boss in love

"I'll make sure that you will regret marrying me and you will suffer because of what your family did to my girlfriend." — Valerian Fernsby, leader of the England Mafia. ———— As someone who grew up in a household who considers her as the black sheep of the family, Alice Hermione Dawson never fails to ask herself what is wrong with her and why they treated them like that. There is only one thing she wants, for her family to treat her as part of them. But what was given to her was to marry a man she did not even know. And for the worse part, that man she will marry is the leader of an England Mafia. Valerian Fernsby, a cold and ruthless mafia boss. He only wants one thing, to get justice for her girlfriend, who died because of Dawson family. So he married Alice because she will be the one to pay for what her family did to his dead girlfriend. But will Valerian succeed in getting justice for his girlfriend if he finds out that Alice has no idea about the wrong things her family is doing? Or he won't believe her because maybe she's just pretending?

The sound of the liquor bottle breaking echoed against the walls of that room, making her flinched. She gazed into those intoxicated piercing green eyes hovering over her. "Leave from my room right now, Damien," her sapphire orbs filled with tears of terror, whereas her grip tightened on the towel covering her wet bare body but the person before her didn't follow her words. A shiver ran down her spine when he placed his both palms on the glass door behind her, caging her completely. "We will talk tomorrow when you will be sober up but please leave now," she attempted to push him away but her body froze when he pinned both of her wrists above her head, resulting in the towel slipping from her body. Her naked body trembled, both in fear and cold but the blazing rage in those bloodshed green eyes flamed up her being. She tried to wiggle out from his hold until…. "Do you still love him, Zia?" His question stabbed inside her heart like a dagger. Her tears of fear turned into anger. After she submitted every single inch of her to him last night, he was still asking her that question. "What if I said, yes…I still love Dylan then?" She challenged him but immediately hissed in pain when he dug his fingers in her tender skin. "Then I will kill him right in front of you," his cavernous voice husked against her lips but his words glossed her eyes more. How can he be so cruel that he didn't hesitate before thinking about killing his own brother? Her heart clenched when he pressed his lips against her and whispered those words in her mouth. "Because I will be the only person to ruin you in my love, Zia Damien Karlson,"

Forbidden, passionate, secret love. The love you kill for. The love you defend with your soul, heart, and body. Love that only happens once in a lifetime, when you are not ready for it. A man who hates touches and a woman who does not know them in an intimate sense. Both equally damaged, he alienated, she alien. The passion that will ignite will transcend the boundaries of everything measurable, reveal secrets, tear down walls, mow down victims. Samantha is a young girl who enters into a contract marriage with Blake's brother, but no one knows that except the two of them. On their wedding day she meets Blake and here begins the forbidden, here begins the passion at first sight. Blake is a handsome man who falls in love for the first time with his daughter-in-law, whom he meets on the day of his brother's wedding. Blake is a smart man who will immediately notice that there is something in this marriage. He does not believe that it is a real marriage. He will enter a forbidden There is no turning back from it. Such love happens once in a lifetime. The only question is are Blake and Samantha strong enough to continue to fight for themselves, for the new strength they have found in each other, or will fate beat them again, bleed old wounds, and show that there is no happy ending for them?

BLURB “Mr Geal, we can't please.” her voice breaks as he trailed his fingers down jaw to her lips. Her breath comes out in gasps as she tightens her legs together, “Please, you are betrothed.” she murmured. His hands move to her neck where he tightens them whispering, “It doesn't matter,” he growls, his fingers finding their way beneath my skirt. “I am yours anyway.” He doesn't give her a second before his fingers sweep her panties aside, and find their way home. “Holy hell-” therest of the words is jumbled in her throat as he slams his lips against hers ~~~~~~ Olivia Macurry, a woman whose lifetime goal was to stop stripping. She wanted nomore than a white collar job where she wouldn't have to open her legs to get paid. After getting ordered by a man whopaid fifteen thousand dollars to have her for the night, she agreed but she didn't keep to the bargain. Now her new boss is the same blue eyed man that paid for a night with her, the same man she left when he was in the bathroom barely an hour after their first round. But it's too late because he wants her again. Just a taste, and he's addicted. He won't let her go, not even when he is buried six feet under. He can't stop, he must have her after all he paid for a night. Obsession turns into attraction. Attraction turns into possession. Possession turns into pure madness. He refuses to let her go yet he is betrothed to another. Secrets, lies, betrayal, and anger drives their relationship towards madness as everything is turned upside. But then Leonardo's best quality was that he thrived in chaos, and even though he is betrothed he belonged to her. Body, mind, and fucking soul.

