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BILLIONAIRE AND THE CONTRACTED STRIPPER

BILLIONAIRE AND THE CONTRACTED STRIPPER

"You are Mine!" He said with his dominating voice holding my neck, he was choking me, I was frightened to the very core, shaking "The moment I paid you that huge sum of money you became an asset to me" he added "You can't back out now. It's too late" he said again still holding me "I'm not yours" I managed to say in a cracked voice "I will never be yours" I replied with a cracked voice trying to breathe" "You are nothing, you are just a mere whore with nothing else but a standing pole, a hoe who spreads her legs for money and that's all you will ever be. A stripping hoe!" he said, tears rolled down from my cheeks as I began to cry. "If you try to break the deal we have by revealing it to an outsider, you will be dead! And come to think about it, who would believe the words that come from a stripping hoe like yourself, no one, no one will ever believe you! Because you know what you are? A complete Street whore. That's exactly what you are and what you will ever be" "If I'm a complete whore to you. Why did you choose me?" "Because you are nobody. I don't want my family digging into your profile and finding something so I chose you. You were the perfect match that fit into all of this charade" he said intuitively "I don't want to do this anymore, I will wire you back your money first thing tomorrow morning" I said, trying to leave. He drags my hand vigorously, I was scared to the very core shaking like a drenched rat "You don't seem to understand the concept of our agreement, you don't seem to understand. I already introduced you to my family. Khloe you can't back out now. You can't" ************ "Who did you tell about our contract?" He yells, his eyes were red, and he was in an angry state "Who did you tell?" He asked again "No one. I told no one" I answered scarily "What do you mean you told no one? "How does my sister know?" "I don't know" I said fidgeting" "I told no one. I.........I ....... only told" I said stuttering as I tried to remember who I told, but still uncertain "You what! He asked painfully, his eyes were still red "I only told my friend Rochelle" "Shit! He screams loudly hitting the door "She wouldn't have told anybody, I promise" I said just about to cry "You don't know what you low lives can do for a dollar" "Rochelle couldn't have told her" "You are so fucking naive. You lowlifes can do anything for a fucking penny!" "She's my best friend" "Indeed"
Marked by the Puck: Icebound Hearts

Marked by the Puck: Icebound Hearts

In the brutal world of the NHL, Dr. Lena Voss is the new team physician determined to heal players and redeem her own shattered dreams. But from the moment star enforcer Jax "The Enforcer" Kane delivers a vicious hit that sidelines one of her patients, their worlds collide in a storm of fury and forbidden heat. Jax is a force of raw power and buried pain, carrying the weight of his brother's death and a violent reputation he refuses to soften. Lena is sunshine wrapped in steel, a former Olympic skater whose career was stolen by injury and betrayal. She sees him as the embodiment of everything that destroyed her. He sees her as the ultimate distraction he cannot afford. Forced into mandatory close monitoring, their heated arguments ignite into something far more dangerous. Secret encounters. Late night confessions. And Jax's possessive signature: dark, claiming hickeys that mark Lena as his in the shadows while their professional lives threaten to burn everything down. As rival sabotage, family secrets, and team politics close in, the grumpy enforcer begins to fall harder than he ever imagined. The sunny doctor finds herself craving the very man who could destroy her hard-won independence. What starts as enemies to lovers hatred spirals into an addictive, soul-deep obsession neither can escape. In a game where one wrong move ends careers, will their fated passion survive the fracture, or will they both be left permanently marked by a love hotter than the ice? Marked by the Puck: Icebound Hearts is a scorching contemporary sports romance packed with intense enemies to lovers tension, possessive alpha energy, emotional redemption, and steamy scenes that will leave you breathless. Perfect for fans of raw, addictive hockey romance.
The CEO's Runaway Genius Surgeon Wife

