Fall For A Billionaire - Billionaire Romantic-Suspense "Get in, you slut!!" The guard fiercely threw Fionna into the dungeon cell without a single doubt of her making a comeback in which he, in the same manner, was already prepared for. Fionna quickly got up, not minding the pains from hitting the old but hard castle walls and charged towards the guard. As soon as she got there, he had slammed the cell shut to her face which had latched and deadlocked by itself then spat on her "The likes of you are not welcomed in our kingdom" Ignoring the thick, opalescent fluid that contained more of mucus than water, she quickly gathered up hers and spat back at him。 "Well, the likes of you are not welcomed in any woman's chamber!" —— Bounded in chains within the castle walls of an opposing kingdom, Fionna, who has lost hopes of ever breaking free is now being traded to a rich stranger. However, the decision made wasn't as wise...

Eleanor Archer thought she had everything—wealth, status, a seemingly perfect marriage—but behind the façade of her controlled life, something sinister lurks. When strange encounters with a mysterious man ignite sparks of desire and fear, Eleanor is forced to confront the truth about her husband, William—a charming but manipulative CEO with a dark side. As old secrets unravel and passions rise, Eleanor’s grip on reality slips. Love and death dance dangerously close in this haunting, suspense-filled tale of betrayal, obsession, and secrets buried too deep to remain hidden.

"Be my wife" He proposed to the stranger. "I won’t touch, kiss nor get in anyway too physical with you without your permission." Zane offered a sly smile as he uttered his next words " You...may however do with me as you please." "If you agree to this, you can work in an office" *** Both capable of aiding the other, Elora Jensen finds herself webbed in matrimony to Zane Lowe, CEO of Lowe Industries... Under certain conditions. A loveless marriage, bound by their individual gains and nothing more.

He'd slaughtered my parents before my eyes and still dared to ask my hand for my hand in marriage .

He shut himself off from the tragedy that struck as a kid, and After years of living through the trauma,

After being disvirgined by her fiance's son, Damien, one night prior to her wedding, Yssrina finds herself webbed in turmoils because of that one selfless act. Years following her exile, she's met, once again with her deflowerer... Would a dwindling flame be rekindled or be let to die down? What would happen between the two... Especially with Yssrina being his father's killer.

********** "MASTER!!" I pleaded with the man who lashed out on me for confessing my desires, and much more, for him. He didn't take too well with the word, love, and saw this -my hands and feet cuffed- as the best course of action. "Who do you love?" He'd questioned three times now, both voice and force in his lashes progressing significantly. "I LOVE YOU MASTER" I yelped in agony once I felt the leather whip across my back. Tears run down my from my lids to flushed cheeks. I had been bound now for a good half an hour in the darkness, eyes sealed with a black opaque material, before he came back and had me bleeding for another fifteen. "WHO DO YOU LOVE MASHA!?" he yelled manically, whipping me immediately at the finish of the sentence. "NO ONE!!" I screamed, body convulsing from the impact. "I- I LOVE NO ONE MASTER" "DIDN'T YOU SAY YOU LOVE ME!" **** In a contractual marriage not bound by love but of servitude, where one amongst many other rules is to not fall in love. Masha is left conflicted about it all when she starts developing feelings for her master, Xavier. Especially because he doesn't touch, kiss or pleases her internally out of respect for her preference in gender. Females.

With Edgar's beefy hand above my head, there was no way of getting that door open. "For years now... have I longed for you" he said above my head. My back had been facing him, and my gaze pinned on the handle I still hold with all of my might, as I am not ready to peer at him head on.. "How dare you speak of loving another woman?" He yelled into my ears... I didn't like being yelled at, it is so undermining. "If you find this funny, well, I don't." My voice, in contrast to his, had been like that of an old lady and a train whistle. We would joke every once in a while about random things. But this, didn't at all, feel like a joke. I could feel his breath at the back of my head, constantly blowing strands of my hair out of place. Is this guy seriously hyperventilating right now? "You should be savoured" Edgar whispered while gradually compressing his bare chiseled chest on my back. "you should be devoured " He wraps his one arm around my waist, moves closer to my neck and licks it "why haven't I done that yet?" *** After learning that she had been sold by her runaway father to the duke, Broffet Chamillet of the dark realm, who had sadly passed away a year after her coming, Mae is entitled a witch for such laughable coincidence. Her mother, a famous prostitute within the community, Mae had vowed not to sleep with anyone before bethrodal, as all her life Mae has been compared with her mom. And her mate, the present duke, Edgar Chamillet, also, a married man. What happens when urges arise and resolve weakens...