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If the duke desires

If the duke desires

What happens when the spoiled and incredibly sexy future Duke of Angelford tricks an incredibly ambitious and wild African-American law student into dating him? Hervé is convinced it's just what he needs to get his parents off his back about marrying and settling down, but Sadie is nowhere near as harmless as he thinks she is. If the Duke desires, Sparks start fires... ******************************************************************************************** She is going to be perfect for this! She's walked out of a class that isn't through! Told me I need indicators attached to my ears and doesn't even thank me for picking her papers up! Sadie! Her name is Sadie! 'What's wrong with how you look? I think it's fetching.' I announce as she starts to walk away. Eliciting no response from her I follow her, taking her elbow unconventionally 'I feel really bad about bumping into you like that. Maybe I should drop you in town. I have an appointment there too.' I announce as she stares at her elbow like she is about to do something eccentric like slap the wits out of me. I hold my turf though. It should be worth it! She looks from my hand clutching at her elbow to my face, her temper a tad doused by the dominance of my height I suppose, or maybe the irritating tanzanite of my eyes; I'm not sure which. 'What do you drive?' she inquires as if to gauge her response from my own 'a Bentley.' I announce. She smiles 'a car?' she pries 'a car.' I confirm 'I guess that's as good as anything.' She shrugs freeing her elbow 'is that disappointment or a recompense for my bumping into you so ungraciously?' I inquire lightly, finding it intriguing that she hadn't flinched at the sound of Bentley as most women had before 'are those the terms for having an opinion?' she replies handing me her files like I was Hughes! 'I'm Herve by the way.' I introduce myself 'Sadie.' She says with a smile
Invisible To Him, Until She Left

Invisible To Him, Until She Left

October 12th. Another year. Another morning, another silent coffee delivered to Jake Sterling's desk, and another reminder of his glacial indifference. Three years of unrequited hope, of being invisible to the man she worshipped-her commanding officer. Then, Isabelle Vance, a new agent, arrived, and suddenly Jake transformed: smiles, patience, shared laughter. Ava witnessed a tender interaction at his parents' home, overhearing joyful whispers about "wedding venues" and a "spring wedding." The world tilted. The crushing reality that he was marrying someone else, someone he showed warmth and kindness to, while she received only cold disdain and public humiliation, shattered her. The pain was a physical wound, and the injustice burned. Why had he treated her with such cruelty, only to lavish affection on Isabelle? Why was she always the target of his harshness? The constant push and pull, the mixed signals – a sudden kind gesture out of uniform, then a brutal dressing-down back at the office – it all made no sense. She couldn' t endure it anymore. Her heart, once full of desperate hope, was now a hollow, aching void. There was nothing left. A final, desperate act: Ava requested a transfer to Cinder Peak, a remote, forgotten outpost. She was leaving. She was walking away from him, from this unit, from everything that had defined her for years. Little did she know, her painful escape was just the beginning of a far more dangerous and complicated journey.
Fired By The Father Of My Child

Fired By The Father Of My Child

Six years ago, Breanna was shoved into a pitch-black hotel suite by her own uncle. She was forced to endure a brutal night with a drugged stranger just to keep her grandmother's ventilator running. Nine months later, she gave birth in a cold underground clinic. But her uncle immediately snatched the crying newborn from her trembling hands, coldly announcing the baby had died. For six years, Breanna lived in agonizing grief, working as a lowly hotel cleaner just to survive. But a cruel setup threw her directly into the path of Elliot Finch, the arrogant billionaire from that dark night. He did not recognize the woman whose life he had completely ruined. Instead, he looked at her like she was rotting garbage, had his guards drag her into a wet alley, and mercilessly got her fired. "If I ever see your face again, I will make sure you cannot get a job cleaning toilets." Breanna was suffocating from the injustice, stripped of her dignity and her family's only lifeline. Yet, when she instinctively protected a traumatized little boy from bullies, she discovered he was Elliot's son. The boy clung to her neck, crying and desperately begging his father to let her stay. But Elliot just threw a massive check at her chest, violently accusing her of brainwashing a sick child for a meal ticket. Looking at the toxic disgust in his eyes, something inside Breanna finally broke. She picked up the check, ripped the millions into tiny shreds, and let them rain down on his expensive shoes. "Keep your dirty money." She turned her back on the crying boy and the stunned billionaire, deciding she would no longer be their victim.