MOONLIT FATE

Lost in Your Eyes

...one man with a a drowning past... In the heat of a family saga clouded in betrayal, power struggles, and the pursuit of vengeance, Save Me follows the story of Aaron Hades, a third-generation billionaire, shaped by his trauma and ambition, as he navigates the dangerous waters of familial duty and a risky love. Born into a family of wealth and affluence, Aaron found himself on the run with his mother who wanted freedom. With his mother's tragic end, Aaron finds himself in a fierce battle-not just for control of his family's conglomerate, but for revenge. Aaron Hades is a man loved by many and hated by more, stemming from his good looks, his success in business, his wealthy background to the negative side, his indifference about people and icy personality. He was both the admiration and envy of people. Aaron is a man who has grown to live the life of a loner, feared and respected by most. But what laid beneath his perfect person that no one knows is a sad past that haunts him to the deepest of his soul, a young boy that had lost it all over and over again, a little boy who has lost the meaning of love or life, a child whose past still scars his heart in a fresh wound, a past that has created a man whose sole aim is it do as was done to him, a promise to hurt them just like they'd hurt him, a promise to be the angel until the horns peak out. And no one would know that beneath his perfect appearance, something sinister was brewing, an opportunity to pay back to those who had taken from him in a thousand folds. There is however one more step to finally having it all, a woman. If he is not engaged in a short time, he runs at a risk of losing every thing to Sara, his opponent. ...one heart, broken in a thousand jarred pieces... Growing up with divorced parents was a whole new journey for Merida at a tender age of ten, and when she refuses to go with her mother, she is abandoned and left to live with her father. What started as a father-daughter relationship soon turns into something violent and abusive and her once innocent father dives into the world of gambling, a move that cost him his daughter and his life. After her father's death, Merida slips into depression, living her life like a passing ghoul, and when her father's debts pass to her, she has even more misery to face. Finally with her unwelcoming mother and a sister she was no longer familiar with, Merida's life seemed like it had just had about enough, more than she could take. Merida, a strong-willed and bright child had now become nothing, withering with every gust of wind. ...are thrust together in an unwanted fate... Aaron's fate, once intertwined with hers, draws the back together. Once his best friend, she has changed into an embodiment of bitterness and vulnerability, caused by her father's abuse and get mother's neglect. The two were torn apart by circumstances and choices, but fate has a way of bringing people back in unexpected ways. A freak encounter at a bridge ignites a flame of hatred between Aaron and Merida. Each harbors grudges against the other; for Aaron, he hated that she was so ready to let go. For Merida, Aaron's abandonment ten years ago is a reminder of all she lost from that moment on, the final crack in her make-believe reality.. Their worlds collide under the light of night, setting off a series of events neither could foresee. In the depths of their turmoil, Aaron presents a proposition to the woman he once held dear: a fake engagement to secure his grandfather's approval and finally claim the company. Reluctantly, Merida agrees, needing to pay her father's debts and leave her mother. The plan is simple-pretend to be the perfect couple in public, while remaining indifferent in private. The pair start on their grand plan to fool the world about their engagement, featuring in everything that carries news about them. And in less than a month, the world is fooled. Ellie is able to save her father and Matthew is well on his way to getting his contract. Living together is no bliss as they both agree to not be involved in the other's life once they go behind closed doors. Behind the scene, the only thing that continues between them is the awkwardness. Only that this is in close proximity and it is causing a little thump here and there deep in their hearts. ...until the line starts to fade...

My Irresistible Alpha

She gave him her innocence. He gave her a mark she could never escape. Five years ago, Elena's world shattered when she was betrayed by everyone she loved. Left homeless and heartbroken, she found fleeting solace in the arms of a devastatingly handsome stranger-a single night of raw, primal passion that became her secret touchstone of strength. Now, she's rebuilt her life from the ashes, fighting to provide for her young son. But every door she tries to open slams shut, sabotaged by a powerful, unseen force. That force is Dax Valiente. Billionaire. Alpha. Obsession. As a human girl, Elena has never expected what awaits her when she walks into the Valiente Group. That ruthless man was not just her new Boss, but the werewolf king who wants her to be his.

The Humble Ex-wife Is Now A Brilliant Tycoon

For three quiet, patient years, Christina kept house, only to be coldly discarded by the man she once trusted. Instead, he paraded a new lover, making her the punchline of every town joke. Liberated, she honed her long-ignored gifts, astonishing the town with triumph after gleaming triumph. Upon discovering she'd been a treasure all along, her ex-husband's regret drove him to pursue her. "Honey, let's get back together!" With a cold smirk, Christina spat, "Fuck off." A silken-suited mogul slipped an arm around her waist. "She's married to me now. Guards, get him the hell out of here!"

