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A Baby For Billionaire Knox

A Baby For Billionaire Knox

A BABY FOR BILLIONAIRE KNOX (The Clumsy Mermaid) His hands covered her boobs and she began to tremble. “You are so beautiful." Knox said with his eyes on her just studying her body. "Knox...I think we...shouldn't...” Eretia paused. "Do you want me to stop?" Knox asked. Eretia stared at him. Her nipples going hard and her belly quivering. "Why do...you want...to do this?" “I want you to have a desire to comeback here when you return to your world." Knox answered with sincerity in his tone. “But—“ He brushed his mouth against hers cutting off her intended words. His hands gently cupping her breasts. “This is your first right? Or am I wrong?" He asked amidst kisses. “No...no...I haven't...done it with anyone.” Eretia stuttered. “Same here." Knox coaxed. Meet Knox Martins, a billionaire and who also happens to be a big time celebrity. You see, Knox Martins is stone-headed and cold-hearted. He hates to hear the word “love.” He despises his mother for just one reason - he believes that she killed his father even though he had crashed in a plane that had killed a thousand of people. Eretia, a mermaid, a lady of the ocean who has special singing powers that is enough to hear the words of the sea. She washes up to the shore of a sea, injured and alone - far away from home. She is found by a young surgeon who is kind enough to bring her into his home. And soon enough, Knox Martins meets Eretia who happens to be a hired maid by his mom after she makes a deal to reconcile both mother and son. Will the relationship between the earth and the sea ever get the chance to bloom? Or will it whither away when they are apart in their separate worlds.
Abandoned to Die: Her Fight for Life

Abandoned to Die: Her Fight for Life

"Pancreatic cancer, aggressive," the doctor' s words hit me, Eleanor, a sixty-year-old retired librarian, like a physical blow. I rushed home to my husband, Richard, a man I' d shared forty years with, hoping for comfort, for support, for a fight plan against this death sentence. Instead, he coldly dismissed my $75,000 treatment as too expensive, citing our tight savings due to our grandson's school. Days later, a bank statement revealed the truth: a $50,000 withdrawal for "Vintage Motors LLC" was not for our family, but for a shiny red convertible. My best friend, Brenda, then called, reporting Richard and his high school sweetheart, Sylvia, recently widowed, cruising Main Street in that very car, laughing like young lovers. He bought his mistress a luxury car, flaunted her publicly, and denied me life-saving treatment. When I confronted him, he rolled his eyes, calling me "dramatic" and "hysterical," saying Sylvia "needed cheering up" and was "good for his networking." My heart shattered again when our son, Michael, whom I had always cherished and supported, sided with his father, arguing my cancer was "tough" at my age and that Sylvia had even helped his career. At Sylvia's birthday party, hosted at Michael's house (a house I helped him buy), Richard proudly introduced her as his "true partner," and when I spoke up, Michael publicly shamed me, ordering me to "just leave." The man I loved for decades, and the son I raised, chose a new relationship and career opportunities over my very life. How could they betray me so completely, so callously, leaving me to die while they celebrated? But in that moment, as I walked away, something in me finally broke free. I was done being their victim; I would fight for my life, alone, and on my own terms.
Captivating The Untamed Heart

Captivating The Untamed Heart

Norah had to make a big move to Raybourne City after an engagement arrangement between her family and the Chase family. She wasn't given the best welcome as everyone thought she was a country girl who wanted to dig gold by marrying into a wealthy family. All three sons of the Chase couple refused to have anything to do with her. They scoffed and belittled her, saying that she wasn't their type and they had better options to choose from. Unbeknownst to them, Norah was more than they thought she was. She had multiple careers going well for her. She was a renowned contemporary artist, an enigmatic hacker, a world-famous designer, a top racer, and even the founder of a widely-known luxury brand. She didn't need their goddamn money! Norah enjoyed working anonymously in different fields. But one day, her secret identities were exposed. The three brothers instantly made a U-turn. Janson, the eldest of them all, said so romantically, "I think we are a match made in heaven, Norah. If you get married to me, you will be the wife of the president of Chase Group." Simon, the third son, declared, "Norah, I can move mountains for you. I want to marry you even if I have to fight with my big brother." Hearing this, the second son, Darren was speechless. He still couldn't believe what was happening. "Are you guys being serious right now? You want to chase me after rejecting me? Ha-ha! It's too late!" Norah snorted coldly. She was fed up with the whole engagement thing, so she decided to leave. But before she could do so, the infamous playboy, Darren grabbed her by the arm. He refused to let her go despite her struggle. He stared her dead in the eye and smirked evilly. "You flirted with me, and now you want to leave? Over my dead body!"
Wedding Day Betrayal

