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A corset changed everything. Damian Steele didn’t expect that. Nicole was his assistant, the definition of off-limits. But one moment she’s fine, and then the next he’s cutting a wretched corset off her body. He’s ached for her for years, but he can’t ignore it any longer. He wants her. He needs her. And he won’t let anything stand in his way. Nicole Avery just can’t seem to completely untangle herself from her crappy ex-husband. The last thing she needed to do was fall for another toxic man. When her boss’s desire for her becomes unignorable, she leans into his touch. Maybe a harmless little fling will be good for her. She knows what he’s like, so it’s not like she’ll be like the other women and fall for his charm…right?

Harmonia Marsh had been married to Absalom Terran for five years. She loved him to death. She was willing to go to great lengths and make all sorts of compromises for him. Despite that, Absalom still humiliated Harmonia by showering someone else with his love. Finally, Harmonia realized just how heartless he was and understood that he would never love her. She filed for a divorce the moment she realized this. Everyone said that she would regret her decision, and her ex thought that she would come crawling back to him and beg for forgiveness. However, she inherited a massive fortune and built her business empire. She turned into a billionaire and flourished after her divorce!However, Absalom regretted letting her go. He started trying to win her heart, only to be met with multiple failures. Absalom proposed to her for the umpteenth time.In response, Harmonia said, “Sorry, I’d rather marry anyone else than marry you.”

To save her family from being homeless, Faith Williams decided to steal from her company. She thought she got away with it until one day, her cold, stoic and unforgiving boss Anthony DeMarco caught up to her scheme and threatened to send her to prison.In a desperate attempt to save herself, she offers her body to him which angers him even more. How will she ever get out of this troublesome situation? Find my interview with Goodnovel: https://tinyurl.com/yxmz84q2

I'm the top salesperson at a tutoring center. Payday comes, and my commission is 50 cents. I'm so furious that I march straight to my boss to demand answers, but his secretary, Sasha Watson, steps in front of me. She digs through her pocket, pulls out 50 cents, and flicks it straight at my face in front of everyone. "Here's your 50 cents!" My ears ring. Heat crawls up my neck and into my skull. "Ms. Watson, this has to be a mistake. I closed 1.5 million dollars on my own last month. My team pulls in over three million dollars. My commission should be at least 200 grand." Sasha rolls her eyes. She reaches into her wallet, pulls out a dollar bill, and slaps it against my cheek. "Stop barking! Fine, I'll throw you a dollar. Keep the change!" I'm about to lose it. "My mom is still waiting on that 200 grand for her surgery. Without it, she could die." The coworkers around us start whispering. "50 cents? For the top salesperson? That's insane!" "Lower your voice. She's the boss's niece! What she says goes. Unless you want to get fired, pretend you didn't hear anything." I turn away, pull out my phone, and dial our biggest competitor. "I'm in. Five million dollars a year."

When Mom and Dad went broke—$30K in debt—they let collectors sell me to Nyamara, a lawless border strip full of trafficking, forced labor, and private prisons. I slept in flooded cells. Ate rotten food. Tried to run. They smashed both my legs with iron rods. I dragged myself home—and walked in on them planning Nina's sweet eighteen. Dad flicked his hand and dropped $3 million on a top-tier jewelry set for her. Mom smiled, then mentioned me. "I heard Talia cries every day, begging to come home. When do we tell her the truth and bring her back?" Dad shook his head, smug. "What's the rush? This is her gift. Let her tough it out one more month. Otherwise, how's she supposed to inherit our billions?" I tightened my grip on the medical report—severe infection in both legs. Mom. Dad. I don't even have a month left.

Year three of hiding who I was and dating Jenny Knapp, my parents finally said yes to the marriage. I rushed home, ready to tell her—then froze outside the door. Jenny was inside with Nolan Cruz, her childhood friend. "My neighborhood's about to get redeveloped. Big payout. You can finally dump that loser and be with me. If my family hadn't gone broke, you wouldn't have settled for him." No pause. "I'll tell him my family's drowning in debt so we can break up. Then I'll register the marriage with you right away." The words on my tongue died. I pushed the door open. She turned to me, face tight. "My family owes $500,000. I don't want to drag you down. Let's break up." "Sure." I pulled out my phone and texted my dad. [Dad, don't transfer those three buildings to Jenny. Cancel the South Borevia redevelopment project.] If she thought we were worlds apart, I'd show her exactly where I stood.