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"I will fück you whenever and however I want! Say you want this!" He hissed. A pleasure moan escaped her throat. "Yes sir, I__I want this." She panted breathlessly. He hesitated for the briefest moment. "What is my name, Faith?" She didn't delay in answering. "S_sterling Hunter" These were the very words that sealed her fate. A story in which a Billionaire became obsessed with his secretary, there were no rules in the game of lust and desire, he would stop at nothing to make her his. Lies and manipulation was all Faith Jameson ever got from the men she dated. She thought she could trust her boss, little did she know that she had been a tool in his hands all along, she was no more than a pawn in his deceptive games. Would it be too late escape from the webs he had built? Or would she play the game of chess he started?

I was nineteen the first time Cole Whitfield broke me. Not with cruelty. With a single word. Why. Not did you — why. Like the answer was already settled and he just wanted the story to make sense. I told him the truth anyway. He said nothing that mattered. So I picked up my bag, walked out of his apartment, and decided that a man who trusted a rumor over two years of me wasn’t worth a correction. I spent the next two years becoming someone I actually liked. New city. Graduate program. A published paper with my name on it. I was done with Cole Whitfield in every way a person can be done. Then I walked into Seminar Room 114 and he was sitting right there, gray eyes already on the door, like some part of him knew. I sat down. I opened my notebook. I did not look up. Here’s the thing about studying how people form beliefs: you understand exactly why he believed it. That doesn’t mean you forgive it. That doesn’t mean two years of silence disappear because he’s learned how to look at you like he’s sorry. He wants a conversation. I want my degree. But the campus is small, the seminar table is round, and the boy who broke my heart at nineteen is doing everything right at twenty-one — and I’m starting to understand that composed isn’t the same thing as healed. I hate that I still know the exact sound of his voice.

When my mother won a million dollars from a lottery ticket, she prepared an envelope for each of her three children. After we opened them, my younger brother and younger sister each found a bank card inside. But from my envelope, two 1-dollar coins clinked onto the floor. Seeing me freeze, a trace of unease flickered across Mother's face. "Cassian," she said hesitantly, "Logan and Sienna suffered a lot growing up because your father passed away so early. So I gave each of them 500 thousand dollars as compensation. "You're the eldest son—like a father to them. Don't fight with them over this, okay?" I glanced down at the faded down jacket I had worn for years, the fabric so worn that it had lost its color. Then, my eyes drifted to my younger brother's limited-edition sneakers and to the designer bag slung over my sister's shoulder. Mother seemed to have forgotten that when Father died, I had only been eight. I smiled faintly. "Alright. I won't fight them for it." Hearing this, Mother let out a long breath of relief. The next second, my voice turned cold. "Then I won't fight for the responsibility of supporting you in your old age either."

Riley thought stealing from a billionaire would be her biggest mistake. She was wrong. The real mistake was trusting her partner. Left behind with empty hands and a target on her back, Riley is dragged into the world of the man she tried to rob, a billionaire who doesn’t forgive, doesn’t forget… and doesn’t let things go. Now trapped under his roof as both captive and servant, Riley quickly learns he’s far more dangerous up close. Cold. Calculating. Addictive. Because the more she fights him, the more he seems to want her. And the more she hates him… the harder it is to ignore the way he looks at her like she already belongs to him. In a game built on betrayal, Riley has one rule: survive. But falling for the man she stole from? That might be the one mistake she doesn’t walk away from.

“So, you just use me for your safety and leave when you want?” His voice was dangerously low, making everyone shiver. Everyone but Lucia. She looked him square in the eyes, no hint of fear in her clear hazel gaze. “Mr. Sinclair, from the bottom of my heart, I’m truly grateful for your help and for being there for me—but I have nothing to offer you.” Adrian chuckled to himself, hands in his pockets. Lucia was back. The fire in her eyes said it all.... Lucia Gregory has never known an easy life. As an orphan shuffled between foster homes, she learned early on that the only person she could truly rely on was herself. Now in her final year of college, she juggles her demanding studies with long, exhausting shifts at a high-end bar tucked away in the city’s elite district. The job pays the bills, but it also serves as a front-row seat to the world of the wealthy—a world she has no desire to be a part of. Adrian Sinclair. Young, devastatingly handsome, and impossibly rich, he is the heir to Sinclair Enterprises, a global conglomerate built on power and prestige. But despite having everything at his fingertips, Adrian's life is anything but simple. Lacking basic family warmth as a child,he was taught that everything he wanted could be bought with money but when he comes in contact with Lucia,she changes the whole narrative. He feels sudden attraction to her and tries everything to get her,mere fascinating blossoming to something deeper. Will this encounter lead to a simple love story? Will they be able to stand strong when Lucia's past comes knocking and it is discovered that Adrian's family has a hand in it?

Theodore Thatcher is a man used to getting what he wants—money, power, control. As a self-made billionaire, There's one thing he can't easily claim—his inheritance. To secure it, he must marry before turning 30. With no interest in commitment, Theodore decides to solve the problem his way—by making a deal with Nadia Vaccaro. Nadia, desperate to help her sick brother and pay off mounting medical bills, has no choice but to agree when Theodore offers her a proposition she can’t refuse: pretend to be his wife, and in return, he’ll cover her brother’s medical expenses. It’s a cold, transactional arrangement. No emotions. No complications. Just a game. But as their lives intertwine, the lines between what’s real and what’s fake begin to blur. Nadia finds herself drawn to Theodore, the man who holds her fate in his hands, while Theodore discovers that his feelings toward Nadia might not be as indifferent as he thought. With everything at stake, Nadia must decide: will she remain in Theodore’s game, or will she walk away before it consumes her? And Theodore, for all his wealth and control, must face the truth of what he’s willing to sacrifice to keep the woman who has become more than just a pawn in his game.