Wedding Day Betrayal

Eight years. That's how long I' d waited to marry Sarah. Our wedding day was absolute perfection, every detail meticulously planned, a dream finally realized. My mother, Maria, my biggest supporter, beamed as she watched us from the front row, a picture of warmth and boundless kindness. It was everything I' d ever wanted. But as Sarah raised her glass for the toast, a strange, strained sound, her voice wasn' t sweet. It was laced with an unimaginable ice. "To Maria," she declared, her gaze fixed with a chilling intensity on my beloved mother, "for murdering my partner, Officer Alex Chen." The lavish ballroom went utterly silent. My mother, Maria, gasped, collapsing onto the floor. Sarah stood there, no longer in her pristine white wedding dress, but starkly in her NYPD uniform, her voice flat, devoid of emotion: "Our eight years, Ethan? All a lie. A calculated lie to bring her to justice." Then, pure chaos erupted. Men in dark suits, clearly her accomplices, stormed in. They shattered our wedding, smashing every delicate dream, beating me back as I desperately tried to reach my fallen mother. My entire world, this beautiful wedding, had instantly transformed into a public nightmare. My kind, gentle mother, branded a cold-blooded murderer. How could the woman I loved, the woman I had trusted implicitly for eight years, do something so monstrous? Lies? A devastating setup? It felt like an impossible, cruel joke playing out before my eyes. Who was this terrifying stranger wearing Sarah' s familiar face? Days later, physically bruised and emotionally broken, the only beacon of hope in my despair was my childhood friend, Dr. Chloe Davis. She not only saved my mother but then handed me a cryptic USB drive. A ghost from the past, containing what she believed was the truth from Alex Chen himself. I knew then, with a resolve I hadn't realized I possessed: I would uncover every dark layer of this calculated deception, no matter the agonizing cost. My mother' s innocence, and the very foundation of my life, depended on me unraveling this devastating lie.
The Prince's Broken Promises

The Prince's Broken Promises

Our love was a rebel song, forbidden by the Devereaux family's rigid rules. I was Ella, a blues singer from Bourbon Street, and he was Beau, the Prince of Prytania, who swore his heart was irrevocably mine. He chose me, even when his powerful family threatened to disinherit him. "It's you and me, Ella, always," he vowed. I wore his promises like my grandmother's treasured locket. But the Devereauxs changed tactics. A new cruelty. They gave Beau an ultimatum: produce an heir with a "suitable" woman. He begged me to understand, a "formality" before we could truly be together. Then Savannah Sinclair, polished and ambitious, entered our lives. Soon, Savannah was pregnant, and the "little longer" stretched into an eternity. Savannah became a constant, cruel presence, plotting against me at every turn. She maliciously framed me for harming their newborn daughter, Charlotte, planting "evidence" and staging hysterical outbursts. My protests fell on deaf ears; Beau let his parents lock me in a cold guesthouse. "Why, Ella? Why would you hurt my child?" Beau asked, his voice like shards of glass. My heart shattered. His child, not ours. Where was the man who once shielded me? Then, Savannah escalated, wearing my grandmother's locket, brazenly claiming Beau gave it to her. When I lunged for it, she feigned injury, shrieking about her "baby." Beau rushed in, his rage blinding him. He shoved me hard, my head cracking against marble. Before I could explain, his father, Augustus, raised his hand and struck me across the face. Beau watched it all, his back turned to me, to the truth, to everything we had ever been. His silence was consent. His inaction was betrayal. In that agonizing moment, I knew: I had to get out. I would leave, but not before they learned the cost of their cruelty.
The Exiled Heiress Makes Her Comeback

The Exiled Heiress Makes Her Comeback

Ansley was banished to Europe for five years by her powerful adoptive family. She only secretly returned to New York to save her dying best friend’s bankrupt tech startup. But to save her friend, Ansley had to unlock her frozen trust fund, instantly alerting her terrifyingly controlling adopted brother, Emery. Trapped in his penthouse, Ansley overheard the horrifying truth. Her parents didn't banish her because she was a burden. They sent her away because Emery's sick, suffocating obsession with her was threatening his billion-dollar arranged marriage. Desperate to escape his golden cage and save her friend's stolen life's work, Ansley sought help from the ruthless CEO of Aegis Group, Darius Woodward. Instead of looking at her data, Darius humiliated her. He mocked her cheap suit, told her she didn't even know how to beg properly, and threw her out into the freezing rain. Sitting in her soaking wet clothes, Ansley realized that in this city of glass and steel, genuine effort meant nothing against raw power. She was entirely powerless against these apex predators. But she was done crying, and she was done hiding. Ansley threw her wet suit in the trash, slipped into a stunning silk dress, and walked right onto Emery's luxury birthday yacht. As the socialites who ruined her life five years ago stared in shock, she took a slow sip of her martini. "I'm not the same girl you chased out of town."
Desired

