They say power is seductive. That once you taste it, you'll do anything to keep it. Layla Monroe had never craved power-only purpose. She thought she knew what that looked like: a stable job, a quiet apartment, control over her own life. But that was before Dominic Langston. Before the man with ice-blue eyes and a broken legacy offered her a choice. Not love. Not promises. Just a contract. A dangerous one. What began in shadows grew roots in truth. Secrets unraveled. Desires flared. And somewhere between dominance and vulnerability, Layla discovered herself-not just the woman she was, but the woman she could be. But every truth comes at a price. And the deeper she fell, the more she realized-Dominic wasn't the only one with demons. Some were born of betrayal. Others of blood. And not all of them would stay buried.
The grand ballroom was a sea of polished faces and murmurs of polite conversation, each guest a carefully curated part of this world of opulence. Layla stood at the center, a figure of magnetic authority. Her black dress, form-fitting and elegant, clung to her frame with the kind of effortless allure that only someone with her confidence could pull off. She was a woman who never needed to raise her voice to be heard. Her presence alone made it clear: this was her world, and everyone else was just passing through.
As she moved through the room, every eye followed her, but none dared approach. Her reputation preceded her-brilliant, ruthless, and, in some circles, feared. But there was more to Layla than just the hard exterior. Beneath the poised surface was a woman who had learned to wield power like a finely-tuned instrument, shaping the world around her to fit her own desires. Yet, tonight, there was a flicker of something else behind her eyes-a challenge, an anticipation. Something was different.
Dominic had never imagined he would find himself at an event like this. He wasn't a stranger to success, but the world of high society felt foreign. His presence here was more out of necessity than choice-an invitation extended to him by an old friend, though he wasn't sure why. He didn't fit the mold of the typical guest. His suit was well-tailored, but not extravagant. His manners were polite, but far from rehearsed. He stood near the back of the room, quietly observing the others with a watchful eye, noting the subtle power plays that defined this space.
That was when he saw her.
Layla.
He had heard her name in passing conversations, but seeing her in person was something entirely different. There was an unmistakable aura about her-something that drew him in and made him wonder how someone could be both commanding and alluring at the same time. She moved with purpose, but it was the subtle smile on her lips that caught his attention, the hint of a woman who knew exactly what she wanted and how to get it.
Dominic felt a stir in his chest. She was everything he wasn't: bold, unapproachable, but undeniably captivating. And there she was, standing at the heart of the room, making even the richest and most powerful men look like children playing dress-up.
It wasn't long before their eyes met. Layla's gaze, sharp and assessing, locked with his. For a moment, the crowd seemed to fade away. It was just the two of them, suspended in a tension that neither had yet acknowledged but both felt.
Layla's lips curled into a knowing smile as she made her way over to him, her heels clicking against the marble floor. She didn't speak right away, instead sizing him up, taking in his calm, almost indifferent stance. There was something about him that intrigued her-something she couldn't quite place. He wasn't intimidated. He wasn't awed. And for the first time in a long while, Layla found herself curious.
"Well, well," she said, her voice smooth like velvet but carrying the weight of authority. "I don't believe we've met."
Dominic offered a small, unbothered smile. "I'm Dominic. Dominic Pierce."
The name didn't register at first, but Layla kept her expression neutral. "A pleasure. What brings you to my event?"
"I was invited," he replied casually, his tone revealing nothing but sincerity. "Though, I'll admit, it's not quite my usual scene."
Layla's eyes gleamed with amusement. "I can tell."
There was something about the way she said it, something both cutting and complimenting. But Dominic didn't flinch. Instead, he leaned in slightly, his voice dropping an octave. "I could say the same about you. This room... it must feel a little small for someone like you."
Her brows arched at the challenge. Layla wasn't used to being tested, at least not so directly. But instead of retaliating immediately, she considered him. He wasn't cowed by her, nor was he trying to impress. He was steady, confident in his own way.
"I've made the space fit me," she said smoothly, meeting his gaze head-on. "And what about you? Do you plan to stay out of the spotlight, or are you here to stir things up?"
Dominic chuckled softly, a sound that was almost a whisper, but it was enough to make Layla's pulse quicken ever so slightly. "I'm not here to stir things up," he said. "But I wouldn't mind seeing how it all unfolds."
Layla studied him, intrigued by his composure and the subtle challenge in his words. "Is that so?" she asked, her voice like silk wrapping around a dagger. "Well, Dominic Pierce, I'm certain this evening will unfold in ways you never imagined."
As the words left her mouth, she felt the shift-the beginning of something unknown between them, a flicker of tension that neither could ignore.
Dominic didn't reply immediately, but his eyes held hers with a quiet intensity. "I look forward to finding out," he said, his voice low and steady.
And in that moment, Layla knew something had shifted. This wasn't just another encounter. This was the start of something far more complicated. The game between them had already begun.
