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I Slept With My Ex. Now He's My Vengeful Boss?

I Slept With My Ex. Now He's My Vengeful Boss?

"You thought you could walk away from me, Rosella?" He pinned her against the glass wall of his office, the city lights glittering below like witnesses to her downfall. His fingers curled around her throat as he leaned in, lips brushing the shell of her ear. "I'm going to take back what you stole, Rosella. Every night. Every moan. Every broken little plea you can't help but make." "And by the time I'm done with you, you won't remember a life that didn't revolve around me." * Rosella Summers never did reckless things. Until one night, she fell into bed with a stranger. Who turned out to be her ex. Loving Thorn Rockwell was the biggest risk she ever took. The heir to the Rockwell empire. A blazing-hot racing icon. And a man born so far from her struggling world, loving him felt like trying to catch starlight with bare hands. Six years ago, they were inseparable. Then she left. Broke his heart. Disappeared without a trace. She told herself it was the right thing-that walking away would save him. But she was wrong. Now Thorn is back. And he's her new boss. The soft boy she once loved is gone. In his place stands a cold, vengeful monster. A man who looks at her not with love, but with the promise of destruction. He wants to ruin her. Humble her. Have her. Preferably beneath him. But Thorn doesn't know the whole truth. Rosella isn't just protecting her own heart anymore. She has Thraia-her five-year-old daughter, her whole world, and a secret that could shatter everyone if Thorn ever finds out. He wants revenge. She needs a miracle. And the only thing more dangerous than his hatred. Is the love they never truly buried.
Where Love Meets Evil

Where Love Meets Evil

How much does a signature weigh? ~~~ Laurel's average takes a drastic turn when her father signs a life-changing contract. In exchange for saving his company from the depths of penury, she is given in marriage to one of the most inhumane CEOs in the whole of Washington DC – Ivan Briggs. Outside her wish, she becomes a part of the Briggs family. A family where toxicity is the air they breathe, hatred, the food they eat, and envy, the water they drink. Dark secrets form the walls of the Briggs mansion, and every day become puzzle pieces for Laurel to put together. Days travel by, and Laurel finally comes to understand the intense power tussle for the Briggs conglomerate group, between Ivan and the rest of the family. They want him down, destroyed, wrecked, and even blot out of existence. Ivan's 'dead' mask slowly falls off and Laurel gets to see the abject loneliness he actually wallows in. Out of 'pity' at first, she stands in for him. Acting like a shield, she blocks all the arrows shot in Ivan's way by his family. But what happens when 'pity' turns into a heart-throbbing emotion that makes her want to hold him by the hand instead? What happens when she decides to fight WITH him, and not just FOR him? What happens when the two love-hungry individuals find solace in themselves? What happens when the duo fall hopelessly in love with each other? The 'misfortune' that happened on the alter becomes their biggest feat. 'Love conquers all,' they say. But for Ivan, it also becomes a reason to breathe. To live. To fight. And WIN. This book covers their journey from start, through tumbles, to finish. Find out how!
She's The Boss: Her Sex Addiction

She's The Boss: Her Sex Addiction

Warning: This story contains mature Contents.Rated +18 Trust no one.,Yes that's what you normally hear people say. But even after that, we still have trust on our friends. When you can't trust your friend, nothing will ever walk out, because you will be forever suspicious. Meet Hilda, she's cool but deadly, her parents and her only brother died when she was small in a car accident. Eventually, she founds herself in Britanny's family. Well! Meet Brittany Martinez! CEO of B and M. She's a no nonsense boss! Who knows, but I think sex is her addition. She can have more than three men in a day without being satisfied. She's extremely arrogant, control anyone below her. Her male workers becomes the victim although they have their gains too. F**k her and get paid. Money is never her problem because she's freaking rich! She's the only female billionaire in the whole Philippine and so people respect and fear her. Her word is law! You don't dare disobey her, with just a snap of her fingers, she can destroy you and everything you own. You can just say she's a female king! What happened when an innocent young guy became her chef? She's determined to have him on her bed! No one can stop her, not even him. Her believe is that so long you work for her, you are hers. Take it or leave it ! You can't possibly do anything about it! Quit your job and she will make sure you don't get any in the entire Philippine.. He's Damien Hendrix! Cool, calm and collected. Devilishly handsome! That's what attracted him to her! When he got a job as the chef of Miss Brittany, that was when his worst nightmare started! Is it his fault he's handsome? He just hate talking, he hates violence,he simply hates anything that disturbs him but he thinks Miss Brittany is adding to his life problem but did he have any other option? He can't let his life be ruined by her! Everyone knows her. He shouldn't have applied for the job in the first place but what happens to his beloved family? They all depend on him so he have no choice. But will he succumb to what his boss is asking from him? Let's find out in this thrilling story!
Elaine's Fury: The Woman Reborn