The CEO's Runaway Genius Surgeon Wife

For five years, Alex endured a loveless marriage to billionaire Damien Carlisle, acting as a dutiful wife and a machine to produce his heirs. But the day she finally got a positive pregnancy test for their second child, she overheard him on the phone. He was tenderly comforting his mistress, Seraphina, calling Alex's pregnancy a mere "necessary procedure" to secure his trust fund. The nightmare quickly worsened. Her mother-in-law mercilessly mocked her background, calling her a useless incubator. When a desperate Alex went to see her daughter Clara for comfort, she found the little girl drenched in Seraphina's signature perfume. Clara pointed to a discarded doll lying on the floor of her dollhouse. "Auntie Sera says every castle needs a maid. She has brown hair, just like you." Damien fiercely defended his mistress, claiming Seraphina was far better suited to be a mother. Clara even screamed that she hated Alex and wished the mistress was her real mommy. Alex had given up a prestigious surgical career at Johns Hopkins for this family, only to be systematically erased, reduced to a surrogate and a servant in her own home. Her husband entirely dismissed her heartbreak, calling it a hysterical tantrum that could be cured by buying a new designer bag. The last bit of warmth in her heart completely died. She calmly booked an appointment to terminate the pregnancy, drafted a divorce petition relinquishing all custody, and pulled her old white medical coat from a dusty box. This time, she was leaving the gilded cage for good.
Silent Moon

Silent Moon

In "Silent Moon: A Lycan's Tale of Rejection, Redemption, and Motherhood", you will embark on a journey of a young woman who had everything taken from her, including the love of those closest to her. This heart-wrenching story explores the themes of rejection, perseverance, redemption, and the unwavering bond between a mother and her children. As the protagonist navigates a world that despises her, she finds solace in the arms of a stranger and bears his child. However, her mate, who had previously rejected her, continues to covet her beauty and poses a significant threat to her newfound happiness. After being enslaved, bullied, and isolated by those around her, the Lycan King claims her as his mate. She must then run and raise her babies in secrecy, while grappling with the truth behind her parents' death and the dangers lurking in the Lycan Kingdom. Through the pages of this book, you will be taken on a journey of self-discovery, empowerment, and growth. You will witness the protagonist's transformation from a victim of circumstance to a strong and resilient mother who fights for her children's safety and happiness. As the story unfolds, you will be left with food for thought on the power of love, forgiveness, and the enduring strength of the human spirit. This book is for anyone who has ever felt rejected, lost, or alone, and who seeks a story of hope and triumph. Warning: This book contains mature themes and content, including violence and sexual situations. Reader discretion is advised. "Silent Moon: A Lycan's Tale of Rejection, Redemption, and Motherhood" is a must-read for anyone who loves a gripping, emotional story that leaves a lasting impact. So, come along on this journey and discover the transformative power of love, hope, and the resilience of the human spirit.
ENCHANTED BY A CURSE PRINCE

ENCHANTED BY A CURSE PRINCE

They are triplet Three brothers Three princes DARREL...... Yah just Darrel, he's the coolest among the triplet. He's not the hot tempered type..... He got this amazing looks that can drive any girl crazy but he is not a flirt. He has a girlfriend he loves so much and can die for......he's quite dangerous when it comes to his girlfriend and also bad REX.......You can called him a sex freak prince. He always wants to screw anything in skirt. He's girlish and a funny jerk....... He got a secret lodge where he wandered at night and bring any girl he wants to him. Trust me, he doesn't believe in the shit called Love Norman : The last one of the triplet........ Cute with those purple eyes and red plump lips........ He's the last prince. He was unpredictable and his expression are always dark and cold. He's cool...... Yeah very cool and hardly speaks But avoid him, he's calm but very dangerous and violent. No one has ever seen prince Norman at day time...... Since Prince Norman was bored, the people of New Orleans has been given a rule by the king not to set eyes on him at daytime besides his brothers, his only sister, mother, the king and also the maid taking care of him. Apart from this people no other outsider are allowed to set eyes on him at daytime and in accordance to this rule he had always stayed indoors and only come out at night It's an order and none of the citizens got the right to question the kings order and of course disobeying means death But what happened when a girl named Giselle encountered with a strange guy What happened when the guy turned out to be the last prince forfeit to see the light of the day?? What's gonna befall Giselle and her household What secret is the royal family hiding from the people?? And lastly why is prince Norman been kept in dark??
Her Son, His Secret

