The Altruistic Bride of the CEO

I hate to love you, Mr CEO - 2

Love and hatred are two sides of the same coin but at the end of the battle it is always LOVE that wins. Yet when there is faint peek of revenge added, would there still be a victory of passion in the tussle? Augustus Martin - a billionaire heartthrob, cold hearted business tycoon, CEO of Sunrise Industries A teasing snicker on my lips. Angelica Evans, I give you two days of time to hammer out the deal and save your neck from further destruction. Else you know I play the game of destruction quite well A shadow of the past.....If only you knew 'My Angel', you are always the only person reigning my heart – Augustus Martin Angelica Evans - A simple and a sweet girl who believes in herself and works hard to attain her goals. Love to hate you Augustus Martin. I may be the person falling on my knees at the moment but in the peroration you will pray God in begging me for a withdrawal. Welcome to the world of hell. A glimpse in the gleam....No matter how many times I say I hate you. You are the only person who holds me together - Angelica Evans Welcome to the game of love and war.

Shadow's Decree

The pain in her head was miserable. Safia had difficulty even in opening her eyes. But when finally she did, a chord struck in her throat. A very handsome man was sleeping beside her in his half naked glory with his head ducked to the pillow. Alarm leaped like a hurricane in her head. How did she end up with an unknown man in her bed? Oh wait! This was not her home. The place looked eerily quiet and was way too costly than hers. It screamed power and money. Safia panicked. She was not drunk nor on drugs. How come she has no memory of her past? She carefully slipped away from under the covers. But it was too late. The man beside her had already woken up. "Who are you? Why are you in my bed?" Safia squealed in worry. Much against her expectation the guy was very much composed. He signaled to the ring on her finger and opened the drawer beside him before throwing the marriage testament on her face. "We are married. You are my wife now. Be ready to welcome the life of thorns." "What?"

Kidnapped by My Ruthless Mafia Fiance

Blurb: Two things matter in my captor's twisted world of crime...Power and money. He stole me to gain both. He's a coldhearted monster with a reputation for violence and the most dangerous man I've ever met, a man who's clearly keeping secrets. So how can his touch make me ache with such need? I refuse his proposal of marriage, of course. But Anthony Rodriguez didn't break in to listen to reason. He is a dangerous stranger in my bed, clamping a rough hand over my mouth and warning me to stay silent. He's going to make me his mafia bride. Whether I want to or not. Anthony just wants to claim a debt from my quivering body. But under his command and sheets, I'm discovering a new strength. I'm becoming this man's undoing. Despite being trapped, at his mercy, and stolen from my family... I might never want to leave my place under him. Kidnapped by My Ruthless Mafia Fiance is a hate to love Romance book. (A sequel of I hate to love you, Mr CEO. Though both stories can be read independently.)

The Mafia Don's Secret Surrogate

What happens when the only girl you LOVE in this world and next starts to be a FORBIDDEN LOVE an ofshoot of an action you aren't even responsible for and you can do nothing about it except to keep your hands folded? ** Henry Rodriguez, the youngest heir of the Rodriguez family. When wickedity expels Goodness, he is born as a numen to win over knavery. He is good to everyone because he is humane but when someone goes savage, weakness is not what the person is going to remember about him. Henry possesses the heart of a flower but a predator, a proponent of equity and a terrible mafia leader ready to rip the goblin out of his flesh when it comes to the girl he loves. Sania Witmore is his sweetheart, a damsel in distress who is swallowed with financial and family problems. She is the one and only girl who got him hooked by her little finger right on the day of the deal. Would it be called love at first sight? Maybe it was, because Henry would not allow anyone even to touch a hair of hers. He was her invisible shield, a dutiful mafia whose heart beats only for her and who can lay his life happily just to win a smile on her face. Were Henry and Sania bound to be for each other? This is a sequel to I hate to love you, Mr CEO. The second book in Rodriguez series, though all books can be read independently.

The Marriage Deal with a Billionaire

After having her sister diagnosed with advanced-stage bone marrow cancer, Abigail Richardson can’t out turn her fate anymore. Marriage till then was not in her records until she was forced to marry the world’s most famous womanizer, reputed billionaire and a cold-hearted insensitive boss Axle Pablo Rodriguez only as a part of a deal. Everything changed between them in one day. With the unerasable insult received, the only two things Axle was determined in life was Abigail and revenge. Yet when he sees her again at the marriage venue all the equations change. Inflamed by her galvanizing presence, his curiosity ignites a flare of attraction that turns stronger than the earth’s gravitational force. This book is a sequel of Altruistic Bride though both stories can be read individually.

