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“That child is mine. And so are you,” he commanded, his viper-green eyes pinning her in place. Grace couldn’t believe that he—Carlos Benjamin, her new CEO and eight years her junior—was the father of her unborn baby. “You can go back to that deadbeat you call a husband, or you can come with me and have everything.” ===== For the last five years of her marriage, Grace Preston, 32, believed she was broken. She couldn’t have a child, and her deadbeat husband, Charles, never let her forget it, calling her useless while she worked tirelessly to fund his failed acting career. He didn’t just break her spirit; he shattered her trust by cheating on her with her own sister. Heartbroken, Grace fled to her office late one night, seeking solace at the bottom of a bottle. She wasn’t alone. A beautiful, blond-haired man was there, nursing his own wounds. He never told her his name, but he offered her a night of oblivion. Fueled by whiskey and a desperate need for revenge, she gave in to her darkest desires, pulling the willing stranger into her web. In her drunken haze, she thought, “If my husband can have his fun, then so can I.” She never worried about protection, convinced she was barren. Until a month later, when a positive pregnancy test trembled in her hands. Grace Preston, the ‘barren’ wife, was pregnant. In a single night, the stranger gave her what Charles couldn’t in five years. Now Carlos has made his claim, pulling her into a world of immense power and lethal secrets. Will Grace escape her toxic marriage only to be trapped in this captivating young billionaire’s golden cage? Or is trading one prison for another a mistake that will cost her more than just her heart?

He’s her assistant. Loyal. Obedient. Untouchable. Victoria Sharp built her tech empire from scratch. She's rich, ruthless, and always in control. No scandals, no distractions, especially not from a certain devastatingly attractive executive assistant with bewitching eyes and a voice that could ruin her in seconds. James Mitchell has worked under Victoria for three years, hiding his desire behind professionalism and perfect ties. He knows the rules. He respects her boundaries. But when she starts breaking her own, James isn’t sure how long he can keep pretending he doesn’t want her. What begins as subtle tension, lingering stares, coffee with hidden meanings, after-hours “accidental” meetings, spirals into something hotter, darker, and far more dangerous. She’s used to power. He’s used to silence. But neither of them is ready for obsession. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "If you want these lips, then earn them." James's words hung in the air between them, transforming the atmosphere in Victoria's office from tense confrontation to something entirely unprecedented. Victoria sat frozen in her chair, her lips still parted in silent shock, her mind struggling to process what had just transpired. Earn them. The phrase echoed in her thoughts, foreign and disorienting. "If you want to keep tasting these lips, then you'll have to woo me." The additional statement landed like a second shockwave. Woo him? Victoria Sharp didn't woo anyone. ------------- "Victoria, what are you…" James words died in his throat as he felt the warm, wet heat of her tongue against his exposed chest. Victoria had found the gap in his shirt and was licking his skin with deliberate, erotic slowness that made his entire body go rigid with shock and arousal. The sensation was unlike anything James had ever experienced, raw and intimate and so unexpected that it short-circuited his ability to think coherently. Victoria's tongue was warm and soft against his skin, tracing patterns that sent bolts of electricity straight to his core. This was madness, she knew that. But she was past caring about sanity or propriety or any of the rules that had governed her life up until this moment. All she cared about was the man in her arms and the way he made her feel like she was coming alive for the first time in years. Her tongue found the small mole on under his right eye, and she felt James's entire body shudder at the contact. "I love that mole on you," she whispered against his skin, her voice husky with desire. James's eyes slammed shut at the intimate contact, his body betraying him as a soft groan escaped his lips. The sensation of Victoria's tongue on his face was so unexpected, so boldly sensual, that his pulse hammering against his throat. "I will do as you say, James," she said, her voice husky with desire and determination. "I will woo you." The words sent a jolt of satisfaction through James's system, but it was her next statement that made his breath catch. "However, you should know that I am very territorial." "You just sit down, look effortlessly handsome, and prepare to be wooed," she said, her voice carrying all the authority of a woman who was used to getting exactly what she wanted. "Remember, James," she said, her voice dropping to a whisper that somehow managed to carry more authority than any shout ever could. "You are mine." The declaration hung between them like a brand, marking him as surely as if she'd physically claimed him. Enemies-to-lovers tension CEO x Executive Assistant Office slow-burn with high heat Obsession, betrayal, and emotional redemption One woman who’s never been owned and the man she can’t control If you love dominant heroines breaking their own rules, devoted but strong men, and drama that keeps you breathless, then be ready to be will consumed.