Desired

Love, please tell me how you got hurt? How can I fix it, if I dont know what's wrong?" Calum asked, his focus on his concern for her wellbeing, and not his own evident lust which was growing by the second at her close proximity. "I'm fine." Colt said through gritted teeth, wondering why her legs still wouldn't obey her and walk away from the man behind her, who radiated the most dangerous heat of all. She was so distracted, she didn't even hear him climb out the damn truck. She should have bought the Range Rover, she thought fleetingly, less trespassing capacity that way. "I can tell you aren't." Calum spoke quietly, pulling her from her thought tangent. He was so close to her ear she could feel as his breath tickle the back of her neck, and create the most delightful shiver across her skin. Calum could scent her arousal, he smiled knowing she wanted him, yet he still knew he should step back, it would be the gentlemanly thing to do. But then, Calum had never been a gentleman. Instead he stepped closer, so he was pressed flush against her, he smiled at her sharp intake of breath as she realised just how equally affected he was by her. "If it isn't pain that's affecting you then, Colt, what has you so flustered?" He asked sliding his hand further around her waist, while his erection was trapped hard against her backside. Colt couldn't help herself, she pushed herself further into him, tipping her head back against his shoulder, before allowing him to gently turn her around. She was frozen in the one spot her forehead leant against his shoulder as she allowed herself to take comfort in his embrace. Her whole body felt like it was being engulfed in the most blissful of heats, his. She suddenly became aware of all the places she wanted to be touched and touch in return, as her body ached for more, more contact, more friction, more of Calum. -------- Colt Merrier has left her life behind in her search for a new start. In the past year, she has met her mate, had him destroy their bond and her ability to trust. She has also discovered, she is a chimera. A genetic fusion of two embryos in the womb, as such she now has the ability to shift into both a Wolf and a Scottish Wildcat. So, now she is in Scotland getting to know her grandparents, and trying to build a new mate free life. Unfortunately fate has other plans for Colt. Not only are her grandparents hiding secret plans and ambitions, that will directly impact her peaceful mate free existence. But the clan enemy of the man they want her to marry, is claiming to be her true mate as well. What's worse, now Colt can shift, she can feel the full effects of the mate bond, pulling her towards Calum Macgregor whether she wants it to, or not. Add in that her first mate Elijah Lupus is still hunting for her as well, and Colt's new life of peace is about to be shaken up. Three men desire her, and Colt secretly desires two of them as well. But when betraying a mate bond is to sentence your mate to excruciating pain and potentially death, how will she navigate being so desired? ----- *Desired is the next installment, following on from Determined.*
The Husband's Hidden Empire

The Husband's Hidden Empire

Our tenth anniversary was supposed to be a romantic surprise, a special night at a chic downtown hotel. Instead, I found Ethan there, shirtless on the edge of the bed, with Chloe, a young woman barely out of college, looking flustered in a hotel robe. My world shattered as his gaze flickered, murmuring it was a "drunken mistake." Then, Chloe dramatically wailed about her lost virginity, prompting Ethan to declare he "had to be responsible" for her, completely dismissing our ten years together. The betrayal deepened when I later found their chat messages, exposing years of calculated financial deception and mockery: he' d let me fund our life on my teacher's salary, all while he and Chloe secretly built a multi-million-dollar gaming empire. The final, depraved blow came in a package: my old miscarriage records, alongside the meticulously preserved body of Whiskers, my beloved cat who' d vanished months prior. I collapsed, the world spinning, battling a raging fever that blurred days into a nightmarish delirium. How could the man I cherished, the partner I poured my entire heart and savings into, be capable of such chilling cruelty, such a systematic destruction of my sanity and life? But as I drifted close to death, clinging to the unwavering comfort of my old flame, Liam, a fierce, cold spark ignited within me. I wasn't just Sarah, Ethan's victim; I was Sarah, and I was going to fight back, expose their lies, reclaim my stolen future, and finally find my way home.