Boss / CEO

"For years, I belonged to him. Not his mate. Not his love. But his bedmate. His Gamma. His shadow in the night. Alpha Calhoun made sure no man dared touch me, no wolf dared look at me. I was his possession, his secret, his sin wrapped in skin. And I endured it all—his rough hands, his dark devotion, his kisses that tasted like fire and chains because at least, for a while, he was mine. Until she returned. His destined mate. His so-called true love. And suddenly, I was nothing. Cast aside, silenced, left to wither in the shadows of a love that had never been mine to claim. But the thing about being claimed by a man like Calhoun… is that he never truly lets you go. ""Try to leave me, Elodie,"" his voice had been a snarl against my throat, his grip bruising my waist. ""I'll burn down every border, tear apart every wolf that stands in my way, until you crawl back to me. You're mine, even if the Moon Goddess herself wants to rip you away."" He didn't know then that I already had one foot out the door. And when I finally left his pack… I took more than just my broken heart with me."

"In my defence, I thought he was someone else. In my further defence, have you met Reid Callahan?" Willow's boyfriend Mark cancels on our anniversary… again and calls her deadwood in bed over the phone in earshot of others. Now she has something to prove. So, she let herself into his apartment. Dark room, no lights, she strips naked crawls over his naked body whispering “Hello Lover” She will show him that she isn’t deadwood and earn some dignity back. Let just say the earth moved. By morning she’s had the best s*x of her life but with the wrong brother. It was Mark's brother. Reid Callahan. Her boss's boss. Now how did her manage this. She had just cheated on her boyfriend with her CEO and it had been frigging unbelievable. She knew what he looked like naked how was going to look at him again without picturing him naked!

Billionaire CEO Julian Hawthorne runs his life—and his romantic conquests—by the entries in a private, meticulous journal. But when his business comes under threat from his estranged father, he needs a Personal Assistant who won’t fall for his money, his charm, or him. Enter Sloane Carter. Brilliant, broke, and fiercely independent, Sloane accepts a job she didn’t apply for because she has no choice. She vows to manage Julian’s life, not his women—and definitely not her own growing attraction. But as secrets surface and the lines blur, Sloane discovers the journal that keeps Julian’s heart locked tight. To secure her future, she may have to destroy the system he uses to avoid love—and risk becoming the one woman he can’t manage.

After spending twelve years loving Damien, Elena walks away and marries his billionaire rival, Nikolai, when Damien chooses his childhood sweetheart over her during a deadly shooting on their anniversary. But when Damien realizes too late that Elena was the woman he truly wanted, will she return to him,or choose the rival who never made her feel like a second choice?

She ran into a chapel to escape a nightmare—and stumbled straight into a billionaire’s vow. Twenty-year-old Emily Zack is desperate. Pregnant after a wild, masked one-night stand with a stranger, she is running from her parents, who are determined to take her baby and force her into a life she never wanted. All Emily wants is to keep her child and sketch her breathtaking fashion designs in peace. But when she hides behind the heavy double doors of a grand chapel, the latch gives way. Emily falls backward, crashing straight into the high-society wedding of the century. The bride has just stood up the groom. The chapel is in chaos. And a dazed, concussed Emily—who happens to be wearing white—blurts out *"I do"* to a priest who doesn't know any better. Enter Matthew Rice: cold, calculated, and the most powerful billionaire CEO in the city. To save his family empire from a catastrophic PR disaster, he takes the witty, unbothered stranger by the hand and claims her as his wife. Matthew vows to protect her and her unborn child, presenting a united front to his elite family. He is icy, brooding, and strictly business—yet he anticipates her every midnight craving, shields her from her past, and drops her off at university in high-end luxury cars just to show the world she belongs to him. Slowly, his frozen heart begins to melt for the free-spirited girl who lights up his darkest days. But as the bump grows and a beautiful baby is born, a striking resemblance triggers a shocking suspicion. Matthew demands a secret DNA test, only to uncover a breathtaking truth: The stranger from the masquerade night—the biological father of Emily's baby—isn't a ghost from her past. He’s the husband she accidentally married.

Known for her boldness and quick comebacks, Amelia Harper has never been one to back down from a challenge. Amelia doesn’t do arrogant CEOs, and she definitely doesn’t fake relationships. She clashes with the cold and apparently arrogant CEO, Adrian Langford. But when a high-stakes deal forces them into a fake relationship, the rules are clear: It’s strictly business. Strictly temporary and controlled. But eventually, the chemistry between them stops following the rules. And suddenly, their perfectly planned arrangement… isn’t so perfect anymore.

