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I am the sole heir to the Beaumont empire, engaged to Julian for three years to secure our families' alliance. But on the night of my 24th birthday, he left me waiting at a crowded bar for three hours. I called him twelve times, and he ignored every single one. The next day, he claimed he was busy saving his ex-girlfriend, Abby, from an eviction. He promised to make it up to me at my wedding dress fitting. Yet, right before I stepped out in my gown, he ran off again. He even outsourced accompanying me to buy our wedding rings to my father's imposing Chief Operating Officer, Alex. When my friend sent me a live video from a nightclub, I realized the humiliating truth. Julian had abandoned me at the bridal shop to get into a bloody street brawl over Abby. Even after I rushed to the club and used my family name to save him from being arrested, he still hesitated when his ex-girlfriend grabbed his arm. "Julian, please don't leave me." Hearing Abby's manufactured cries, he chose to stay by her side instead of following me. I stared at his bloody knuckles in pure, unfiltered disgust. Why was I ruining my pride for a man who constantly put another woman first? Without looking back, I walked out of the club and got straight into Alex's waiting car. This time, I am canceling the wedding.

Amelie Cavanaugh has faced many hardships in her life. She was orphaned at 8 years old, ran away with her brother from foster care at 14 years old, and constantly worked to achieve her goal of the university. Just when her life is going to plan, life is turned upside down one blustery November day as her brother is injured during a football game. Billionaire Dr. Nathan Michaels is next in line to take over Michaels Investment Group as his grandfather, Carrington Michaels, is retiring. The problem is that the board members believe his playboy ways are unsuitable for the CEO position. Solution: Carrington Michaels tells Nathan he has 6 weeks to get married, or he will lose the company. A chance sighting of the stunning brown-haired Amelie in the hospital cafe sends Nathan's world into a spin, but when he turns around after receiving his order, she is gone. Who is she? Where did she go? How can he make her his? Will it even matter when a dark family secret involving both families could threaten any chance of happiness?

Chapter 1 For the ninety-ninth time, the critical condition notice for her husband landed in Shirley’s hands. She couldn’t stop herself—her palm cracked across Heather’s cheek. “Christopher and I are not divorced yet. Know your place.” Heather froze, then screamed, hysterical. “How dare you hit me! Christopher said I could do whatever I wanted!” “He said he’d love me enough to die for me, so let him die! Let’s see any of you try to save him!” Snatching up a fruit knife, she stabbed wildly toward Shirley. Not a soul moved to intervene. Because compared to the so-called “Mrs. Christopher,” Heather was the one Christopher truly cherished. The man paranoid enough to sleep with a blade under his pillow had allowed Heather to use him as a test subject—for candle burns, drowning games, plastic bag suffocation. The man who detested the color pink had let her cover his face in lipstick kisses and Hello Kitty stickers. So even as she slashed Shirley until she bled, no one dared lay a finger on her. “Heather!” Christopher’s voice cut through the chaos as a nurse wheeled him out. His face was pale. “Your face… what happened?” Tears pooled in Heather’s eyes. “I just wanted to see you die for me, but Shirley wouldn’t let me. She tried to kill me…” Christopher’s sharp gaze snapped to Shirley. “You laid a hand on her? Heather is like this because of you! You promised to take care of her for life!” Shirley bit her lip until she tasted copper. On her twentieth birthday, her foster father, Gabriel, had brought home Heather—his biological daughter, missing for fifteen years. Shirley had taken her abroad. In the moment it took to glance at a text, Heather vanished. They found her half a month later, but from then on, Heather grew stranger. She threw kittens off balconies. She locked classmates in bathrooms. Doctors diagnosed a severe empathy deficit, triggered by trauma. She couldn’t grasp the consequences of her actions. Consumed by guilt, Shirley brought her to the Christopher family, hoping their resources could help. And though Heather had rarely targeted others in recent years, she never spared Shirley. With Christopher’s indulgence… Shirley was just so tired. Her eyes reddened; the hand pressed to her wound trembled. “Since you’re fine, we’ll finalize the divorce tomorrow.” She turned to go, but Christopher’s voice halted her. “You hurt her and think you can walk away? What about your promise?” He signaled a bodyguard to restrain Shirley, then spoke gently to Heather. “Don’t be scared. I’ve got you.” Though Shirley’s injuries were far worse, Christopher acted as if he didn’t see them, drawing Heather close instead. “Anyone who bullies you will pay tenfold.” Shirley broke, her scream raw. “Christopher, *I* am your wife! You promised me once—you’d always be my shield, that you’d never let anyone hurt me!” He’d once crossed half the country to buy her a cup of bubble tea. During an earthquake, he’d shielded her with his body, breaking three ribs. Back then… she was everything to him… At her words, Christopher’s eyes glazed over for a fleeting second before turning to ice. “Those promises died the day you killed our child and my mother.” Now, all he felt was hate. Shirley’s sobs cut off, her face deathly pale. Restrained and helpless, she could only endure as slap after brutal slap rained down. *Smack! Smack! Smack!* … The assault only stopped when Heather’s arm grew tired. Shirley’s face was swollen, bruised. The moment the bodyguard released her, she crumpled. Heather blinked, feigning innocence. “Is it wrong for a little sister to hit her big sister?” Christopher took her reddened palm, his touch both doting and pained. “Your world doesn’t have right and wrong. Do as you please. I’ll handle the consequences.” “Even if I play with you until you die?” “Of course. How would you like to play tonight?” The sound of a messy, passionate kiss filled the corridor. Everyone else stared at their shoes. Shirley’s tightly controlled, ragged sobs finally cut through their heated breaths. Heather pulled up her fallen shoulder strap, whining sweetly, “Why is big sister crying so loudly?” The man’s voice was a contemptuous sneer. “She cries because she still has hope. She wants my comfort. True despair is silent. Like when I lost my mother and child—I couldn’t even shed a tear.” Arm around Heather, Christopher walked away. As he passed Shirley, his low voice seemed to rise from hell itself. “This is your deserved retribution. Divorce? Don’t even dream of it.” The words were a final dagger, plunging into her already shattered heart. Everyone in Rivermouth knew the truth. Those ninety-nine divorce threats were a pathetic joke, proof of how desperately Shirley loved him. The fact it never happened in ninety-nine attempts was Christopher’s punishment for her betrayal. She remained slumped on the cold floor for a long time. Finally, with trembling fingers, she dialed her biological father.

