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Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 23340 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)

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He threw his innocent wife out of his house when she was five months pregnant.
Sicilian billionaire Marcello Bastianelli loved his shy young wife more than anything in the world.

But everything changed when he was given proof that Chisa had betrayed him to his enemies.
He never asked if it was true.
He simply had his pregnant wife driven out of his gates before dawn.
For the past eight years, Chisa has lived in a beautiful home, with more money than she could ever spend, and a seven-year-old daughter who adores her father.
There is only one thing Chisa is forbidden to have.
Her husband.
Every month, she watches from a distance as Marcello comes for their daughter.
He won’t speak to Chisa.
Won’t look at her.
And he has no idea the wife he banished was innocent.

Note: This is a fast-paced, angsty, page-turning billionaire romance. Marriage in crisis, wrongly accused wife, banished while pregnant, forced proximity, no other woman ever. HEA guaranteed

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Prologue

Marcello

THE OLD MAN HAD BEEN standing in the doorway of the study for a full minute before he could make himself come in, and that was how Marcello knew it was bad.

“Get to the point, Curzio.”

“Do you want to sit down first?”

“Do I look like I want to sit down?”

Curzio had taught this boy to drive. He’d taught him to shoot, to shave, to keep his face still while other men lost theirs—and now he had to stand on the good carpet in a house he’d known for thirty years and take that face apart with eleven pages.

He wished, not for the first time that night, that he had the power to change the bad to good. But as people in their world knew from an early age, that was impossible. Life often seemed like an endless series of bads, worse, and not-so-bads.

And what he was about to say, well...

“It’s about your wife,” he said heavily.

This was something Curzio would classify as painfully worse, as evinced by how Marcello had whitened at the mention of his wife.

The second-born Bastianelli heir stood at the window with his back to the room while the rain came off the lake, and the desk lamp threw his shadow up the wall until it covered the whole of it. Six foot four, the characteristic broad shoulders that the men in his family were known for, and an air of violence that could never be washed away, even though it had been years since they were involved in any feud.

Curzio had watched grown men—dangerous men, men who’d done unspeakable things for a living—come into this room and start talking faster than they’d meant to, all because a Bastianelli was present.

“What about her?” Marcello asked finally.

“She’s been talking to Sabatino’s people.” Curzio turned his hat over in his hands, over and over. “I don’t want to be the one saying this to you...”

“Then don’t. Show me instead.”

And so the folder went down on the desk between them. Eleven pages and a paper clip, against four years of hauling this family out of the business one contract at a time, and Curzio hated every one of those pages personally.

“The route,” he went on doggedly. “Not the street. The route itself, the way we ran the Burgess paper in November. Four people knew it, and that includes...”

“My wife was asleep in the car. You remember that?”

“Sì,” Curzio agreed wretchedly. “I remember. But is that proof enough?”

The second page was worse, and they both knew it. A phone number that had no business existing in this city, dialled from the landline in the front hall at three and four in the morning—and there was exactly one person in this house awake at three in the morning. The whole staff had heard her on those stairs, five months along but unable to lie down for more than an hour at a stretch.

The last pages were photographs. A restaurant downtown, the good corner table, a man called Nuñez sitting across from Marcello’s wife with his hand out for the check like a gentleman.

In this photo, it was the girl’s face that mattered, and Curzio could see, just by the way Marcello’s jaw had clenched—the boy knew it, too.

This was not how it should be, Curzio thought painfully. Marcello’s wife was dear to him, too. He would have sworn, would have staked his life that she wouldn’t be able to do something like this. Ever!

And yet...

Marcello knew he was staring too long at his wife’s face. But even though this was just a photo of her, Chisa’s features were such that her face...

It was the kind that made men stupid, even men who were supposedly tough and smart like him.

Her features were soft in a way that he had once thought was no longer possible for modern women. Her brown eyes innocent in a way that made her look helpless while making Marcello feel helpless. When they had first met, her eyes had been swimming with unshed tears, and her fingers shaking as she tied a silk ribbon around the box. And her voice, it had been shaking just as bad as she finally handed him the bracelet she had gift-wrapped with care.

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Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23950 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)

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He’s the mafia heir, ruthless and cold.
His best friend is loyal to him, but wants me too.
I was promised to one of them… but claimed by both.

New standalone stories by your favorite best-selling steamy romance authors, Hope Ford, Olivia T. Turner, and Michele Mills.

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CHAPTER 1

AUDREY

I walk into Bennett Kingston’s office, and I’m trying to keep my cool, but I can feel myself losing it. “Hey! You! We need to talk.”

Bennett Kingston, who is always in control, slowly stands up from his desk and smiles at me as if he doesn’t have a care in the world. “Audrey… it’s good to see you.”

I shake my finger at him. “Nope. None of that. I don’t want to hear any of that Mafia charm⁠—”

His eyebrows lift. “Mafia charm?”

I go to my tiptoes and poke a polished fingernail into his big, brawny chest. “Yes, Mafia charm. And wipe that smug smile off your face. What are you doing?”

He just smiles at me as if he’s enjoying every second of this. The man is sex on legs, and every encounter I’ve had with him, I’ve had to calm my racing thoughts. “Well, I’m working, but I do appreciate the distraction.”

There’s a sound behind me, and I turn to look. Knox, Bennett’s right-hand man, comes walking into the office. He’s smiling too. He’s just as broad as Bennett. They are both insanely handsome, and I try not to react when he crosses his thick arms over his massive chest and leans against the wall. He acts as if he has all the time in the world and is just enjoying the show. I glare at him and then look back at Bennett. “Call off your goons.”

