Nia Tessy

In the classroom, he's her nightmare. At home, he's her stepson. In the dark, he's the only man she can't resist. Dr. Elena Vance is a master of human behavior, but she can't explain the predatory, lustful gaze of Julian Thorne, the only student that gives her a hard time. Julian doesn't take notes. He takes space, watching Elena with a quiet, dangerous hunger that makes her professional composure crumble. When Elena's perfect, billionaire boyfriend, Arthur Thorne, invites her to dinner to meet his "troubled" son, Elena's world shatters. The boy sitting across the table, smirking at her over a glass of wine, is the same boy from her front row. Arthur sees a son who needs a healer. Julian sees an ex-lover from a nameless weekend in Berlin who is now trying to replace his dead mother. Forced into private tutoring to revive Julian's spark, the line between hatred and desire thins until it snaps. But as Elena sinks into a secret, dangerous affair with her future stepson, she realizes the Thorne family is built on a foundation of blood and lies. With a jealous best friend stalking her every move and the ghost of the first Mrs. Thorne looming over the estate, Elena must decide. Is she the teacher, the victim, or the mastermind behind a game she never intended to play?

She opened her arms to hug him, but he halted her, flinging an envelope at her. Amy stopped and looked at him in shock, perceiving a female fragrance from him. Was he really cheating on her? She picked up the envelope and opened it. "Divorce papers? Anderson? Why? We can sort it out..." she said, her voice trembling. "Sort what out? Are you that dumb that you can't see that I have no interest in you?" he questioned, his words piercing her heart like sharp arrows. "I don't love you and I will never love you. Sign those papers and release me from this mistake." ******************************* Amy couldn't wait to break the news of her pregnancy to her husband, Anderson. But before she could do that, he asked for a divorce. She was even more hurt when he brought the lady home and accused Amy of trying to kill his fiancée and her baby. Amy signed the papers and left, heartbroken. But fate had other plans for her. She met Logan, the biggest CEO in the country, and her life took a happy, positive, and romantic turn. Then, Anderson reappeared. Amy never imagined she would reunite with him in such a situation. What would happen if the sparks Amy thought were long dead became reignited?

Zara Morgan has spent most of her whole life in the shadows. Because that's what happens when you're cursed by death. And haunted by a father who was tortured, then killed, for a crime he didn't commit. As far as Zara is concerned, the whole Morgan family is cursed. Forever bound to suffer from the sins of their fathers. But vengeance comes at a cost, especially when the object of fate's hatred is somehow irresistible. Enter Sebastian Knight, a ruthless, cold hearted billionaire, born into privilege but bound by family duty. He's been groomed to shield the Knight empire by any means necessary, and Zara is a threat he can't risk. But beneath the callous façade, there's an undeniable spark between them, one that both Sebastian and Zara know they should ignore. But Sebastian isn't the only one vying for Zara's heart and loyalty. His charismatic rival, Noah Hale, not only views Zara as a beautiful woman but also as the means to finally obtain his revenge against the Knight dynasty. With her heart belonging to one man while her loyalty is steadfast to another, Zara finds herself in a perilous world of passion, deception, and betrayal. Zara wants to seek justice for the trauma of her past, but revenge and love clash with her growing attraction to the one man whose loyalty to his family trumps everything else...even her. Will she sacrifice everything to take down the man she loves or finally find love in her quest for vengeance?

Jake Frederick was a typical weak, poor, live-in son-in-law of the Kent family. His daily life was filled with struggle, pain and humiliation. The members of the Kent family never gave approval for anything he did, no matter how good! When he thought his life would only get more miserable after being thrown out on a stormy night, he woke up in a hospital and realised he was the long lost heir to the Frederick Conglomerate. Now, he was back and ready to make everyone who made his life miserable bow at his feet!

Venom finds his mate in the last place imaginable. Hell's Pit. A place many men enter and never leave alive. A place Venom once enjoyed; the violence and blood thick in the air. Ignorant of the barbaric way of gaining one's freedom. But alas, he has found his mate. An omega at that. One who has to fight for her freedom, for her very life. I don't know who I am. All I know is that I am slave. I've never had an identity until my mate gave me one. Now i am Maya. Mate of Venom, Alpha and Prince of the Black Moon Pack. I finally found home with him. But I am still a slave. Unless I kill every motherfucker entering Hell's Pit. With a little help from Venom's brothers I will be victorious. I must. Not only for my freedom but for my mate too. To finally belong. To finally be something other than omega. Something other than a slave.

