing around with women who were five to ten years his senior, married, engaged, or otherwise entangled?
No? He didn't think so either.
It's not like he was strapping goddamn bombs to his chest, robbing banks, blowing up airplanes, hitting on pregnant women, peeping through little boys' windows with his dick in his hand, or sending naked pictures of himself to underage vaginas...Guess the world saw him in a different light than he did.
To himself, he was just Seth Todd Black: a good guy. A really good guy. You'll see. Then, perhaps, you'll agree.
At present, he was trapped within the confinements of his office with his gayer of the gayest male assistant, Will, browsing through potential design plans for one of his new tower loft constructions. And he was scowling with sheer displeasure.
The designs were drafted by one of his best designers; yet, they came across as trite and uninspiring.
With a sharp shake of his head, Seth leaned back in his comfortable leather chair, "I'm done."
Will glanced at him from across his large oak desk, brows raised. "You're cutting her? Monica Regens is your supposedly 'best' designer. You've been using her on all the top projects for years."
"Exactly. And now she's grown comfortable, which has rendered her predictable. She keeps recreating the same thing every time. I need newness. Innovation. Daring designs. Monica's just not delivering anymore."
Will nodded in agreement. An exceptional assistant for the last five years, he was about five feet four inches short, with a wiry frame and a gay attitude. He kept his hair trimmed in a spiky blonde Mohawk, had a wide gauge piercing on one ear and a cage piercing on the other.
Seth didn't force him to wear a three-piece suit-he himself detested suits-he permitted Will to wear whatever he wanted, so Will was always dressed in his customary steel-toed boots, tight jeans with studded belts, and stretchy rocker T-shirts.
Many times, he was asked why he hired a freak for an assistant. A careless shrug would always be his reply. Why not hire a freak for an assistant?
See, Seth Black was unconventional in every sense of the word, so he was perpetually doing the opposite of whatever was expected. Screw world order.
He was rich, he was powerful, he was the boss, and he could do whatever the hell he wanted. Some called it rebellion, but he called it shitting-on-dumb-ass-rules. Will wasn't a freak, anyway.He was just gay.
"That's true.However, you can't drop Monica at this moment. The Riverview penthouses, or shells, are already two months behind your planned schedule, and they need to be completed and crossed off the list. You've got a lot of food crowding your already laden table, so you need to clear some of these small dishes before the big ones start falling off and smashing into pieces."
"Taking a chance on a different designer-who you'd be putting a helluva strain and pressure on, by the way-to get these penthouses ready on time, might not be the smartest idea right now. You can always dump Monica after this project."
That was the answer he never offered to people who inquired about his freak of an assistant. Will wasn't a mere assistant. Will kept things leveled, pointing out the obvious to him when he was being blind and irrational.
Being the boss didn't deter Will from telling him point blank when he thought he was sticking his head too far up his ass. Will knew his shit better than those sniffy punks in sharp charcoal suits. So, there you have it, he hired a weird, gay assistant because he kicked ass...or licked it...or stocked it...or all the above.
"You're right, Will. But as you know, these apartments are unfairly overpriced. They're all sold out because pompous buyers are expecting something above what's already out there. This," Seth said, turning around his laptop to face Will, "is average. The same shit that's been in Monica's last three projects, with just a slight difference.
"You know what kind of customers I have. Customers who never question price because they know The Royals' Realty always delivers. If each new building doesn't transcend in creativity, notices will be made that I'm a fucking dickwad with my prices. Which I am, of course. But, who gives a shit about the price tag as long as they're happy with the product? Monica's not gonna work."
Will glanced at the computer screen and shrugged. "So what're you going to do, then?Want me to send out notification emails to the buyers, informing them completion dates are being pushed back a few months? It's construction. I'm pretty sure they'll understand that shit happens sometimes."
"Shit happens. But not with me. I've got a rep to maintain." Seth rubbed his forehead in thought. "Who do I have that can deliver this project on time with a commendable design?"
Will raised a censorious brow, "All your designers are not just good, but great at what they do, or else they wouldn't be working for you. You're the one who chose to put Monica above everyone else because she brought in praises for the Leo"s penthouses she designed a few years back. That doesn't mean she's better than anyone else. It's just the hype you gave her."
Seth shot him a disgusted look. "Are you my goddamn assistant or my consultant? You've got too much to say, dude."
Will smirked. "And you listen. Because you know whenever I open my mouth, it's not hog shit spraying out."
Seth waved him off. "So? Who do we have?"
"The design department of The Royals' Realty has 120 interior designers. So the answer to that is 'you have a lot'. The real question is 'who's not working on a project at the moment?'."
Seth glared across his desk with a look that told his assistant if he didn't cut the excessive chatting, he was going to knock his ass out. Cold.
Will burst out laughing and held his hands up in surrender. "Alright, alright. Lemme check."
