Her secret His Obsession

One night changed everything. Adrian Blackwell, a powerful young CEO, was saved from a very dangerous situation by a mysterious girl whose face he never truly saw. She disappeared before he could thank her, leaving only a delicate necklace behind,a reminder of a night he could never forget. Months later, fate brings them together again when Isla Hart walks into his office for a job interview. Sparks ignite instantly, tension lingers and a connection none of them could explain grows stronger. But their pasts remain kept in secret, memories are a bit blurry, and the necklace is the only clue to the truth. As ambition, desire, and mystery meet together, Adrian and Isla are forced to confront what they once lost and what they never fully understood. Can love survive when forgiveness is needed, secrets are uncovered, and reconciliation seems impossible? Or will the truths that finally surface change everything they thought they knew about each other and themselves?

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Chapter 5

CHAPTER 5

The morning sun put a glow through the glass walls of SL Enterprises, showing off polished steel desks and perfectly aligned monitors.

Isla Hart adjusted her blazer for the third time and took a deep breath. Today was another day of going through schedules, emails, and office politics and she was determined to survive it with composure.

Her phone buzzed with a text from Maya, "How is my superstar today? Don't let them eat you alive ."

Isla smiled, typing back quickly, "Surviving,barely. But I'm trying not to fall into Sophia's traps today."

Almost on cue, Sophia walked past her desk in a wave of designer perfume and confidence, her heels clicking so loud.

"Well, well, Ms. Hart," Sophia's voice sounded across the office. "Still here, still breathing. Impressive."

Isla forced a polite smile, straightening her posture. "I always manage," she replied smoothly, though her heart skipped a bit at the audacity in Sophia's tone.

Victoria, passing just behind, shot Sophia a sharp glare that could have turned ice into fire. "One day, Sophia," she hissed, "your confidence will outrun your judgment."

Sophia laughed lightly, ignoring the warning, and rested against a glass wall. "Victoria, darling, it's just a bit of fun. We all need it."

Isla watched the two of them in silence, a little bit amused.

It was like watching two storm fronts collide ,one hard, one fiery and she was caught in between it.

"Careful," Charles whispered as he leaned near her desk, a smirk forming at his lips. "Observation is key in this office. Learn to read them, or you will be swept up before you even notice."

"I think I'm learning," Isla murmured, drinking her coffee. "Slowly, but surely."

Ethan, appearing behind her with a mischievous smile, touched her shoulder. "You handled Sophia like a pro this morning. Smooth and composed. I'm impressed."

Isla's cheeks reddened. "Thanks. I just want to do my job well."

"Of course," he said, leaning freely on her desk. "But admit it,you are enjoying the quarrels a little, aren't you?"

She laughed quietly, shaking her head. "Maybe just a little."

By late afternoon, Adrian appeared again, stopping just short of Isla's desk. "Are the files ready for the afternoon meeting?" he asked, his voice calm, but carrying authority that made her breath quicken.

"Yes, sir. Everything is well organized," Isla said, placing the neatly stacked folders on his desk.

"Good," he replied, watching her with that unreadable gaze. "I expect nothing less than good works. You understand?"

"Yes, sir," she whispered.

Sophia's heels clicked sharply across the polished floors as she approached Adrian's desk once again.

"Darling, are you sure you don't need me in that meeting? I promise I won't distract you so much."

Adrian didn't respond immediately, his eyes looking at her before returning to Isla.

There was something in the way he looked at her that made her heart skip a beat . A quiet acknowledgment, maybe even admiration, but it was just tiny.

As the office packed down for the day, Isla's phone buzzed. Maya's name lit up the screen.

"Isla, You won't believe the drama I just heard about," Maya said excitedly as soon as Isla answered.

"Drama?" Isla raised an eyebrow, settling into the chair.

"Yes,Sophia again. She apparently told everyone she could manage Adrian better than anyone else," Maya said, laughing. "Girl, you have to tell me how you survived that."

"I managed to stay polite," Isla said with a soft laugh. "Barely."

"You are amazing, Isla. And don't forget to call your mum tonight, okay? I know you have been busy with work, but she misses you."