Bennett frowns in confusion. “Goons? What goons?”

I put my hands on my hips. “The goons that you have following me everywhere.”

He doesn’t say anything, and I stomp a foot in frustration. “I’m not kidding, Bennett. I’m already paranoid because my dad is having me tailed, and now you are too.” I put my hand up and hold my thumb and index finger just an inch apart. “I’m this close to just finding a hole, digging in, and staying there.”

I’m too close to him. As soon as I get done with my tirade, I realize it. I’m not sure what it is with Bennett Kingston or his friend Knox, but any time I’m anywhere near them, I go a little nuts. I take a giant step back, and I’m sure if I was on the outside watching, it would be hilarious to see. No, it wasn’t just a tiny step; it was a big, exaggerated one.

And he doesn’t like it.

He frowns and steps toward me. “What do you mean your dad has people tailing you?”

I roll my eyes. “Really?” I point a thumb to my chest. “I know everything there is to know about what my family does, has done, or plans to do, and I left to live in their rival’s territory. Do you think he’s just going to let that go?”

Bennett’s jaw tightens, and even though he doesn’t say a word, I know what he’s thinking. He’s trying to figure out how he’s going to end Victor Sterling. And even though it’s my father, I understand the sentiment. My father is a bad man.

I’m not sure what I was thinking. As if I could leave one of the biggest Mafia families in the South and just live my life? That obviously is not going to happen. If it wasn’t for my brother Grant, I would have moved far away from here, but here I am, standing in Kingston territory begging for a little bit of space.

Bennett looks at Knox. “Can you get John and Tony in here please?”

Knox looks me up and down, and I feel the heat from his gaze all the way across the room. He nods at Bennett. “I’ll be right back.”

I glare back at Bennett. “I don’t know what this game is, but I don’t want to play it. I’ve told you everything about my father and what his plans are. You don’t need to keep tailing me.”

Bennett just stares back at me, and I can feel my face heat. Under different circumstances, I would probably fall for this man. He’s handsome in a way that makes me wet just looking at him. I shift my thighs together and have to look away.

Mere seconds pass, and Knox comes back in with two men trailing behind him. Bennett points to them. “Are these men the ones following you?”

I glare at them. “Yeah, that’s two of them.”

One of them speaks up. “The other two are working for the Sterlings.” He looks at me. “Or I guess I should say working for Victor.”

I close my eyes for two seconds just to get my thoughts together. “Bennett, please, I told you I’d come to you if I have anything else, and I will. I want my father taken down just as much as you do, if not more. My baby brother…” I stop myself because talking about my brother makes me emotional. “Anyway, I will tell you. I promise.”

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Falling for the Enemy (The Hawthorne Brothers #2) Read Online Lydia Michaels http://www.booksnovels.com/falling-for-the-enemy-the-hawthorne-brothers-2-read-online-lydia-michaels Sat, 10 Oct 2026 20:15:26 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/falling-for-the-enemy-the-hawthorne-brothers-2-read-online-lydia-michaels Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary Authors: Lydia Michaels Series: The Hawthorne Brothers Series by Lydia Michaels
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Total pages in book: 125
Estimated words: 120631 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 603(@200wpm)___ 483(@250wpm)___ 402(@300wpm)

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A laugh-out-loud, enemies-to-lovers romcom from bestselling and award-winning author Lydia Michaels!

Soren Hawthorne is arrogant, brooding, and used to getting everything he wants—including ruthless control of his family's empire. The last thing this grumpy alpha billionaire needs is any lip from Jocelyn Collins, the sharp-tongued, beautiful, chaotic, Viking smut author with an evil chihuahua that hates his guts.

Jocelyn has spent her whole life being too much. Too loud, too messy, too wild for a small-town that likes its love stories neat and tidy. She writes happily-ever-afters for a living but never believed she'd get one of her own. Especially not with the infuriating, insufferable, impossibly gorgeous man she's been at war with since the third grade.

But twenty years of slow-burn tension has to break somewhere. And once Soren realizes the woman he wants has been right there all along, his possessive nature kicks.

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CHAPTER 1

“I DON’T GIVE A DAMN ‘BOUT MY BAD REPUTATION”

“Will there be anything else, sir?”

Soren Hawthorne barely glanced at the well-dressed waiter as he discreetly nudged his black card forward with the bill. “That’s all. Thank you.” He folded his hands, attention returning to Olivia. “You were saying.”

His date grinned, the aligned, camera-ready smile of a woman who spent her life being photographed at charity galas. Blonde waves cascaded past her narrow shoulders. Her heritage green dress accentuated years of disciplined self-maintenance, and she wore it as if it were a uniform.

“I was saying, how nice the new renovations turned out on the Vineyard house.”

“Mm.” Soren nodded, tipping back the watered-down remnants of his old-fashioned. He set the rocks glass at the edge of the table and signaled a passing waitress for a refill.

He pictured the Aldrich estate as he remembered it from his childhood visits. Like all memories set before his mother’s passing, the sound attached to those recollections mostly faded to faint echoes, dull watercolor glimpses washed out by time.

For a split second, despite the cool autumn night, he could smell the clean, cut grass and hear children’s laughter in the distance. The muscles around his mouth subtly lifted at the youthful visions of him and his brothers running barefoot across a pristine lawn in Bonpoint linen shirts and seersucker shorts.

