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Touch me, Ruin me: Daddy's pet

Touch me, Ruin me: Daddy's pet

"Lock the door." Isla hesitated, her pulse racing. "Alaric-" "Now." His voice was pure dominance. Her fingers fumbled with the lock just as he spun her around, pressing her back against the cold mahogany desk. His hands skimmed her thighs, pushing up her skirt, his eyes dark with hunger. "You've been running from me all week, little rose." His fingers trailed higher, teasing. "But we both know you want this." "We can't," she whispered, her breath hitching as his lips brushed her neck. He smirked, slipping his hand between her legs. "We already did. And now, I'm going to ruin you all over again." ___ Betrayed. Humiliated. Abandoned. On her wedding day, just as she was about to say "I do," Isla world shattered. Her fiancé's mistress crashed the ceremony, dragging every dirty secret into the light. Heartbroken and furious, she did the one thing she never thought she would-she drowned her pain in the arms of Alaric Vance, her father's best friend. One night. No names. No strings. But when morning came, she realized the man who had ruined her in every sinful way wasn't just only her father's friend-he was now her new boss. Alaric is powerful, ruthless, and twice her age. And now that he's had a taste, he wants more. Working under him is impossible. The tension is suffocating, the chemistry undeniable. He's everywhere-watching, teasing, owning her. And no matter how much she tries to resist, she knows the truth: She's already his.
The Secret Parrish Heiress Strikes Back

The Secret Parrish Heiress Strikes Back

For three years, I played the perfect, invisible wife to billionaire Dempsey Everett. But late one night, he walked in smelling of another woman's perfume and threw a thick divorce agreement onto the coffee table. "Darcy is back. Sign it." The terms were brutal, a complete wipeout that left me with nothing but the clothes on my back. To make matters worse, his true love Darcy sought me out to humiliate me, smirking that I was just a convenient placeholder keeping his bed warm. Even his mother immediately paraded Darcy around the estate in family heirlooms, treating me like worthless trash they couldn't wait to discard. I stared at the cold, heavy divorce papers, my chest tightening with pain, until my eyes caught the signature line at the bottom. Elinor Parish. A missing 'r'. After three years of sharing a home, a bed, and a life, my husband didn't even know how to spell my last name. All my patience, my quiet acceptance, and the love I had poured into this man had been a cosmic, cruel joke. The realization hit me like a physical blow, but the heartbreak quickly vanished, replaced by a white-hot fury. I swung my arm and slapped him across his arrogant face with every ounce of my suppressed pain, then signed the document without a second thought. Dempsey thought I was just a poor dropout who would beg for his scraps. He had no idea I was hiding my true identity. It was time the Everetts learned what it truly meant to cross the real Parrish royalty.