"I will, Maya. I promise," Isla said, feeling a longing for home and family. She made a mental note to call her mother once she returned to her apartment.

Later that evening, back in her small city apartment, Isla dialed her mother's number. The familiar voice filled her ears with warmth.

"Hello, my daughter! How is the city treating you?" her mother asked cheerfully.

"It's busy," Isla replied, smiling softly. "But I'm managing. And I'm learning a lot."

"That's my girl," her mother said proudly. "And the job? Is it everything you dreamed of?"

"It's more than I expected," Isla admitted. "I like it and the people are interesting."

Her mother laughed. "Just don't let any trouble catch you, okay?"

"I won't," Isla promised, putting her phone under her chin.

After the call ended, Isla sat quietly, thinking about the office, Adrian, Sophia, Victoria, Marcus, Ethan, Charles and her necklace she still couldn't find.

She had no idea that everything she had yet to experience would be tied to that very necklace , and that in a few weeks, the discovery of it would change everything.

But for now, she let herself smile, drink her coffee, and feel the air of a day she survived, friendships bonding, rivalries simmering, and hearts quietly moving in ways she didn't yet understand.

Hours later, just as Isla was about to settle under her blanket and rest, a faint vibration buzzed on her phone.

A message.

From an unknown number.

Her brows raised as she reached for her phone, her heart beating once.

Unknown Number:Did you check your desk drawer today?

Isla sat up instantly.

Her drawer?

She opened it in the morning but not again after lunch.

Her fingers moved above the screen before she typed,

Isla: Who is this?

No reply.

She stared at her screen for a few seconds, waiting but nothing else came in.

"Probably a prank," she muttered under her breath, trying to remove the uneasy feeling moving up her spine.

But she couldn't shake it off.

Not the message.

Not the timing.

She forced herself to lie down, but sleep refused to come easily.

The next morning, Isla arrived earlier than usual. The office was still quiet, the lights dimmed, the air cold. She walked to her desk with very fast steps, pulled her chair out, and hesitated before opening the drawer.

Inside,nothing unusual.

Pens, sticky notes, her notepad,everything in neat order.

But something seemed off.

Her notepad had been moved.

Her pens weren't positioned the way she left them.

And the faint scent ,someone else's perfume was in the air.

She closed the drawer slowly.

Then, quietly she said to herself,"Someone was at my desk."

The realization tightened her stomach.

Sophia walked in moments later, singing dramatically loud.

"Oh, wow, Ms. Hart. Early today? What's the special occasion?" she asked, putting her bag on isla desk.

"Just wanted to get things done early," Isla replied with a smile that didn't reach her eyes.

Sophia smirked as if she knew something.

"I hope your drawer is in order," she whispered, walking past going to Adrain office.

Isla froze.

Sophia looked over her shoulder, smiling sweetly , too sweetly ,before turning the corner.

Was that a coincidence?

Or had Sophia said that on purpose?

Isla's pulse pounded against her chest..

Adrian arrived much later, his entrance shifting the entire atmosphere like a silent force. He didn't greet anyone immediately. His eyes scanned the room with precision before landing briefly on Isla.

"You are quite early,Ms. Hart" he said as he approached.

"Yes, sir. I had a few things to catch up on."

Adrian studied her for a moment. Not her outfit. Not her desk.

Her eyes.

"You seem not yourself," he said, voice lower than usual.

"I'm fine," Isla lied.

Adrian's gaze dropped for a moment, then returned, sharper this time.

He didn't push further.

But he knew.

She could feel that he knew.

"See me in my office before the meeting," he said finally.

"Yes, sir."

Minutes later, Isla walked into Adrian's office, her hands slightly sweaty. Adrian was already seated, flipping through documents, but his attention shifted the moment she stepped inside.

"You look bothered," he said, eyes narrowing slightly. "Is someone giving you trouble?"

Isla's breath caught.

"No, sir. Everything is fine."

Adrian leaned back, observing her with unsettling calmness.

"You can tell me if something is wrong," he said smoothly. "I don't like surprises in my office. Or with my staff."

