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Breaking The Spotlight
Billionaires Introduction to Breaking the Spotlight
Fame. Power. Love.
In the glittering world of billionaires and entertainment royalty, love is the most dangerous game of all. Behind the flashing cameras and billion-dollar empires, lies are whispered, betrayal lurks, and jealousy waits for the perfect moment to strike. But for those who rule this world, loyalty is everything-and once they choose their partner, nothing and no one can come between them.
Three couples. Three love stories. One unbreakable bond.
Book 1: Breaking the Spotlight
She was Hollywood's untouchable queen. He was the king of media. Together, they were a storm waiting to happen.
A scandal forces [Heroine], the most sought-after actress in the world, into a fake engagement with [Hero], a ruthless billionaire media mogul. Their history is filled with heartbreak, secrets, and the kind of passion that never fades. When the world-and their enemies-conspire to tear them apart, they must decide: will they fight for love, or will the spotlight destroy them?
In a world where trust is currency and betrayal is a headline, can two power players find their way back to each other?
Book 2: Burning the Spotlight
She was the voice of a generation. He was the man who controlled the digital empire behind the scenes. But love doesn't come without a price.
[Heroine], a fearless award-winning pop star, has spent years guarding her heart. [Hero], a billionaire tech mogul, built an empire by staying one step ahead of everyone-except her. When a scandal forces them into the spotlight together, their attraction becomes undeniable. But old wounds and dangerous threats from the past refuse to stay buried.
In a world where fame and fortune come at a deadly cost, will their love survive the fire-or burn them both?
Book 3: Owning the Spotlight
She built a billion-dollar fashion empire. He built the careers of Hollywood's biggest stars. Once upon a time, they built a love that almost destroyed them.
[Heroine], the world's most powerful fashion mogul, knows how to play the game-and how to win. [Hero], a brilliant but ruthless entertainment agent, knows every secret in the industry, including hers. When they are forced to work together, their explosive past threatens to unravel everything they built. But some love stories don't end-they just wait for the right moment to begin again.
In a world where image is everything, will they risk it all for love, or will the past win?
The battle for love has never been more ruthless. Welcome to Breaking the Spotlight. Moonlight Run
Werewolf Moonlight Run
A Romantic Fated-Mates Comedy
Introduction
The Moon Goddess had to be joking.
Alpha Celeste Rivers prided herself on being a strong, independent leader of the Silver Moon Pack. She'd spent years proving she didn't need a mate to run her pack. Especially not some overbearing, growling brute who thought he could boss her around. She had enough on her plate dealing with her elders, the constant rogue attacks, and a bet that she could outdrink any Alpha at the next summit.
So when fate decided to drop Alpha Hunter Blackwood into her life, of all wolves, Celeste was ready to reject the bond on sight.
The arrogant, too-handsome-for-his-own-good Alpha of the Shadow Fang Pack was her biggest rival, and she'd rather chew her own tail than admit he was her fated mate.
But the Moon Goddess wasn't one to be ignored.
Now, thanks to a rogue threat that neither of them could fight alone, Celeste and Hunter are forced to work together. Their packs are already planning their wedding, and their wolves won't stop howling at each other.
On top of that, their "definitely-not-dating" partnership keeps leading to ridiculous situations, like waking up in the same bed after a drunken dare or getting stuck in a cave overnight with only one blanket.
The more they fight fate, the stronger the pull becomes.
And with every battle, every prank, and every almost-kiss, Celeste and Hunter start to wonder if the Moon Goddess knew exactly what she was doing.
Let the Moonlight Run begin. Tempted By The Don
Mafia This story is set in the ancient heart of Calabria, where love, betrayal, and vengeance take place.
Dr. Talana Fabrizio, a brilliant, beautiful medical doctor, chose this life for herself, believing that through medicine she could heal people
Just after she started working at the hospital, Talana experiences her first death. That of her mother. Rosalina Fabrizio. Natural causes after a car accident? Or was it?
This didn't just leave scars, it awakened something buried deep inside. A something that only those in the underworld could explain.
At the center of her family's ruin is Drake de Marco, a man whose wealth and influence are only outmatched by his cruelty. Her own father and stepmother, drowning in alcohol and gambling debts, try to sell her out to him, and De Marco wanted only one thing in return for bailing them out: Talana, whether she agreed or not.