I'm Luna Ashvale, and my relationship with Alpha Lucian Thorne has been a disaster. His childhood sweetheart, Vanessa, constantly stirs up drama, leading to our bond being broken eight times. Each time, Alpha Lucian chooses Vanessa over me, making empty promises to reunite. After the eighth break, I finally decide to leave. With the help of my professor and his son Mark, I move on, focusing on my career. Alpha Lucian becomes jealous when he sees me with Mark. Eventually, Vanessa goes crazy and stabs Alpha Lucian. Six months later, at a conference, I meet Alpha Lucian again. I'm now happily bonded to Mark, while he regrets his past actions.

Warning 🔞 "So wet for the enemy", he taunted, scissoring inside me and stretching my walls. I moaned, throwing my head back and riding his hand. When he withdrew his fingers, I moaned at the loss. Adrian took his fingers to his mouth and wiped off my juices. Fuck! _______ EROTICA COLLECTION!!! Sinful Desires (Volume 1) Ten dangerously addictive steamy romances that will leave you breathless. From enemies to lovers, bodyguard protectors, CEO obsessions, mafia claims, and passionate vacation affair, Sinful Desires Volume 1 brings together ten standalone romances filled with steam and unforgettable Passion. You'll meet... A bodyguard who can't stay professional. A CEO who risks his empire for an intern. A mafia boss who softens only for one woman A firefighter who turns healing into desire. And more. In the next collection, temptation becomes even more forbidden, desires become more dangerous, and love crosses lines it was never supposed to touch. If you thought Volume 1 was sinful, you're not ready for what comes next so get ready because the sins only grow darker from here... Stay tuned for Sinful Desires (Volume 2)

The notification on my phone screen was clinical, precise, and devastating. *Reservation Cancelled: Le Jardin, Table for Two. 7:00 PM.* Five years. Five years of marriage reduced to a digital dismissal. I sat in my car in the driveway, the engine cooling with a metallic tick that sounded like a dying clock. The house—our house—loomed ahead, windows glowing with a warmth that I knew didn't exist inside. My hand went to the stethoscope on the passenger seat, my fingers tracing the cold metal of the diaphragm. It was a habit, a grounding technique I’d perfected during residency. Touch the steel. Find the pulse.