The $300 Husband Is A Zillionaire

I woke up in a blindingly white hotel penthouse with a throbbing headache and the taste of betrayal in my mouth. The last thing I remembered was my stepsister, Cathie, handing me a flute of champagne at the charity gala with a smile that didn't reach her eyes. Now, a tall, dangerously handsome man walked out of the bathroom with a towel around his hips. On the nightstand sat a stack of hundred-dollar bills. My stepmother had finally done it—she drugged me and staged a scandal with a hired escort to destroy my reputation and my future. "Aisha! Is it true you spent the night with a gigolo?" The shouts of a dozen reporters echoed through the heavy oak door as camera flashes exploded through the peephole. My phone lit up with messages showing my bank accounts were already frozen. My father was invoking the 'morality clause' in my mother’s trust fund, and my fiancé had already released a statement dumping me to marry my stepsister instead. I was trapped, penniless, and being hunted by the press for a scandal I hadn't even participated in. My own family had sold me out for a payday, and the man standing in front of me was the only witness who could prove I was innocent—or finish me off for good. I didn't have time to cry. According to the fine print of the trust, I had thirty days to prove my "rehabilitation" through a legal marriage or I would lose everything. I tracked the man down to a coffee shop the next morning, watching him take a thick envelope of cash from a wealthy older woman. I sat across from him and slid a napkin with a $50,000 figure written on it. "I need a husband. Legal, paper-signed, and convincing." He looked at the number, then at me, a slow, crooked smile spreading across his face. I thought I was hiring a desperate gigolo to save my inheritance. I had no idea I was actually proposing to Dominic Fields, the reclusive billionaire shark who was currently planning a hostile takeover of my father’s entire empire.

Love's Sweetest Surprise: From Brokenhearted To Billionaire's Wife

For five years, I believed I was living in a perfect marriage, only to discover it was all a sham! I discovered that my husband was coveting my bone marrow for his mistress! Right in front of me, he sent her flirtatious messages. To make matters worse, he even brought her into the company to steal my work! I finally understood, he never loved me. I stopped pretending, collected evidence of his infidelity, and reclaimed the research he had stolen from me. I signed the divorce papers and left without looking back. He thought I was just throwing a tantrum and would eventually return. But when we met again, I was holding the hand of a globally renowned tycoon, draped in a wedding dress and grinning with confidence. My ex-husband's eyes were red with regret. "Come back to me!" But my new groom wrapped his arm around my waist, and chuckled dismissively, "Get the hell out of here! She's mine now."

The Billionaire's Medicine: His Silent Obsession

My stepmother sold me like a piece of inventory to a man known for breaking people just to plug the financial crater my father left behind. I was delivered to the Morton estate in the middle of a freezing storm, stripped of my phone, and told that if I didn't make myself useful, my senile grandfather would be evicted from his care facility by noon. The master of the house, Adonis Morton IV, was a monster living in a silent mausoleum, driven to the brink of madness by a sensory condition that turned every sound into a physical assault. When I was forced into his suite to serve him, he didn't see a human being; he saw a source of agony. In a fit of animalistic rage, he pinned me to the wall and nearly strangled me to death just for the sound of a shattering teacup. I only survived by using my grandfather’s secret herbal blends and pressure-point therapy to force his overactive nervous system into a drugged sleep. But saving him was my greatest mistake. Instead of letting me go, Adonis moved me into a guest suite connected to his own bedroom by a hidden door. He didn't just want me as a servant; he needed me as a human white-noise machine to drown out the demons in his head. The nightmare deepened when he took the promissory note that defined my freedom and tore it into confetti. By destroying the debt, he destroyed my exit strategy. He replaced my maid’s uniform with a silver silk dress that clung to my skin but did nothing to hide the dark, ugly bruises his fingers had left on my neck. He branded me as his "primary care associate," a title that was nothing more than a gilded cage. I felt a sickening sense of injustice as he forced me to sign a contract that banned me from contacting other men and required me to sleep wherever he slept. He looked at me with a possessive heat, calling me his "medication" rather than a woman. My family had sold my body, but Adonis Morton was intent on owning my very presence, using my grandfather’s medical bills as a leash to keep me within twenty feet of him at all times. Standing in a neglected greenhouse with mud staining my expensive silk, I realized I was no longer a victim waiting for rescue. If I was going to be his medication, I would learn how to be his cure—or his undoing. I began clearing the weeds with a cold, calculated frenzy, determined to turn this prison into my laboratory. He thinks he has trapped a helpless girl, but I am going to pry open the cracks in his stone walls until his entire world comes crashing down.

The Billionaire's Cold And Bitter Betrayal

I had just survived a private jet crash, my body a map of violet bruises and my lungs still burning from the smoke. I woke up in a sterile hospital room, gasping for my husband's name, only to realize I was completely alone. While I was bleeding in a ditch, my husband, Adam, was on the news smiling at a ribbon-cutting ceremony. When I tracked him down at the hospital's VIP wing, I didn't find a grieving husband. I found him tenderly cradling his ex-girlfriend, Casie, in his arms, his face lit with a protective warmth he had never shown me as he carried her into the maternity ward. The betrayal went deeper than I could have imagined. Adam admitted the affair started on our third anniversary-the night he claimed he was stuck in London for a merger. Back at the manor, his mother had already filled our planned nursery with pink boutique bags for Casie's "little princess." When I demanded a divorce, Adam didn't flinch. He sneered that I was "gutter trash" from a foster home and that I'd be begging on the streets within a week. To trap me, he froze my bank accounts, cancelled my flight, and even called the police to report me for "theft" of company property. I realized then that I wasn't his partner; I was a charity case he had plucked from obscurity to manage his life. To the Hortons, I was just a servant who happened to sleep in the master bedroom, a "resilient" woman meant to endure his abuse in silence while the whole world laughed at the joke that was my marriage. Adam thought stripping me of his money would make me crawl back to him. He was wrong. I walked into his executive suite during his biggest deal of the year and poured a mug of sludge over his original ten-million-dollar contracts. Then, right in front of his board and his mistress, I stripped off every designer thread he had ever paid for until I was standing in nothing but my own silk camisole. "You can keep the clothes, Adam. They're as hollow as you are." I grabbed my passport, turned my back on his billions, and walked out of that glass tower barefoot, bleeding, and finally free.