Breaking The CEO's Heart

The Billionaire Kidnapped Me

eight years ago, Iuhence met Mhelanie Tschauder in his mother's birthday party. She is the most stunning and ravishing woman his eyes ever laid on. In just one night, she managed to awaken emotions that only a man who has a heart can feel-apparently he has none. eight years later, they met again. The feeling is still there. It didn't go away even if he buried it in the deepest part of his being. But apparently, Mhel doesn't care if she made him feel strange emotions. she doesn't even care when he tells her that he is always housing a boner every time she is near. He doesn't care about him even if he gets run over by a sixteen wheeler truck. And it irritates him. No woman has ever discarded him. No woman has ever refused him. there is no woman who does not care about him. Women begged to be pleasured by him. But not Mhel. She's irritatingly different. She's annoyingly beautiful. And a man got to do what a man got to do in order to get the attention of the woman who dwells on his heart and mind. So ... he kidnapped her.

My Obsessive Husband

Tyron is a one-woman-man kind of guy. He doesn't do cheating and flings. He believes that a man should only love one woman. The longest relationship he has is three years and still going strong. but his belief about love was challenged by cupid when Raine Lynn Dizon barged into his life - literally. When he saw her heart-shaped face, Argentine eyes and sweltering lips, his belief was forgotten. all he could remember was his need to kiss those sultry lips and stared at her tantalizing Argentine eyes. Will he resist the attraction he feels for the girl even though he knows it is wrong or would he let his feelings show as he thrust hard and deep inside her?

The Cold Vampire

PROLOGUE "Mom, is that you?" I asked when I could get out of the bathroom. I took a bath because it's late and I don't want to sleep sweaty, because I'm sticky. "Ma?" .I repeat because of the faint sound I hear from the window, it's raining hard now and it still hasn't stopped since yesterday. I heard a crack in the window again but I just ignored it. .Maybe it's just leaves flying because of the strength of the wind, I also don't want to look because I'm scared. Maybe what creature I see there. I just lay down on the bed and leaned my head on its headboard and because I had a towel on my head my hair was a bit pulled. "Ah!" .I was stunned by the loud thunder and I accidentally knocked over my cellphone which was just on the side table, at the same time an envelope was dropped and its contents were scattered. One by one I picked it up and marveled at its contents. Where did it come from? What is it for? This is my photo! .my eyes widened when I saw that, it was my picture where I was taking a bath before. I have no cover here in the photo while facing the shower. I felt very nervous because I didn't know who took the picture of me? He's voyeurizing me! .I crumpled the picture I was holding and looked at the other photos again, I cried because it was disgusting to know that he was watching me while taking a bath and what's worse is that he was taking a picture of me! It might suddenly appear on social media and go viral, I'm scared. .there was a small piece of paper tucked inside the envelope so I immediately opened it which I wish I hadn't done because there was a message there. You're so sexy as f'ck .

The Vampire Slayer

"Choose, my life or the life of your bride ?!" In an instant, I am standing at the edge of the cliff, ready to jump any time. I saw her run away, still visible to my eyes. We were far away but I could still see him. "Of course! My wedding life! Xavierre Van Vladymir's life!" Huh? Am I alive? Then that means ... "Yes, you are." In just a snap she is in front of me again, she's indeed a vampire now. "So go ahead and jump in." Then she kissed me.

The King Of Filifia

Elvy Ashton was a smart, obidient and know-her-limitation woman. A kind of woman that Prince Dwight Luhence Emmerson, the next king of Filifia, wants. He wanted her badly that he almost forget his responsibilities in his country. Dwight need to marry the lost princess of Ihmapuleya and having an affair with Elvy would totally ruin his reputation as the next king. But would he risk his country just to be with Elvy? Who he thought was in love with another man. Would he risk everything he had just to loved Elvy Ashton? That he doesn't know was the lost princess of Ihmapuleya that he must marry.

Reincarnated Into A Girl Body

"I was blinded by the sunlight hitting my face I was probably yawning because I was tired and drowsy — Wait, am I dead? I quickly sat up but I was stopped by what I felt holding my hand "Hmm" I think he's awake I just stared at it until he opened his eyes and his eyes widened looking at me Do i look like a ghost? "Hi?" I'm asking for salt "G-are you awake yet?" Question it "Is it obvious?" I squealed and pulled my own hand away "Wait, dear princess and I will call your father and mother as well as your siblings" He said at length that I just nodded But wait? Did he call me princess? WTF? !!! I ran to the bathroom, how did I know? kasi may sign tsk I immediately searched where the mirror was when I found it I saw a beautiful fairy Damn she's so gorgeous "Don't tell me that?" I pointed to the girl in front of me "No fckng way!" I speak weakly To make sure I wasn’t dreaming I punched the glass I felt so painful that I just laughed softly because I wasn't dreaming fck, I REINCARNATE TO A GIRL BODY?!!"