Jade: Mi vida no era perfecta, pero seamos realistas ¿Quiénes tiene una vida perfecta? Nadie, esa es la respuesta, si creen que el dinero y el poder pueden solucionar todo, están muy equivocados, nunca supe lo que era tener frio, hambre y mucho menos miedo, con mi vida común y sencilla era feliz, hasta que un día todo se fue al infierno, una verdad salió a la luz y no solo rompió mi corazón, también el de mi padre o mejor dicho a quién yo consideraba un padre, el que me crio, y desde ese momento fue todo a peor, ahora resulta que soy una Bach, se supone que tendría dinero, poder, que me cuidarían, o eso se suponía, pero mi padre es Derek Bach y si él piensa que es el más terco, desconfiado y rencoroso de su familia, es porque aún no me conoce, dicen que de tal palo tal astilla, pues esta astilla es más dura que el mismo palo. Nunca fui supersticiosa, pero ahora no solo creo en el destino, también creo en las maldiciones y sobre mi pesa la de ser una Bach. Loan: Mi vida era perfecta tal como estaba, hasta que a mi padre se le antojo que yo debía ser su sucesor, el tigre blanco necesitaba un nuevo líder, pero eso supone regresar a China y yo me enamore de América, estaba dispuesto a renunciar a ser el líder, a dejar todo por mi novia, pero el día que le propuse matrimonio ella me abandono, con el corazón roto y el cuerpo lleno de alcohol tome una decisión estúpida, pero por casualidades de la vida ella me encontró, mi hermosa Jade me salvo, ¿cómo podría mirar para otro lado cuando mi hermano quiso lastimarla? no podía, quise salvarla, sin saber que la estaba arrastrando al mismo infierno, pero de algo estoy seguro, no me importa cuál sea su apellido, porque nadie puede contra el líder del tigre blanco y esta vez no dejare que la mujer que amo me abandone. — Lo lamento Jade, pero la única forma de que regreses a tu país es que me des un hijo, solo si accedes a darme un heredero nadie de la organización podrá dañarte, incluyendo a mi hermano. — Loan, acepte casarme contigo y acepte tener un hijo tuyo, solo llévame de una vez a la clínica de inseminación, China debe ser un país maravilloso, pero quiero regresar a mi tierra natal. — Primero debes firmar un contrato en el que sedes tus derechos como madre. — Si, lo que digas. — Y segundo… — ¿Que? — Nuestro hijo lo haremos como todo el mundo hace a los bebes. — Tú y yo… ¡¿sexo?! — Como conejos de ser preciso, mientras más pronto quedes en cinta, más pronto todo terminara.

At the family banquet welcoming the return of the true daughter, my wealthy adoptive parents publicly announced that I should transfer the shares in my name to the "wronged" true daughter. All the guests praised my parents for their fairness and congratulated the true daughter on her hardships finally coming to an end. Relatives gathered around to persuade me. "You enjoyed twenty years of wealth that should have belonged to her. Giving up the shares is the right thing to do. You should know how to be grateful." My husband Javier Andrews, married to me for only half a year, also stepped forward and gently advised me. "Michelle, this originally belonged to your sister. Give it back to her. From now on, I'll take care of you." Everyone praised him for his deep affection and commended my adoptive parents for their justice, waiting for me to put on a show of sisterly love. Instead, I picked up the red wine from the table, walked over to the pitiful-looking true daughter, and smiling, poured the wine over her head. The entire room erupted in shock. My adoptive father, Kaiden Walsh, trembled with rage, pointing at me and cursing. "You ungrateful wretch!" Javier looked utterly disappointed. "Are you really that jealous of her? Do you have to make such an ugly scene?" I casually set down the empty glass and said lightly. "Ugly? I think this color suits her quite well."

I smoothed the tablecloth for the third time, adjusting the crystal wine glasses until they caught the light just right. Sixty candles flickered on the chocolate cake I'd spent hours perfecting—Garrett's favorite, with extra pecans the way he liked. The dining room looked beautiful, if I dared say so myself. After forty years of marriage, I still wanted to create something special for him. "Maybe tonight will be different," I whispered to myself, tucking a strand of gray-streaked hair behind my ear. "Maybe tonight he'll see me again." I heard Garrett's key in the lock just as the roast finished cooking. My heart quickened as I hurried to the door, straightening my dress—the blue one he'd once said made my eyes look pretty, though he hadn't commented on anything I wore in years. "Happy birthday, Rose," he said, his voice oddly formal as he handed me a small wrapped box. No kiss. No hug.