Before Isla could respond, the door burst open.

Victoria.

She held her tablet but her expression was tight, almost breathless.

"Sir, we have a problem," she announced.

Adrian didn't react outwardly. "Speak."

Victoria's eyes flickered briefly at Isla before she said:

"It's the security team. They found something in the overnight footage."

Isla felt a chill.

Adrian's brows lowered. "What exactly?"

Victoria took a breath.

"Someone tried hacking the computer and deleting the Corporate deal."

Adrian's jaw tightened. "Which computer and who?"

Victoria hesitated.

Then her eyes moved toward Isla, not accusing but uncertain.

"They couldn't identify the person. But" she paused, swallowing, "the person was around Isla's wing of the office, and it was her computer"

Isla's blood ran cold.

"My,my wing, my computer?" she whispered.

Victoria nodded. "Yes."

Adrian turned his gaze toward Isla slowly. His expression unreadable. But his voice?

Calm. Controlled. Dangerous.

"Isla," he said, "did you notice anything unusual at your desk today?"

Isla's heart slammed painfully.

Should she mention the message?

Should she talk about her drawer?

Her lips parted,but no words came.

Adrian stood. "Victoria, clear my schedule. Isla, stay after the meeting."

Isla nodded shakily.

Sophia watched from outside the glass office, her smirk growing sharper.

She loved chaos.

But this was more than chaos.

Someone was playing a game.

And Isla was right in the center of it.

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She was the daughter of a monster. He was the brother of a ghost. And their love was never supposed to exist. Sama Arthur has spent her entire life locked away in a golden cage—an Omega born to a cruel kingpin who saw her as a pawn, not a person. The only man who ever showed her kindness died for it. So she ran. She bled. She disappeared. Now she lives under a stolen name, with trembling hands and nightmares she hides behind lipstick and laughter. But monsters have long memories. And so does Dean Wason. Dean is an Alpha forged in blood, trained to kill, and fueled by one thing—revenge. His younger brother was executed with a bullet to the head. The killer walked free. Now Dean wants to break him—but not with bullets. With heartbreak. With suffering. With the thing his enemy loves most. So he hunts Sama. He stalks her. Finds her. But when he finally sees the terrified woman dancing under neon lights, he doesn’t see a target. He sees something twisted and broken. Something like him. And that changes everything. She’s supposed to die. He’s supposed to walk away. But obsession is a wildfire—and neither of them is safe. What starts as a trap turns into a war of dominance and surrender, secrets and scars. Dean wants to hate her. Sama wants to survive him. But desire is betrayal. And love? Love is lethal. When lies unravel and the truth cuts deep, Sama learns that Dean isn’t just the man who could destroy her—he’s the only one who ever truly saw her. And Dean? He realizes that the woman who ruined his mission is the only one who ever understood his pain. But in a world built on violence and vengeance, can two broken souls ever deserve a second chance? --- Dangerous Game- Love in the Strangest Place is not a fairytale. It’s a firestorm of heartbreak, heat, and healing. A story of what happens when love grows from the ashes of ruin. Read it if you crave: Obsessive, dangerous alphas Dark, twisted slow-burn romance Damaged heroines who refuse to stay down Love that bruises, bleeds, and still survives Once you enter their world, there’s no going back. And maybe… you won’t want to.

Mafia Modern Romance

9.7

Discarded Wife, Powerful Heiress Rises

9.7

I walked in on my husband caressing his pregnant mistress' s belly. In my own home. But the real betrayal wasn't his affair. It was when he, his mother, and even my own parents declared my pregnancy a "complication" that needed to be erased for a multi-billion-dollar merger. They locked me in my penthouse and dragged me to a clinic. My own mother and father sold me out for a check, signing off on the procedure to get rid of my baby. "It's time to cleanse the bloodline," my mother-in-law said as they held me down. As the needle went into my arm, I felt my child, the one I'd prayed for, being stolen from me. They didn't just break my heart; they murdered my baby. But they didn't know who I really was. Rescued by my true family-the powerful Pittmans-I learned I wasn't a discarded wife. I was a kidnapped heiress. And now, I will use every bit of my power to make them pay for the child they took from me.