Her freedom was the price. And the cost was her soul, but it didn't stop there, more underhanded tactics were at play and Talana Fabrizio was about to uncover why her mother really died, no matter what it cost her.
In all of this Talana learns of a side to her family that she never knew, aside that makes her stronger, more powerful and a queen in her own right. The Dona of the Sanchiano family.
Don Roberto Sanchiano the head of the sanchiano regime, alongside him stands his adoptive son Mariano Sanchiano, Roberto's right hand.
Will Talana embrace the truth about her mother's family?
Massimo Morrelli, the Don of the Morelli family, determined to stand by Talana Fabrizio at any cost.
Massimo has been in love with Talana since before all this began. Promised to him by her grandfather, but will Talana accept this fate or will she carve her own path in love?
Will Massimo get a chance to make her full in love with him before she finds out the truth?
Will Talana manage to bring it all down, and rebuild from scratch or will she, herself get burnt?
Mafia ties run deeper than we all know.
Talana is now not just bound by blood but those ties bind forever. You might like
The Lie My Fiancé Created
Adelheid Rufo For three years, I believed my fiancé, Daryl, was my savior. He rescued me after a brutal attack-secretly orchestrated by my own sister, Kenisha-shattered my hands and my dreams of being a concert pianist. He gave me a perfect, protected life.
Then I discovered the truth on his laptop. I wasn't his beloved; I was "Asset: FB-01." A walking collection of prime organs, being groomed until my sister needed a new heart. My heart.
The man I loved became a monster. He forced me to take five pregnancy tests, snarling that he'd "get that thing out" of me himself if I compromised his investment. He locked me in the trunk of his car and later abandoned me on a collapsing rope bridge.
To finally break me, he drowned the stray kitten I'd rescued in the washing machine. "You hurt my Kenisha," he roared. "Now you'll know what it feels like to lose something you care about."
My entire life with him had been a lie. I was just livestock being fattened for slaughter, and my hands-the ones he once called magic-were just a "non-essential component."
After he drained my blood for the sister who wanted me dead, I went home and buried my cat. Then I packed a single bag, booked a flight to London, and vanished. They had created a monster. Now, they were about to meet her. From Brokenness To Billionaire Bride
William Jafferson My father raised seven brilliant orphans to be my potential husbands. For years, I only had eyes for one of them, the cold and distant Damien Paul, believing his distance was a wall I just had to break through.
That belief shattered last night when I found him in the garden, kissing his foster sister, Eve—the fragile girl my family took in at his request, the one I had treated like my own sister.
But the true horror came when I overheard the other six Fellows talking in the library.
They weren't competing for me. They were working together, orchestrating "accidents" and mocking my "stupid, blind" devotion to keep me away from Damien.
Their loyalty wasn't to me, the heiress who held their futures in her hands. It was to Eve.
I wasn't a woman to be won. I was a foolish burden to be managed. The seven men I grew up with, the men who owed my family everything, were a cult, and she was their queen.
This morning, I walked into my father's study to make a decision that would burn their world to the ground. He smiled, asking if I'd finally won Damien over.
"No, Dad," I said, my voice firm. "I'm marrying Hunter Beach." When Sisterhood Becomes Betrayal
Zaccaria Linn The dream always started the same way: my sister, Sarah, screaming my name, her face twisted in pure terror, pointing at a world where the dead walked.
This time, the screaming wasn't a dream. It was real, coming from down the hall.
"They're coming! I saw them!" Sarah shrieked, convinced her nightmares were prophecies.
My parents rushed to her, cooing about a bad dream, but Sarah insisted it was real, clearer this time, a prophecy of rotting flesh and dead eyes.
I lay in my bed, heart a slow drum, remembering my first life: the foolish concern, the attempts to reason that always ended with their blind siding of Sarah.
My logic was met with her tears, my calm with her hysterics, and our parents, Mr. and Mrs. Thompson, labeled me "insensitive," not understanding how "special" Sarah was.
My efforts to save their retirement, to hide car keys from her "prepper" conventions, led to slaps and silent treatments, to accusations of sabotaging her "survival instincts."
The family crumbled around her delusion, losing their house, savings, everything, and when the apocalypse never came, they blamed me for not believing, for not supporting their perfect, unified front of madness.
They cast me out, and I died alone in a homeless shelter, not from a zombie, but from pneumonia.