Little wolf, for your mistakes. You are gonna work as my slave from now onwards, agreed?" His gruff voice questioned. I gulped and quickly nodded my head in response. Not that I have a say or can refuse him anyways. My name is Serena. A weak and clumsy she-wolf, my clumsiness landed me in trouble with the CEO of the company I work for and now I will have to pay for my sins. But if only I knew working as his slave will turn out to be the greatest thing that ever happened to me, I wouldn't have been so scared of him in the first place. If only I knew the moon goddess was just trying to change me through him, I couldn't have ran away one day to infuriate him. Mr. Zed Williams is a well-known billionaire werewolf CEO all over Los Angeles. His fashion company is literally the best. He is hot, I mean smoking hot, he doesn't give a sh*t about the opposite gender. He dislikes the opposite gender a lot, for reasons best known to him. He got p*ss*d off by the newest female employee in his empire and now he is going to make her regret ever stepping on his toes. But if only he knew making her his slave was the goddess's way to change him, would he or would he have not made her his slave?

He divorced me on live television. In front of eleven million people, my husband of six years announced our marriage was over — then introduced the woman he'd chosen instead. I sat in Row D, seat twelve, exactly where he'd placed me. I walked out without a word. That night, I met Callum Voss. Cold. Ruthless. The one man my ex-husband feared more than any other. He'd watched the broadcast. He knew who I was. And he had a proposition: marry him — that same night — and help him dismantle everything Derek Cole had built. I should have said no. Then I found my late father's files. Evidence that my marriage had never been what I believed. That the man I loved had used my family's name, buried a woman's career to protect his own, and planned my public humiliation weeks in advance. So I signed the contract. Twelve months. Two signatures. A divorce met with revenge. Callum and I had rules — no feelings, no complications, nothing real. But somewhere between the strategy sessions and the silences, the rules stopped holding. Now the contract is expired. Derek's world has collapsed. And Callum is standing in front of me with nothing to offer except the one thing neither of us planned for. This is not the story of how I survived my divorce. It is the story of what I became because of it.

"""Sign it. Save her, and I'll give you anything."" For four years, I was Damian Wright's ""invisible wife"". While I played the pauper, he poured his soul into his dying first love. Desperate, he blindly signed a stack of papers to buy the ""Gifted Doctor's"" time. He didn't read the fine print. Buried inside was our Divorce Decree. ""Congratulations, Damian,"" I said, stripping off my surgical mask to reveal the wife he never truly knew. ""You're free."" The submissive Amelia is dead. The legendary ""Ghost Surgeon""? That's me. The blindfolded racing queen ""Raven""? Also me. The shadow behind the global intelligence network? Still me. I was ready to vanish, but Lucas Sullivan—the titan who makes the Wrights look like peasants—blocked my path. When Damian tried to reclaim me, Lucas didn't just stop him; he brought an empire to its knees. ""They don't deserve to look at you,"" Lucas whispered, his touch a lethal mix of protection and obsession. ""But if you crave the world, Amelia, I'll burn it down just to hear you say my name."""

D*mn, you're delicious," he murmured into her mouth. "You taste like a goddess." She heard the sound of his belt buckle, and her frantic heart stopped because she knew what was coming. "D*mn, I need to be inside you," he declared with a hint of desperation that she loved. She reacted and helped him free himself from his pants because she needed it, too, and she needed it now. But when his member was finally free, and she felt him position himself, his gaze wandered for a moment to a spot behind them. It was only for a second, but that second was enough to see how the entire expression on his face transformed. The desire froze, and instead of the fiery, passionate man from a moment ago, he was that block of ice he usually was again. He took two steps back and looked down. She sat up, confused. "What's wrong?" she asked, baffled. He tensed his jaw and shook his head while zipping up his pants again. A whirlwind of emotions crowded her chest and got stuck in her throat. "Enzo," she called out, but he didn't respond. He bent down to pick up his shirt and walked toward his room without looking at her. "Enzo!" she yelled, but he ignored her and entered his room, slamming the door. She was left on the island, naked, not understanding anything. All the fire went out, giving way to a sadness that settled in her heart. He rejected her. Enzo rejected her. After his wife’s death, Enzo Romano swore his heart was buried with her. Cold. Ruthless. Untouchable. But when duty forces him into a contract marriage with innocent Arianna, the girl who secretly adores him, she finds herself falling for a man who will never love her back.