The faint sound of his mother’s laughter ghosted through the restaurant, haunting and far away where only he could hear. Memories from his childhood now wore a vintage haze as if distorted by heavy film grain. Every time he thought of her, it got harder to determine if he was really remembering the real woman or an amalgam of softness his brain had collected over time.

“Is the property from your mother’s side or your father’s?” he asked, mentally sliding the delicate memory to the back of his mind for safekeeping.

The pleasant scent of woodsmoke drifted from the copper hearth and settled into the low beams of Salt & Ember, warming the dining room against the cool September breeze slipping past the windows, which would close in another week when the weather fully shifted. The waitress seamlessly retrieved his glass and replaced it with a refill as she returned his card.

Olivia’s gaze noted the byplay without comment, the expectation that he would treat her as sure as her understanding that the sun would rise again. “The estate was originally purchased by Daddy’s great-great-grandmother. She was heiress to the Aldrich shipping fortune, back when half of Newport was practically a family affair.”

Soren was well acquainted with ‘Daddy’ and his portfolio. Olivia’s father had maintained a seat on the Hawthorne board for more than three decades. However, his age was starting to show, and since Soren’s father, Magnus Hawthorne, had passed, leaving the multi-billion-dollar company to Soren and his two brothers, some of the board members were dragging their feet about the new direction he was trying to take the company.

Warren Aldrich made it crystal clear Soren would have his vote on one stipulation. He wanted an exclusive contract between Aldrich Shipping and Hawthorne Fishery. It wasn’t a deal Soren was opposed to making. There were plenty of sharks out there in the shipping industry, but landing a solid contract with Aldrich Shipping was akin to harpooning the killer whale in sea transport. Aligning their companies would deliver multi-billion-dollar benefits to both families and fast-track Hawthorne Fishery into a world of new opportunities.

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Fifth Avenue Flirt (The Manhattan Billionaires #2) Read Online Louise Bay http://www.booksnovels.com/fifth-avenue-flirt-the-manhattan-billionaires-2-read-online-louise-bay Sat, 10 Oct 2026 20:15:19 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/fifth-avenue-flirt-the-manhattan-billionaires-2-read-online-louise-bay Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary Authors: Louise Bay Series: The Manhattan Billionaires Series by Louise Bay
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Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 97151 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 486(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)

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One week. No falling in love. Then he'll get me what I want.

Everyone in New York loves Ben East.

He's charming. Connected. Infuriatingly handsome. The kind of man who can fix almost any problem with a phone call and a smile.

I don't trust him for a second.

Sleeping with him, however?

That turns out to be an entirely different matter.

Our one night together is supposed to be exactly that. One night. No expectations, no complications—and definitely no repeat performance.

Then the deal for my dream hotel falls apart.

I've spent my whole life as the baby of my family, the one everyone protects. This hotel is my chance to prove—to them and to myself—that I can build something on my own.

And Ben is the one man who can help me get it.

Except he refuses.

He doesn't mix business with pleasure. And according to Ben, spending any more time together would be a terrible idea anyway, because I'd inevitably fall in love with him.

Obviously, I have to prove him wrong.

So we make a deal.

Seven days living together. No sex. No kissing. No falling in love.

If I make it through the week, he'll help me get my hotel.

There's just one thing neither of us planned for.

Somewhere between whispered secrets in Grand Central, burnt cookies at midnight and a rainy Sunday spent in bed, I stop seeing the man everyone loves—and start seeing the man underneath.

The one who takes care of everyone but himself.

The one who makes me laugh.

The one who is becoming dangerously difficult to imagine walking away from.

I went into our bet determined to prove I didn't need anyone.

But maybe falling in love isn't about needing someone to save you.

Maybe it's about finding the person you'd give up everything to choose

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ONE

Ben

When I get asked how I became one of the most powerful players in New York City, I always give the same answer—I know a lot of people, and I like introducing them to each other.

It makes my success seem accidental, and it’s anything but. I’ve learned that it’s good to be underestimated. It’s difficult to do these days, as my reputation often precedes me. But still, I like to downplay my success. I’m British, after all.

The truth is, I’m a flirt. A professional flirt.

The most important part of putting deals together, fixing problems, making introductions is that everyone feels comfortable. People trust you when they feel comfortable. They say yes more easily when they think you’re on their side. By flirting, I’m communicating that I like them. I admire them. I find them attractive.

People enjoy being flirted with, flattered, complimented—men or women, straight or gay. It’s part of my MO. The key is to make it authentic. In my experience, there’s something to like, admire, and find attractive in most people. I just find that thing and reflect it back at whoever I’m talking to. Defenses fall, weapons are relinquished. People relax.

So the real reason I’ve become successful is that first, I know what I want. Second, I’m good at figuring out who people are and what they want. And finally, I get people what they want by getting them to like and trust me.

That’s all it takes.

Most parties I go to, I have a list of people I want to talk to and another list of things I want to achieve by the end of the evening. Of course, no one knows that I have an agenda for every social occasion I attend. I’m smarter than to let it show.

But tonight there’s no agenda. Tonight, I’m celebrating with my only real friend. I’ve known Deacon since we went to university in England together. We’ve grown up together. I never thought I’d see the day when I would be at his engagement party, but I’m happy for him. I really am. Tonight’s dinner is purely social.

It doesn’t mean that I won’t be networking. Flirting. I’ll still be making sure I know who everyone in the room is, and I’ll make sure I’ve made a connection with each of them. Deacon is a successful guy, and there are some important people on tonight’s guest list, but I’m not on the clock.