After our parents died, my brothers were my protectors. That ended the day they brought home Faye, a fourteen-year-old orphan they treated like a fragile doll, while I became part of the furniture. They gave her my vintage saxophone, my promised trip to Paris, and dismissed my symphony-my life' s work-as "noise." The final betrayal happened in the library. Faye deliberately tore my master score to shreds. When I tried to stop her, she faked an injury, and my brothers took her side without hesitation. "You are a jealous, manipulative child," Clinton spat, before burning the rest of my symphony in front of my eyes. They told me to get out of their lives. So I did. I accepted a ten-year isolated fellowship and vanished. Now, I've returned as a world-renowned composer whose work saved millions. When my brothers, broken by regret, finally found me and begged me to come home, I gave them a calm, professional smile. "I'm sorry," I said. "Do I know you?"

'I'm Mommy's good boy,' he repeated. 'You really want to hear me beg?' He said, letting out a cheeky laugh. 'I want to cum so bad,' he said in between pants. 'Please...' 'Please what?' Another male voice sounded from behind me. I smiled, knowing who it is. I heard his footsteps and felt his eyes on me, making me shiver. He came into view on my right and walked over to Jackson, who looked flustered, looking between the two of us. I witnessed him revert back into submission so quickly; all the bratty behaviour was gone. That's my daddy. Michael placed his bag down and brought one knee on the bed, leaning down on Jackson. I watched in awe as he kissed him with much passion, and like every other time, I was in awe. Of their connection. I witnessed it firsthand, and it's the purest I've ever seen. Michael pulled back to look at me, winking with a knowing smirk as he looked down at our conjoined bodies. 'Tell Mommy what you want, baby.' He turned to Jackson, who whimpered under the control of two Doms. 'Come on, beg for it, love,' Jackson was panting with need. 'Please me, Mommy...' After a tragic but not so tragic divorce between Samantha Dixon-Pitt and Martin Pitt, Michael and Jackson are ready to welcome a third party into their relationship. Restricted by friendship and Samantha's marriage, they are ready to take the next step.

On my wedding night, I was drugged and betrayed by the very people who were supposed to protect me. And then, I fell into the arms of a stranger, unconscious yet feeling every single sigh. Three years later, I'm a nanny trying to rebuild my life, only to discover that my new boss, who is rarely at home, is the same billionaire from that night. The man whose face no one has seen, but whose name never leaves the lips of the public. And the little girl he is raising? She is the baby I was told had died.

For eight years, Sophia devoted her life to Nathan Kingsley—the cold, ambitious CEO who once promised her the world. She believed love could grow from loyalty. But when an accident nearly claims her life, Sophia wakes in a hospital only to be told by her husband to abort their unborn child. His reason? Isabella, the woman from his past, has returned. Suddenly, Sophia’s world crumbles. Isabella moves into their home. Nathan strips Sophia of her dignity, forcing her to serve at his corporate gala, mocking their marriage in front of the elite. And when Sophia tries to prove the baby is his, he humiliates her once more—choosing lies over the truth, cruelty over compassion. Then comes the final blow: the loss of their child. Alone, heartbroken, and left with nothing, Sophia uncovers the devastating truth—her marriage was a calculated betrayal, and Nathan's love was always a lie. But from the ashes of her ruin, a new woman is born. Sophia won't beg. She won’t break. She will rise.

Sera was the obedient, spoiled Hollywood socialite of the Beaumont family, completely devoted to her fiancé, Ethan. But her life ended in a freezing Eastern European warehouse, chained to a damp concrete floor. Right before she died, her captors shoved the transfer documents in her face. Ethan had sold her to human traffickers to cover his massive underground gambling debts. While she suffered in absolute hell, her adoptive mother went on national television. She squeezed out fake tears, publicly framing Sera for stealing family funds and eloping with a secret lover. Sera's reputation was completely destroyed, and she was left to die a miserable, agonizing death in the dark. She didn't understand why her family treated her like a disposable piece of trash. She understood even less how the man who promised to marry her could hand her over to monsters without a second thought. When she opened her eyes again, the biting cold and heavy iron chains were gone. She was back five years in the past. She was lying on a hotel bed, her limbs heavy with date-rape drugs, while a predatory Hollywood director hovered inches from her face. It was the exact "exclusive audition" Ethan had arranged to exploit her for the very first time. Sera didn't scream. With lethal, practiced precision, she shattered the director's wrist and brought a heavy crystal ashtray down on his skull. The bleeding man collapsed onto the carpet and whimpered. "Ethan promised... he said you'd be compliant..." Staring at his pathetic face, a cold, predatory smile stretched across Sera's lips. This time, she was going to systematically dismantle their lives.

