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What if an omega servant can hear the inner wolf of the ruthless Alpha King—when no one else can, not even the king himself? Will it be a secret that save her life… or destroy her?

Callahan Hastings is relentless when it comes to getting what he wants, and what he wants is me–to be his private chef in the Hamptons for the summer. My dream job served to me on a silver platter by one of the wealthiest members of Pembroke Hills Country Club. The only catch? He’s my ex-boyfriend’s older brother with a reputation for being as charming as he is cunning. But Cal doesn’t take no for an answer. He draws you in with flirty smiles and extravagant promises. I should have seen him coming, but I didn’t. I should have stayed away, but I couldn’t. His playful touches and burning gaze have ignited a fire in me. The more I resist him, the more irresistible he becomes. I've always known there's an expiration date on the job–an expiration date on us. But leaving isn't going to be easy with Cal on his knees, begging me to stay...

When silence becomes her only shield, love becomes her greatest risk. Aria Vale has lived in a world without sound for years, hiding from a past that shattered her voice and her trust. She has learned to survive in silence, reading lips, observing people, and staying invisible. But invisibility does not exist in the world of Lucien Blackwood. A ruthless billionaire with a reputation as cold as steel, Lucien needs a wife. Not for love, but for power, control, and a deal that could define his empire. Aria is chosen for one reason. She cannot speak. To Lucien, she is perfect. Quiet. Compliant. Harmless. But he underestimates her. Because silence does not mean weakness. And Aria has secrets that could destroy everything he has built. What begins as a calculated marriage soon turns into something dangerous. Something neither of them planned.

He almost never texts me first, and in person he barely says a word. In three years together, he's never remembered a single anniversary, and he's never once suggested we celebrate a holiday. But the second I message him first, he lights up, all "baby" this and "baby" that, fussing over me, coaxing me to sleep. Sometimes I'd get this strange feeling that there were two different Noahs. His explanation was that he was just bad with words face-to-face, and that texting or voice notes felt like less pressure. I kept telling myself that being together meant meeting each other halfway. He was quiet and reserved, so I'd be the one to reach out. He forgot anniversaries, so I booked the restaurant and reminded him to keep the night free. He had no time to schedule our engagement shoot, so I handled the whole thing with the studio myself. He was too busy with work to help us move, so I packed everything alone, booked the movers, and got it all done. When I was so worn out I was about to break, I'd send him a voice note, and he'd say, "I'm so sorry, baby. The lab was insane today. I couldn't be there for you, and it kills me to watch you run yourself into the ground." Hearing how guilty he sounded, all my hurt just melted away. And that's how I carried three years of this relationship on my own, running on the flawless tenderness he only ever gave me online. Until today, when I found a program on his laptop called Boyfriend Assistant. It analyzed every message I sent and generated the perfect reply, the perfect response, every single time. Cold snap? It sent: Bundle up, baby. Time of the month? It pinged an API and auto-ordered hot chocolate to my door. All those late nights he spent "working," the gentle voice notes that lulled me to sleep, every one of them was synthesized in Noah's voice. For three years, the person who'd been there for me, day and night, was never Noah at all. For three years, I'd been performing a one-woman show.

He runs a hand through his hair, the weight of it all pressing on his shoulders. “You think I married you out of pity? You think I hate your silence? No. I hate that your silence keeps me locked out. That I love you… and you’ll never hear it.” To the world, Maria is the perfect silent wife, beautiful, obedient, and deaf. But behind closed doors, she hears everything… Including the love her cold billionaire husband swears he’ll never confess. When she secretly trades places with her troubled twin, a web of lies, danger, and forbidden truths explodes. He thinks he’s lost the only woman he’s ever loved. She may never make it back to him alive. A marriage built on silence. A love louder than words. And a secret that could destroy them both.

Trapped on a billionaire’s private island. A hurricane raging outside. And a passion neither of them saw coming. When fierce environmental scientist Juniper Hale is forced into a reluctant partnership with Adrian Blackwood, a powerful tech mogul who sees the world in numbers and profits, sparks fly and not the good kind. Their partnership is a ticking time bomb, she’s prepared for battle, not romance. Their clashes turn into a war of wills, but when a deadly storm leaves them stranded together, their hatred transforms into something far more dangerous. Secrets from Juniper’s past threaten to unravel her, while Adrian’s empire teeters on the edge of destruction. In a game where trust is a currency neither is willing to spend, will they survive the terror… be consumed by it?