BLSC #10: His Bid on Her

Mr. Denver

Mr. Denver Kyle Denver He's controlling, perfectionist and sinfully handsome. He's a workaholic who doesn't really understand how time works. After 9 years of hard work, he got the billionaire title. Instead of enjoying life like all other billionaires do, he keeps working making all his employees work on weekends and holidays. Dakota Lennix Kyle Denver's secretary for 5 years and she's the best secretary that's ever been working with him. She loves her job so much that she sometimes sleeps with her secretary clothes on because she never knows when Kyle will call her. As much as she loves her job, she.. has to quit.

BLSC #13: Fall For Dylan Lemiere

BLSC #13 Dylan Lemiere Work and Family is his number one priority besides that.. he doesn't care. He thinks that he will never fall in love either since he loves his work too much to care about girls. Lauren Hastington People see her as the definition of a bad and sexy girl but she's a really sweet and honest girl. When she loves someone, she will love them with all her heart but sometimes giving all your love might end up with a broken heart. After her break up with Blane, she decided to move on.. she doesn't expect that the person who will help her to move on is someone that she always has a crush on since she was little.

BLSC #12: Billionaire's Trouble

BLSC #12 Matthew Lemiere Perfect, that's his life definition. He always finds his life to be so smooth and so easy. Everything will work in his hands because he has the best genes. He's smart, handsome, rich and everything you want in a guy but sometimes too perfect makes your life dull. Scarlette Thompson Clumsy and trouble, she's always known for those 2 words. She's been an orphan since she was 2 because her parents were shot in a mass shooting. She was raised by her grandmother alone and she worked so hard to get money for her to live. She might not have money but when she has a little bit of money, she always shares it with someone she thinks needs more than her.

BLSC #11: Billionaire's Girl

BLSC #11 Nathaniel Bryant One of the most powerful young billionaires in America. He achieved the title when he was 23. He built everything from scratch when he was 17 since he had no one and no money in his life. One day he made a mistake and someone decided to kill him.. but little did everyone know and he's not dead yet. He's smart enough to hide everything and come back again. He had a plan and he needs someone from one of the elites.. his one and only hope is Joan Cesborn. Joan Cesborn A beautiful model, she's bright and confident. She loves her job and her life but little did she know someone needs her help. She was kidnapped when she just got out from work and that's where she and Nate Bryant met.

BLSC #9: His Cold Heart

BLSC #9 Axel Cesborn A good guy , if he's in a hero movie. He's always been a good guy. He has a good temper, is calm and can take care of everything without panic. One day someone took that away and turned him into a cold person towards new people. Stella Veros A girl who has a dream to be a doctor but her parents didn't give her the permission to be a doctor. Her parents send her to Cesborn to learn more about business since Veros and Cesborn are close friends. Now she has to find a way to not make that happen.

BLSC #8: Her Black Knight

BLSC #8 Marco Hastington Cruel and cold, that's Marco Hastington in public's eyes. He's a straight foward person to begin with. He loves his work and has no time to care about anyone else. Until one day, he bumped into a girl who got a gun in her body. Her blue eyes already targeting someone and that's where he started to care Cassandra Lancio A beautiful girl that was kept as a mafia puppet because her parents got a big debt. She had no choice but to get orders from Patt Brooks one of the most cruelest mafia to kill someone or to approach someone. One day, Patt made her to approach a man name Lincon in order to get what he wants but she bumped into Marco Hastington instead.

He Thought I Was A Doormat, Until I Ruined Him

The sterile white of the operating room blurred, then sharpened, as Skye Sterling felt the cold clawing its way up her body. The heart monitor flatlined, a steady, high-pitched whine announcing her end. Her uterus had been removed, a desperate attempt to stop the bleeding, but the blood wouldn't clot. It just kept flowing, warm and sticky, pooling beneath her. Through heavy eyes, she saw a trembling nurse holding a phone on speaker. "Mr. Kensington," the nurse's voice cracked, "your wife... she's critical." A pause, then a sweet, poisonous giggle. Seraphina Miller. "Liam is in the shower," Seraphina's voice purred. "Stop calling, Skye. It's pathetic. Faking a medical emergency on our anniversary? Even for you, that's low." Then, Liam's bored voice: "If she dies, call the funeral home. I have a meeting in the morning." Click. The line went dead. A second later, so did Skye. The darkness that followed was absolute, suffocating, a black ocean crushing her lungs. She screamed into the void, a silent, agonizing wail of regret for loving a man who saw her as a nuisance, for dying without ever truly living. Until she died, she didn't understand. Why was her life so tragically wasted? Why did her husband, the man she loved, abandon her so cruelly? The injustice of it all burned hotter than the fever in her body. Then, the air rushed back in. Skye gasped, her body convulsing violently on the mattress. Her eyes flew open, wide and terrified, staring blindly into the darkness. Her trembling hand reached for her phone. May 12th. Five years ago. She was back.