New book, "My Wife is the Star Lord," seeks your support~ [Strong Female Lead + Doting Love Interest + Ancient Martial Arts + E-sports + A Touch of Fantasy] The Sinclair Family's second daughter, who has spent years practicing Ancient Martial Arts in the deep mountains, is returning to Kingsford for the college entrance exams. The Sinclairs are terrified: "The second daughter is a jinx! She brings misfortune to her father, mother, and the entire family. Stay away from her at all costs!" The young masters of Kingsford sneer: "A country bumpkin from the mountains will be easy to control. A little sweet-talking and she'll fall for it." Only an old Daoist, who seems like a quack, pokes Aurora Sinclair's head with a serious expression: "Don't cause any trouble for your master when you go down the mountain!" *** Half a year after returning to Kingsford— The Sinclairs, with eager faces: "Our second daughter is the hope of our entire village; don't get in the way of her making money!" The young masters of Kingsford, bruised and swollen: "Aurora Sinclair isn't a woman! Her fists are harder than a man's!" The old Daoist, gazing at the night sky, mutters mysteriously: "The Star of Romance is stirring! Which foolish boy is it?" The precious young master of a certain secret laboratory lets out a loud sneeze! The expressions of all the experts and professors change drastically: "Hurry and get a doctor!" *** Male Lead: Alvin Morgan (Top Researcher) Female Lead: Aurora Sinclair (Hidden Bigshot) 【Please add to your collection, send red beans, recommendation tickets, and monthly passes. The more, the better~】

“Damian Sinclair, you said you wouldn’t touch me, wouldn't like me, and wouldn’t marry me!” “Darling, you must be mistaken. I clearly want to sleep with you, like you a lot, and hold a certificate of marriage!” “You...you're shameless, going back on your word!” “Be good, husband can do something even more shameless.” The book is also called "The CEO Is Too Fierce, Baby Feels Square" and "Beast, Let Go of That Soft Cutie, Let Me Come."

After dumping the Obsessive Tyrant, I was entangled ###### [Sickly Obsessive Maxim Sinclair VS Cunning Little Fox Summer Lowell] President of Sinclair Group, Maxim Sinclair, is ruthless, unfeeling, and notoriously uninterested in women, never rumored to be with any woman. However, only he knows that the woman bold enough to come undercover beside him, achieving her goal before fleeing, has haunted his sleepless nights for an entire year! Until that day, she unexpectedly returns to the country, parachuting in as the design director of a rival company... "Director Lowell, you used me and threw me away. Did I agree to this?" "Feelings fade, naturally things end. Why must President Sinclair pursue relentlessly?" "Summer Lowell, let me tell you, even if I have to go to hell, I will take you with me!" ... People gasp in sympathy, assuming this reckless woman is doomed to a fate worse than death. Little do they know, he has long laid an inescapable net, waiting for her to walk right into it. "I will trap you in a place where only I can see you, forever!" ——— [The Heroine is Career-Oriented, The Hero is Pathologically Obsessive, Known as the Jealous King of the Demon Capital!]

Thea Shaw travels from the modern society to the Women's Respect Country, diligently working for thirty years to reach the position of Great National Master. She is forced to travel back again. Before traveling, she was the Miss Sutton who was mistakenly taken by another family, spending twenty years in the countryside, while a fake heiress replaced her in the elite Sutton Family. Her parents are indifferent to her, relatives awkwardly look down on her, and the fake heiress is superior in every way, treating her with politeness. Originally feeling indignant and extreme about her fate and ready to fight for everything, Thea's sharpness is blunted by thirty years of living in a female-dominant society. She thinks, just get by, what else can you do? So the Sutton Family is astonished to find that the daughter lost in the countryside for twenty years is not demanding her status or proving herself, but is instead waving the banner of feudalism. Great National Master—controls national destiny, primarily fortune-telling, with a side of persuasion. Later on, everyone is talking: "Have you had your fortune told by Thea Shaw? She's really accurate, but when you go see her, you must wear formal attire." —— Landon Ford, the heir to the Ford Family, the strongest in Aethelgard. He is known for being erratic in temperament, with a terrible temper, mostly dealing with others without a smile, infamous for being a lunatic. The first time he met her, she had an ethereal aura about her as if she could ascend at any moment, solemnly requesting him to button up his open collar, and sincerely advising: "Boys, reputation is the most important." Landon Ford slants his eyes, grabbing her hand and pressing it against his heart: "Now, I have no reputation, and you must take responsibility." Thea Shaw: … Young people these days lack virtue in their actions. (Silly and Zen-like Little Fairy X Crazy and Rebellious Heir)

She was cruelly calculated by her half-sister, resulting in a tarnished reputation, and her mother passed away with resentment. Six years later, she returns to the country with her son. The little guy actually proposes marriage for her on a live streaming platform: "Hello everyone, I am Song Dabai, my mommy is Song Yinyin, my daddy is... hehe, I still need a daddy! Handsome uncles willing to be my daddy, please marry my mommy soon!" A few days later, that diamond-grade man who drove countless women in the Imperial City wild with fascination appears and from then on, he entangles her. A sweet love story with a 1 to 1 pet romance.