As I scan the room, I see a few familiar faces and a few interesting people I didn’t expect to be here. I didn’t know that Deacon knew Ryder Westbury. I certainly didn’t know they were close enough for the man to be at this small celebration of Deacon and Aurora’s engagement. I’ll definitely need to investigate that connection. I head to the bar to get a drink and spot Deacon on the way, surrounded by gorgeous women—including Aurora.

“I feel like I’m missing out,” I say, as I join Deacon, glancing around. “Don’t be keeping all the beautiful women to yourself. You’re a taken man, Deacon.” This might be a social occasion but flirting is like breathing to me. I can’t just stop.

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Hale Bound (Mississippi Smoke #11) Read Online Abbi Glines http://www.booksnovels.com/hale-bound-mississippi-smoke-11-read-online-abbi-glines Sat, 10 Oct 2026 20:15:14 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/hale-bound-mississippi-smoke-11-read-online-abbi-glines Genre: Alpha Male, Bad Boy, Billionaire, Mafia, Suspense Authors: Abbi Glines Series: Mississippi Smoke Series by Abbi Glines
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Total pages in book: 73
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Bay
My life was predictable and safe. Everything I had I’d fought for alone. I was proud of what I’d survived and did all I could to give back. But that was all snatched from me in the blink of an eye. One mistake and I was taken.

Hale
No one undermines us and gets away with it. The family always finds out and lives are ended. My job had been simple. Track the rat and find out who he was working for. Somehow that had led to her. The pale, raven haired, beauty whose life on the outside appeared boring. But she had secrets and they made her a target. Our target

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Hale Carver

Taking a puff from the Cohiba I’d just lit before Linc Shephard—the head of the Mississippi branch of the Southern Mafia—showed up, unannounced, in my office, I studied him. He looked ready to put a bullet in a man, but then he scowled like that often, so it might just be the fact that it was fucking one hundred degrees outside.

“Don’t figure this is a random visit,” I drawled, motioning for him to take a seat across from me on the leather sofa. “I was bored anyway.”

Linc took the worn cowboy hat off his head and tossed it on the leather before sitting down beside it. “There’s a dead fucker still walking,” he snarled.

I took the cigar from between my teeth and held it. “I got more of these. Want one?”

He paused, and for a moment, I thought he might cave, but he sighed and shook his head. Since he’d found out he had a little girl and moved her and her momma into his house, he’d not smoked. Trying to lessen his chances at an early death or some shit.

“Suit yourself,” I replied before placing mine back between my teeth.

“McKenzie is building a case against us,” he spat angrily.

“Vilmer?” I asked, thinking, surely, I hadn’t heard him right.

His expression, however, said I had.

“We put that fucker in office,” I raged in disbelief. The piece of shit wouldn’t be in DC if it wasn’t for us. “How did we find this out?”

“Bane put a tracker on him and bugged his flat in DC, along with his office. Just to keep tabs on things. He just brought me the evidence this morning, but Vilmer’s not doing this for his purposes. He’s doing it for someone else. That’s what we need to find out. He’s being very careful when he speaks to them on the phone. We need to get a tracer put on his cell. That’s being handled.” He said the last part through gritted teeth. “But we can’t sit and wait. Whoever he’s working for needs to be fucking scared. We move now. Which is why I’m here.”

He didn’t have to elaborate. I already knew.

“You want me to go to DC,” I finished.

He nodded. “Figured you’d want to see Opal anyway. Include her in this.”

My only daughter lived in DC and handled covering up things for us internally in the government.

“Yeah, it’s been two months since I laid eyes on her. Wouldn’t mind getting out there for a bit to spend some time with her.”

Linc leaned forward, resting his elbows on his bent knees as his brows lowered with a severe expression. “We don’t want them dead. Yet. We want them alive and brought in for questioning.”

I nodded. “I don’t like getting my hands dirty anyway. Too old for that shit.”

A sadistic chuckle came from Linc. “Sure you are.”

The corner of my lips quirked. I’d just sliced a fucker’s thumb off last week, but he’d deserved it. He’d stolen three fucking bottles of my best whiskey from our distillery.

Two

Bay Fox

This was the one part of my job that I loathed.

Boarding. It was never smooth, and there was always one or more headaches waiting to latch on to me. Mostly due to humans. Annoying ones. Who did not listen when told exactly what to do.

But other than that, I endured just fine. Was this the profession I’d worked so hard to get a degree in? No. But it kept me fed, off the streets, and living comfortably. The four years I had spent making the dean’s list and living off caffeine because I also worked full-time as a server at an all-night diner had been for nothing. I’d never be able to go back to the life I had almost killed myself for.

The familiar taste of bitterness began to stir inside me, and I shoved it down. Refusing to let it bait me. That was all behind me. I’d moved on, figured it out, and here I was. A senior cabin flight attendant with American Silver Airways after only four years, and for the most part, I was living a good life. I hated people the majority of the time, but they didn’t know it. Winning.

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Silas (Obsessed Alpha #15) Read Online C.M. Steele http://www.booksnovels.com/silas-obsessed-alpha-15-read-online-c-m-steele Sat, 10 Oct 2026 20:14:44 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/silas-obsessed-alpha-15-read-online-c-m-steele Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Insta-Love, Mafia, Virgin Authors: C.M. Steele Series: Obsessed Alpha Series by C.M. Steele
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A chance encounter at a gala sent these two strangers into each other’s arms—literally.

