Dating With That Basket ball Player

His Dangerous Obsession With Me

Astraea Alora Hera aka Astraea Is the most valuable psychologist of L.M. Hospital she has it all from long black wavy hair a goddess voice and angelic face but not just that she's also a talented doctor and psychologist and no one can resist her charms. but what if one day her path will cross with her childhood crush but now it's not the lovable, sweet and caring Zero that she liked before, it's the complete opposite he's now a complete psycho. She was assigned as his psychologist. the aggressive Zero Elton Seviller can only be tamed by Astraea Alora Hera. Her... Just her. Will Alora be able to cure him? Astraea POV A few years ago I had an accident and lost my memory. now I will work as a psychologist. 1 month ago I graduated from L.U and was assigned to this hospital. I'm just a beginner so I'm still adjusting. So far so good, my colleagues here are kind. I just got rid of my patient who was a victim of r*pe, calming her down and giving her advices, she is slowly getting better compared to when she first came here she was miserable and troubled now she is talking to me and other people here . Today a new patient is coming. I wonder who it will be. Anyway, I was about to go to my office when I heard someone break and scream so I immediately went to it, I saw a familiar person. Did we meet? But wait did he disappear? he was with a lot of guards with him and his hands were handcuffed. He kept looking like a criminal. He was still struggling. He has that intimidating but gorgeous face that every woman could d13 for. I admit it, he's handsome. Doesn't it look like she's too attractive to be taken to a mental hospital? What did he do to bring it here? He's tall, handsome, big built and deep voice exactly like my type-- what am I talking about? "Leave me alone you bvllsh*its" He shouted and struggled. I just saw him here, he seems to be the new patient we are talking about coming here. That person is brave. It will definitely be difficult for the one who will be assigned to be his psychologist. He's handsome and aggressive. when he suddenly looked at me, our eyes met, his gaze was terrifying as if he had seen what he had been dreaming and looking for for a long time. I just looked away and walked to my office because I had to talk to someone important. When I came to my office, I saw a woman, she was beautiful, white and looked like she was in her mid 20's, she stood up when she saw me. "Are you Ms. Amanda Seviller?" He nodded and sat down where he was sitting earlier. I sat in my swivel chair and started Kona "What do you mean?" I will ask. "You... I mean you Ms. Hera." I was surprised by what he said. "What do you mean?" "I need you Ms. Hera, No... My brother needs you. Can you be his personal psychologist?" He begged for it. "What are you saying, if I'm one of you, just look for someone else, there are many good ones out there, why am I still there?" It's weird because it's too much. "As long as you have to do is take care of my brother, I will pay you big, big big. no matter how much you pay, how much do you want 500 thousand? 1 million? Name it. I heard that when you save money, you want to travel. Don't you want it? Your job will be simple, you should always be by your brother's side. Deal or no deal? Think carefully Ms. Hera." when he convinces me. I thought about it. Maybe he really loves his older brother, right? "Fine...Deal. Who is your brother? What's he like?" I will ask. It's like we have an idea who will take care of me, right? "Ah my brother? He's the one who just arrived earlier." I was shocked by what he said. Huh!? "What?!" I screamed. Does he mean the one that disappeared earlier? What trouble did you get yourself into, Astraea? Someone's POV The guards escorted me to this fckg mental hospital because I'm crazy... crazy for her. i saw a familiar figure from afar. Finally. "Found you." I whispered to myself with a smirk. How I miss her, She's still as gorgeous as ever. I badly want to hug her but these useless bvllsh*t guards are stopping me. You have a day with me too. "Arghh get off me you b@st*rds if I ever escape here I'll k*ll every one of you. Mark my words."

Rising From Wreckage: Starfall's Epic Comeback

Rain hammered against the asphalt as my sedan spun violently into the guardrail on the I-95. Blood trickled down my temple, stinging my eyes, while the rhythmic slap of the windshield wipers mocked my panic. Trembling, I dialed my husband, Clive. His executive assistant answered instead, his voice professional and utterly cold. "Mr. Wilson says to stop the theatrics. He said, and I quote, 'Hang up. Tell her I don’t have time for her emotional blackmail tonight.'" The line went dead while I was still trapped in the wreckage. At the hospital, I watched the news footage of Clive wrapping his jacket around his "fragile" ex-girlfriend, Angelena, shielding her from the storm I was currently bleeding in. When I returned to our penthouse, I found a prenatal ultrasound in his suit pocket, dated the day he claimed to be on a business trip. Instead of an apology, Clive met me with a sneer. He told me I was nothing but an "expensive decoration" his father bought to make him look stable. He froze my bank accounts and cut off my cards, waiting for the hunger to drive me back to his feet. I stared at the man I had loved for four years, realizing he didn't just want a wife; he wanted a prop he could switch off. He thought he could starve me into submission while he played father to another woman's child. But Clive forgot one thing. Before I was his trophy wife, I was Starfall—the legendary voice actress who vanished at the height of her fame. "I'm not jealous, Clive. I'm done." I grabbed my old microphone and walked out. I’m not just leaving him; I’m taking the lead role in the biggest saga in Hollywood—the one Angelena is desperate for. This time, the "decoration" is going to burn his world down.