Before rebirth, she was ruthlessly abandoned by the man she loved the most. After rebirth, she threw out a divorce paper, "I don't love you anymore, let's divorce." He is the all-powerful emperor of Stellaria, cold and heartless, with unpredictable moods. Facing the accusation from his young wife, he laughed wildly and confidently, "Who else can you love but me?" A certain woman made a domineering counterattack, picking up the little dumpling beside her, "Him, I love him the most." Melody Thorne, who had just been reborn, originally thought she could stand tall, but didn't expect to be unable to even walk, From then on, the cold-blooded president transformed into a wife-pampering maniac, afraid to break her if he held her, afraid she'd melt if he kissed her. She fought dregs, he provided the gun. She wanted stars in the sky, he immediately built a rocket to reach them. A reporter interviewed, "Mr. Quinn, how did you manage to conquer Mrs. Quinn who wanted to run away several times?" "By making babies."

Laura Quincy is pregnant. The other party: appearance unknown; age unclear; identity a mystery. After ten months of pregnancy, on the day the child was born, the mysterious child's father took the child away, separating mother and son from then on. … A few years later. Laura Quincy accidentally picks up a child from Mars on the street, but the next day, a dangerous and domineering man, accompanied by a group of fierce-looking men in black, barges into her house. "Miss Quincy, we suspect you're involved in the kidnapping case of Young Master Hawthorne. Please come with us to assist in our investigation." Damn! The young master of the Hawthorne Family? This little friend from Mars is actually the son of the famous abstinent male god of Dravenfall, Jason Hawthorne? But why does he look so much like her between the eyebrows?! Fragment 1: Laura Quincy struggles: "President, this is the office!" Jason Hawthorne remains indifferent: "What's wrong with the office? As a secretary, is anyone daring enough to gossip if you stay in my office a moment longer?" Laura Quincy is embarrassed and annoyed: "Then let me down!" Jason Hawthorne smiles wickedly: "Be good, just on the table." Laura Quincy: "..." [Sweet Romance, you're welcome to dive in~ Mwah~]

My wife is pretending to be a bad student again. ###### After raising a foolish wife for nineteen years, she left a divorce paper and ran away! Sitting in a wheelchair, he looked calm: "She doesn't know the way, she won't get far." The subordinate reminded: "Madam has run abroad to compete..." Young Master remained expressionless: "She is a bad student, always last in every competition." The subordinate wiped his sweat: "But, Madam is a judge this time..." Mr. Emperor furrowed his brows: "Heh, what does a country girl know besides planting?" The subordinate wanted to cry: "A global top academic competition... in the men's category... as a judge..." He, who has a leg condition, suddenly stood up from the wheelchair: "I'll go compete!" = = At the competition venue. Looking at his foolish wife dressed as a man, handsome and charming, dominating all the awards; then in a long dress, radiant and mesmerizing, becoming a goddess revered in the fields of global medicine, pharmacy, botany, and even astrophysics... His eyes deepened: "No matter how amazing, she's still my woman!" Who would have thought, she arrogantly tossed a divorce paper: "Here, sign it!" [1v1 sweet love story, both heart-wrenching and heart-warming]

Bai Yiran never imagined she’d enter a whirlwind marriage with Leng Yichen, the cold and powerful CEO of an empire—nor that their divorce would be just as swift. All she wanted was a quiet life, free from drama. But Leng Yichen had other plans. After the divorce, he shamelessly pursued her, pulling every trick to keep her close, determined to win her back and shower her with the kind of love that left the world breathless. Handsome young idols, scumbag exes, charming colleagues, eligible doctors—none could get within arm’s reach of Bai Yiran. Spoiled by his unwavering devotion, Bai Yiran would often toss her head and declare: “Ever since I married into the Leng family, I’ve been the only one he pampers! There are thousands of beauties out there, but he just has to spoil me—and only me! So I asked him, ‘Why not spread the love around a little?’ And guess what? He just won’t listen!”

Lyra Moreau discovered she was married without ever saying “I do”!  What’s worse, her mystery husband turned out to be Percival Covington—the city’s most ruthless billionaire!  As the family’s scorned “illegitimate” daughter, she’s spent years hiding her genius mind while enduring abuse. She never imagined being bound to someone so dangerous.  When everyone expected him to annul their accidental union immediately, Percival stunned them all with his unexpected response: “My dear wife, why don’t we make this arrangement work?”