To help her husband build his business empire, Veyra worked two jobs, skipped meals, and sacrificed everything she had. When her mother desperately needed life-saving treatment, she couldn't even scrape together the money. Then, on a New Year's Eve flight, fate seated her beside her husband's mistress. That's when she discovered the cruel truth. Her husband had secretly amassed millions long ago. The wedding ring that belonged to Veyra now glittered on another woman's finger. The $500,000 that could have saved her mother's life had been spent instead on luxury gifts and pocket money for his lover. She lost her baby. She lost her mother. And finally, she lost every illusion about the man she'd loved for years. After leaving the airport, Veyra walked into a bar, kissed the most dangerous-looking stranger she could find, and spent one reckless night in his arms. By sunrise, she disappeared without leaving so much as her name. She thought it was nothing more than a farewell to her broken past. She was wrong. The stranger was Dorian-the most powerful, mysterious billionaire in the business world. Meanwhile, her cheating husband finally realized what he had thrown away. He begged on his knees, signed a postnuptial agreement worth billions, and swore he would give up everything if she would come back. But just as Veyra began plotting to reclaim everything that had been stolen from her, a mysterious car accident brought Dorian back into her life. Only then did she learn the truth. He wasn't a stranger at all. He was her ex-husband's older stepbrother. Now two powerful men are fighting for the same woman-one consumed by regret, the other determined to make her his. Sorry, cheating ex... I choose your brother.

One lab error. Two betrayals. And a billionaire who doesn't believe in accidents. Emily Vance thought she was carrying a miracle. After her fiancé, Julian, ended up in a coma following a horrific car crash, she underwent IVF to keep his legacy alive. It was supposed to be her anchor. Instead, a clinical mix-up reveals that the child in her womb isn't Julian's at all. It belongs to Alistair Wolfe, a man whose name is synonymous with ruthless power and a heart made of ice. The nightmare doesn't stop at the doctor's office. When Julian finally wakes up, he doesn't call for Emily. He calls for her stepsister, Chloe, revealing a secret affair that turns Emily's years of loyalty into a joke. Backed into a corner by a family ready to sell her to a predatory debt collector to save their failing business, Emily is left with a devastating choice. Her doctors warn her that this is her last chance at motherhood. To keep her baby and escape her family's reach, she has to make a deal with the wolf at the door. Alistair Wolfe wants his heir. Emily wants protection. No love. No strings. Just a temporary union until the child is born. But as Emily moves into Alistair's world, she quickly learns that playing the wife of a man like Alistair is a high-stakes game where the heart is the first thing you lose.

Amelia sat alone at the City Marriage Bureau, watching the clock tick down to closing time. Fifteen minutes before the doors shut, a phone call shattered her last flicker of hope. Her fiancé, Kayson, wasn't coming. He had abandoned their wedding registration because Kamila-her stepsister-had twisted her ankle. It was his ninth broken promise. When Amelia returned home, there was no comfort. Her biological mother sneered at her humiliation, shielding the stepsister while ordering Amelia to apologize to Kayson. "Who would she marry without Kayson?" her mother mocked. "Let's see how long she survives out there without his money." Meanwhile, Kayson arrogantly dismissed her absence. Finding out she had vanished, he just laughed it off with his assistant. "It's just a tantrum to force my hand," Kayson smirked. "She still can't live without me." After nine years of absolute devotion, she was nothing but a convenient placeholder to the man she loved, and a worthless joke to her own family. The suffocating weight of their betrayal finally snapped something inside her. She packed a single suitcase, threw away nine years of anniversary gifts, and permanently blocked Kayson's number. Standing in the freezing wind, she pulled out her phone and dialed the private number of Kayson's biggest, most ruthless rival. "Mr. Thornton, what you said seven months ago... does the offer to marry me still stand?" Ten minutes later, a sleek black Maybach pulled up to the curb.

