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The billionaire and his sweet maid

The billionaire and his sweet maid

Inside the room, she helped him to the bed, but he stumbled and the two fell on top of the bed with Nathan on top of her. She tried to push him away, her face was burning hot. But he remained unmoving and didn't even budge. He raised his head and looked at her. "I didn't know you are this beautiful, Olivia," he said, staring at her body. It was then that Olivia realized she was wearing only lingerie. 'Wait, did he just call her by name? How did he know her name?' Nathan's voice woke her from her thoughts. "Why is it that I never realized that you are this beautiful?" He muttered. She tried pushing him again. This time he grabbed her hands and started leaning closer. 'What's he doing? Oh my God, what is he doing?' she was scared and tried to free her hands from his, she realized how helpless she was. Nathan's hand was very strong. He planted his lips on hers. Immediately, all strength left her body, her struggle started becoming weak. Nathan kissed her deeply, his hands went around her body as the kiss intensified. She felt a passion like she never felt before. Slowly, she fell to pleasure. In the next moment, Nathan's hand moved skillfully to her vagina. Her eyes bulged, and she tried to protest. He sealed her lips with his mouth; the sounds of moaning and cloth tearing continued into the night. Early the next morning, Olivia woke up. She was feeling pains all over her body. She looked at the bed and saw the small stains of blood. 'So it really happened?' she thought. Her first time was gone just like that, and she didn't know how to feel.
I Was Just A Silent Wife, Until I Toppled His Empire

I Was Just A Silent Wife, Until I Toppled His Empire

I spent three years playing the mousy, supportive wife to tech mogul Julian Vanderbilt, fixing his code and hiding my past as an elite special ops captain. Everything shattered at our anniversary gala when I saw my mother's heirloom emerald necklace hanging around the neck of Julian's mistress. When I confronted him, Julian didn't even look up from his drink, telling me to stop being "territorial" because I was too plain to wear such jewelry anyway. The humiliation peaked when he refused to attend my parents' military repatriation the next morning, choosing an investor brunch with his mistress instead. I stood in our penthouse watching him dote on her, realizing I had used my parents' death benefits to build a throne for a man who treated me like disposable trash. I couldn't understand how the man I had quietly saved from a burning yacht years ago could be so blind to the warrior standing right in front of him. He had no idea that the very empire he bragged about was built entirely on my technology and my sacrifice. I didn't argue; I simply went to the safe and pulled out my black beret and my high-level security credentials. As I revoked his admin access and watched his billion-dollar world begin to glitch, I walked out to meet the military honor guard. It was time to remind Julian Vanderbilt exactly who he had married-and exactly how much it was going to cost him to lose me.
Bound To The Ruthless Billionaire CEO

Bound To The Ruthless Billionaire CEO

I thought marrying the wealthy Julian Sterling would finally free me from my abusive family. But the morning after my bachelorette party, my future mother-in-law spotted a brutal hickey on my neck, tore up our wedding invitations, and threw me out onto the streets. My own family didn't care that I was drugged and set up by my cousin. They locked me in a dusty attic to starve, planning to sell me to a creepy older man to save their failing business. I escaped into a stormy night and collapsed, only to wake up in a luxurious hospital suite. The billionaire who "rescued" me was Ballard Stark—the very stranger who had ruined my innocence that night. He coldly handed me a medical report showing I was four weeks pregnant with his heir. "From now on, you, and it, belong to me." I screamed that I would get rid of it and run, but he effortlessly blocked my escape. He threatened to send the elderly housekeeper who helped me to prison and destroy what was left of my family. In a blind panic, I smashed a porcelain vase, only for him to casually inform me it was a Ming Dynasty antique worth thirty million dollars. I was completely trapped, reduced to a vessel for a ruthless predator just to pay off an impossible debt. But as he pushed the custody contract across the desk, my suffocating despair suddenly turned into a burning rage. Since he wanted to chain me to his life so badly, I would make sure this gilded cage became his worst nightmare.
His Unwanted Wife's Return With Triplets

