Her Dangerous Distraction
Amara Daniels doesn't believe in destiny or happy endings; having survived from the dark shadows of her past, her life no longer has room for mistakes or attractive billionaires like Ethan Cole.
Ethan enters her life with his charming persistence, and she becomes worried after he meets her four-year-old son, her past that she has carefully buried.
He is her dangerous distraction.
But their chemistry conceals shocking secrets and connecting fates - that might either bring them together or set them apart forever. In a game where hearts and careers collide, can she have it all or will passion cost her everything?
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Chapter 2
After the night I had, the first thing I did was get the cab to stop at a pharmacy. I realized I was careless, maybe because it was my first time, but I didn't want that night to leave any lasting harm.
"Do you have the 72-hour pill?" I asked the attendant, snacking on a chocolate bar, a 40-plus-old woman giving me a judging look.
I know I probably have the walk of shame look, but I don't care. I have made choices over the years, and last night was also a choice that I had to accept.
"That will be 20 dollars, miss," she said with a mocking look. I used it immediately and went back to my school apartment, where Julian and I share.
I slumped onto my bed, my whole body aching, a testament to the intriguing night I had and there I slept off the ache and memories.
Two weeks after my graduation, I was set to start my work internship at a corporate organization, which was my launch into building the career of my dreams.
Amara, are you ready for what comes next? Julian asked, his voice brimming with excitement as we took pictures together. I made sure to capture moments with my certificate magna cum laude in finance, a testament to my efforts and hard work over the years.
"Yes! I am so ready," I shouted right back with excitement.
After taking more pictures in the school field with my course mates and professors, we headed out to a small diner to celebrate with some of our friends.
"Let's order a seafood platter and get drunk to celebrate. We totally deserve it," Julian stated in his usual fun-loving, sanguine manner.
"But of course, we can," I replied. My friend Bella and Taylor nodded in agreement. By the time the meal was delivered to our table, we had taken two shots to quench our thirst.
Suddenly, I felt an overwhelming urge to throw up. I had thought it was the drinks, so I held it in and dug into the seafood feast, but after two bites, the crabs could no longer control the urge, so I had to speedily run to the diner's restroom and throw up everything I had in my tummy. It was horrible.
"Hey girl, are you okay?" Julian called from the restroom door, and Bella came in, rubbing my back.
"How are you feeling, Amara?" Bella asked with concern apparent in her voice.
I couldn't answer as I was still puking bile from my guts.
By the time the nausea stopped, I felt weak all over, reminding me of the cold I had had a week ago. I was in bed all through the pre-graduation week, and I could not participate in any of the activities. Luckily, I recovered early enough to attend graduation.
"I will just go home, Bella, maybe my cold is back," I told her after I recovered a bit.
By the time I rinsed off, and we stepped out of the restroom, I saw the worry etched on Julian's face and the chagrin smile on Taylor's. I wondered why she was looking at me with weird eyes, but I ignored her. Julian ordered a cab, and we went home.
By the following morning, I was awake again, throwing up fiercely; it was like it wouldn't end. By this time, I knew I needed to see a doctor.
By the time I got to the hospital, I was weak all over and thought I was dying. This was obviously not the plan. I had just graduated at 24 after struggling to come out from the shadows of my past.
"So, doctor, what am I dying of?" I asked, staring at the middle-aged doctor.
"Ha-ha, young lady, you are so funny," he laughed, then continued, "You are not dying, but rather, congratulations are in order.
You are pregnant, and you will need to take good care of yourself from now on."
I could not stop myself. I screamed out, stunned, "Pregnant!"
It was as if a bell rang loudly in my head, pregnant? How, with whom? Where? When? And just like that, my mind flashed back to my one-night stand with the mysterious Ethan at the party weeks back.
I could not help myself, so I asked, "But doctor, how is this possible? The last time I used the 72-hour pill, did that not work to prevent pregnancy?"
"Oh, lady, yes, it does work, but sometimes your body might reject the pill, making it ineffective, especially if it was your first use, or you caught a cold using multiple antibiotics that counteract it."