Elaine's Fury: The Woman Reborn

For five years, they told me my cousin Juliette was in Asia, atoning for a data breach that almost destroyed our family's tech company. I played my part as Elaine Stewart, the perfect philanthropic daughter, engaged to my father's brilliant successor, Cole. My life was a carefully managed performance to uphold our family's public image. That lie shattered on the night of our biggest product launch. I saw them on the private airfield next to the event hall. My fiancé, Cole, and my cousin Juliette. And between them, holding both their hands, was a little girl. My world stopped. The girl was Kiarra, the four-year-old "niece" Cole had told me about. His daughter. I soon discovered my entire life was a PR stunt, a shield for their secret family and a much darker corporate crime. My own father had framed Juliette for a data breach he orchestrated, and she was blackmailing him. My mother was in on it, funding their lavish life to ensure their silence. Then I found the video call recording. My cousin and my fiancé, laughing at me. "My sweet, naive charity case of a cousin," Juliette's voice dripped with mockery. "She's so easy to fool." They thought I was a pawn, good for photo ops and nothing more. A cold fury burned through the shock, melting away the girl I used to be. The company's annual shareholders' meeting was in two weeks, live-streamed to the entire world. They were expecting a celebratory corporate video. But this year, I would replace it. I would replace it with irrefutable proof of the affair, the secret family, and the blackmail. They were about to find out how wrong they were.
The Chairman's Revenge

The Chairman's Revenge

My life was the American dream: Alex Sterling, a tech CEO with a penthouse, a beautiful wife, and a billion-dollar company. Then came the Aspen ski accident, changing everything. Confined to a wheelchair, "recovering," my perfect wife Jessica and my best friend Marcus took over my life and my company. But beneath their overly solicitous smiles and condescending coos, I saw the truth-the lipstick smudge on his collar, the furtive glances, the subtle touches. My wife and my best friend were having an affair, plotting to steal everything I' d built. They paraded doctors, pushed papers for me to sign, openly humiliated me, calling me a "cripple," "pathetic," believing me utterly broken and powerless. Jessica purred about romantic chalets while forcing me to sign away what they believed were my company's controlling shares. Marcus, my supposed brother-in-arms, even kicked my wheelchair, his eyes gleaming with years of festering resentment, reveling in my apparent downfall. Even my fiercely loyal head of security seemed to turn on me, joining their "winning team." The betrayal, the public mockery, the slow dismantling of my life-it was a torment I wouldn' t wish on my worst enemy. Why would I endure this unbearable humiliation? Why let them strip me bare, sign away my company, my marriage, my very dignity, believing I was blissfully unaware? They thought they had won, that I was a broken man about to be discarded. But what if the accident was no accident? What if I knew every single step of their treacherous plan, even before they took it? Because when I put my name to those papers, the game wasn't over for me; it had truly just begun for them.
Too Late, Mr. Thorne

Too Late, Mr. Thorne

For ten years, I was Sarah, the billionaire tech mogul Alex Thorne’s secret girlfriend, a ghost hidden away while he built his empire. I toiled in his marketing department, hoping one day he'd make us public. But then my father, my only family, was dying, needing a treatment I couldn’t afford. Alex wouldn't see me, not even for an emergency, and my father died waiting. Heartbroken, I went to his penthouse to collect my things, only to find his icy COO, Jessica, lounging on his bed, wearing my silk robe. Alex emerged, unfazed, then Jessica smirked, confessing she’d methodically sabotaged my career for a decade, suppressing my pay, blocking my promotions. To my horror, Alex dismissed my ten years with him as a mere “transaction,” calling me a "liability" and siding with the woman who gleefully admitted destroying my life. The man I loved, the man who could've saved my father with pocket change, had allowed this calculated cruelty to unfold. How could my loyalty and love be so profoundly worthless to him? But a quiet strength surged. I raged, not about his money, but his fraud, his betrayal of a decade of my life. Then, a surprising proposal from my childhood friend, David, offered a lifeline. I quit, and with a defiant click, posted my wedding invitation, marrying David in seven days, announcing a true new chapter to Alex's entire company. They threatened, slandered, but I was done being quiet; I had my own truth to tell, a new life to build, and this time, it was all mine.
The Billionaire's Perfect, Plastic Wife

The Billionaire's Perfect, Plastic Wife

For five years, I played the part of the perfect wife to Knox Steele, heir to a media empire. My life was a curated masterpiece, a reward for surviving the car accident his stepsister, Gemma, caused-an accident that was meant to kill me. At a charity gala, I saw her. Gemma, supposed to be locked away in rehab, was glowing. She was holding the hand of a small boy. And next to her, laughing as the boy tugged on his jacket, was my husband. Hiding in the shadows, I heard the boy call Knox "Daddy." I heard them planning his birthday party for the next day at our lake house-a "family-only" trip I was, as always, excluded from. Then I heard Gemma' s voice, laced with poison. "What about Adelaide? Will she be a problem?" "Don't worry about her," Knox said, his tone dismissive. "I'll tell her it's a business retreat. She'll stay home like a good little wife. Poor thing." My entire five-year marriage was a performance. A carefully constructed cage to keep me quiet while they lived their real life right under my nose. I wasn't family. I was the cover story. But the final betrayal was discovering their plan to drug my morning coffee, to keep me sedated and "unwell" so I wouldn't interfere with their celebration. They weren't just lying to me; they were going to incapacitate me. That's when the woman he married died. I signed the divorce papers, walking away from billions. I wanted nothing from them but their ruin. And as I watched them cut the birthday cake at the lake house, I smiled. My gift was on its way.