Phyllis Williams

Blurb “It's either one of them, you become my wife or we meet in court for custody.” Damon said, a smirk on his face knowing he'd put me in a tight spot. "You can't possibly expect me to give you an answer now.” "You have three minutes.” "I'll marry you.” I decided after a not so thorough thought. ***** After a drunken one night stand that led to the birth of their son, Ellie tried her best to keep that information from him, not wanting to be reminded of the events of that day which led to her getting drunk in the first place. She also didn't want to face the father of her son as his reputation preceded him. But as the years went on and returning to the place where it all started became inevitable, Ellie was left with no choice but to confess to Damon. But things didn't go as planned as Damon himself was in a situation where he needed to be married and fast and she was the perfect target since she wouldn't want to leave her son behind. Left with no choice, she decided to marry him with the hope that it was only for public eyes. What she didn't know was that Damon didn't have any plans of letting her go.

[Urgently Need Breastmilk. Compensation Negotiable.] Eileen Sharp used to be a straight-A student with a bright future until she met her ex-boyfriend and became pregnant. Now a single mother, Eileen needed a second job to make ends meet. Eileen laughed. This was either a joke or a forty-year-old man with a weird kink. She wanted to scroll away, but she had bags of breastmilk in the fridge, and money was tight. Did it matter what the old man did with it, anyway? She risked getting kidnapped. The moment she saw him, she was dazzled. . Billionaire Dominic Presley was engaged to Hollywood’s sweetheart. He had all the money in the world, but it couldn’t buy his infant son formula he could keep down. His fiancé would rather die than breastfeed, choosing to go on a trip instead of staying with their son. Dominic needed a miracle. It was a sweet angel with bags of breastmilk in her arms. The attraction was instant. Can Dominic ignore his growing attraction to Eileen to save his engagement? This woman would save his son, but she was the forbidden fruit he couldn’t refuse. This wouldn’t end well, he knew. Eileen knew her time with him was short. She was her boss. She hated herself for lusting after a taken man. But she hated herself more for wishing the crying little boy was her own. She loved him at first sight, more than his gorgeous father. And she wished she would never part. Can she leave when the time comes? Or will she steal the family she dreams of?

Emily Hart just landed the dream job: personal secretary to the sinfully rich, dangerously fine CEO of Steele Empire. Naturally, she celebrated the only way she knew how—club lights, thumping beats, a killer dress, and shots flowing until reality blurred and pleasure took the wheel. Then he happened. Dominic Steele. Billionaire boss. Ruthless in the boardroom. Untamed in the bedroom. He saw her—hips swaying, lips smirking, black dress clinging like a second skin—and didn't ask for a name. He just took. One night. One filthy, breathless, back-arching night. No promises. No names. Just raw heat and moans that echoed past midnight. Monday morning changed everything. The man who had made her beg without words now stood behind a glass desk in a tailored suit. She was his new secretary, unable to meet his gaze without remembering how he'd made her scream. She thought he was cocky as hell. He thought she was the sweetest kind of chaos. Then came the unexpected. A missed period. Suddenly, it was no longer just business. It was Daddy, please...

Taylor's marriage to her billionaire husband, Xander Watson falls into pieces when she couldn't take his negligence towards her anymore. A messy divorce and a trip to Cuba, only to find out she was pregnant—With Twins. Find out what happens in this exhilarating novel *** ‘What is the meaning of this Taylor?' He grunted under his breath. It hurt. The way he no longer called her ,‘Love' or ‘Babe' or even ‘Sweetheart', just plain old Taylor, ‘I want a divorce'. She demanded. ‘What?!'. ‘I want a divorce Xander', she took off her glasses and he was taken aback by how puffy looking they were, ‘I don't want—' ‘Have you been crying?'. He cut her off. Unbelievable, she scoffed loudly, ‘Of course I have been crying Xander but why do you care anyway? you're too stuck up in your work to care about my d*mn feelings!!'.

I died with blood pooling and betrayal. My fiancé never loved me—he only wanted. My stepsister never saw me as family. And when I discovered I was carrying his child and tried to expose their affair, they shoved me into a shattered glass table and left me to bleed out alone. But I woke up a year earlier, with my voice miraculously returned and a second chance burning in my chest. This time, I refuse to be the silent, obedient sacrifice they used and discarded. This time, I'll make them pay. And when a ruthless billionaire offers me an impossible deal—a fake marriage to save his crumbling empire, I accept without hesitation. They still see me as that broken, voiceless girl who couldn't fight back. They have no idea I've already won. ---