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"You're not like anyone I've ever met, Ava Dawson. And that's exactly why I can't stay away." Welcome to Club Luxe, the ultimate playground for the country's elite. At its helm is the enigmatic billionaire, Logan Pierce-a devilishly handsome, self-assured, and formidable tycoon with a notorious reputation. Logan lives by a single golden rule: keep business and pleasure strictly separate. Enter Ava Dawson, a diligent and unassuming secretary raised to loathe the entitled, especially her insufferably attractive, aggravatingly charismatic boss, Logan Pierce, who is blissfully unaware of her existence. Ava's steadfast rule: steer clear of arrogant playboys, especially Logan Pierce. But fate has a mischievous plan. When Logan finally notices the shy, unassuming Ava, sparks fly. The ruthless, controlling Logan finds himself irresistibly drawn to her innocence and quiet strength. He's determined to shatter every boundary and obliterate every rule to make Ava his, even if it means capturing her heart first. As Logan pursues Ava with relentless intensity, the lines between their professional and personal lives blur. Ava is torn between her growing attraction to Logan and her ingrained distrust of men like him. Their connection ignites a passionate, high-stakes romance filled with unexpected twists, emotional revelations, and the ultimate test of their love. In a world where power and privilege reign, can a shy secretary and a dominant billionaire find common ground and build a future together? Or will their differences and the secrets they uncover tear them apart forever?
Ava
"If you could please step this way, Mr. Pierce will join you shortly," I instructed the VIP guests with a practiced smile, leading them to the luxurious private lounge of Club Luxe. My heart pounded in my chest, a stark reminder of the imposing figure who owned this establishment-and my sanity.
It was another night at Club Luxe, the epitome of opulence nestled in the heart of London. The elite flocked here to bask in its extravagance, indulging in a world of luxury that was as foreign to me as the moon. I darted between guests, my heels clicking on the marble floor, the dim lighting casting shadows that danced across the plush decor.
I had worked for Pierce Industries for three years, but it was only in the last six months that I'd been roped into these high-profile events. My boss, Logan Pierce, rarely noticed me in the bustling office, which was a small mercy. A man like him, with his smoldering looks and piercing blue eyes, was a danger I didn't need.
"Excuse me, miss, where can I find Mr. Pierce?" A tall, impeccably dressed man interrupted my thoughts, his gaze scanning the room.
"Mr. Pierce will be with you shortly," I repeated, maintaining my composure. Logan had a way of making people wait, asserting his dominance even in absentia.
As the evening progressed, the air buzzed with the murmur of conversations, the clinking of glasses, and the occasional burst of laughter. I navigated through the crowd, ensuring everything was perfect. Logan demanded perfection, and I wasn't about to give him any reason to notice me for the wrong reasons.
A sudden hush fell over the room, followed by a ripple of excitement. I turned, my breath catching as Logan Pierce made his grand entrance. Tall and imposing, he exuded an effortless confidence that drew every eye. His dark hair was perfectly styled, and his tailored suit clung to his muscular frame. He scanned the room with a commanding presence, his eyes sharp and calculating.
Logan approached the VIP area, shaking hands and exchanging pleasantries with the guests. His charm was undeniable, a potent weapon in his arsenal. I watched from a distance, my heart beating faster as he neared. Our eyes met for the briefest moment, and I quickly looked away, focusing on my duties.
"Ms. Dawson," Logan's deep voice cut through the noise, sending a shiver down my spine. I turned to find him standing just a few feet away, his intense gaze fixed on me.
"Yes, Mr. Pierce?" I replied, keeping my tone professional.
"I need you to handle the arrangements for our special guest arriving later," he said, his voice low and authoritative. "Make sure everything is flawless."
"Of course, sir," I nodded, averting my eyes from his penetrating stare.
Logan lingered for a moment, as if contemplating something, before turning his attention back to the guests. I let out a breath I didn't realize I'd been holding, my mind racing. Why did he have to notice me tonight of all nights?
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**Logan**
The room buzzed with the intoxicating mix of power and privilege, a symphony of wealth that I had orchestrated to perfection. As I made my rounds, exchanging calculated pleasantries and ensuring my dominance remained unchallenged, my mind wandered to the one person who seemed immune to my presence.
Ava Dawson.
She was a curious anomaly in my meticulously curated world. Her efficiency was impeccable, her demeanor unassuming. For months, she had remained in the background, a shadow in the bright lights of my empire. But tonight, something about her caught my attention. The way she moved with quiet grace, her eyes avoiding mine with a determination that intrigued me.
I had built my empire on the principle of never mixing business with pleasure, but Ava's quiet strength stirred something within me. I watched her as she attended to the guests, her professionalism masking an undeniable allure.
As the night wore on, I found myself seeking her out, my curiosity growing with each passing moment. When our eyes met across the room, a jolt of electricity shot through me. I saw a flicker of something in her gaze-fear, perhaps, or was it defiance?
