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The Mafia Lord's Secret Lover

Evelyn Walters was the perfect heiress, until one reckless night with her father’s greatest enemy ruined everything. Pregnant, disgraced, and cast out of the Walters family, she left with nothing but her unborn child. Years later, she's survived. But as a single mother, the life she built was fragile until the man from her past discovered the truth. Now he wants her and his son. But how can Evelyn trust the father of her child... when he's also the enemy of the man who raised her? **** Excerpt: "B-Boss... the woman you slept with that night... she wasn't the supermodel the company just signed," Dylan stammered, his voice trembling. Axel's brow furrowed even further. He tried digging through the hazy, alcohol-soaked memories of that night.  Of course, he remembered the party. He remembered the whiskey. But the woman? Nope. His brain served up a blank slate. "Who was she?" Dylan swallowed. "The first daughter of William Walters." "Cough! Cough!" Axel coughed violently, his face turning red and eyes wide with shock. He never thought that woman would end up in his bed.  --- Curiosity won, as always. Evelyn grabbed the remote and hit the power button. The screen lit up, and her jaw dropped. Her eyes went wide, as if the Grim Reaper himself had just stepped out of the TV to ask for her phone number. “What the…? Why does my personal source of misery pop up the second I turn this thing on?” Because there he was, Axel Knight, gliding out of his luxury car like some corporate deity on his way to a business banquet. Evelyn scrambled for the remote to turn it off, but of course, fate had other plans. Axel turned to the camera and gave a casual wave, acknowledging the paparazzi vultures lined up outside. She hated to admit it, but the man looked sinfully good in his signature black suit and high turtleneck, his sleek black hair framing a face that could stop traffic and quite possibly her breathing. Then, suddenly, her stomach clenched. Her hand instinctively rubbed her flat belly. “Little tenant, did you just say you recognize him?”
PurpleLight · 1.6m Views

The Devil CEO's Contract Wife

[18+ | Mature Content | Dark Romance] After slaving away for years as Ares King's sole overworked secretary, Catherine has finally had enough of his domineering and heartless attitude. She wants to quit and use the severance pay to settle her family's debts, and spend more time with her long-term boyfriend. But soon after she hands her resignation letter, she finds out that her long-term boyfriend cheated on her. He claims she's a wreck with no future, and he's better off without her. Heartbroken and devastated, Catherine is grasping at the last straw when her boss, Ares King, proposes a contract out of the blue. "Become my wife for one year." "Why me, Mr. King?" "Because we work, Ms. Lane.” The last thing she wanted was to make a deal with the devil. But this offer is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Sell your soul to the devil for one year. How hard can that be? ********** "How many?" I froze. Did he expect me to count? "How. Many?" "I-I don't—Ah!" Ares spanked me again, continuously. My eyes stung, and sweet pain overtook me. I should feel sick from deriving pleasure from this, but strangely, I wasn't. "Two?" I teased, purposely getting the numbers wrong. "You shouldn't have done that." Just as I thought, he started again, but this time he drove each hit with more force until my ass was burning. "Fifteen!" I yelled, shaking. "Wrong." My heart momentarily stopped. "I got it right!" "You missed one." He pressed his hand on my searing bottom, and I moaned. I tried to squirm away, but he trapped my hands behind my back, his voice dark with warning. "Move again, and you'll regret it." ~ A/N: This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or real events is purely coincidental.
Dy_zamite · 1m Views

What's Wrong With Being An Omega Nanny?

Elias winced, his frail body trembling as Viktor pinned his wrists above his head, the mafia boss's broad frame caging him against the cold kitchen wall. The scent of gunpowder and Viktor's Alpha Pheromones... dark, like smoked cedar... flooded Elias's senses, making his knees weak. His suppressants were failing, his vanilla Omega scent slipping through, and Viktor's grey eyes burned with something dangerous. "Sir... you... You told me to stay away from your..." Elias stammered, his voice a shaky whisper. "Shh," Viktor growled, his lips brushing Elias's ear, sending a shiver down his spine. "Not another word, Elias." Elias shut his eyes, heart pounding, as Viktor's grip tightened, the heat of his body igniting a forbidden spark that could ruin them both. 'How the hell did it get to this?' . Elias Kane is a weak omega on the edge, hiding his sweet vanilla scent behind cheap suppressants to survive in a world that despises his kind. With his sister Lila in a coma and hospital bills crushing him, the nineteen-year-old takes a dangerous job as a nanny for Dante and Dario, the wild twin sons of Viktor Drago, a mafia kingpin whose icy heart and chiselled features hide a brutal past. Living in Viktor's fortress-like estate, Elias must lie about being a Beta, dodging the twins' relentless chaos and the watchful eyes of a house where trust is a blade's edge. But Viktor, scarred by an omega's betrayal, is a storm Elias can't escape. Elias's gentle care for the twins chips away at Viktor's cold exterior, his forbidden scent stirring an obsession the Alpha can't deny. When a rival Alpha catches Elias's scent, jealousy ignites Viktor's possessive side, trapping Elias in a web of lust and danger. What would happen when Viktor finds out Elias is an Omega? Will it be too late for both of them?
Pop_Corn11 · 483.9k Views

Divorce? Fine! The Frail Wife is Actually a Yakuza Boss

"Hanae, let’s be honest. You’re too plain. You’re boring. Emi is fragile and needs me, but you? You’re sturdy enough to survive on your own." On their wedding day, Kenji didn’t just break Hanae’s heart—he humiliated her in front of all of Neo-Tokyo, leaving her at the altar for her manipulative, "sickly" stepsister. Everyone expected the gentle, soft-spoken Hanae to cry. They expected her to beg. Instead, she sighed. "You’re right, Kenji. I am sturdy." RIIIP. With a single motion, Hanae tore the silk wedding dress from her body, revealing not the soft skin of a housewife, but rock-hard muscles, scars from a thousand battles, and the terrifying dragon tattoo of the "Asura"—the legendary, retired heir of the Kurosawa Yakuza Clan. For six years, Hanae starved herself, wore baggy clothes, and pretended to be weak just to fit Kenji’s ideal of a "delicate wife." Now, the act is over. The Dragon has woken up. Step 1: Beat up the ex-husband’s bodyguards in high heels. Step 2: Sign a contract marriage with Ryuuji, the dangerous "Demon King" of the rival syndicate. Step 3: Remind the entire underworld why they used to fear her name. When Kenji realizes that his "useless" wife was actually the mastermind behind his success—and the only woman capable of protecting him—he comes crawling back on his knees, weeping for forgiveness. Hanae looks down at him, cracking her knuckles with a smile that promises violence. "Forgive you? Sorry, my husband gets jealous when I play with trash."
rnzu_akrn · 4.8k Views