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.

Sexy Behind The Mask

She hides behind ugly suits and fake names. He's done trusting women. When they meet in a masked sex club, neither realizes they've been fighting each other across boardroom tables for eighteen months. At Taylor Industries, she's Joy Smith-the frumpy CFO who drowns her curves in shapeless polyester and wearing a wig. At home, she's the forgotten wife of a cheating lawyer who hasn't touched her in so long she's starting to wonder if she's broken. When she finds hot pink lace panties stuffed in her couch cushions...definitely not hers, it's not heartbreak she feels. It's freedom. Grayson Taylor doesn't do relationships anymore. Not after walking in on his actress fiancée with another woman. Now he channels everything into hostile takeovers and board meetings, especially the ones where his overcautious CFO fights him on every goddamn acquisition. Joy Smith is brilliant, infuriating, and funny when he pushes all her buttons. But Honey is tired of being invisible. Tired of never having felt real pleasure. So, when her best friend gives her the details of The Velvet Room-Manhattan's most exclusive masked club-she promises herself just one night. One night to find out if her husband's right, if she really is frigid, or if she's just never been touched by the right hands. She doesn't expect the masked stranger who claims her the second she walks in. Doesn't expect the chemistry that ignites between them, the way he makes her body sing, or the orgasms that leave her shaking. Doesn't expect him to hand her an email address with one command: "Only me. No one else touches you."

Phoenix Rising: The Scarred Heiress's Revenge

I lived as the "scarred ghost" of the Stephens penthouse, a wife kept in the shadows because my facial burns offended my billionaire husband’s aesthetic. For years, I endured Kason’s coldness and my family's abuse, a submissive puppet who believed she had nowhere else to go. The end came with a blue folder tossed onto my silk sheets. Kason’s mistress was back, and he wanted me out by sunset, offering a five-million-dollar "silence fee" to go hide my face in the countryside. The betrayal cut deep when I discovered my father had already traded my divorce for a corporate bailout. My step-sister mocked my "trashy" appearance at a high-end boutique, while the sales staff treated me like a common thief. At home, my father threatened to cut off my mother's life-saving medicine unless I crawled back to Kason to beg for a better deal. I was the girl who took the blame for a fire she didn't start, the wife who worshipped a man who never looked her in the eye, and the daughter used as a human bargaining chip. I was supposed to be broken, penniless, and desperate. But the woman who stood up wasn't the weak Elease Finch anymore; she was Phoenix, a tactical predator with a $500 million secret. I signed the divorce papers without a single tear, walked past my stunned husband, and wiped the Finch family's bank accounts clean with a few taps on my phone. "Your money is dirty," I told Kason with a cold smile. "I prefer clean hands." The cage is open, the hunt has begun, and I’m starting with the people who thought a scar made me weak.

Rejected No More: I Am Way Out Of Your League, Darling!

For ten years, Daniela showered her ex-husband with unwavering devotion, only to discover she was just his biggest joke. Feeling humiliated yet determined, she finally divorced him. Three months later, Daniela returned in grand style. She was now the hidden CEO of a leading brand, a sought-after designer, and a wealthy mining mogul-her success unveiled at her triumphant comeback. Her ex-husband's entire family rushed over, desperate to beg for forgiveness and plead for another chance. Yet Daniela, now cherished by the famed Mr. Phillips, regarded them with icy disdain. "I'm out of your league."

Treasured Beyond Measure: Three Brothers, One Queen

From childhood, Stephanie knew she was not her parents' real daughter, but out of gratitude, she turned their business into a powerhouse. Once the true daughter came back, Stephanie was cast out-only to be embraced by an even more powerful birth family, adored by three influential brothers. The second ruled the battlefield. "Stephanie's sweet and innocent; she would never commit such crimes. That name on the wanted list is just a coincidence." And the youngest controlled the markets. "Anyone who dares bully my sister will lose my investment." Her former family begged for forgiveness-even on TV. Stephanie stood firm. When the richest man proposed, she became the woman everyone envied. The eldest ran the boardroom. "Cancel the meeting. I need to set up the art exhibition for my sister!" The town was turned upside down.