I approached her, needing to hear her voice, to see if it matched the strength I sensed in her. Her response was poised, her eyes avoiding mine, but I caught a glimpse of vulnerability beneath her calm exterior.
"Ms. Dawson," I said, my voice carrying the weight of command. She turned, her expression composed.
"Yes, Mr. Pierce?" Her voice was steady, yet there was a hint of something more.
"I need you to handle the arrangements for our special guest arriving later," I instructed, watching her closely. "Make sure everything is flawless."
"Of course, sir," she replied, her eyes lowering.
I lingered for a moment, captivated by the enigma that was Ava Dawson. There was something about her that defied the rules I had set for myself, a challenge I was determined to unravel. As I walked away, a plan began to form in my mind. I would break down her defenses, piece by piece, until she was mine.
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**Ava**
The night dragged on, a blur of faces and formalities. I went through the motions, my mind replaying the brief encounter with Logan Pierce. There was something in his gaze, a predatory intensity that unnerved me. I couldn't afford to get distracted, not now.
"Everything okay, Ava?" Rachel's voice broke through my thoughts. My best friend and confidante, Rachel, was one of the few people who knew how much I struggled in these situations.
"Just another night in paradise," I sighed, forcing a smile.
Rachel chuckled, giving my arm a reassuring squeeze. "You'll survive. Besides, he noticed you. That's a first."
"Noticed? More like he's plotting my demise," I muttered, glancing across the room where Logan was deep in conversation with a group of investors.
Rachel's eyes sparkled with mischief. "Maybe he's plotting something else entirely."
"Don't even joke about that," I warned, feeling my cheeks heat up.
The hours crept by, and the event finally began to wind down. Guests trickled out, leaving behind a trail of empty glasses and discarded conversations. I busied myself with the cleanup, grateful for the distraction.
As I carried a tray of empty glasses to the back, I heard footsteps behind me. I turned to find Logan standing there, his expression unreadable.
"Ms. Dawson," he began, his voice softer now, almost contemplative. "I wanted to thank you for your efforts tonight. You did an excellent job."
"Thank you, Mr. Pierce," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady. "Just doing my job."
He stepped closer, his gaze never leaving mine. "You're more than just your job, Ava. I see that now."
My heart pounded in my chest, the air between us charged with unspoken tension. I couldn't look away, caught in the intensity of his stare.
"Good night, Ms. Dawson," he said finally, turning and walking away, leaving me standing there, breathless and bewildered.
As I watched him go, a sense of foreboding settled over me. Logan Pierce was a man who got what he wanted, and it seemed, for reasons I couldn't fathom, he had set his sights on me.
Struggling waitress Maya Monroe discovers she is pregnant by mysterious billionaire Adrian Blackwood following a crazy night in Las Vegas. She has no idea that one careless night has drawn her into a treacherous game of power and betrayal. Adrian is not the man Maya thought he was- he is a man tormented by a troubled history and motivated by merciless ambition. His empire is collapsing due to unseen adversaries in both his family and work life. Maya discovers Adrian's web of lies and secrets as she battles to restore her freedom and save her unborn child, drawing her farther into his perilous world. Maya has to overcome all obstacles, become resilient, and determine whether love can truly mend the wounds caused by treachery. She must decide whether to leave Adrian permanently or stick by him in the face of foes who would destroy them in a world where loyalty is a commodity and nothing is as it seems.
"I never intended to break your heart, but I certainly didn't plan to create a new one." A one-night tempestuous affair with the enigmatic billionaire, Damien Knight, left Anya with an unexpected storm brewing within her. Believing she’d escaped the gilded cage of his world, she vanishes, only to resurface years later as a single mother clinging to the shattered pieces of her life. Damien, a titan of industry with a heart encased in ice, is blindsided by the revelation. His empire crumbles as he's haunted by the ghost of their passionate night. A relentless pursuit begins, a desperate gamble to reclaim what was stolen from him. But Anya is armed with a fortress of pain and mistrust. Can she forgive the man who shattered her world? Or will their rekindled passion be consumed by the flames of their past? In a world of opulence and deceit, love becomes their only salvation, a gamble with stakes higher than any business deal.
"I never intended to break your heart, but I certainly didn't plan to create a new one." A one-night tempestuous affair with the enigmatic billionaire, Damien Knight, left Anya with an unexpected storm brewing within her. Believing she’d escaped the gilded cage of his world, she vanishes, only to resurface years later as a single mother clinging to the shattered pieces of her life. Damien, a titan of industry with a heart encased in ice, is blindsided by the revelation. His empire crumbles as he's haunted by the ghost of their passionate night. A relentless pursuit begins, a desperate gamble to reclaim what was stolen from him. But Anya is armed with a fortress of pain and mistrust. Can she forgive the man who shattered her world? Or will their rekindled passion be consumed by the flames of their past? In a world of opulence and deceit, love becomes their only salvation, a gamble with stakes higher than any business deal.