Five years of marriage filled with love and devotion, she exhausted herself day and night for him, only to meet a tragic end unwillingly. Upon rebirth, she throws a divorce paper in front of him, "Divorce!" "Fine!" The man, enraged, slams the table and makes a call to the secretary. Five minutes later, Aurelia Shaw receives a message on her phone, "Mason Nightshade, are you crazy! Why did you transfer all your assets to my name?!" The man pretends to be pitiful and loosens his tie, "Wife, I'm now penniless, please take me in." Damn~! Can someone tell her why this guy seems like a completely different person after her rebirth! (This is a dual rebirth story. When the reincarnated female lead encounters the reincarnated male lead, the cold male turns into a warm loyal puppy. In the past life, you ignored my love; in this life, the male lead starts a long journey of tirelessly pursuing, loving, and pampering his wife with no limits.)

He is the emperor of the dark night—cruel and indifferent, rejecting the warmth of women's affection. He ensnared her, viewing her as the antidote to the love poison that coursed through him, instantly addicted, and henceforth, forever beyond redemption. "The women who have glimpsed my body have only one destiny," he declared, donning a refined silver-black mask, his smile sly. "Yet, I find your scent intriguing. You may choose the manner of your demise." Their first encounter saw him pinning her to the carpet. Though commonplace advances typically involved various kisses, he surprised her by biting her neck. The perplexing question lingered: Why was he, not a vampire, drinking her blood?! Upon their second meeting, she fell prey to his bodyguard's abduction, brought before him. As she teetered on the brink of total consumption, a mysterious factor within her body was triggered...

Lucia Watts was once the golden daughter of Tomasso City, born into an illustrious family, raised in love, and destined for brilliance. But at seventeen, she made one fatal mistake: she brought a stranger named Anna Smith into her home. That mistake destroyed everything. Betrayed by the woman she trusted, Lucia’s father was framed and sentenced to life imprisonment. Her family collapsed overnight. Her father died under the wheels of oncoming traffic. Her mother lost her sanity. The hospital that carried her family’s name was stolen. Lucia died that day. And Emma Wilson was born. Four years later, Emma returns as the elegant and untouchable director of a Swiss cosmetics empire. Beautiful, ruthless, and patient, she has only one purpose: to drag Anna Smith and everyone who helped her into hell. Her path of revenge leads her straight to Ricard Anderson, Anna’s fiancé, a powerful CEO, and the perfect weapon. Lucia approaches him knowingly, seduces him deliberately and lets him fall in love with her step by step. She uses his desire, his influence, and his devotion as pieces on her chessboard. Ricard knows the truth. He knows she is using him. He knows her love is a lie. And yet, he chooses to stay. “I know I’m just a pawn,” he says. “But I’m willing.” As secrets are exposed, traps are set and blood debts are repaid, love becomes the most dangerous variable. Lucia wins her revenge but at the cost of everything else. Because some love stories are never meant to be saved. And some women choose revenge over redemption. ... Umee say that: Hi there! First of all, thank you for the interest and for the enthusiasm. Truly. Every time I open my comments and see new invitations to add Discord, buy promotion packages, commission comic adaptations, or “have a quick chat,” I’m reminded that my story has somehow wandered into a very busy marketplace. That said, I should probably set expectations gently before anyone invests too much energy. I’m not looking for promotion services, paid advertising or commissioned artwork. Not because they’re bad ideas, just because they’re not ideas I currently need. I don’t have the budget, the urgency or the illusion that my story is secretly one step away from becoming the next global phenomenon. I’m very aware of where my work stands. It’s doing okay. Respectably okay. Not “adapt-everything-immediately” okay. My passion for writing exists but it hasn’t reached the stage where common sense quietly exits the room. I promise I’m not underestimating myself, I’m simply being realistic, which is a personality trait I’ve grown quite attached to. Another small but important thing: I’m not really interested in chatting, exchanging ideas, networking, or building creative alliances in private messages. I write best when left alone. I think best when no one is pitching anything to me. And I function best when my inbox is not screaming for attention. So if I don’t reply, please know it’s not personal, it’s just me choosing silence over small talk. That being said, if you’re genuinely curious about me rather than what I can potentially become or produce, if you want to see my everyday life, random thoughts, quiet moments and the unmarketable parts of my existence, I do have my Instagram linked in my bio. You’re welcome to follow it. No proposals required. No introductions needed. Just observation, at your own pace. I truly wish you the best with your creative work, your art, your promotions, and your ambitions. Creating something and trying to get it seen is hard, I respect that deeply. I just prefer to walk my path slowly, quietly, and without turning every interaction into a business opportunity. Thank you for understanding, for stopping by, and for letting me return peacefully to my writing corner, where the only thing I’m selling is words.

Faced with his CEO wife's passionate advances, Chen Yang blushed and stammered, "Dear, why are you holding my hand in the middle of the night?"