Her Son, His Secret

For five years, I clung to the memory of Liam, my husband, lost to a mysterious accident. Then he reappeared, a month ago, but he was a stranger, stripped of his memories of me, and worse, he brought her-Chloe, the sweet, innocent woman he' d met while he was gone. Now, Chloe, pregnant with Liam' s child, slid a half-million-dollar check across my own mahogany table, a cruel offer to buy me out of my marriage. Liam, when he walked in, only cemented my nightmare, his face softening for her and hardening in cold impatience for me, accusing me of bothering her in my own home. He even suggested I help Chloe plan their wedding, believing her lies about his lost child that once was ours. Cold rage replaced my heartbreak; if he wanted a wedding planner, I' d be the best-and then disappear, completely. But Chloe' s cruelty didn' t stop. She orchestrated my kidnapping, gloating that Liam' s amnesia was her doing, a drug she' d used for years to erase me. When Liam found me, battered and bruised, he accused me of faking it all to frame Chloe. My world shattered, but amidst the wreckage, an email arrived: my permanent residency in New Zealand was approved. I signed the divorce papers, ready to leave, just as my brother texted: Liam had another accident, hit his head, and remembered everything. Without hesitation, I broke my phone' s SIM card and tossed it, choosing to leave the pieces of my past behind. Two years later, Liam, haunted and remorseful, found me in New Zealand, wanting to apologize and fix what was broken, desperate to know about the son clinging to my leg-Leo. "No, Liam. He is not yours. He is mine." I told him, crushing his impossible hope. I explained that the love I had for him, and our future, had simply transferred to Leo, the family we were supposed to have. At Leo' s first birthday, a deranged Chloe attacked me with a knife, Liam, true to his word (and perhaps seeking redemption), threw himself in front of me, and took the fatal blow, paying his debt. I felt nothing but a transaction completed; his life for my stolen five years. Later, a tall, impeccably dressed stranger arrived, his face uncannily like Leo' s. "My name is Julian Davenport," he said, his gaze fixed on my son. "I believe you have my son. The clinic made a rather significant error with my donation. It seems they gave you the premier sample by mistake. So, I've come to collect him."
The Billionaire's Regret: My Tortured Ex-Wife

The Billionaire's Regret: My Tortured Ex-Wife

My husband stood by the window of his Manhattan office, his silhouette cutting through the storm like a blade. He didn't even look at me as he tossed the divorce papers onto the desk, his voice a cold baritone. "Sign it," Isaiah commanded, "or your brother’s dialysis treatment ends today." He believed the lie that I had pushed his pregnant mistress down a flight of stairs in a jealous rage. To save my dying brother, I signed the confession and accepted the role of a murderer, trading my freedom for a life of disgrace. At the funeral, Isaiah forced me to crawl on my knees through the freezing mud to the grave while a mob of mourners spat on me and cursed my name. When I went to prison, his influence followed me into the showers, where inmates told me the King wanted me to "remember my crime" before they used rusty shears to hack off my finger. Five years later, I was a ghost living in a damp basement with the son Isaiah never knew I had, hiding my mangled hand under a leather glove. When he eventually tracked us down, he didn't show mercy; he tore my son from my arms, calling me an unfit monster and swearing I would rot in a cage. I couldn't understand how the man I once loved could look at my broken body and see only a criminal, never realizing that every scar I carried was a gift from his own hatred. As he walked away with my child, I swallowed a bottle of pills to end the nightmare, leaving Isaiah to rip the glove from my hand and discover the mangled truth just as my eyes finally closed.