Workplace romance

Braxton Merriweather always gets what he wants. Now, he wants her--Julia Thompson, the wife of one of his workers. From the moment he first laid eyes on her, he knew he had to possess her in every way. When Jeff Thompson takes him up on the bargain he proposes, Braxton is shocked. He's even more surprised when Mrs. Thompson agrees. But now that he's had a taste of her, he wants more. How can he possess a woman who's already married to someone else? Julia feels trapped by her marriage to her high school sweetheart. In the two years since they've been married, he's changed, and not for the better. When billionaire Braxton Merriweather shows interest in her, she's flattered. And intrigued. Is it possible that one of the richest men in the world could really want her? And if so... what does she do about her husband? One Weekend with the Billionaire is a s*xy story for mature readers.

He’s my brother’s best friend. Practically my brother. The star quarterback. Tattooed, broody, and everything I shouldn’t want. And I’ve been in love with him for as long as I can remember. To Nate, I’ve always been just “Josh’s little sister.” Off limits. Untouchable. He lives in a world I don't exist. He doesn't speak to me or even look at me. I have wanted him since I knew what wanting is. He didn't. Or atleast I thought so.

After spending a night with a strange man on the day before her wedding, Arianna left the country to start her life afresh. The 22-year-old Arianna Jason lived her life pleasing those she loved the most, without knowing that she was simply a prey being nurtured for the day of her ruin. Her life has tasted the butter pill of betrayal. She wants to give back to the world what she's got but how can she change her good, innocent personality to fit into a cruel society and world? Can her sweet nature be contaminated, or will she make it through, paddling on the right path?

Upon discovering her fiance cheating on her and her company being snatched right under her nose. Veena was thrown and imprisoned into a mental hospital due to being 'unstable'. Finally freed from three years of imprisonment and coming back with anger and hatred towards her family. Veena swears to destroy the people who ruined her life. She seeks support from the wealthiest and strongest man of Geneva City, Lois Rossenov. A man who doesn't like women and always wants something in return. He agrees to her offer but in exchange for a marriage arrangement. Not only that, this deal also involves intimacy.

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.

"You're joking right?" Alexander asked, leaning against his high-backed swivel seat, tapping his fingers on the table gently. "No, I'm not." Tessa swallowed hoping for the burning of her throat to stop, she dreaded what his reaction would be, yet he didn't take her seriously. "You want me to believe that a secretary who spread her legs easily for me the night I decided to notice her, is pregnant and it's my baby?" Alexander asked. "I'm not lying sir..I." Tessa stuttered she didn't have words to form, she couldn't believe what he said, he deflowered her that night they slept together, though he didn't know that, she didn't expect him to say what he just did, her throat burned so much, and her heart kept thumping irregularly, she held the chair she stood close to steadying herself. "You're an opportunist," Alexander said with a smile, he didn't like women like this, always finding excuses to trap him into what he didn't want. "Sir, I promise, I'm not lying," Tessa said her lips quivering, her eyes burning and the tears gathering were threatening to slip through. "I used a condom, I always do to avoid women like you." He spat standing up from his chair. "Sir, there must have been a…" Tessa paused when she saw him walk closer to her. "I'm going to give you one minute to leave my office, you're fired, and if I see you near the premises of this office, or close to my building, you'll be sorry for it." Alexander spat on her, pushing her out of his way, he walked to his door opening it wide. "Now leave." He roared. Tessa walked past him slowly, tears running down her eyes, she couldn't believe the one night she had resulted in her pregnancy and joblessness.

Rafael: I’ve survived the military. Sniper. Killer. The best they ever trained. But nothing prepared me for him— Captain Maxwell Santos. My boss. My enemy since childhood. The man who thrives on control, rules, and cold perfection. He hates me, and I breathe to make him lose it. Until one night, he did. With his hand on my throat and his breath on my skin. Now, hatred burns into something else— A hunger I can’t extinguish. He says I’m reckless. Disrespectful. But every time he looks at me, his pupils tell a different story. I used to kill for the country. Now, I’d kill for the way he says my name. And if he ever tries to leave me— I’ll make sure no one has him but me. ____________ Maxwell: I built my name on discipline. No feelings. No weakness. And then Rafael Gotti walked into my agency— cocky, beautiful, untamed. Too young. Too savage. The boy who once kicked my pride now challenges every rule I ever made. He’s a problem I should destroy. Instead, I’m inviting him in.. He looks at me like he knows I'm falling for him. Like he’s daring me to cross the line I swore I never would. He calls me Captain with a smirk. I call him mine in the dark. And now he's breaking down all the walls I built up. I tried to keep them high. Protecting the secret that I don't want anyone to know.