Silas hated fake people and their parties, but business required his presence. Nothing at the event could hold his interest until she landed roughly against his chest. Silas’s breath caught in his throat as he stared at the woman he held in his arms.
Yelena was running from another disastrous encounter with a stranger when she hit a hard body. Ashamed and frightened, she needed to get away before the creep who cornered her would find her. Still, for a brief second, the new stranger had pushed away the fear as he held her in his grasp.

With one touch, Silas was hooked, willing to do anything to marry Yelena, including making a deal with the devil

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Chapter One

Silas

I hated events like this. Galas for the rich, looking to offer their daughter or make a business deal. Hell, maybe a combination of the two. I wouldn’t have been here if my father hadn’t broken his leg doing some dumb shit. Now he was home with my mom, and I was here pretending to give a shit about any of these people. “Mr. Harrison, it’s so good to see you.” The older man approached me with predatory intent in his eyes. Santos Christiano was one of the many men trying to get me to marry his daughter.

“I’m sure it’s a pleasure to see me,” I answered, boredom clear in my voice.

“I expected your father to be here tonight. I’m sorry that he’s hurt.”

“Yes, well, hopefully he will be back to attending these events soon.” I sipped my whiskey while he studied my face.

“I see that you didn’t bring a date tonight.” There it was. I knew he had a daughter or two.

“I never do.” The ridiculous game had begun.

“Have you met my Carmella?”

I didn’t care if she was his newest woman or his daughter. “I haven’t, and I don’t plan to, but thank you.”

“Don’t be so quick to dismiss her. You know our families would be united, and a union would be beneficial to both of us.” I had to end any of his ideas before he continued, so I snapped at him.

“When and if I ever marry, it’s not going to be a business deal. Now, excuse me.”

I walked away from him in a hurry, so much so that I didn’t see the woman before I nearly sent her to the ground. The collision was immediate and powerful. My arms instinctively wrapped around her slender frame. Her chest slammed against mine; she gasped from the impact, and the tiny sound sent pleasure straight to my dick. I knew I fucked up.

Our eyes met in shock before flicking to something dangerous—lust. I didn’t want to let her go. “I’m so sorry,” she apologized. She didn’t need to say sorry to me. For the first time in my life, I felt something that wasn’t just annoyance from a scheming woman. “It’s my fault for running into you.” Her fingers gripped my biceps as she tried to get herself steady again.

“No, the fault is mine,” I insisted. “What’s your name? Who are you here with?”

“Excuse me, I have to go.” Her lips were parted and her eyes darted around. She looked back as if afraid someone was after her.

“I’ve got you; no one’s going to hurt you.” She pushed out of my arms, and a rush of coldness slipped between us.

“Mr. Harrison,” someone called out. I turned my head, and there stood my assistant. I’d been distracted long enough for the woman to take off.

“What the hell are you doing here?” I barked. She was never invited to these things because people would get the wrong impression, and so would she.

“Your father sent me to make sure you weren’t coerced into anything you didn’t want.”

“I don’t have time for this right now. Excuse me.” I sped past her and began hunting for my future bride. By the time I reached the ballroom, my mysterious woman in a silky gray dress was gone.

“Where are you running off to?” Santos said, cuffing my bicep.

“Do you know that woman who just went that way?” I asked him, pointing toward the direction where she fled.

“No, I don’t recognize her.” I sighed, hoping he knew who she was with. “Harrison, this is my daughter I mentioned earlier.” I only glanced at her long enough to be polite, but without an ounce of interest in my gaze.

I gave him a simple nod and excused myself. “Sorry, I need to go.”

For two hours I walked around, mindlessly chatting about nothing whilst my eyes roamed the hall. Word would spread like wildfire, and the gossips would attack in full force if I asked too many questions. I was a valuable commodity to these people, and I didn’t trust they wouldn’t sabotage my plans for the mysterious woman, so I kept the questions to myself.

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He married me to save my life. Now that I’m safe, I’m setting him free.

Eighteen months ago, my stepfather sold me to pay his gambling debts.
And the only man who could rescue me from the horrible clutches of a fiancé I never wanted?
Ruel Caristia.
He’s tall, dark, and terrifyingly beautiful.
A billionaire with blood ties to the mafia.
When he told me the only way out of that country was to marry him, I knew I had no choice but to believe him.
I took my chances, and in return…
My brooding and mysterious husband gave me a safe home and nights I’ll never forget.
The only thing he never gave me is his heart, and that’s why…
On the day I knew I was finally safe…
I knew it was also time to let go of the most honorable man I’ve ever known.
I ask for a divorce.
And my husband doesn’t even try to stop me

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Part One

Chapter 1

Not A Meet Cute

Ican see it now.

My name will be on everyone's lips. And it's because I'm the girl whose death led to a Netflix documentary.

Karyna Francisco: The Girl Who Kept Hoping Her Stepfather Wasn't Evil. And Paid the Price for Her Stupidity with Her Life.

…

Okay, I know I probably could've worded that better.

Or maybe not.

I've never been gifted with words. My earliest memories of Mom were of her shouting 'shut up', and when she and my stepfather married, Joel also started shouting something similar.

Instead of simply asking me to shut up, he was more…descriptive. He yelled at me to 'shut the fuck up'.

But anyway.

Netflix probably wouldn't give me the time of the day with a title that boring (and just plain uninspired, if we're being honest).

But I honestly don't have time to think of something else because⁠—

Ding.

The elevator doors slide open just as I round the corner, and the first person to step out is Konrad.

Nooooooooooooo!

The people my stepfather has sold me to as payment for his gambling debts are back, and I barely have time to retreat before they see me.