Daniella Marc never expected kindness. Not from the world. Not from people. And definitely not from love. She'd learned early on-pain was constant, trust was dangerous, and hope was a lie wrapped in a prettier lie. Until him. He was everything she wasn't-wealthy, wild, untouchable. The charming boy with the crooked smile who looked at her like she was the only person in the world that mattered. He gave her everything she'd never had-a friendship that felt like home, a love that made her feel seen, and a future she almost believed was possible. Almost. Because love, like all good things, came with a price. And Daniella paid in heartbreak. Then fate did something rare-it offered her mercy. A twist of tragedy that erased her past and all its scars. She became someone new, someone untouched by pain. For seven years, she lived in blissful ignorance... until the past came knocking. Now, a man dressed in black has crashed into her world-intense, dangerous, and impossibly familiar. He stirs something inside her. Something forbidden. Something lost. Something she doesn't understand. She tries to resist, to run, to forget... but how do you run from a soul that's already entangled with yours? As the dreams begin-dark, intimate flashes of a life she can't remember-Daniella realizes that the man she should hate might just be the one her heart never stopped choosing. But the closer she gets to the truth, the more tangled the lies become. And this time, if she falls again, she may not survive the landing.
When two fierce hearts collide, it's not love-it's war. And in war, someone always surrenders. Amelia Stewart doesn't bow. She doesn't bend. She doesn't break. Raised to be strong, sharp, and unapologetically ruthless, she's built her empire from the ground up and learned never to depend on anyone but herself. She's fire in heels, a force of nature wrapped in silk. Men admire her. Women envy her. But no one dares try to tame her. Until Ethan Black. Tech billionaire. Control freak. Devastatingly gorgeous and used to getting everything he wants-including people. Especially people. He's power in a suit, charm weaponized with a smile, and he's just found the one woman who refuses to play his game. The one woman who drives him insane. The one woman he can't stop wanting. They clash like thunder and burn like gasoline-too intense, too wild, too dangerous. And when secrets from the past crash into the present-including one that could change everything-Amelia and Ethan must face the truth: love isn't about control. It's about surrender. But when pride runs deep and trust is fragile, surrender comes at a price. And some hearts might not survive the fall.
"Scarlett..." His voice was low, almost unsure, but hearing him say my name sent a jolt through my chest. I didn't turn around. My fingers curled into fists at my sides as I waited-waited for a confession, a reason to hope. "I need you to know that-" "There you are, Liam! We've been searching everywhere." The voice snapped through the air like a whip, dragging me back to reality. I turned, slowly, already dreading what I'd see. "Tiffany?" "Scarlett." She smiled as though we were old friends, but her eyes held a challenge. "Has he told you yet? The full truth?" "What truth?" I asked, feeling my stomach twist. She glanced at Liam, who stepped closer to her. His hand slid around her waist like it belonged there. "What is this?" I whispered, my voice trembling with betrayal. "Talia is my mate," Liam said, and then-without hesitation-he kissed her. As a werewolf, nothing prepares you for the moment you find your mate. It's more than emotion; it's instinct, a sacred bond you dream about since your first shift. I had hoped, believed, that Liam was mine. But in one cruel moment, the illusion shattered. It all happened the night the pack's Luna celebrated her birthday, the night I lost everything. Scarlett Williams, a young and resilient she-wolf, bears the scars of betrayal and heartbreak after fleeing a pack that nearly destroyed her. She swore to never fall under the spell of an Alpha again. But when she's rescued by a mysterious, brooding Alpha named Caine, she's forced to confront both her fear and her instincts. Caine has his own dark reasons for keeping Scarlett close-and letting her go is not an option. What begins as protection slowly becomes something more dangerous: desire, secrets, and a fate neither of them expected.
Haunted by dreams and hunted by shadows, Eliza returns to the Navajo reservation to repay a long-standing debt-but the past is waiting for her, fanged and furious. What should have been a simple act of redemption spirals into a deadly game of survival, where ancient magic stirs, brutal shapeshifters roam, and tribal secrets refuse to stay buried. At the heart of it all is the powerful alpha wolf who once claimed her heart-and shattered it. As danger draws closer and the line between predator and prey blurs, Eliza must confront the truth about who she is and what she's meant to become. To survive, she'll have to embrace the wild within... or be consumed by it. In a world of blood and betrayal, love is the most dangerous weapon.