"Besides, the primary function of the pill is to delay or prevent ovulation, so if ovulation has occurred already, it may be too late to prevent fertilization."
By the time I left the doctor's office, I didn't know where I was or how I would pursue my dreams.
A baby was the last thing right now. I never even thought I would ever have a child, judging from my horrible experience and financial challenges growing up.
Now, I am at this point, not knowing what else to do.
Just one night of recklessness has changed the trajectory of my plans, but I am Amara, and I go after my dreams regardless of setbacks and failures. I might be late, but I never lose.
I will never give up, and no man or mistake can derail me.
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9.4
I stood before the heavy oak door with a positive pregnancy test burning a hole in my pocket, ready to tell the Underboss, Anthony Holden, that his legacy was secured.
But before I could turn the handle, I heard his twin brother laughing from inside.
"She screams your name, not mine. It is a little insulting, brother," Emmanuel mocked.
"Three years of celibacy for the alliance while you play with my toy," Anthony sighed. "I deserve a medal."
My world shattered. For three years, I thought I was the exception to their violence, but I had been sleeping with a monster in the dark.
When I kicked the door open, Bianca House—my high school tormentor—was sitting there like a queen.
"Happy anniversary, Erica," she sneered. "You were just a placeholder for the territory deal."
They didn't stop there. They took my dignity, and then they took my life.
At a dinner intended to show unity, they watched me choke on peanuts. Anthony looked me in the eye and used my EpiPen on Bianca’s fake faint while I suffocated on the floor.
They threw my grandmother’s ashes off a balcony just to watch me scream. They pushed me into traffic to ensure I’d be a compliant prop for their wedding.
They killed the baby in my womb.
They thought they had broken me. They thought I was just a nurse, a civilian, a loose end.
But on the day of the wedding, I wasn't in the pews.
I was on a bus out of state, hacking the church's livestream.
As the priest began to speak, I replaced the image of the cross with the video of their confession.
I watched their empire crumble from a cracked phone screen, leaving the monsters behind to find a man who would actually burn the world for me.
9.6
I spent our third anniversary alone in our penthouse, adjusting a white rose and waiting for a man who didn't want to come home. When my fiancé, Chris Osborne, finally arrived, he didn't notice the 1982 Lafite or the dinner I’d prepared. He looked at me with disgust, calling my desire for a wedding date "pressure" before storming out to a private club.
I followed him, hiding behind a marble pillar at The Vault as I recorded his voice on my phone. He was laughing with his friends about a $20 million bet. He called me a "boring ice queen" and a "marble statue," explaining that he only needed to keep me around until the merger closed so he could steal my shares and "cut me loose." To make it worse, my own father was in on it, prioritizing his stock price over his daughter's life.
Broken and barefoot in a torrential Manhattan downpour, I sought refuge at the Four Seasons. I collapsed into the arms of a tall, dangerous-looking stranger and begged him to take me upstairs. I wanted to be erased, to forget the transaction my life had become. After a night of salt and desperation, I left my engagement ring on his nightstand as payment for services rendered and fled.
The next morning, I realized I had jumped from the frying pan into the furnace. My "stranger" wasn't a nobody. He was Gallagher Osborne—the ruthless patriarch of the family and my fiancé’s uncle. He tracked me to a private clinic, trapping me in a room while holding my medical file and the ring I’d discarded. He told me I was his now, and that he’d dismantle Chris piece by piece if I didn't comply.
I was a piece of currency to my father, a bet to my fiancé, and a prize to his uncle. I had no allies, no escape, and no mercy left. I realized that being the "perfect daughter" had only made me a target. If they wanted to play games with the "Ice Queen," I decided to give them a frostbite they would never forget.
I trashed my art gallery, backdated a diagnosis for a psychotic break, and sent a cryptic suicide note to Chris. As Gallagher watched from the shadows and Chris panicked over his investment, I began the process of scorching the earth. The merger was still happening, but I wasn't the bride anymore—I was the wrecking ball.
