Wealthy

Blair comes home to find her fiancé in bed with her cousin Laura. She is determined not to let it destroy her. She is a strong capable woman. What she hadn’t planned on was drinking too much then sleeping with her boss. Roman shows her things she had never experienced before. Didn't even know she would enjoy. The next morning in the cold light of day and sober, Blair wants to pull away and call it a one-night stand. Roman has other ideas. He just doesn't want her for one night he wants her period.

“You’re blushing,” Ethan murmured, stepping in close, voice like silk and sin. “I’m not,” I snapped, even as my breath hitched. His fingers brushed my jaw. “Liar. Your skin gives you away every time.” I tried to step back, but my body didn’t move. It leaned into his heat, into the pull I kept denying. “You hate me, remember?” I whispered. His lips barely grazed mine. “Then why do your eyes beg me to kiss you?” *************** After being betrayed by her fiancé who got her sister engaged to him, Olivia is humiliated and heartbroken. Olivia thinks nothing could hurt worse. Until her family gives her an ultimatum: Marry in five days, or be forced to wed a man who can’t even speak. Why? Because her younger sister can’t walk down the aisle first—it’s “shameful” if the eldest daughter isn’t married. When a cocky, infuriating stranger shows up with a marriage proposal, things get messy fast. What starts as a contract to save face turns into something far more dangerous: undeniable chemistry, scorching tension, and a slow burn that refuses to stay under control. In five days, everything could fall apart for Olivia or turn into the beginning of something real.

"I agree. I will grant her the divorce she seeks." These words were haunting Angelo Giordano. His wife of two years had divorced him and was now working in his office and Man! she is s*xy, beautiful and a passionate worker. "Are you ashamed to let anyone know that you were married to me?" He whispered in her ear in the elevator which made a shiver run down her spine. "I don't give a d*mn about the past." Alessia told him but she slapped herself mentally. Who was she kidding. Now she has Draco on one hand and Angelo on the other. Is it right to have these thoughts about Angelo when she is happy with Draco? At the altar standing with Draco, will Alessia change her mind? Or her happily-ever after is written with Draco?

When Francesca's little sister, Faith gets entangled in a gang - related blackmail and disappears without a trace, it's up to her to find her sister. Powerless, she turns to an unlikely help, Luca Castello, LA's mafia boss, a dangerous man with blood on his hands. Luca's is impressed by Fran's approach for help and he is intrigued by her boldness which is masked with a layer of unexpected innocence. But his price is not cheap and on their first meeting he ensures that Fran is aware of the price for help. Faith is Francesca's only surviving family, the only person she knows as home since the death of the immigrant parents. Luca's price is steep but for Faith, Fran is ready to make a deal with the Devil himself. The deal is made and there's no going back.

Two days before her wedding, Serena Vale thinks she has everything. Love. Stability. A new job. A perfect future. That is until she finds out her fiancé has been cheating on her and is unapologetic about it. Broken-hearted, she leaves alone for what was supposed to be their honeymoon where she runs into two powerful billionaires. Rafael and Nikolai are supposed to be rivals, but little does the world know that they share a lot of interests, including the same woman. They both want her. They both claim her. And neither of them wants to let her go.

"In her past life, she trusted the wrong people—and betrayed the one man who loved her most. Blinded by lies, she pushed her fiancé into ruin. Yet even as the world turned against him, he forgave her. And in the end, he slaughtered all her enemies… before using the final blade to follow her into death. Now reborn, she swears to rewrite her fate. This time, she tears apart the fake innocents, crushes the traitors, and rises in brilliance—only for one purpose: to win back the heart of the man she once destroyed. But little does she know… He never truly left. From the shadows, he has already laid his trap, created a world where she can only fall—back into his arms. A love once buried in blood and regret will now reignite amidst vengeance, redemption, and fate's cruel game."