I Hate to Love You, Mr. CEO

Blocking her windpipe he pushed her to the wall behind and held her throat so hard that she thought she was going to die. Her eye balls went up, almost losing her consciousness when he bent his head and spoke low in her ear, gritting his teeth. "I DO NOT TOLERATE DISLOYALTY, MISS STELWART AND YOU INVOKED THE SLEEPING MONSTER IN ME BY SHOWING YOUR UGLY NATURE." Kissing her neck he inhaled her scent and released her with a jerk with an ache on his features. Aliza chokes on her breath looking at the devil in front of her in fear and trembles in her tone. "Please believe me, sir, I'm innocent." Charles looks down at the rise and fall of her pulsating chest. "NO MATTER WHAT I CANNOT STOP LOVING YOU AND I HATE MYSELF FOR THIS." Read I Hate to Love You, Mr. CEO (Love has different shades, one of which is pain.) THIS BOOK HAS A SERIES OF STORIES.

The Ghost Wife's Billion Dollar Tech Comeback

Today is October 14th, my birthday. I returned to New York after months away, dragging my suitcase through the biting wind, but the VIP pickup zone where my husband’s Maybach usually idled was empty. When I finally let myself into our Upper East Side penthouse, I didn’t find a cake or a "welcome home" banner. Instead, I found my husband, Caden, kneeling on the floor, helping our five-year-old daughter wrap a massive gift for my half-sister, Adalynn. Caden didn’t even look up when I walked in; he was too busy laughing with the girl who had already stolen my father’s legacy and was now moving in on my family. "Auntie Addie is a million times better than Mommy," my daughter Elara chirped, clutching a plush toy Caden had once forbidden me from buying for her. "Mommy is mean," she whispered loudly, while Caden just smirked, calling me a "drill sergeant" before whisking her off to Adalynn’s party without a second glance. Later that night, I saw a video Adalynn posted online where my husband and child laughed while mocking my "sensitive" nature, treating me like an inconvenient ghost in my own home. I had spent five years researching nutrition for Elara’s health and managing every detail of Caden’s empire, only to be discarded the moment I wasn't in the room. How could the man who set his safe combination to my birthday completely forget I even existed? The realization didn't break me; it turned me into ice. I didn't scream or beg for an explanation. I simply walked into the study, pulled out the divorce papers I’d drafted months ago, and took a black marker to the terms. I crossed out the alimony, the mansion, and even the custody clause—if they wanted a life without me, I would give them exactly what they asked for. I left my four-carat diamond ring on the console table and walked out into the rain with nothing but a heavily encrypted hard drive. The submissive Mrs. Holloway was gone, and "Ghost," the most lethal architect in the tech world, was finally back online to take back everything they thought I’d forgotten.

The Mute Bride Is The Secret Mastermind

I was the titan of Wall Street until an indictment and an ankle monitor turned my penthouse into a gilded cage. To save face, I was forced into a marriage with Elza, a "mute" girl from the Schmidt family whom I treated as nothing more than a silent piece of furniture while my empire crumbled. The night I was poisoned at a high-society gala, a mysterious server in an oversized uniform saved my life with terrifying, clinical precision. They disappeared into the night, leaving me with a silver cufflink and a burning obsession to find the shadow who held my life in their hands. Back home, I took my frustration out on Elza, telling her she was "exhausting to look at" and "smelled like sickness" after her charity visits. Her own family treated her like a stray dog, trying to humiliate her at the next gala by dressing her in what they claimed was a cheap knockoff while whispering to the press that she was nothing but a high-end escort. "Stay out of my way," I would growl at her, never noticing the steel in her eyes. I sat at my table, watching my rivals' stocks plummet and wondering who "The Zero"—the legendary financial ghost—really was. I never suspected that the woman I ignored was the same one solving the equations that were currently burning Manhattan to the ground. The injustice peaked when Elza stood before the city's elite, not as a victim, but as a queen. She dropped over a hundred million dollars to buy back her family’s legacy, revealing a secret fortune that made my own empire look like pocket change. As I grabbed her wrist and saw the small red mole hidden beneath her watch, the truth hit me like a physical blow. The silent wife I had despised was the savior I had been hunting, and she was finally done playing the victim. "We have a lot to talk about, wife," I whispered, realizing I had been sleeping next to the most dangerous woman in the world.