The room smelled like jasmine and secrets. Alina's eyes blinked open, dazed and dry, the silk sheets soft against her bare skin. She tried to move, but her wrists tugged gently against restraints-not metal, but velvet. A sound-a sigh, maybe a whisper-slipped past her lips before her memories could catch up. Her heart began to race. Where am I? The walls were cream and gold, everything glowing in soft candlelight. A storm rumbled beyond the glass-paned windows, waves crashing in the distance. She wasn't in the city anymore. This place felt... untouched. Intimate. Dangerous. And then she saw it-etched delicately onto her inner thigh in crimson ink. V. C. Her breath hitched. The letters matched the invitation that had appeared mysteriously in her inbox two weeks ago. An all-expense-paid retreat to a private island, promising indulgence, luxury, and liberation for "those who dare." She'd thought it was a scam. But the tickets arrived. First-class. Then the private jet. The champagne. The man in the mask who whispered, "Everything you desire lives here. If you're not afraid to burn for it." Now, lying in this golden cage, Alina knew one thing for certain. She had crossed a line. And there was no going back.
Layla Winters never intended to fall for the man behind the power suit and shadowed past. Dominic Ward is intoxicating-dominant, enigmatic, and utterly off-limits. When fate throws them into a contract built on secrets and submission, she discovers a dangerous craving she can't deny. But with every whispered command and every truth revealed, Layla finds herself tangled in more than just desire. There are lies buried deep beneath the luxury, and someone is watching-someone who knows the truth could destroy them both. In a world where passion is a weapon and trust is a luxury, can Layla survive the fire she's fallen into... or will it consume her? Bound by Truth is the first book in a gripping dark romance series where seduction and suspense collide. Perfect for readers who love powerful alpha males, emotional depth, and heroines who discover their strength one secret at a time.
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Corinne devoted three years of her life to her boyfriend, only for it to all go to waste. He saw her as nothing more than a country bumpkin and left her at the altar to be with his true love. After getting jilted, Corinne reclaimed her identity as the granddaughter of the town's richest man, inherited a billion-dollar fortune, and ultimately rose to the top. But her success attracted the envy of others, and people constantly tried to bring her down. As she dealt with these troublemakers one by one, Mr. Hopkins, notorious for his ruthlessness, stood by and cheered her on. "Way to go, honey!"
She was the notorious Alana Wilson, a shameful daughter of the Wilson family. Her reputation went downhill after she broke her engagement with her fiance, Albert Harris. They pointed finger at her, calling her a cheater. However, in truth, who was the cheater here? Alana would do anything she could to have her engagement with Albert broken, even if it meant sacrificing her own reputation. Ten years of abuse she endured in her last life was enough. She made sure that in this life, she would never marry that cheating bastard again. As her previous crush, as well as her brother's best friend, Lorenzo Miller is now back to the country, what would happen to her already messed up life? Especially when her ex-fiance also didn't want to leave her alone. Sequel is out now! Rebirth of the Billionaire's Vengeful Actress Wife
Lindsey's fiancé was the devil's first son. Not only did he lie to her but he also slept with her stepmother, conspired to take away her family fortune, and then set her up to have sex with a total stranger. To get her lick back, Lindsey decided to find a man to disrupt her engagement party and humiliate the cheating bastard. Never did she imagine that she would bump into a strikingly handsome stranger who was all that she was currently looking for. At the engagement party, he boldly declared that she was his woman. Lindsey thought he was just a broke man who wanted to leech off her. But once they began their fake relationship, she realized that good luck kept coming her way. She thought they would part ways after the engagement party, but this man kept to her side. "We gotta stick together, Lindsey. Remember, I'm now your fiancé. " "Domenic, you're with me because of my money, aren't you?" Lindsey asked, narrowing her eyes at him. Domenic was taken aback by that accusation. How could he, the heir of the Walsh family and CEO of Vitality Group, be with her for money? He controlled more than half of the city's economy. Money wasn't a problem for him! The two got closer and closer. One day, Lindsey finally realized that Domenic was actually the stranger she had slept with months ago. Would this realization change things between them? For the better or worse?
Yelena discovered that she wasn't her parents' biological child. After seeing through their ploy to trade her as a pawn in a business deal, she was sent away to her barren birthplace. There, she stumbled upon her true origins—a lineage of historic opulence. Her real family showered her with love and adoration. In the face of her so-called sister's envy, Yelena conquered every adversity and took her revenge, all while showcasing her talents. She soon caught the attention of the city's most eligible bachelor. He cornered Yelena and pinned her against the wall. “It's time to reveal your true identity, darling.”
As a simple assistant, messaging the CEO in the dead of night to request shares of adult films was a bold move. Bethany, unsurprisingly, didn't receive any films. However, the CEO responded that, while he had no films to share, he could offer a live demonstration. After a night filled with passion, Bethany was certain she'd lose her job. But instead, her boss proposed, "Marry me. Please consider it." "Mr. Bates, you're kidding me, right?"
When Zora was sick during the early days of her pregnancy, Ezrah was with his first love, Piper. When Zora got into an accident and called Ezrah, he said he was busy, when in actual fact, he was buying shoes for Piper. Zora lost her baby because of the accident, and throughout her stay at the hospital, Ezrah never showed up. She already knew that he didn't love her, but that was the last straw for the camel's back, and her fragile heart could not take it anymore. When Ezrah arrived home a few days after Zora was discharged from the hospital, he no longer met the woman who always greeted him with a smile and cared for him. Zora stood at the top of the stairs and yelled with a cold expression, "Good news, Ezrah! Our baby died in a car accident. There is nothing between us anymore, so let's get a divorce." The man who claimed not to have any feelings for Zora, being cold and distant towards her, and having asked her for a divorce twice, instantly panicked.