His Unwanted Wife's Return With Triplets

I gave up my medical school acceptance to become a ghost bride, forced by my adoptive parents to marry a billionaire heir I had never met. But on the day he returned to the country, I was shoved into a dark airport lounge during a security lockdown and violently assaulted by a stranger. Before I could even process the trauma, my husband's lawyers called. "As per the strict fidelity clause, you will receive nothing." My adoptive family cast me out in disgust. Weeks later, I discovered I was pregnant from that terrifying night. Penniless and alone, I fled to the mountains, nearly dying in a blizzard before giving birth to triplets. Six years later, I returned to New York just to finalize the divorce so my sons could get legal identities. But my five-year-old son, furious that his brother was bullied by a socialite, retaliated by disabling a billionaire's armored car. I was dragged from my cheap motel room by bodyguards and thrown before the billionaire. "Pay the half-million in damages, or I'll ensure your son gets a juvenile record." Looking up, my breath caught. The man's strong jaw and sapphire-blue eyes were exact replicas of my sons' faces. He was the stranger from the dark lounge, and the very husband I was trying to divorce. Yet he looked at me with pure contempt, entirely unaware that the woman he was extorting was his legal wife, and the boy he threatened was his own flesh and blood. I clenched my fists, realizing I was done running.
My Lethal Bodyguard Is A Stunning Seductress

My Lethal Bodyguard Is A Stunning Seductress

Billionaire CEO Axel Sterling thought his penthouse was an impenetrable fortress, until a strange, emotionless woman in a cheap trench coat completely bypassed his million-dollar security. He expected an assassin. Instead, the woman, named Aura, snapped his solid steel deadbolt with a flick of her bare wrist, lay perfectly flat on his bed like a corpse, and bluntly announced she was instructed to seduce him. She quickly became an unstoppable, chaotic nightmare in his perfectly ordered life. When his frantic ex-girlfriend tried to attack her, Aura publicly humiliated the woman by clinically dissecting her fake tears and elevated heart rate. When his arrogant sister insulted her, Aura diagnosed her premature cellular degradation, leaving her completely speechless. She possessed an unnatural, rock-hard physical density. She could effortlessly scale sheer stone walls, physically immobilize Axel with iron force, and even single-handedly dismantle a cartel hit squad without a single flinch. Axel was trapped, his mind racing with blazing anger and profound shock. Who on earth sent this deranged, literal-minded weapon? Why was she blindly obeying his business enemy, Kellen Gaines? And what did she mean when she casually mentioned that Kellen had stolen her life-sustaining battery? Realizing she might be a terminally ill, hyper-enhanced pawn rather than just a dangerous psycho, the cold fury in Axel's chest shifted into a calculating intrigue. "Fine, you can stay. But you follow my rules." Axel made a dangerous decision to keep her close, determined to use her to destroy Kellen Gaines and uncover exactly what kind of monster she truly was.
The Wrong Revenge

The Wrong Revenge

BLURB: Sofia, a 25-year-old girl, was deeply in love with Miguel. They dated for five years, and Miguel decided to marry her. On the day of their wedding, the situation changed, and the occasion took another heartbroken dimension. Miguel, Sofia's fiancé, was caught red-handed entangling with Linda, a bosom friend of Sofia, right inside the restroom in the event hall. Sofia angrily left the venue heart broken. She went and got herself drunk just to appease her shattered heart. To numb her pain of betrayal, she became pregnant, which was a result of her one-night stand with a stranger, Donal, the CEO of Ocean Group of Companies. Lily, Sofia's mother, fell sick as a result of the shock, betrayal, and shame she witnessed. Worse still, her medical bills became challenging. Sofia, unable to foot her medical bills, decided to sell the minibus of their late father. Since her salary couldn't help out. Lizzy, her younger sister, objected to it. She was never in support of her selling any of their late father's property. The only option left to raise money for their mom's medical bills is to apply for a loan from a Bank. ETC BANK is the only bank that can offer such a loan. And Linda, her bosom friend, is working as a head in the department responsible for loans. And Sofia has vowed never to set her eyes on Linda again. How will Sofia sort herself out from this horn of a dilemma?