I duck into the side hallway that branches off the corner, and I press myself against the wall so hard I can feel the raised pattern of the wallpaper through my shirt. I don't dare breathe. The carpet is thick under my sneakers, so thick it swallows every sound, but that doesn't stop me from panicking that it didn't swallow mine.

“Watch the elevators," Konrad orders from somewhere past the corner. "And the fire exits."

Like always.

Konrad, the man Joel sold me to, is so paranoid that he never walks into a building without covering every way out of it. I've been stuck in this hotel long enough to know his routine by heart, so I also know what comes next.

Footsteps. His, heavy and impatient, going right past the mouth of my little side hallway without slowing down.

Toward my room.

Nobody's standing guard outside my door, and I know exactly why. They think I'm too meek to run. Too dumb to even try.

And honestly?

Until today, they would've been right.

I was hoping to leave the hotel before they got back, but that's now out of the question, so…

Think, Kar!

Ten months ago, Joel lost his job and started gambling online.

Five months ago, my mother died in a stabbing "accident".

Four months ago, my stepfather said we were losing the house.

Three months ago, he said we should move back to his home country Moskra and start fresh. In hindsight, I realize now that those words were too good to be true, but since I did preface all of this with the admission that I'm not the brightest bulb in the block…

That's how I ended up here: trapped in a foreign country without a single cent to my name, engaged against my will, and about to be taken away by a fiancé who makes Charles Manson look reasonable…if I don't think of something soon.

So please, brain!

The second Konrad's footsteps fade, I peel myself off the wall and go the opposite way, deeper into the side hallway.

I have my hand over my mouth to keep myself from crying out as I try the doors of every hotel room I pass while I walk down the hallway like a headless chicken.

Please work for me like you've never worked before!

But they’re all locked.

Please, please.

But it’s no use. Every knob I try turning might as well be made of stone, unyielding and unmoving between my fingers. It’s only a matter of time before they find me, and then…

And then…

No, no, no!

Don’t give up just yet!

Come on, brain, think!

I was five years old when I watched my first action movie. It was the first of Tom Cruise's Mission Impossible movies, and since then, action flicks became my greatest source of comfort. They were my secret pain reliever when I was emotionally bruised. My go-to for every curve ball life throws my way (which honestly happens so, so often, that if I were the superstitious type, I'd have long believed I was cursed).

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Everyone in my life had already chosen someone else over me.

Jassy was used to being the one nobody chose. Then billionaire Maximo saved her, protected her, and gave her a home when she had nowhere else to go. She knew he didn’t love her. She just never expected him to make her believe he did. And when she finally confessed her love, Maximo broke her heart so cruelly that even Jassy knew it was time to leave.

Kyara wasted three years loving a man who cheated on her…and then blackmailed her when she tried to leave. But Cyrus made one very big mistake. The billionaire boss he threatened to destroy was his own uncle, Lyrius, and Lyrius had been secretly in love with Kyara all along.

Nicole gave her husband twenty years of her life. He repaid her by sleeping with a woman half her age. At forty-two, she thought she had just lost everything. Then her husband’s billionaire boss found her crying…and showed Nicole that the worst night of her marriage might just lead her to the man who would finally love her right

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Chapter One

THERE'S A RIGHT WAY to end a fourteen-hour double, and I'm currently living the other one.

The right way has a bus in it. A couch. And the sad triumphant half of a sandwich I've been thinking about since noon.

The wrong way has two men in it, an alley, and the dawning understanding that the twenty dollars in my pocket is about to become their twenty dollars.

"Hand it over, sweetheart."

A smart girl would know how to pick her battles, but since this smart girl (meaning me, duh) is also broke...

"So, here's the thing—" My shoulder blades find brick. "I'd genuinely love to. But this twenty and I've just been through a lot together, emotionally—"

"Now."

A smarter girl would start screaming here. Then again, a smarter girl wouldn't have taken the wrong way in the first place. She would have known that the shortcut behind the noodle place turns into a shortcut to death after dark. But...whatever.

I can't turn back time, but I can scream.

And so I open my mouth...and only get exactly one syllable out.

Aaaah!

And then one of them is just...gone.

Not gone-gone.

Gone as in a hand closes over the back of his jacket and lifts him out of my personal space the way you'd pick a stray hair off a sweater. The second guy lasts a little longer. But not much.

When it's over, there's a man standing between me and the street, and he's not even out of breath. Whoa.

Two grown men, gone, and my rescuer hasn't even fixed his cuffs, and he's...um...how do I put this?

It's not my first time to see a handsome guy, but this man...is unlike anyone I've seen. He's tall and broad, his suit fits him better than anything has a right to, and his face is the kind that makes me forget that I was almost robbed—

"You're hurt."

—until he says that.

I'm hurt. Or so he says. I should probably focus on that, but my brain isn't working at the moment, with his voice going straight to the backs of my knees, low and even and expensive, the kind of voice that's never once had to ask for anything twice and knows it.

And here's the truly unfair part. It isn't just the face, or the shoulders, or the suit. What makes my heart beat dangerously fast is his calmness. It's not Zen-like, but more like mafia-boss-cool, and no, I'm not in favor of syndicated crime, but you get what I'm saying, right? Right?

So anyway, this rescuer of mine...

He's that kind of cool, with how he took two men apart without mussing his hair, and now he's watching me like violence is something he keeps in a drawer and only takes out when it would be rude not to.

I have met exactly zero men who could do that, and maybe that's why my borrowed heart chooses this exact moment to remind me it's in there.