Billionaire Modern Romance

7.0

He Chose Power, I Chose Love

7.0

I sacrificed my career as a violinist to save my fiancé, Graham, in a car crash that shattered my hand. For five years, I endured the pain and supported his political ambitions, believing in the future we planned to build around an old, historic theater. That future ended when I overheard him with his campaign manager, Kassidy. He was selling our theater to fund his campaign, dismissing my sacrifice as a mere "distraction." He called me a "drowned rat" one day, then posted a picture with Kassidy the next, captioned "#PowerCouple." He denied me money for a new physical therapy treatment, claiming the budget was tight, only to buy her an "exquisite" gift. He called her his "best asset." I was just a liability. My sacrifice wasn't an act of love to him; it was a "choice" I made that he now held over my head. So on the night of his career-defining gala, when he thought I was at home waiting for him, I prepared my own opening night. At the very theater he tried to steal from me.

Action Modern Romance

9.6

If you and I cannot escape the sea of sin

9.6

Chapter 1 I’ve always loved dogs, so when I was a child, Grandfather placed a leash in my hand. He told me the boy technically my uncle, Anthony, would be my pet. From that day on, I learned to swing the whip. Laughing, I lashed him until he bled, all the while respectfully calling him Uncle. Later, the dog broke its chains and turned on its master. In public, I remained the unassailable heiress of the Jessica empire. In private, late at night, he would grip my throat, force me to my knees, and demand to know when I’d give him a child. I took it all in silence. Until the day I learned I was pregnant—and overheard him soothing his long-lost first love. “Marry me,” he said. “I’ll deal with Jessica so she won’t be in your way.” My fingers found the scar on my arm. No heartbreak, just the quiet tally of a countdown. When the seventh mark appeared, I would be free of him for good. --- My drifting consciousness snapped back as Anthony’s ragged breathing slowly eased. We clung to each other like any ordinary couple, limbs tangled. A flicker of warmth stirred in my chest. I opened my mouth to speak, but a sharp ringtone cut me off. Anthony snatched up his phone. Seeing the caller ID, he pulled out of me at once and answered, his voice softening. “Grace, what’s wrong?” Grace—Anthony’s long-lost first love, the girl who’d saved his life years ago. The woman he’d spent tens of millions wooing with flowers, yachts, and starlit villas. The one he’d proposed to ten times. Ice water poured over me, washing away every lingering trace of pleasure. I stayed silent. I swallowed the words that had almost spilled out in the heat of the moment— *I’m almost a month along.* “Anthony,” Grace’s wounded voice came through the speaker, “you went to see Jessica again, didn’t you?” His body still carried the heat of desire, but his eyes turned cold as they flicked toward me. Gently, he soothed her: “She’s just a bitch. If you don’t like it, I won’t touch her again.” Whatever Grace said next, Anthony didn’t bother lowering his voice as he headed for the bathroom. “Be good. Just say you’ll marry me, and I’ll deal with Jessica immediately. I won’t let her be an eyesore for you.” My heart plummeted. Ignoring the ache in my back and legs, I slid out of bed, wiped the sticky wetness from my skin, and curled up on the rug at the foot of the bed. I dragged the blanket over my naked body, trying to steal back a little warmth. A memory surfaced: eight years ago, after Anthony had tried to run from the Jessica family and been dragged back by Grandfather. Night after night, he’d slept curled on the floor of my room like a dog, utterly still. Back then, everyone thought my betrayal and torment had broken his spirit for good. No one knew that, under my deliberate cover, Anthony had been quietly trading stocks, investing, building a company—becoming Kingsport’s mysterious rising star. Years later, when Grandfather suffered a stroke and lay dying, with the Anthony's Group thrown into turmoil, Anthony finally struck. He nearly tore the family empire apart. In the end, it was me who saved the crumbling dynasty—kneeling on the floor, handing over every share of the Anthony's Group left to me in Grandfather’s will, then crawling into his bed. That day was my twentieth birthday. “Go shower. You can sleep in the bed tonight.” Anthony’s voice pulled me from the edge of sleep. His handsome features still held a trace of the tenderness he’d just shown the woman he loved. “Grace agreed to marry me. You’ll have to start calling her Mrs Jessica, Jessica.” A faint smile touched his lips—the first lively expression he’d shown me in a long time. It reminded me of eight years ago, when we’d fled the Jessica house hand in hand, betraying the world for our love. He’d grinned and shouted, “From today on, Jessica belongs to Anthony!” But now, even in our most intimate moments, he looked at me with nothing but hatred and impatience. That tenderness, that love—none of it was mine anymore. My throat tightened. I swallowed hard before answering evenly, “Congratulations.” Dazed, I walked into the bathroom and pulled up Gregory’s number. **Me:** Begin the plan. Gather the materials for submission. His reply came instantly. **Gregory:** Understood, Boss. I put my phone away and let scalding water pour over my skin. A cold, heavy ache settled in my chest, but beneath it bloomed a fierce, swelling hope. Six years and eleven months. I was finally close. This monstrous house, built on sin and cruelty—I would watch it crumble to dust with my own eyes. My fingers traced the six scars on my right arm, each one raised and distinct. I closed my stinging eyes. Just one more month. Once the seventh year was complete, once the seventh mark appeared, I could end this. I could leave for good.