"You look like her... but you're not her. Are you?" Nina never asked for this life. But when the powerful Whitlock family offers her a chance to wipe her family's generational debt in exchange for one thing-becoming their dead daughter-she says yes. Now, she lives in Adelaide Whitlock's mansion. Sleeps in her bed. Wears her clothes. Even answers to her name. All she has to do is fool everyone-Adelaide's icy parents, the ruthless elite ruling the six families, and worst of all... the two men who knew Adelaide best. Axel, the perfect fiancé who seems too loyal to be true. Nathan, the forbidden flame who stirs up feelings Nina should not be having. But as Nina digs deeper into Adelaide's past, cracks start to show. Memories don't line up. Secrets bubble beneath the surface. And the biggest twist? Adelaide's ghost-figuratively or not-refuses to stay buried. Now, Nina must choose: Keep the illusion alive... or destroy it before it destroys her. But what happens when ghost you're replacing refuses to stay dead ?

For eighteen years, Arielle was raised in a cramped trailer park, treated as nothing more than a walking blood bag to keep her sick sister, Kimora, breathing. But today, her adoptive family hurled her belongings into a muddy pothole and kicked her out into the freezing rain. "Get the hell out, you ungrateful parasite! You'll rot in the gutter!" Kimora’s wealthy biological mother threw a check at her chest, warning her to stay away, while Kimora stepped out of a Porsche to mock her in the mud, flaunting her upcoming violin solo at Lincoln Center. They didn't care that Arielle was the one locked in a basement, forced to write that very violin piece until her fingers bled. They had drained eight hundred milliliters of her blood every month to keep up the illusion of Kimora's health, and now that they were done using her, they threw her away like garbage. Did they really think she was just a fragile, broken country girl who would starve without them? They had no idea she was a top-tier hacker who had just frozen a third of their offshore assets with a single keystroke. As a massive, armored Maybach pulled up to take her back to her true bloodline—the ultra-wealthy Chandler empire—and her terrifyingly powerful billionaire fiancé, Arielle wiped the mud from her face. Manhattan was waiting, and she was going to burn their world to the ground.

Tim Mercer has always been alone. Awkward in conversation and uncomfortable in crowds, he spends most nights inside his small apartment with only his cat and the glow of a television for company. Until the night the power goes out. Bored and curious, Tim pulls an old Ouija board from a dusty closet and asks the darkness if anyone is there. Something answers. She calls herself Serenity, a beautiful woman trapped between worlds. At first, she is gentle. Comforting. Everything Tim has ever wished someone could be, but every night she visits, Tim grows weaker. Serenity isn't looking for love, she's feeding.

I secretly enrolled in a classified national program without informing my husband, Elijah, who happens to be our team's leader. Initially, he didn't think much of it. He merely assumed I had become more compliant. Even when he decided to give a promotion opportunity from the organization to his first love, I remained unfazed. Then he proposed transferring the property meant for me to Paisley, his first love, and asked me to help raise her child. I agreed with a smile, my eyes briefly flickering to the notification of my successful application in my hand. Elijah frowned slightly and warned, "Don't try any tricks. If you change your mind, I'll divorce you immediately!" Feigning concern, I asked, "But if the house goes to her, where will I live?" "The organization has assigned me another place, hasn’t it? Paisley and her kid have a tough life; show some compassion!" Hearing his cold words, I couldn't help but feel a secret satisfaction. With his generous nature, he might be open to donating all his assets to the Heartland Welfare Foundation, right?

She was the sacrifice-married off to the city's most ruthless billionaire to save a family that never loved her. But when she discovered his betrayal with her own sister, everything shattered. Pregnant, penniless, and abandoned, Bella Hart disappeared into the night, vowing never to be powerless again. Few years later, she returns as the CEO of an international empire, more powerful than anyone imagined possible. Her secret weapon? The little boy with piercing grey eyes who calls her "Mommy, he is the son of the man who destroyed her. Caleb Black spent years drowning in regret, searching for the wife he threw away. Now she's back, untouchable and unforgiving. He'll do anything to reclaim what he lost his wife, his son, his chance at redemption. But Bella didn't return to forgive, she returned to conquer. With enemies circling, old wounds bleeding, and a passion that refuses to die, Bella must decide: Will she let the man who broke her back into her heart? Or will she destroy him the way he once destroyed her? In a world of billion-dollar deals and deadly secrets, love is the most dangerous gamble of all.