The Sterling Scandal: Married To The Uncle

I was at my own engagement party at the Sterling estate when the world started tilting. Victoria Sterling, my future mother-in-law, smiled coldly as she watched me struggle with a cup of tea that had been drugged to ruin me. Before I could find my fiancé, Ryan, a waiter dragged me into the forbidden West Wing and locked me in a room with Julian Sterling, the family’s "fallen titan" who had been confined to a wheelchair for years. The door burst open to a frenzy of camera flashes and theatrical screams. Victoria framed me as a seductress caught in the act, and Ryan didn't even try to listen to my pleas, calling me "cheap leftovers" before walking away with his pregnant mistress. When I turned to my own family for help, my father signed a document severing our relationship for a five-million-dollar payout from Julian. They traded me like a commodity without a second thought. I didn't understand why my own parents were so eager to sell me, or how Ryan could look at me with such disgust after promising me forever. I was a sacrifice, a pawn used to protect the family's offshore accounts, and I couldn't fathom how every person I loved had a price tag for my destruction. With nowhere left to go, I married Julian in a bleak ceremony at City Hall. He slid a heavy diamond onto my finger and whispered, "We have a war to start." That night, inside his secret penthouse, I watched the paralyzed man stand up from his wheelchair and activate a screen filled with the Sterling family's darkest secrets. The execution had officially begun.

Burned By Him, Reborn A Star

The acrid smell of smoke still clung to Evelyn in the ambulance, her lungs raw from the penthouse fire. She was alive, but the world around her felt utterly destroyed, a feeling deepened by the small TV flickering to life. On it, her husband, Julian Vance, thousands of miles away, publicly comforted his mistress, Serena Holloway, shielding her from paparazzi after *her* "panic attack." Julian's phone went straight to voicemail. Alone in the hospital with second-degree burns, Evelyn watched news replays, her heart rate spiking. He protected Serena from camera flashes while Evelyn burned. When he finally called, he demanded she handle insurance, dismissing the fire; Serena's voice faintly heard. The shallow family ties and pretense of marriage evaporated. A searing injustice and cold anger replaced pain; Evelyn knew Julian had chosen to let her burn. "Evelyn Vance died in that fire," she declared, ripping out her IV. Armed with a secret fortune as "The Architect," Hollywood's top ghostwriter, she walked out. She would divorce Julian, reclaim her name, and finally step into the spotlight as an actress.

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.

Reborn: After 99 Divorces

I stood at the edge of the freezing pond on the Boone estate, my body trembling with a fear that rattled my bones. Across from me, Amanda Olsen looked immaculate in her cashmere coat, a sharp contrast to the jagged reality I was trying to hold together. "Why?" I whispered. Amanda just smiled, admitting she killed Grandpa Boone because he actually liked me. She pulled out a thick envelope-divorce papers Cordero had signed that morning. She told me he called me a parasite and was celebrating with her the night I suffered a miscarriage. Before I could even scream, Amanda lunged and shoved me into the icy water. My heavy wool coat acted like a sponge, dragging me into the artificial abyss. I thrashed and gasped for air, but Amanda just stood on the bank, watching me drown with her hands tucked casually in her pockets. As my lungs burned and the darkness closed in, I realized I had spent my entire marriage taking their abuse. I was the "foster trash" and the "gold digger" who let them win every single time. I was dying alone, hated by the husband I had tried so hard to love, while my murderer stood victorious on the shore. I never fought back. I just let them destroy me. Then, a violent spasm tore through my body. I sat up gasping, sucking in dry, air-conditioned oxygen instead of murky pond water. I wasn't dead. I was back in the opulent master suite, surrounded by red rose petals and wedding decorations. The digital clock glowed: October 14, 2019. I had gone back five years to the very night my nightmare began. The bathroom door clicked open, and Cordero stepped out, looking at me with the same cold disgust I remembered. But as I gripped the silk sheets, a new resolve hardened in my chest. This time, I wasn't going to be the victim. This time, the Boone family was going to find out exactly what happens when you push someone too far.

From Rejected Omega to the Supreme White Wolf

I was dying at the banquet, coughing up black blood while the pack celebrated my step-sister Lydia’s promotion. Across the room, Caleb, the Alpha and my Fated Mate, didn't look concerned. He looked annoyed. "Stop it, Elena," his voice boomed in my head. "Don't ruin this night with your attention-seeking lies." I begged him, telling him it was poison, but he just ordered me to leave his Pack House so I wouldn't dirty the floor. Heartbroken, I publicly demanded the Severing Ceremony to break our bond and left to die alone in a cheap motel. Only after I took my last breath did the truth come out. I sent Caleb the medical records proving Lydia had been poisoning my tea with wolfsbane for ten years. He went mad with grief, realizing he had protected the murderer and rejected his true mate. He tortured Lydia, but his regret couldn't bring me back. Or so he thought. In the afterlife, the Moon Goddess showed me my reflection. I wasn't a wolfless weakling. I was a White Wolf, the rarest and most powerful of all, suppressed by poison. "You can stay here in peace," the Goddess said. "Or you can go back." I looked at the life they stole from me. I looked at the power I never got to use. "I want to go back," I said. "Not for his love. But for revenge." I opened my eyes, and for the first time in my life, my wolf roared.

A Favor To My Boss

Emma had agreed to pretend to be her boss's girlfriend at an event where his ex-wife planned to show up with the guy she had cheated with. "We'll see how this turns out."