Slow down, heart!

I need to calm down. It's not good for me to be excited like this. I need a distraction like...oh, right, he did say I was hurt earlier, didn't he?

I check my elbow, and...oh. I see it now. A scrape. But honestly? I've had worse from a spatula.

"I'm fine," I tell him. "This is nothing. You should see the other twenty." I'm not expecting him to laugh at anything, but he doesn't even crack a smile, and his too-handsome face remains stoic. He really should lighten up. Instead of looking at me like I'm a math problem he didn't agree to solve, he should...

"Have dinner with me."

The words are out before I even realize what I'm saying, but there's thankfully no need to blush since all he does is stare at me like he doesn't speak English.

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Billionaire Romance · Surprise Pregnancy · One-Night Stand · Second Chance Love · Protective Alpha Hero · Scandal · Emotional & Sexy

I never meant to fall into bed with a stranger.

But the night I meet Jack Dare in Charleston, I stop thinking—and start wanting.

One look, one drink, one kiss—and I forget the rules I’m forced to live by. For one reckless night, I let myself breathe and allow myself to come undone.

But by morning, I’m gone.

Because if Jack knew who I really was—the ex-fiancée of a powerful man who still controls my life—he’d either walk away… or stay and get destroyed right along with me.

Two months later, I’m standing on his Miami doorstep with secrets. I’m pregnant and running from a man who’s bound to catch up with me.

That’s when I discover the kind of man Jack Dare really is.

He’s the man who fights for me. Who protects me. And refuses to let me go.

A sexy, emotional billionaire romance featuring a one-night stand, surprise pregnancy, second-chance love, a fiercely protective hero, and a love strong enough to stand up to power, scandal, and the past.

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CHAPTER ONE

Jack

I’ve found the perfect space for my next nightclub in downtown Charleston. It’s taken two trips out here. The first was a bust. Then, months later, I got a call from the realtor that the perfect building came up for sale and he’s right. Not that I’ll let the realtor know how interested I am in buying the property.

First thing in the morning, I’ll talk to Tristan and Lucas, my partners and co-owners of the original Midnight in Miami, and tell them about the building, including the repurposed industrial district where it’s located. The vibe is perfect. The guys will have to take a trip to check out the area for themselves, but I know in my gut this is it.

“As you can see, this building is located in the Upper King Street Design District.” Scott, the realtor, gestures with a wave of his hand. “The area hosts urban high-end home furnishing stores, eclectic boutiques and showrooms, along with trendy dining and hotels. And the good news is that if you buy or rent this building, and as I mentioned, both options are available, your club would be right in the center hub of the city.” He studies my impassive expression. “So, what do you think?” he asks.

I think if I get overly excited or let him know I’ve already decided I want the space, he’ll push me to bid higher. “It’s definitely a possibility,” I tell him. He’s shown me three other options, but this building is the optimal site.

“Good.” He nods, seemingly satisfied. “I should warn you, it can be a little difficult to get zoning and permits to open a nightclub here, but it’s worth the hassle to be in such a busy area.”

We’ll have to look into the zoning laws here, but that’s what our lawyers are for. “Thank you. I appreciate your time. I need to talk to my partners. I’ll be in touch.”

I follow him out of the building and we shake hands, then part ways with me promising to call him once I have a definite answer.

The realtor couldn’t meet until six p.m. Now it’s past seven and I’m starving. There are plenty of restaurants to choose from and eating around here will give me a chance to check out the area at night before I go back to my hotel, which isn’t far from here.

I walk around, stopping at a café with an Open Mic Night sign in the window. I walk into the restaurant. It’s dark with paneled walls and an old bar vibe. A man is sitting near a makeshift stage playing an acoustic guitar. A woman stands beside him, singing into a microphone, her voice sultry and raw, her talent obvious.

I pause in front of a sign that says: Seat Yourself.

Glancing around, I realize all the tables are taken, then I see the back of a dark-haired woman who is sitting alone. It’s either I ask her to share her space, wait for a seat to open up, or head out and walk around until I find another place to eat, but I have a feeling all the restaurants will be as crowded as this one.

I stride over and step up to her table, catching a glimpse of her for the first time. Her chin rests on her hand as she watches the duo perform. Straight shoulder-length jet-black hair frames a beautiful face. Her lips are full, and her hazel eyes are rimmed with gold, standing out against her peaches-and-cream complexion. One look and I feel as if I’ve been sucker punched. I’ve met and dated many women, and none have drawn me in with just one look. She does.

“Can I help you?” she asks, her eyebrows raised as she meets my gaze.

I’m caught staring because I find it impossible to look away. “The restaurant is crowded so I was hoping I could join you.” I point to the empty seat at her round table.

“Oh.” She glances from me to the chair and back again.

“I’m actually starving,” I admit, not ashamed to sound a little pathetic if it gets me food and the company of a beautiful woman. “So if you could take pity on me and let me sit down and order, I’d appreciate it.” I treat her to my most charming grin.

She laughs and gestures for me to take a seat, which I do.

“I’m Jack,” I say.

“Taylor. Nice to meet you, Jack.”

We spend a few minutes in comfortable silence watching and listening to the pair up front until they announce a break. Silence takes over where the throaty sounds of the singer had been, just as a server stops by and I order a hamburger, fries, and a Samuel Adams.

“Do you want to refresh your drink?” I ask Taylor, glancing at her tall glass.

She lifts a delicate shoulder. “Sure. Seltzer and a spritz of cranberry juice please,” she says.