The intern, Clarissa Johnson slept with the president, Damien Lawrence during a company team-building event.She knew that Damien had a childhood sweetheart and that what happened was nothing more than an alcohol-induced frenzy.As such, Clarissa ran away in secret and acted as if nothing had happened. She never would have expected Damien to summon her for marriage just two weeks later. That was how Clarissa married into a wealthy family where she received the Lawrence family’s adoration. However, Damien was never friendly to her, not even for a day…

Blair comes home to find her fiancé in bed with her cousin Laura. She is determined not to let it destroy her. She is a strong capable woman. What she hadn’t planned on was drinking too much then sleeping with her boss. Roman shows her things she had never experienced before. Didn't even know she would enjoy. The next morning in the cold light of day and sober, Blair wants to pull away and call it a one-night stand. Roman has other ideas. He just doesn't want her for one night he wants her period.

What will you do when you are fucking in love with someone who doesn't love you back and then woke up the next day forced to marry another girl you don't even know or love? "Where the hell have you been, Hannah?" I turned around as she yelled from my back, full of hate in her eyes, grabbing my arm, pulling me inside, and laying me on the couch violently. I was shocked by her presumption. "You're still my fucking wife, Hannah. You're mine, don't ever forget that," she leaned on me as she held both my hands, feeling her grip trembling in rage. I was motionless and speechless. "What? is she great? Is she making you cum more than me? Are you not satisfied with my performance? I can do it again, you fucking whore" her face was dark, her voice cracking and hatred in every word she spits out. She forcibly slips her finger inside my andies and strokes my pussy, feeling my wetness. I slapped her hard. I was hurt by what she said. I could never imagine those words coming out from her. Where's the Ally I have known? Everything is my fault. I can't blame her if she started to treat me this way. I might hurt her ego. Even though we agreed not to intrude on others' lives still, it's not going to work the way we want it to. "Fucked Hannah, you are my wife. I can do whatever I want!" she shouted as she ripped my clothes and held me tighter. Ally got even angrier when I slapped her, struggling, but I didn't have a match for her. Ally kissed me forcibly and started to touch me out of love, stroking my breast, playing her fingers into my clit, burning with lust.

Cherry Mae Banaag, an exceptional and hardworking woman, had one main goal: to provide a better life for her father, who was battling a heart condition. Faced with life's challenges and the lack of financial resources for her father's surgery, Cherry found herself with no option but to accept an offer from Rexon Del'Torre, the renowned lead vocalist of Logistic Band, whom she had recently met at the Resto-Bar where she worked. Initially agreeing to be his personal assistant, Cherry soon found herself in a situation where Rexon requested something more. How could she resist his charisma, his captivating scent, and his provocative touch? How could she turn down Rexon Del'Torre when he seemed to be the only one capable of fulfilling her desires and claiming her body and soul?

Cassandra Leosa is a pregnant woman and a wife to Liro Regis. She's an unhappy wife because she was impregnate by mistakes. Her husband is in love to her sister named Lianne. Her family and her colleagues hated her because she was accused by stealing Liro from her sister. One day, a man with the same face of her husband appeared in front of her. That man claimed that he's the father of the child. Cassandra is confused that's why she started to investigate.

Sunny is an aspiring writer who wants to venture the world of writing erotic romance. One night, while she was browsing some photos to use as her book cover, she saw a picture of a very handsome man with dark-blue hair yet green emerald eyes. Sunny used the photo without knowing what awaits her after the man in the photo knew that his photo was used in an erotic novel.