Born a forbidden son and raised in the shadow of cruelty, Romero Rodriguez survived a fire meant to bury him beside his mother. Years later, he returns to the city that betrayed him — not as a ghost, but as its most feared heir. Cold. Calculated. And starving for revenge. Every move he makes is designed to reclaim power, punish betrayal, and burn down the legacy that tried to destroy him. To secure his throne in the De Luca dynasty, Romero forces a marriage with a woman from a delicate but powerful family — a union meant to be strategic, brutal, and disposable. He never planned to need her. She was supposed to be leverage. A name. A contract. Instead, she becomes the only thing standing between him and the monster he’s worked so hard to become. And in a world built on blood and loyalty, loving her might be the one weakness that gets them both killed.

“Make love to me.” I pleaded. I wasn’t thinking straight and I was only doing this to get back at Benjamin but the way Saint was currently looking at me did not help with my decision making. “Make love to you?” He repeated. He was probably baffled seeing as I was dating his nephew. “Yes.” I didn’t back down. Saint took a few steps closer to me, making me falter. Was he finally going to throw me out of his room for talking such nonsense? I held my breath as I waited for the inevitable rejection. “I don’t make love, mia cara. I f*ck.” ~•~ When Adriana Jensen catches her boyfriend cheating on her with her best friend, her first idea is to get back at him by sleeping with his uncle, Saint, but when she is rejected by him, she sees it as a challenge and stops at nothing to make him break before their trip is over. Saint Rossi has no business lusting after his nephew’s girlfriend but he cannot help his obsession, especially after she boldly gives herself to him. He tries his best to stay away from her because she is too good to be brought into his darkness, but it seems like fate had other plans for the pair.

The Serbian White Eagles aren't just a soccer club; they’re my family’s legacy, the blood in my veins, and the pride of my community. But pride doesn't pay for the stadium lights or clear the mounting debt. I fought until my hands were raw, exhausted every favor, and spent every last cent I owned trying to keep us afloat. Finally, I had to admit the truth: we were dying. And I, Aleksa Pavić, was not going to give up. There was only one man left in Toronto with the power to stop the bleeding: Maksim Volkov. The CEO of FC Vorkuta, my f*ck*ng rival, and a man whose presence is as cold and precise as a winter morning in the city. I walked into his office smelling of rain and desperation, bracing for a shark. I expected him to demand my soul or laugh as I knelt to beg. Instead, he was... kind. He offered me a seat, a glass of vintage scotch, and a voice like silk that promised to protect my talent. He looked at me not as an enemy, but as something precious, he’d been waiting years to hold. I signed the papers before I realized the ink was a blood bond. "I’ll pay your debts, Aleksa. I’ll save your legacy. All I ask in return is the one thing you’ve spent your life guarding: I want you and everything you have." Maksim Volkov's calm voice rose in the room. Maksim didn't just save my team; he bought my life. He hasn't used a single chain, yet I am more captive than I’ve ever been. Between the security that follows my every shadow and the way he maps my body with a devotion that feels like a prayer, the exits have all vanished. He’s erased the seams between us until I don't know where my hate ends and his obsession begins. I never saw it coming, and now, as his hands find me in the dark, I have no idea if I want to escape... or if I’m finally ready to drown in the love of the man who ruined me.

What a ridiculous thing happened to me! I was sent as a substitute for my sister for just one night but I ended up marrying her supposed husband. “What are you doing? Are you not aware of the reason for which you're here?” He said and sat on bed. I sat straight and curled my legs. “I…I…but I'm a virgin and the thought of all this is what scares me.” I said and Greyson gave me an evil smirk. My voice wasn't supposed to sound this weak and pathetic but I can't hide my emotions. “You have nothing to fear. I'm the man who would be marrying you. Think of this as our marriage consummation.” He said and my eyes brimmed with tears. If only he knew that I am not the woman he would be marrying. I am simply her substitute. I thought to myself. Greyson reached out to my legs, and dragged his fingers on them, and pulled me by the legs to himself. He frowned when he saw that I still wore a mask and suspicion took over him. “Remove your mask, Bella. There's no need to hide your face from me. He said and I shook my head. Greyson tilted his head, and his eyes became cold. “Remove the mask, Isabella Walters!” He said authoritatively and I gasped. This was trouble!