Now, I was 22 again, lying in my childhood bed, listening to the prelude of that same disaster, a second chance at a test I' d failed spectacularly.
This time, I knew the answers.
"It' s going to start with the birds!" Sarah yelled, predicting a mass blackbird death event, completely unaware I knew about the city' s planned fumigation.
My parents leaned into her every word, their faces a mix of worry and excitement, while a bitter taste filled my mouth.
I wouldn' t stop her. I wouldn' t save them.
This time, I would watch them burn.
And I would bring the gasoline. His Annoyance, My Awakening
Fonz Nadherny The last thing I remembered was the grinding sound of machinery, a symphony of six years in our small town, now a city death knell.
My children, Lily and Tom, were so excited to visit their father Michael' s new, successful factory.
"They've missed Michael so much, Ava. Let them go see him. He's just inside." Sarah, Michael's brother's widow, whispered, her arm around my shoulder, her voice a sweet poison.
I watched them run ahead, their small figures disappearing through the massive doorway, believing their father was building a better life for us.
They didn' t know the truth: Michael had left us for Sarah, taking our factory severance pay to build his new life with her and her children.
Then I saw Sarah' s real smile-sharp, cold. She pushed an unsecured metal cart. A klaxon blared. Two screams, cut short by a sickening crunch, a spray of red. My world ended.
Michael stood over me, his face filled with chilling annoyance, not grief.
"Well, that's that, then," he said, flatly. "Saves me the trouble and expense of a divorce, I guess."
He glanced at the machinery. "They were just baggage anyway, Ava. Holding me back."
His words annihilated my soul, a physical force squeezing the breath from me. The world turned gray, then black. I died on that cold, greasy floor.
And then, I gasped. I was in my cramped bedroom, sunlight filtering through the grimy window. A calendar on the wall marked the day the factory closed. Lily and Tom sat on the rug, whole and alive.
"Mommy?" Lily asked, her big brown eyes filled with concern. "Are you okay?"
Tears streamed down my face. I clung to them, inhaling their scent. I was back.
The memory of their deaths, of Michael's monstrous words, was burned into my mind. Grief remained, a hot knot of agony, but something cold, hard, and sharp solidified beside it.
Revenge. Michael. Sarah. You will pay. I will tear down your world, piece by piece, and I will make you feel every ounce of the agony you gave me.
This was not a second chance at happiness. It was a second chance at justice. ENRAGED SOUL
otu Harriet Laura was a bold, courageous, gorgeous, intelligent young lady who always stood out for herself. She always fought for her right and never allowed anyone to look down on her , her family nor her friends.
She was known as the most brilliant and talented student in her class. This irritated some of her mates and led to the plot of her attack to tame her.
" Hold her, let's see how her intelligence works this time...", Ben exclaimed, landing a huge slap on her cheek.
Patrick and Fred held her tightly, chuckling and teasing.
They molested and bullied her until she passed out.
" Wait, Ben, I think we killed her....", Fred cried
" Shut up, what do you know? She's just doing that to scare us...."
" No, Ben...I think he's right...we killed her..."
" Oh, my God...what should we do..."
Join me on this journey while we find out what they did to her body and the outcome of their action.
ENRAGED SOUL;The revenge of a traumatized girl My Family's Faith, My Bloody Fate
Landslide It started on the one-year anniversary of my return, a day meant for joy.
Instead, my family, devout and God-fearing, brutally murdered me.
My brother, my protector, became a "defiler" screaming monster, my father, a man of God, cut off my hand with a rusty saw, and my mother, once overjoyed, called me an "abomination."
They threw my bleeding body into a silo, sealing the hatch, and as I died, I only had one question: Why?
It was the locket. The small, carved wooden locket my sister, Esther, had given me moments before, a "welcome home" gift that instantly turned my loving family into rabid killers.
Somehow, I woke up. It' s the same day, the same anniversary. Esther is coming up the stairs, the locket in her hand, about to give me the gift that will trigger their bloodlust again.
This time, I refuse. But Esther is cunning, and soon, I'm dodging my family's crazed attacks, desperately trying to expose their dark beliefs to the authorities. They look at me like I' m simply a troubled girl with an overzealous family.
Knowing the law won't stop their fanaticism, I have no choice but to use their own twisted faith against them, no matter the cost, to finally break free. I Tamed the Monster He Sent
Luo Chengfeng The last thing I saw was Thunder’s bloodied jaws, closing in on me.