The Billionaire's Blind Bride: No Mercy

I married Clive Harrington, the coldest billionaire in Manhattan, under a strict contract that forbade any emotional burdens. When I needed a high-risk surgery to save my sight, I checked into the clinic alone, hiding the procedure from a husband who saw me as nothing more than a legal asset. I thought I could handle the darkness in silence. But while I was blind and bandaged in my hospital bed, my biological mother called, screaming that if I didn't produce a Harrington heir by the end of the fiscal year, she would cut off the life-saving treatments for my disabled sister. I was crawling on the cold hospital floor, desperately feeling for a cane I had dropped, when I touched a pair of expensive leather shoes. It was Clive. He was supposed to be in London closing a multi-million dollar deal, but there he was, watching his "contract wife" groveling in the dark like a beggar. He didn't walk away in disgust. He carried me to a five-thousand-dollar-a-night VIP suite and sat by my bed, listening in chilling silence as another voicemail from my mother filled the room, calling me a "useless broodmare" who was only worth the trust fund disbursements my marriage secured. I expected him to remind me of Clause 34B or hand me divorce papers now that I was "damaged goods." Instead, I felt his thumb brush a stray tear from my cheek, his presence shifting from a statue of ice into a predatory shield. "I thought I was just currency to you," I whispered, my voice trembling behind the gauze. "Just an investment." Clive didn't answer with words. He picked up his phone and called his head of legal with a single, terrifying command: "Kill the Douglas family’s credit lines. Every debt, every lien—trigger them all. If they want a war, I’ll give them a massacre." As he leaned down to kiss my bandaged forehead, I realized the contract was dead. My husband wasn't protecting an asset anymore; he was hunting the people who had dared to touch what belonged to him.

Secret Triplets: The Billionaire's Second Chance

I stood at my mother’s open grave in the freezing rain, my heels sinking into the mud. The space beside me was empty. My husband, Hilliard Holloway, had promised to cherish me in bad times, but apparently, burying my mother didn't fit into his busy schedule. While the priest’s voice droned on, a news alert lit up my phone. It was a livestream of the Metropolitan Charity Gala. There was Hilliard, looking impeccable in a custom tuxedo, with his ex-girlfriend Charla English draped over his arm. The headline read: "Holloway & English: A Power Couple Reunited?" When he finally returned to our penthouse at 2 AM, he didn't come alone—he brought Charla with him. He claimed she’d had a "medical emergency" at the gala and couldn't be left alone. I found a Tiffany diamond necklace on our coffee table meant for her birthday, and a smudge of her signature red lipstick on his collar. When I confronted him, he simply told me to stop being "hysterical" and "acting like a child." He had no idea I was seven months pregnant with his child. He thought so little of my grief that he didn't even bother to craft a convincing lie, laughing with his mistress in our home while I sat in the dark with a shattered heart and a secret life growing inside me. "He doesn't deserve us," I whispered to the darkness. I didn't scream or beg. I simply left a folder on his desk containing signed divorce papers and a forged medical report for a terminated pregnancy. I disappeared into the night, letting him believe he had successfully killed his own legacy through his neglect. Five years later, Hilliard walked into "The Vault," the city's most exclusive underground auction, looking for a broker to manage his estate. He didn't recognize me behind my Venetian mask, but he couldn't ignore the neon pink graffiti on his armored Maybach that read "DEADBEAT." He had no clue that the three brilliant triplets currently hacking his security system were the very children he thought had been erased years ago. This time, I wasn't just a wife in the way; I was the one holding all the cards.

My Husband's Brother Owns My Secret

My marriage to Joshua Caldwell was a prison sentence. I was a Hartman trophy, sold to the powerful family who had destroyed mine. Then I discovered he was cheating. His mistress was pregnant with the child he denied me, and he was stealing my secret song lyrics to build her career. When I confronted him, he called me a spineless liability and threatened to destroy what was left of my family. To make matters worse, a one-night stand with a stranger turned out to be with my husband's brother, Anthony Caldwell-the Don of the city. He knew all of Joshua's secrets and used them to trap me in a twisted game, seeing me as nothing more than an asset. They both thought I was a broken doll they could control. I wrote a song for his mistress, a beautiful execution with a single, impossible note I knew would destroy her voice. She sang it, and now her career is over. Now the Don has summoned me to Chicago, not knowing the woman he thinks is his asset is the one who just burned his brother's world to the ground.

Destiny's Choice: Married The Man They Called Unlovable

Sophie stepped in for her sister and married a man known for his disfigured looks and reckless past. On their wedding day, his family turned their backs on him, and the town laughed behind their hands, certain the marriage would collapse. But Sophie's career soared, and their love only deepened. Later, during a high-profile event, the CEO of some conglomerate took off his mask, revealing Sophie's husband to be a global sensation. *** Adrian had no interest in his arranged wife and had disguised himself in hopes she would bail. But when Sophie tried to walk away, Adrian broke down and whispered, "Please, Sophie, don't go. One kiss, and I'll give you the world."