To revenge herself on her unfaithful fiancé Kevin, Isidora hides her striking beauty behind a plain disguise, and targets his uncle - the most formidable man Kevin fears. After one reckless night, Isidora leaves cash as payment and says lightly, "You were good last night." She tries to leave quietly, but is pulled into his arms. "You think you can walk away after this?" he says, his tone low and possessive. Cedrick is a feared, untouchable titan on Wall Street - elegant, aloof, and completely uninterested in women. Not even the most beautiful socialites in the city can catch his eye. When gossip spreads that he was seen pressing a woman against a wall and kissing her fiercely, no one believes it. When the rumors name Isidora, the crowd scoffs. He rejects even the most beautiful women, so why would he notice a plain girl like her? All doubt disappears when they see the dignified Cedrick drop to one knee to help Isidora with her shoe, pleading softly for just one kiss. When Kevin finally sees Isidora's true beauty and begs for forgiveness. But Cedrick kicks him out at once, slams a marriage certificate on the table, and says sharply. "Call her Aunt."

For seven years, Rose Bennett was Ryan Knight's secret wife. While all of New York believed Samantha Hikk would become Mrs. Knight, Rose silently endured a cold marriage to a man who never loved her. Until one night, Samantha is rushed into Rose's emergency room pregnant. and Ryan is the one protecting her. That is the night Rose stops loving him. What Ryan never knew was that Rose had already given birth to his daughter years ago after he rejected both mother and child without hesitation. So Rose walks away-with only two suitcases, a hidden daughter, and the shattered remains of seven years. But the woman Ryan abandoned is no ordinary wife. Rose is the hidden genius behind Aetheris Medical AI, the revolutionary system about to change the entire medical world. As Rose rises to the top, becoming untouchable, powerful, and impossible to replace, Ryan finally realizes the devastating truth- He didn't lose a woman who loved him. He lost the only woman he would ever love. And by then, even their daughter no longer calls him father.

She hides behind ugly suits and fake names. He's done trusting women. When they meet in a masked sex club, neither realizes they've been fighting each other across boardroom tables for eighteen months. At Taylor Industries, she's Joy Smith-the frumpy CFO who drowns her curves in shapeless polyester and wearing a wig. At home, she's the forgotten wife of a cheating lawyer who hasn't touched her in so long she's starting to wonder if she's broken. When she finds hot pink lace panties stuffed in her couch cushions...definitely not hers, it's not heartbreak she feels. It's freedom. Grayson Taylor doesn't do relationships anymore. Not after walking in on his actress fiancée with another woman. Now he channels everything into hostile takeovers and board meetings, especially the ones where his overcautious CFO fights him on every goddamn acquisition. Joy Smith is brilliant, infuriating, and funny when he pushes all her buttons. But Honey is tired of being invisible. Tired of never having felt real pleasure. So, when her best friend gives her the details of The Velvet Room-Manhattan's most exclusive masked club-she promises herself just one night. One night to find out if her husband's right, if she really is frigid, or if she's just never been touched by the right hands. She doesn't expect the masked stranger who claims her the second she walks in. Doesn't expect the chemistry that ignites between them, the way he makes her body sing, or the orgasms that leave her shaking. Doesn't expect him to hand her an email address with one command: "Only me. No one else touches you."

They say what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, mine didn't. I came back with a marriage certificate bearing a stranger's name, a ring worth more than my parents' love ever was, and a son whose father I've never seen, never known, never remembered. I went to Vegas for a racing competition. I won. I celebrated. And somewhere between the victory and the sunrise, my life changed forever. For six years, I've lived with the consequences of one reckless night. I built an empire. I raised my son. And I searched for the man who changed my life without even knowing it. Then fate laughed in my face. My sister married my ex-fiancé-the man I was promised to since childhood. The man I was supposed to become Mrs. Windsor for. The man who now wears my family name... and looks far too much like my child. Every time I'm near him, the past presses closer. Every glance feels like a question I'm terrified to ask. I shouldn't notice him. I shouldn't feel anything. He is my sister's husband. But some secrets refuse to stay buried. Because the truth about Vegas isn't just in the ring on my finger or the child in my arms. It's standing right in front of me. And when it finally comes out, it won't just destroy a marriage, it will burn an empire to the ground.