8.6
Lilac Stone once wanted nothing more than being unnoticed. But everything changed the moment she met Adrian Cole, the new lecturer.
He's distant and completely off-limits. She's quiet, guarded, and unprepared for the way he sees right through her.
What begins as harmless conversations after class quickly turns into something far more dangerous-something neither of them can stop no matter how hard they try.
But then they're living in a world where rules are meant to be followed, and their connection is one line they were never supposed to cross.
Whispers turn to accusations. Secrets are exposed. Their futures are at risk.
They are merely two opposites-a lecturer and a student, a male and a female-but they are bound to destroy each other as long as they are huddled in one space at the same time.
What then can they choose: forfeit their futures and embrace their happiness, or let the latter slip while keeping their careers intact?
8.5
In a world grown dry with doubt and division, three weary souls set out on a journey that will awaken a miracle.
When Daniel, a humble preacher marked by loss, follows a whisper of faith into the desolate lands, he is joined by Isabella - steadfast, luminous, and unafraid to believe when all seems barren - and Elise, a seeker torn between light and shadow. Together, they carry the covenant of a living river - one that flows not only through the earth, but through the human heart.
From the rebirth of Willow Creek to the awakening of forgotten cities, The Everflow traces a breathtaking pilgrimage of renewal and redemption. But as the river spreads, so too does resistance - from powers that fear the tide of grace and the breaking of old chains. Through storms and silence, fire and flow, Daniel and his companions learn that the greatest battle is not against the desert without, but the drought within.
Told in luminous prose and steeped in spiritual symbolism, The Everflow is a sweeping saga of faith, unity, and the unyielding strength of divine love. It is a story for every heart that has ever felt dry - and for every soul still longing to remember that the river never truly stopped flowing.
When faith becomes a current, hope a journey, and love the water that carries us home - the Everflow begins.
7.2
SYNOPSIS:
"I spent ten years scrubbing your floors, Greene. Tonight, you'll scrub mine."
Elara Vance has always been the pride the Republic until she ran away from home, fell in love with Greene Jones, a man who treated her like dirt and discarded her like she was never the girl the entire Republic feared because of her strong dominating pheromones.
Now she's back after twelve years to serve revenge to Greene Jones like a hot dish in a way that he will pay for every act meted out on her for twelve years. But things wasn't going to go as planned as she meets Silas, the handsome bulky head of her father's security but a recessive omega of her past that she has totally forgotten but now wears a new stance as her bodyguard, recognized by the entire republic as an Alpha, and her perfect chosen mate, Calvin; ruining the comeback and revenge she planned out for herself and now she has to think about saving and claiming her mate, Silas while navigating and protecting the seat meant for her.
The real question becomes; will Calvin ever allow her take all it took him twelve years to build?
THEME: The true definition of power. Is it found in the biological dominance of an Alpha, or in the resilience of an Omega who survived in the lion's den?
7.1
For ten years, my family kept me locked away, forcing me to play the part of a broken, mentally unstable girl. They controlled me with sedatives and treated me like a ghost in my own home, a prisoner in a gilded cage.
But I had a secret. I was a world-famous anonymous artist with a hidden fortune, and I had an escape plan. On the day of my cousin's wedding, my rebellion was accidentally witnessed by a dangerous stranger who saw the predator beneath my fragile mask.
To silence him, I dragged him into a dark closet. The encounter turned raw and reckless, a violent collision I used as the perfect cover for my escape. I vanished with a new name and a one-way ticket to a new life, leaving him with nothing but a bloodstain and the bitter taste of betrayal.
I thought I was free, that I had successfully buried the girl I was forced to be and the man I was forced to use.
Three months later, on a superyacht in Monaco, he found me. He wasn't just some wealthy guest; he was the ruthless head of a powerful crime syndicate, and I was trapped in his private penthouse. He locked the door, his eyes black with possessive rage.
"The game is over," he whispered. "This time, you're not running."