He paid her a million dollars to be his wife for five years.The day the contract ended, he handed her divorce papers without a second glance.Daniel Salvador never knew that she walked away carrying his child.Four years later, now a successful entrepreneur Evelyn Havert returns back to the city with her brilliant four-year-old daughter, who shares Daniel's piercing eyes and terrifying genius IQ.When the ruthless billionaire CEO discovers the truth, he’ll stop at nothing to claim his daughter and win back the only woman who ever made him feel anything. But enemies are closing in, and this time the stakes are higher than a broken contract.Can he win back his ex-wife and claim his million dollar baby?

Rosette Sinclair loses her job amid a breakup from an incompetent ex–boyfriend and a mountain of bills from her mom's medical expenses. During an act of rebellion, she has a one night stand with billionaire CEO Andrew Voss. She leaves before he wakes up and doesn't want anything to do with relationships, but Andrew wants the opposite, when he wakes up and discovers that the vixen who made him lose his mind the previous night, was gone and was having an interview that morning at Voss Enterprises, he goes out of his way to have her. As the game of cat and mouse begins, Rosette soon learns that anything Andrew Voss wants...he gets. And he wants her—again and again

I swore I’d never lust after my best friend’s brutal Alpha father.But David Thorn was pure temptation, he was both powerful, off-limits, and utterly commanding.One look from him and my body burns. He’s the man who could destroy me… and the only one I secretly ache to have fill me with his seed. For years I’ve hidden my obsession. Stolen glances. Midnight fantasies where his massive hands pin me down and his thick knot stretches me wide. Where he growls filthy promises while flooding my womb with his potent seed, breeding me until I’m swollen with his pups. He’s twice my age. Completely off-limits. And he’s never even noticed the quiet, dripping-wet omega who’s been fantasizing about calling him Daddy for far too long. David Thorn is dangerous. Dominant. And when he finally sees the desperate hunger in my eyes… he won’t stop until he’s claimed what’s always been his—ruining his daughter’s best friend in the most sinful, knot-deep way possible If you crave raw breeding kink, intense age-gap tension, a possessive Alpha Daddy who takes what he wants, and a heroine who’s secretly been craving her own ruin… this is your next obsession.

My husband died on a Tuesday.I remember that because I had chicken defrosting in the sink and I kept thinking about it the whole time. Stupid thing to think about. But that's what my brain did. Chicken in the sink. Lorenzo on the floor. Blood moving slow across the marble like it had nowhere to be.The man who shot him didn't leave.That's the part nobody believes when I tell it. He just. Stayed. Stood there in my kitchen like he owned it already and looked at me and I don't know what I expected him to do but it wasn't that. It wasn't just — standing there. Looking at me like he recognized me.Like he'd been waiting for me specifically.His name is Rafael De Luca and three days after my husband's funeral I was in a car that wasn't mine going to a house that wasn't mine and nobody asked me anything. There was no asking. That's the thing about men like him. The question already has an answer before you open your mouth.I want to tell you I fought it.I did, actually. For a while.It didn't matter.---Here's what I thought I knew going in: Lorenzo was a good man who made some bad business decisions and ended up dead because of them and I was collateral damage in someone else's war. That's the story I told myself. That's the story that made sense.I was wrong about almost everything.Not almost. Everything.The files I found,I'm not going to explain how I found them because that part doesn't matter, the files showed me a version of my marriage I didn't recognize. A version of my husband I couldn't have invented even if I tried. The things he was involved in. The people. The money and where it went and what it bought.I sat with it for a long time before I could move again.---Rafael doesn't talk much. When he does it's never more than what's necessary and he looks at you the whole time like he's checking whether you can handle what he's saying. It's annoying. I told him that once and he looked at me for a second and then just went back to whatever he was doing and I couldn't decide if that meant he agreed or if he simply didn't care.Probably didn't care.The thing is — and I hate that there's a thing — he's never lied to me.Not once that I can find. He hides things, yeah. He decides what I'm ready for and doles it out and that's its own kind of control and I'm not saying it's fine. I'm saying it's different from what Lorenzo did. Lorenzo lied to my face every single day for four years and I thought that was just marriage. I thought that was just how it felt.I didn't know what honest looked like until I was living with a man who kills people for a living.Make that mean whatever you want. I've stopped trying.---I'm not going to tell you I love him. I don't know what I'd even mean by that right now. I'm not going to tell you he's secretly good underneath it all because I don't think that's true either and I think you deserve better than that version of this story.What I'll tell you is this.He watched me fall apart over what Lorenzo was. Stood in the doorway and let me break things and didn't say a word and when I was done he asked if I was finished and I threw the last thing I had at him and he caught it. Set it down. Left.And I thought about that for weeks.A man who could have me removed from his house with a phone call standing in a doorway letting me grieve something ugly and not making it about himself.I don't know what to do with that.I don't know what to do with any of this.But I'm still here.That's the whole story, honestly. I'm still here and I stopped pretending I don't know why.---She married into the mafia without knowing it. She buried a husband she never really knew. Now she's living in the house of the man who killed him — and the most terrifying part isn't that she's trapped.It's that she's not sure she wants to leave.