Charlee was left at the altar and became a laughingstock. She tried to keep her head high, but ultimately lost it when she received a sex tape of her fiance and her half-sister. Devastated, she ended up spending a wild night with a hot stranger. It was supposed to be one-time thing, but he kept popping up, helping her with projects and revenge, all while flirting with her constantly. Charlee soon realized that it was nice having him around, until her ex suddenly appeared at her door, begging for another chance. Her tycoon lover asked, “Who will you choose? Think carefully before you answer.”
"Lucien, let's get a divorce," I said in a peremptory tone that was long overdue, the most decisive farewell to this absurd marriage. We had been married for exactly three years-three years that, for me, were filled with nothing but endless loneliness and torment. For three years, the husband who should have stood by my side through every storm, Lucien Sullivan, had completely disappeared from my life as if he had never existed. He vanished without a trace, leaving me alone to endure this empty, desolate marriage. Today, I finally received his message: "I'm back. Come pick me up at the airport." When I read his words, my heart leapt with joy, and I raced to the airport, thinking that he finally understood my love and was coming back to me. But his cruelty was far worse than I could have ever imagined-he was accompanied by a pregnant woman, and that woman was Carla, my closest and most trusted friend. In that moment, all of my previous excitement, all my hope, and all of our shared laughter and tears turned into the sharpest of daggers, stabbing into my heart and leaving me gasping for air. Now, all I want is to escape from this place that has left me so broken-to lick my wounds in solitude. Even if these wounds will remain with me for the rest of my life, I refuse to have anything to do with him ever again. He should know that it was his own hand that trampled our love underfoot, that his coldness and betrayal created this irreparable situation. But when he heard those words, he desperately clung to this broken, crumbling marriage, unwilling to let it end-almost as though doing so could rewind time and return everything to how it used to be. "Aurora, come back. I regret everything!" Regret? Those simple words stirred no emotion in me-only endless sadness and fury. My heart let out a frantic, desperate scream: It's too late for any of this!
Trigger warning!!! Intended for mature readers who enjoy morally complex, slow-burn, poseesive, forbidden, dark romance that pushes boundaries. ***EXCERPT*** Blood everywhere. Trembling hands. "No!" My eyes blurred. His lifeless eyes stared back at me, his blood pooling at my feet. The man I loved-dead. Killed by the one person I could never escape - my stepbrother. *** Kasmine's life was never hers to begin with. Kester, her stepbrother, controlled and monitored her every move. At first, it was all sweet and brotherly until it began to turn into an obsession. Kester was the Alpha, and his word was law. No close friends. No boyfriends. No freedom. The only consolation Kasmine had was her twenty-first birthday, which was supposed to change everything. She dreamt of finding her mate, escaping the sickening control of Kester, and finally claiming her own life. But fate had other plans for her. On the night of her birthday, not only was she disappointed that she wasn't mated to the love of her life, but she found out that her mate was none other than him - Her tormentor. Her stepbrother. She'd rather die than be mated to a man whom she had known as her big brother all her life. A man who would do just anything to make sure she was his. But when love turns to obsession, and obsession turns to blood, how far can one girl run before she realizes there is nowhere else to run to?
For the whole 17 years of her existence, Alana did not know the word freedom and happiness having been confined in the basement of her family's house accused of killing her own mother. She's beaten, cursed at, and barely survived from crumbs of food thrown at her. She thought this is her final destiny and has accepted the bitter fate of her life not until the night of her 18th birthday, a mysterious alpha appeared at her door telling her that she is the long-lost daughter of the alpha king and claiming her as his mate he's been looking for several years now.
Veronica is an eighteen-year-old omega who falls into an emotional breakdown when her Mate, who was soon to be the Alpha of the Sun crest pack, turns against her, hurls hurtful words at her, and rejects her on the night of the full moon festival because he and everyone in the pack, including her, thinks she is an omega. As if the pain of rejection, helplessness, and worthlessness wasn't enough, she lost her best and only friend to the cold hands of death when rogue wolves attacked their pack. Right in the presence of her mate, she was tagged as someone who always attracted problems and calamities anywhere she went and he turned a blind eye and watched as she was banished from the pack. With hatred for her life, she runs deep into the woods that were off-limits and jumps off to end her life, but in a turn of events, something else happens. What would her mate do when he finds out that Veronica is not who he thinks she is? Will she be able to forgive him? What fate lies ahead for them?
It was supposed to be a marriage of convenience, but Carrie made the mistake of falling in love with Kristopher. When the time came that she needed him the most, her husband was in the company of another woman. Enough was enough. Carrie chose to divorce Kristopher and move on with her life. Only when she left did Kristopher realize how important she was to him. In the face of his ex-wife’s countless admirers, Kristopher offered her 20 million dollars and proposed a new deal. “Let’s get married again.”