I despised Dante Moretti long before he slid that ring onto my finger. Arrogant. Controlling. The kind of boss who could ruin my day with a single clipped order. I hated the way he spoke to me. I hated the way he watched me more. But walking into my hometown with his ring and watching my ex-husband’s face drain of color felt wickedly perfect. The elders wanted to see real love before selling their land. So Dante and I lied. We played the sweet couple. Except Dante didn’t touch me like a man pretending. At the Christmas market, his hand slid down my spine and stopped right where it shouldn’t. At dinner, he whispered against my ear, “If he’s watching, spread your legs a little. Let him see who owns you now.” I should have slapped him. Instead, my body answered him before I could breathe. He kissed my temple too slow and held my waist too tight. When the lights dimmed, he murmured, “Open for me.” “Keep your eyes on me.” “I want you shaking for me, not for him.” Somewhere between hating him and wanting him to wreck me, everything blurred. Because the man who barked orders in boardrooms had me whispering his name in the dark, Christmas lights flickering over his bare shoulders while he swallowed every sound I made. My ex wanted me broken. Dante wanted me ruined, but only beneath him. And the worst part was how easily I let him. Santa didn’t bring me a miracle. He gave me a sin in a three piece suit and I tore the wrapping off with trembling hands.

Sage Draven’s life goes up in flames at her own engagement party—her boyfriend dumps her in front of the entire wolf pack, sneering that she’s “she’s as bland as white rice.” Then her best friend drops the real bomb: she’s been sleeping with him for six months. They’re “true mates.” Blessed by the Moon Goddess. And Sage? Just the pathetic human stepping stone. Humiliated and shattered, she drowns her sorrows in a high-end bar—and falls into bed with a devastatingly handsome stranger. One night of insane chemistry later, she learns his real name: Kael Thorne. Her ex’s boss. The most feared Alpha CEO in the city. And now… the father of her baby. Desperate and hiding her pregnancy, Sage accepts a bizarre job offer from Kael as his executive assistant. Working side by side, the heat between them is impossible to ignore. When Kael discovers the truth, he makes her a shocking proposal: become his fake mate to silence his family’s matchmaking, and he’ll provide for her and the child. It’s just business. Until it isn’t. But Sage carries an even more dangerous secret. She’s not a nobody. She’s the lost heiress to the Moonhaven Luna bloodline—worth billions, hunted by enemies, and tied to a prophecy she never wanted. When her true identity explodes into the open, everyone who rejected her comes crawling back. Her ex. Her former best friend. Rival packs. And the killers who murdered her parents. Now Sage must decide: Is the ruthless Alpha worth the fight? Can this fake bond become something real? And will she rise as the Luna Queen she was born to be—or be destroyed by the wolves at her door?

“It’s still her.” Three words. That was all it took for the carefully constructed world of my last five years to shatter into dust at my feet. Zane didn’t even have the decency to look away as he said it. For twenty years, I had been the third wheel. The reliable shadow to Jovienne’s brilliant sun. I had buried my own feelings for Zane so deep I almost forgot they existed, only daring to dig them up and confess them after Jovi had left the country and broken his heart. We built a life. A marriage. I truly believed, in my foolish, hopeful heart, that it was my happy ending. Now Jovienne was back, and the illusion was gone. The love of my life saw me only as a consolation prize. As my world collapses, the last person I expect comfort from is her husband—a man as cold and polished as he is powerful. Vance sees the same betrayal in my eyes that he sees in his wife's. Leaning in, his voice a dangerous whisper, he proposed the unthinkable: "They are living in the past. Let's be each other's revenge. What do you say, Nerissa?" I should avoid at all costs. It was a game that could burn our broken worlds to the ground. But as I looked into his eyes and saw the same raw, humiliating betrayal reflected back at me, the answer poised on my lips wasn't "no." It was a terrifying, thrilling question. “What,” I whispered, my voice steadier than I felt, “did you have in mind?”