Billionaire Modern Romance

9.8

La profesora del hijo del CEO

9.8

Anna es una joven pianista; nació en el pueblo de Heidelberg a 90km de Frankfourt en Alemania. Desde los ocho años inició sus estudios de piano; sus padres soñaban verla convertida en concertista. Cuando cumplió sus quince años fue seleccionada para entrar en el Conservatorio de Hoch, y justo el día en que aprobaron su ingreso después de su presentación, sus padres de regreso al pueblo, tuvieron un trágico accidente en su auto y murieron. Aunque quiso cumplir el sueño de sus padres, tuvo que verse obligada a abandonar sus estudios para trabajar y así poder costear sus gastos. Consiguió empleo en una cafetería donde Arthur Venzon el CEO de la prestigiosa red farmacéutica Meyer, acostumbra a ir. Esa tarde cuando sale del café, es atracada por un maleante, Arthur la encuentra arrodillada y la ayuda a levantarse. Él la sube a su auto y la lleva hasta la pensión donde vive, agradecida por su favor, le ofrece sus servicios. Él accede a contratarla como maestra de piano de su hijo menor. Aunque al comienzo él hombre de cuarenta años se niega a enamorarse, tendrá que enfrentarse a sus sentimientos y a lo que siente por Anna. ¿Podrá lidiar con su pasado y la muerte de su esposa, a quien aún ama y por cuya muerte se siente culpable? ¿Se atreverá a ser feliz?

Billionaire Modern Romance

9.7

My Fiancé Called Me Boring in Bed

9.7

"You're like a log in bed. I look at you, and I feel absolutely nothing." For three years, Vera Lim was the perfect, dutiful partner. She kept the house immaculate, cooked his favorite meals, and waited quietly by the door while her ambitious boyfriend, Daniel, climbed the corporate ladder. But when Daniel stumbles home drunk and dismisses her as "boring" and "just a habit," the frayed string holding Vera’s devotion together finally snaps. The very next morning, she finds the receipt. A luxury hotel suite. Two guests. The woman he took there? His glamorous, high-powered boss. Most women would scream, cry, or demand an explanation. Vera does something much more terrifying: she smiles. For twenty-one days, Vera plays the loving partner, cooking his dinners and ironing his shirts. But in the shadows, she is methodically severing every tie. She drains her funds, secures a secret apartment, and prepares to vanish without a trace. When Daniel finally decides to come clean and dump his "boring" girlfriend for his boss, he walks into an empty apartment, an emptied bank account, and a single white envelope resting on the dining table. Too late, Daniel realizes the quiet, predictable woman he took for granted has just orchestrated the ultimate, flawless exit. He wanted excitement. He wanted a surprise. Now, he’s about to get the biggest surprise of his life: a desperate, losing chase for a woman who has already erased him from her world.

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