Frieda married Dewitt believing he was just a struggling middle-manager, living in a cramped apartment with only seventy-two dollars left to her name. She had no idea her cold husband was actually a ruthless billionaire running a cruel psychological test on her. Convinced she might be a gold digger, Dewitt gave her a meager allowance, keeping the divorce papers ready the moment she showed any greed. While Dewitt secretly judged her every move, Frieda suffered endlessly. At her toxic workplace, she was relentlessly bullied by her arrogant in-laws and mocked for her scuffed shoes. Even after she risked her life to protect his grandmother from an armed mugger and exposed her own hidden tech genius, her coworkers still treated her like trailer-park trash. They cornered her on the street, pointing fingers in her face. "You are a shameless, gold-digging whore! A billionaire would never want you!" She endured the humiliation, having just rejected a priceless no-limit black card from his family out of pure principle. She truly believed she and her husband were fighting through poverty together. She had no idea her "poor" husband was watching her every struggle from the tinted windows of a hidden Maybach across the street. But when her bullies finally pushed too far and raised a hand to strike her, the icy wall around the billionaire's heart completely shattered. Dewitt tore up the divorce papers, his eyes turning pitch black with murderous rage. "If anyone ever raises a hand to her again, break it."

In Two Mistresses, One Husband, betrayal erupts in glittering Manhattan ballrooms and behind the glass walls of penthouses. Follow Elena Sterling as she uncovers her husband Daniel’s web of lies, confronts his ruthless mistress Sophie, and battles his cold, calculating mother—all while protecting the unborn child that could unravel the Sterling dynasty. The first chapters pull you into a world of wealth, deceit, and shattered illusions, where loyalty is an illusion and survival demands strength.

The email from Bellevue Birth Center glowed on my phone screen, the words blurring as I read them again. I blinked, hoping the message would somehow change, but the clinical language remained unchanged: 'Dear Mrs. Cross, We regret to inform you that your husband has declined payment for your upcoming delivery services, citing budgetary constraints. Please contact our billing department to make alternative arrangements.' My hand instinctively moved to my swollen belly, feeling the gentle kick of my baby—our baby—as if she too sensed something was wrong. Eight months pregnant, and suddenly I was scrambling to secure a safe place to give birth. I took a deep breath, trying to calm the tightness forming in my chest. The familiar warning signs of an asthma attack hovered at the edges of my consciousness, but I pushed them away. Not now. I dialed Nathan's number, counting the rings. One.

Rhea Hale, a young art restorer at the old Elaria gallery, lives a life of near-perfect calm-canvases, colors, and classical symphonies that fill her every day. But when she touches a mysterious painting titled The Moon Painting, something inside her begins to shift. Strange visions, eyes watching from the fog, and wild emotions she can't explain slowly start to unravel her peaceful world. Across the city, Kaelan Viero-the national hockey team's captain-carries the charm and composure of a champion. But beneath the arena lights and public spotlight, there's a side of him he never shows... until his eyes lock with a stranger's in the stands. That brief moment sparks something long buried. And from then on, neither of their lives remains the same. "One glance started it all. And after that... there was no turning back."

"You're shaking?" Lucy's breath caught as Caleb's deep voice wrapped around her. "I-I'm sorry, sir... this isn't right" she whispered, not daring to look up. "You don't have anything to worry about," he murmured, stepping closer. "I will protect you, just be obedient." --- Lucy never expected crying outside a locked audition room to change her life. But when the cold, untouchable CEO of Sinclair Studios secretly gave her a chance, she found herself on screen and in his sights. The more Lucy rises in the industry, the more Caleb seems to appear, watching, guiding... claiming. But Caleb isn't single. His girlfriend, Theresa, is an A-list actress who won't let some rookie take her place... not on screen, and definitely not in Caleb's heart. When passion turns possessive and the cameras keep rolling, Lucy must choose: keep her head down and protect her career, or fall for the man who could destroy everything she's built.