Susan

There is no price for which a good man sells his daughter."The night Aria Bennett's father knocks on her door at eleven o'clock, she doesn't know she's being sold. She only knows that something is wrong – the rain, the late hour, the stranger waiting in the study downstairs.Dominic Hargrove is not a businessman. He is a kingpin. A killer. A man who has spent fifteen years building walls around a heart shattered by his first wife's mysterious death. When RaymondBennett comes to him with a debt he cannot pay, Dominic sees an opportunity – not just for expansion, but for something he has denied himself for years.A wife he doesn't have to love. A marriage he doesn't have to feel.The contract is simple: two years. A credible performance. No feelings.But Aria Bennett is not a woman who performs. She is a woman who survived her mother's slow, suspicious death. She is a woman who reads books and writesin notebooks and refuses to be impressed by things that impress everyone else. And when she looks at Dominic Hargrov – really looks – she sees past the locked doors and the dark suits to the man beneath.The man who is watching her. The man who chose her. The man who will burn the world down to keep her.As Nicolai – a rival kingpin with a fifteen-year grudge – closes in, as secrets about Aria's mother begin to surface, as the line between performance and reality dissolves, they will both learn the truth:Some contracts are made to be broken. Some loves are worth dying for.And in a world of locked doors and bloodied hands, the most dangerous thing of all is not the enemy at the gate – but the wife who refuses to be owned.

It started with the mile high club. It ended with a fake marriage and his baby in my belly. I thought it was just a hookup on an airplane. Let’s be cute and call it a “one-flight-stand.” Or we could be more accurate and call it what it really was: The day that ruined my life. Aleksandr Makarova sure looked the part of the knight in shining armor. Tall, rich, with eyes that promised all kinds of delicious things. Not to mention, a body that delivered on those promises. It was the craziest moment of my life. But when the flight landed, Aleks disappeared. I tried to pretend it didn’t hurt my feelings. Back to my boring old reality, right? The problem was, Aleks wasn’t really gone. And when I stepped one toe in my house and saw what he’d done to my family, I realized… He wasn’t going away anytime soon.

BLACK INDUSTRIES BOOK 1 Damian Black has always had everything—wealth, power, and the world at his feet. But when his father’s will drops a bombshell, the stakes skyrocket. To secure his inheritance, Damian must do the unthinkable: get married. As the eldest of the Black brothers, Damian’s playboy lifestyle is suddenly on the line. He’s determined to find the perfect woman, but none of them have measured up. Enter Adalyn West, Damian’s long-time personal assistant. Efficient, unflappable, and with a sharp wit that has kept Damian in line for years, Adalyn is the last woman he ever expected to consider as a bride. Adalyn’s been by his side for years, handling every detail of his life with quiet efficiency. She’s smart, loyal, and definitely not the type to cause him any trouble. Plus, she knows him better than anyone else. But there’s one problem— Damian has never seen Adalyn as more than just his PA, and the thought of marrying her feels too close for comfort. As Adalyn steps into the role of Damian’s wife, sparks fly in ways neither of them expected. What starts as a convenient arrangement quickly spirals into something far more complicated. Damian’s heart, once locked away, begins to thaw as his new wife shows him a side of herself he never knew existed. But with old flames, business rivals, and the weight of the Black legacy bearing down, Damian must decide if he’s willing to risk everything—including his heart—for the one woman who might just be perfect for him.

I was arranged to marry the most powerful and ruthless billionaire 'Giovanni Reeves. I should have expected that my life would be a rollercoaster and filled with drama. People call me Royalty Dewitt,  the only daughter of the famous Patrick Dewitt. I had just recently graduated from college and wanted to make a name for myself but my life was turned upside down when I agreed to marry Giovanni Reeves who I find cocky and arrogant. The fact that we are polar opposite and that he irritates me most of the time made us the most messed up newly Weds What I thought was the beginning of our story was just a lie, after all our story started a long time ago. I have always been His Deepest Desire.

Welcome to Club K. Home for the finest and wealthiest men in the country. Owned by playboy Billionaire, Killian Black. The handsome, cocky, and dominant bachelor with a shitty reputation. He has one simple rule: Never mix work with pleasure. Born and raised in a family who worked hard for what they get, Naomi Alderson despises privileged men, especially this particularly attractive, and annoyingly s*xy Billionaire, Killian Black, who happens to be her boss. A man who doesn't even know she existed. She has one simple rule: Never get involved with privileged men, especially Killian Black. But what happens when the mysterious, Arrogant Killian Black sets eyes on shy, innocent Naomi Alderson? A girl he never knew existed. And one thing's for sure, Killian is willing to break every of his rules to get her in his bed. Even if he has to win her heart first.

To drown away her emotional pain from a harsh breakup, Jayda went to a local bar to get wasted. There, she met Sebastian Miller, the multimillionaire with the worst personality but incredibly s*xy charm. Despite his flaws, she had a passionate one-night stand with him, creating a bond that binds them forever and forging a connection that transcends fleeting moments.

Elena tried to get out of his grip but he was too heavy for her. “I am married.” She screamed. “You are not, not anymore.” He spoke as he bit her neck to the extent that she felt as if he will snatch out her flesh. “Please, let me go.” “That husband of yours lost you on a bet. I am the winner, and you belong to me. Just me.” She knew what Aslan was saying was right. John had indeed lost her on a poker table as if she was nothing but another of his belongings just like his watch or an old table. She pushed his chest with all her might but failed. It was her end. In this world where women were progressing, she was traded off on a poker table. She smirked at her fate. She was nothing. Nothing, but a lost bet.