Maddison Huston loses everything in one night; her job, her home, her reputation, and the man she loved. Branded a seductress and cast aside at her ex-lover's wedding, she is left broken, homeless, and humiliated. One drunken night leads to a dangerous encounter with a stranger whose touch she can't forget, only to discover he is Aldric Hawthorne, the ruthless CEO who holds her fate in his hands. ************************************************** "That's how you show appreciation?" he asked quietly. "To someone who saved you from danger? Protected you because you were careless enough to drink yourself unconscious in a bar?" I blinked in confusion. "Protected. me?" "Yes. And you dare accuse me of taking advantage of you? Seriously, Miss Huston?" He stopped in front of me and trailed his eyes from my legs up to my face. I felt cornered, stupid and confused. "No, I remember everything." I tried to keep my voice steady but my shaking breaths betrayed me. "You kissed me, you touched me, you even." I trailed on my last words because I couldn't bring myself to say it. His eyes glinted with something I couldn't read. "You don't seem to have recovered from the alcohol," he said with a smirk on his face, stepping closer while I backed away until my back hit the wall. His arm braced beside my head, and my breath caught as he leaned in, heat radiating from his body like fire contained in a man. "You must be so delusional to have imagined me having sex with you," he murmured, his lips brushing so close to my ear my knees weakened. My breath stuttered. "I didn't imagine-" He lifted my chin to look at him, his mouth hovered on my lips and his hot breaths hitting my face; My heart was beating so fast at the closeness and the look in his eyes, like he was going to devour me. Then his voice dropped into a dark whisper behind my ear. "I don't fuck virgins." My stomach flipped as his breath grazed my neck. How did he know?

Adeline Hayes gave everything to her husband, Adrian Carter, and their beloved daughter, Zora. Her youth. Her dreams. Her entire being. But to them? She was nothing more than a convenient maid-summoned when needed, dismissed when not. The final straw came when Zora said the words that shattered Adeline's heart: "Daddy, divorce mom! I want Aunt Beth to be my new mommy." That night, Adeline walked out. They were sure she'd come crawling back within a week. She never did. Instead, Adeline reclaimed who she was: ★ Medical Prodigy - The genius who revolutionized pharmaceutical research before she turned twenty-five. ★ Underground Racing Legend - The ghost rider who's never lost a single midnight circuit. ★ Billion-Dollar Investor - The silent hand that moves markets and disappears without a trace. She buried all of it. Burned her trophies. Archived her patents. For him. For their daughter. And now? Now she's done being invisible. * "I gave you every chance," Adeline said coldly, tapping the finalized divorce papers as Adrian's face crumbled before her. "You chose to waste every single one." She leaned in, just close enough for him to feel the heat of her contempt. "Now get the hell out of my world."

Being second best is practically in my DNA. My sister got the love, the attention, the spotlight. And now, even her damn fiancé. Technically, Rhys Granger was my fiancé now-billionaire, devastatingly hot, and a walking Wall Street wet dream. My parents shoved me into the engagement after Catherine disappeared, and honestly? I didn't mind. I'd crushed on Rhys for years. This was my chance, right? My turn to be the chosen one? Wrong. One night, he slapped me. Over a mug. A stupid, chipped, ugly mug my sister gave him years ago. That's when it hit me-he didn't love me. He didn't even see me. I was just a warm-bodied placeholder for the woman he actually wanted. And apparently, I wasn't even worth as much as a glorified coffee cup. So I slapped him right back, dumped his ass, and prepared for disaster-my parents losing their minds, Rhys throwing a billionaire tantrum, his terrifying family plotting my untimely demise. Obviously, I needed alcohol. A lot of alcohol. Enter him. Tall, dangerous, unfairly hot. The kind of man who makes you want to sin just by existing. I'd met him only once before, and that night, he just happened to be at the same bar as my drunk, self-pitying self. So I did the only logical thing: I dragged him into a hotel room and ripped off his clothes. It was reckless. It was stupid. It was completely ill-advised. But it was also: Best. Sex. Of. My. Life. And, as it turned out, the best decision I'd ever made. Because my one-night stand isn't just some random guy. He's richer than Rhys, more powerful than my entire family, and definitely more dangerous than I should be playing with. And now, he's not letting me go.