He stood at the door and looked at us, lowering his voice and growling, "What the fuck are you doing, Stella? Do you have to have sex with another wolf in our room the day before our wedding anniversary?!" 'No, no, I didn't! Tristan, it's not like that!' I screamed in my mind. I wanted to explain to him, to ask for his help, but I didn't have the strength to sit up or speak. I could only helplessly watch Tristan' expression change from anger to disappointment to indifference, and I couldn't do a damn thing about it. "I should have known you were like this, Tristan. I knew it when we got engaged. You're so promiscuous that it makes me sick. I think it's time for us to end this alliance." No, Tristan, no... Tristan looked at me coldly and said the words that broke my heart: "I, Tristan Welsey of BloodyClaw Pack, officially reject you, Stella Graymond of Red moon Pack." "You are no longer my Luna and no longer the BloodyClaw Pack's Luna," Tristan said, turning and leaving. Our mating had sealed a fragile peace between our packs. We weren't true mates, but we'd built something-fragile, maybe, but real to me. On the night of our engagement, I was framed as for infidelity. Tristan didn't hesitate. He didn't let me explain before he furiously rejected me. As I left the packgrounds, my heart torn open, my half-sister appeared-Charlotte. Her face twisted into a sneer. "Finally out of the way," she said before thrusting a silver blade into my side. My last breath came with the truth-I'd been betrayed by them both. But death was not the end. The Moon Goddess found me. She showed me the truth. She gave me a choice. And I chose vengeance. Now reborn before the tragedy, I will uncover every lie, unmask every traitor, and make them pay. But nothing is ever that simple... because this life is filled with a lot of twists and turns.
He was my first love. And my first heartbreak. Now, he's back-with a ring, a contract, and a proposition I never saw coming. Darius Ferguson is a name that turns heads. Billionaire. Power player. The kind of man who can make or break anyone with a single deal. The world sees him as untouchable, unstoppable. But to me? He's the boy who disappeared without a goodbye. The one who left me picking up the pieces of a heart he had no right to break. Now, years later, he's standing in front of me with an offer too tempting-and too dangerous-to ignore. Marry him. Be his perfect wife in public. Play the role until the ink dries on his biggest business deal yet. In return, he'll make all my problems disappear. One year. No emotions. No messy entanglements. Just a means to an end. It should be easy. Except nothing about Liam has ever been easy. He still knows exactly how to make my pulse race. Still watches me like I belong to him. And when he touches me, I forget every reason I swore I'd never let him back in. But this isn't real. It can't be. Because I refuse to make the same mistake twice. Even if pretending to be his wife starts to feel a little too real.
Chandler Su who had cheated by her boyfriend then got drunk at a bar. To take revenge, she grabbed a man randomly and took him to the room. After a crazy night, Chandler found the strange man was a super handsome guy the next morning. Shy and shocked Chandler run away after leaving 150 RMB and scorning the man of his poor bed skills. However, she never thought the story would become so dramatic as the next day, she found out that the new coming president of her company was exactly the man she slept the last night! Worse than that, this new boss seemed very narrow-minded as he asked Chandler to come to his office on the first day.
Brenna lived with her adoptive parents for twenty years, enduring their exploitation. When their real daughter appeared, they sent Brenna back to her true parents, thinking they were broke. In reality, her birth parents belonged to a top circle that her adoptive family could never reach. Hoping Brenna would fail, they gasped at her status: a global finance expert, a gifted engineer, the fastest racer... Was there any end to the identities she kept hidden? After her fiancé ended their engagement, Brenna met his twin brother. Unexpectedly, her ex-fiancé showed up, confessing his love...
Linsey was stood up by her groom to run off with another woman. Furious, she grabbed a random stranger and declared, "Let's get married!" She had acted on impulse, realizing too late that her new husband was the notorious rascal, Collin. The public laughed at her, and even her runaway ex offered to reconcile. But Linsey scoffed at him. "My husband and I are very much in love!" Everyone thought she was delusional. Then Collin was revealed to be the richest man in the world. In front of everyone, he got down on one knee and held up a stunning diamond ring. "I look forward to our forever, honey."
Rumors said that Lucas married an unattractive woman with no background. In the three years they were together, he remained cold and distant to Belinda, who endured in silence. Her love for him forced her to sacrifice her self-worth and her dreams. When Lucas' true love reappeared, Belinda realized that their marriage was a sham from the start, a ploy to save another woman's life. She signed the divorce papers and left. Three years later, Belinda returned as a surgical prodigy and a maestro of the piano. Lost in regret, Lucas chased her in the rain and held her tightly. "You are mine, Belinda."
For ten years, Daniela showered her ex-husband with unwavering devotion, only to discover she was just his biggest joke. Feeling humiliated yet determined, she finally divorced him. Three months later, Daniela returned in grand style. She was now the hidden CEO of a leading brand, a sought-after designer, and a wealthy mining mogul—her success unveiled at her triumphant comeback. Her ex-husband’s entire family rushed over, desperate to beg for forgiveness and plead for another chance. Yet Daniela, now cherished by the famed Mr. Phillips, regarded them with icy disdain. "I’m out of your league."
Kaelyn devoted three years tending to her husband after a terrible accident. But once he was fully recovered, he cast her aside and brought his first love back from abroad. Devastated, Kaelyn decided on a divorce as people mocked her for being discarded. She went on to reinvent herself, becoming a highly sought-after doctor, a champion racer, and an internationally renowned architectural designer. Even then, the traitors sneered in disdain, believing Kaelyn would never find someone. But then the ex-husband’s uncle, a powerful warlord, returned with his army to ask for Kaelyn’s hand in marriage.