One Night With The Wrong Brother

I thought I was waking up in the arms of Arthur, the man I loved. But as the morning light hit the Hamptons estate, the man buttoning his cuffs by the window turned around with eyes like chips of ice. It was Augustus Riddle, Arthur’s cruel younger brother, and I had just spent the night whispering confessions of love into the wrong man's ear. The night I thought was a beautiful beginning turned into a devastating nightmare. Instead of comfort, Gus treated me like a stain on his expensive carpet, scribbling a check for "services rendered" before shoving me into a dark service corridor to hide my existence from his brother. "How much does it cost to buy your silence?" He sneered, before leaving me barefoot in a torrential downpour while he drove away in a luxury Cadillac. Four years later, I am a struggling actress in Los Angeles, working double shifts as a barista just to keep the lights on. My life was finally stable until my roommate dragged me to a high-end dinner to meet her new "influential" boyfriend. The man sitting at the table, looking more arrogant and lethal than ever, was Augustus. He spent the entire night humiliating me, calling me a pathetic amateur and a social climber in front of my only friends. When I fled into the rain and collapsed on the sidewalk, skinning my knee until I bled, he watched from his car. He saw me clutching a plastic baggie containing the taped-together pieces of that four-year-old check—the only proof of my shame. He looked at me like roadkill, rolled up his window, and drove off into the dark. I couldn't understand why he was doing this. Why did he hate me enough to crush me, yet remember that I couldn't handle the smell of cigarette smoke? Why did he leave me bleeding in the street, only to send expensive medical supplies and coffee to my door the very next morning? "I'm moving out." I told my roommates, realizing that Gus Riddle didn't just want to destroy me; he wanted to haunt me. I grabbed my suitcase and walked out with eighty dollars to my name, finally ready to disappear into the city before he could burn the rest of my life to the ground.

Too Late, Mr. Billionaire: You Can't Afford Me Now

The whispers said that out of bitter jealousy, Hadley shoved Eric's beloved down the stairs, robbing the unborn child of life. To avenge, Eric forced Hadley abroad and completely cut her off. Years later, she reemerged, and they felt like strangers. When they met again, she was the nightclub's star, with men ready to pay fortunes just to glimpse her elusive performance. Unable to contain himself, Eric blocked her path, asking, "Is this truly how you earn a living now? Why not come back to me?" Hadley's lips curved faintly. "If you're eager to see me, you'd better join the queue, darling."

Shunned By An Alpha, Cherished By A Lycan

Rejected by her mate, who had been her long-time crush, Jasmine felt utterly humiliated. Seeking solace, she headed to a party to drown her sorrows. But things took a turn for the worse when her friends issued a cruel dare: kiss a stranger or beg her mate for forgiveness. With no other choice, Jasmine approached a stranger and kissed him, thinking that would be the end of it. However, the stranger unexpectedly wrapped his arms around her waist and whispered in her ear, "You're mine!" He growled, his words sending shivers down her spine. And then, he offered her a solution that would change everything...

Fake Dating My Ex's Favourite Hockey Player

Zane and I were together for ten years. When he had no one, I stayed by his side, supporting his hockey career while believing at the end of all our struggles, I'll be his wife and the only one at his side. But after six years of dating, and four years of being his fiancée, not only did he leave me, but seven months later I receive an invitation... to his wedding! If that isn't bad enough, the month long wedding cruise is for couples only and requires a plus one. If Zane thinks breaking my heart left me too miserable to move on, he thought wrong! Not only did it make me stronger.. it made me strong enough to move on with his favourite bad boy hockey player, Liam Calloway.

The Scars She Hid From The World

The heavy iron gates of the Wilderness Correction Camp groaned as they released me after three years of state-sponsored hell. I stood on the dirt road, clutching a plastic bag that held my entire life, waiting for the family that claimed they sent me there for "rehab." My brother, Brady, picked me up in a luxury SUV only to throw me out onto a deserted highway in the middle of a brewing storm. He told me I was a "public relations nightmare" and that the rain might finally wash the "stink" of the camp off me. He drove away, leaving me to limp miles through the mud on a snapped ankle. When I finally dragged myself to our family estate, my mother didn't offer a hug; she gasped in horror because my muddy clothes were ruining her Italian marble. They didn't give me my old room back. Instead, they banished me to a moldy gardener’s shack and hired a "babysitter" to make sure I didn't embarrass them further. My sister, Kaleigh, stood there in white cashmere, pretending to cry while clinging to her fiancé, Ambrose—the man who had once been mine. They all treated me like a volatile junkie, refusing to acknowledge that Kaleigh was the one who planted the drugs in my bag three years ago. They wanted to believe I was broken so they wouldn't have to feel guilty about the "wellness retreat" that was actually a torture chamber. I sat in the dark of that shed, feeling the cooling gel on the cigarette burns that covered my arms, and realized they had made a fatal mistake. They thought they had erased me, but I had returned with a roadmap of scars and a hidden satellite phone. At dinner, I didn't beg for their love. I simply rolled up my sleeves and showed them the price of their silence. As the wine spilled and the lies crumbled, I sent a single text to the only person I trusted: "I'm in. Let them simmer." The hunt was finally on.