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I meet a handsome stranger in a private club in Paris where names are optional and inhibitions strongly discouraged.

One unforgettable night. One spectacularly rude goodbye. There’s no reason our paths should ever cross again until…

I find myself with a temporary nanny job and discover my boss is the same arrogant Frenchman.

Lucien du Beaumont is wealthy, widowed, and deeply infuriating. He has an indecent talent for dirty talk and a smolder that should come with a public health warning. And for some reason he seems to think paying my salary entitles him to the last word.

He’s about to be very disappointed.

He gives orders and I give him hell. Until one argument ends with his mouth on mine and we forget falling out and start making up for lost time instead.

We make an arrangement. A few stolen weeks. No promises. No complications. And absolutely no falling in love. But for a girl who’s spent her life trying to be perfect, being wanted by him begins to feel dangerously close to being enough.

Our summer has an expiry date and our arrangement has rules. And when it’s time to say au revoir, will he give me a reason to stay, or one I’ll never forgive?

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PRIMROSE

“God, I love Paris.” I turn my face to the sky as the sun bids us a lingering goodbye, gold and crimson cresting the roofs of the Gothic buildings around us. “Her beauty, her history, her champagne, her long summer days.”

“Je préfère her long summer nights.” By my side, Sabine gives an impish grin.

Welp, okay, I think, as I tug at the hem of my short skirt, wondering why it appears to have shrunk right out of my comfort zone.

It would appear we’re lost, judging by the way Sabine is hunched over her phone. But I’m not stressing. But that might be the champagne.

I’m here in Paris to spend some time with my bestie, Emmy, who at the last minute ditched me. That’s not strictly true. The family she nannies for refused to let her leave when her replacement didn’t show up. So enter Sabine, my sister’s friend, with a timely invitation to a super exclusive party tonight. And I thought, why the heck not?

“Do you have a boyfriend?” Sabine slides her phone into her purse, then slips her arm though mine as we begin to walk again. “A lover, perhaps?”

“Er, no.” I give a nervous laugh. I don’t know Sabine well enough to have those kinds of conversations. “Sadly, my last boyfriend suffered a terrible fall.”

“Mon dieu!” Her grip tightens on my arm. “Did he…?”

“Die?” I shake my head. “Which is a shame really. His fall was broken by his co-worker’s vagina.”

“Oh, you are very bad!” she exclaims with a laugh.

“That’s exactly what he said, right before I stabbed him in the head.”

“Another joke, I think.”

“I did consider it.” And I still imagine it from time to time, not that anyone would believe it from a nice girl like me. “But you can’t be a doctor and a murderer, sadly.” At least, not officially.

“I cannot believe Lavender’s little sister is a doctor.”

I ignore the admiration in her tone and the usual prickle of discomfort that comes with any kind of praise. “All I need to do now is complete another nine years of on-the-job training to consultant level.”

Sabine’s expression twists. I mean, I get it. It’s a lot to put yourself through but I can’t wait to hit the wards next month, even if all I seem to have done lately is work and study, study and work. Which is why I’m in Paris to let loose a little.

“Then perhaps we will find you a body to practice on.”

I give a nervous laugh.

“Maybe a body belonging to someone tall, dark, and ’andsome.”

“And older.” We move closer on the pavement to allow a couple coming the other way to pass.

“You like an older man, huh?”

“Particularly the over seventy-fives.”

Sabine’s lip curls, and I try not to laugh. “Primrose, no…”

“Yes, really.” I give in to a belly laugh. “I’m an elderly care doctor. Oldies are totally my jam!” It could be because I’m a big fan of tweed pants and cardigans. Or because we’re on the same wavelength.

“Lavender did not tell me her sister liked to joke.”

“Probably because she doesn’t think I’m funny.” By Sabine’s expression, neither does she.

“D’accord! Tonight we will find you a French man. An older but not old Frenchman.”

“We’ll see. Where is this party supposed to be anyway?” It seems like we’ve been walking an age. Blood simmers in my veins like champagne bubbles. I’ve almost forgotten what it feels like to go out.

“Here, I think.” She looks up at the ornate wooden door set into a high stucco wall. “Yes, here.”

“Isn’t this, like, a residential area?” My gaze slides to the row of swanky Hausman buildings flanking the other side of the street. We’ve passed by designer boutiques, foreign embassies, and by-appointment-only jewelry stores. And houses. Big, fancy ones behind high walls.

“Oui. It is the 7th Arrondissement.”

“I thought we were going to a club.” I frown at the heavy, unfriendly-looking door. I can’t hear any music, just the noise of cars whizzing by.

“It is more, how you say, a private event.” Sabine raises her fist.

“What makes you think they’re going to let us in?” My stomach twists uncomfortably. “Do we even have invitations?”

“It is not that kind of party.” She slides a sultry glance my way.

“Really?” Because this address seems to be the heavy cardstock, velvet ribbon, wax-sealed, and hand-delivered invitation kind of place. “It’s not an illegal rave, is it?” I demand as the thought hits. You read about this kind of stuff, people returning from vacation to find their homes ruined. I can’t be involved in that kind of thing!

“Non! This is a very exclusive event and we ’ave invitations from Jay.”

Jay is Sabine’s current crush, judging by the way she’s gone on and on and on about him and his music all night. Which is, apparently, a whole vibe.

This time when she lifts her fist, she thumps the wooden door hard. The echo of her knock seems to vibrate inside me. Or maybe that’s just my anxiety.

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