My daughter, Sophia, lay broken a few feet away, already gone.
Pain, then darkness.
Then, with a gasp, I bolted upright, my heart hammering like a drum.
I was back on the same rough porch, facing the same smug smirk of Old John.
At the end of his chain was Thunder, the Australian Cattle Dog who had butchered my child and me.
“Heard you were back in town, Isabella,” Old John rasped, his voice a cruel mockery of a welcome.
“Brought you a little housewarming gift,” he added, pulling the chain as Thunder whined, straining to reach me, just like that first time.
The memory crashed over me: Thunder’s lunge, the searing agony as his teeth tore my thigh, the hot gush of blood, and then, Sophia’s petrified screams followed by chilling silence as he turned to her.
Old John had known my paralyzing fear of dogs, yet he had specifically brought this hulking beast to torment me.
He had laughed when I pleaded, ignoring the danger, using the dog as his personal weapon.
Every horrifying detail, every agonizing moment of Sophia’s brutal death and my own demise, flooded my mind with chilling clarity.
But this time, as Thunder lunged forward once more, I forced my trembling legs to stop.
No. Not again.
This time, things would be different. Reborn to Reign: A Mother's Fury
ffssg My name is Sarah, and I remember the cold.
Not the chill of winter, but the stainless-steel table against my back.
My sons, Michael and Gabriel, were gone, their screams replaced by silence.
My husband David, blinded by ambition, led us to that abandoned clinic.
His sister, Veronica, craved an heir for her powerful husband, Senator Harrison.
She believed my "Legacy Fertility" and my children's "vital essence" could help her.
A quack "expert" performed monstrous acts on my seven-year-old twins.
Then it was my turn; they brutally harvested my ovarian tissue.
I was left to bleed out on a filthy floor, my insides torn.
I died there, a vow of revenge frozen on my lips.
Later, I saw Veronica on the news, pregnant and glowing with what she stole.
But then, warmth. Sunlight.
My eyes snapped open to my own familiar bedroom.
Michael was on my chest, Gabriel curled beside me, both alive, young, and whole.
The calendar read October 14th—the very day it all began.
The memory slammed into me: David's averted eyes, the isolated building, Veronica's cold voice, Michael's terror, Gabriel's whimper.
This wasn't a dream; this was a second chance.
Veronica, triumphant in my first life, had risen on my family's ashes, her belly swelling with a lie while mine was emptied by her greed.
No. Not again.
This time, I wouldn't just survive.
I would take everything she had, everything she wanted.
Her husband. Her position. Her future.
My revenge would be absolute, and my children would live. The game had begun. A Father's Vengeance
Bu Gui The smoke burned my eyes, thick and acrid, as my three-year-old son, Caleb, coughed weakly beside me.
My wife, Jennifer, stood at the wine cellar door, her gaze fixed on her brother-in-law, Ryan.
"It's for Molly's sake," she said, her voice chillingly devoid of warmth.
"The guru said Caleb's energy caused her asthma attack. We have to cleanse it."
She slammed the heavy oak door shut, the bolt thudding into place, trapping us.
My son, who had a severe peanut allergy and sensitive lungs, was left to suffocate in the toxic smoke.
Days bled into a hazy nightmare until Jennifer' s brother, Wesley, appeared, revealing Jennifer never loved me; I was just a rebound.
He then callously threw more sage onto the embers, sealing our tomb deeper.
I clawed our way out, just barely, carrying Caleb' s limp, blue body to a hospital, clinging to a desperate thread of hope.
But Jennifer arrived, not for us, but demanding Caleb's O-negative blood for Molly' s minor fender bender injury, ignoring doctors' pleas.
"He's my son. Do it," she commanded, her eyes cold.
Then, with a casual glance at Caleb, a nurse, obviously bribed, fed him a peanut granola bar.
The flatline screamed, and Caleb arched, his tiny chest still.
Jennifer, with Ryan' s arm around her, turned her back on our dying son to comfort Molly' s fake tears.
My world shattered.
Ryan' s venomous whisper echoed: "You and your son, you were always in the way."
How could a mother abandon her child to such a horrifying death?
How could she choose a niece over her own son, then murder him without a second thought?
Something inside me didn't just break; it turned to dust, then reformed into steel.
Andrew Wright had to die, so the man who would take everything from them could be born.