His to Preserve
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The job was simple; to preserve the past. But Isla never expected her own past to walk through the door of the Thorne Estate.
Isla Campbell lands a career-defining project as a historian for organizing the archives of the Thorne estate, a task critical for a high-stakes foundation review. Her client, Cade Thorne, is the dedicated and undeniably handsome heir to a legacy he strives to honor and keep.
But on her first day, Isla is met with a shocking surprise: her boss, Cade, is the charming stranger she shared a fleeting, unforgettable night with just days before. Now, the undeniable spark between them threatens to ignite, risking the professional integrity of the project and the future of the very estate Isla was hired to protect.
As their passion deepens and secrets unravel, they must choose between the history they're preserving and the future they're dangerously close to writing together despite the odds. What happens when Isla finds out she is also a Thorne?
His to Preserve Chapter 1
"Hello Sab, did you miss me?, I yelled bursting into my best friend's house trying to get her to wake up
" Sabrina Sanders, wake your grumpy gorgeous ass up" She frowned and threw her pillows at me, I ducked one and let the other hit me. I casually strolled in as she got up squinting against the morning light.
"Sab, you're not gonna believe who just got a job" I murmured.
She rubbed the sleep from her eyes while sitting up with her eyes wide open. Her suspicion turned to curiosity as she saw the tears well up in my eyes.
"Really Isla, if you're fucking with me I swear to God I'm gonna whoop...no no way, really?"
"It's true Sab," I murmured, my voice cracking as I held out my phone, the email glowing on the screen. "I got it."
She snatched the phone, her eyes scanning the text. Her voice dropped "Oh my God Isla, I'm so fucking proud of you my best friend, Thorne and co???, You just got a job at Thorne and Co?" she whispered in disbelief which quickly turned into pure joy.
"Yeah, Sab... I'm going to be working as the historian. The Thorne's Foundation accreditation review is in six months and I've been employed to put their records in order, authenticate artifacts and heirlooms for insurance, and also document their history for the next generation."
"Aww...my baby girl".
She pulled me into a bone-crushing hug "We fucking need to celebrate, it's Friday Isla; I strongly recommend some alcohol, clubbing, and serious pounding to that tight little pussy of yours"
A wicked grin spread across my face as she gently tugged on a curl in my hair.
"Firstly, I need to..." I protested.
"No excuses, let's get you something to wear my sexy historian.
NIGHTCLUB:
The club reeked of sweat, perfume, and vodka, its loudspeakers thrummed through the floor into my bones.
"I'm gonna get another round!" Sab yelled over the music as she weaved around the crowded bar rotating her hips to the beat as she moved. She laughed, flashing me a thumbs-up.
"Don't take too long you horny ass" I retorted.
She giggled and gave me a light shove. "Whatever, go get some dick yourself Isla!"
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It's been thirty minutes since Sab went to get "another round" and my butt feels sore from sitting, so I decided to go on a rescue mission.
The hallway to the restroom was dimly lit and rowdier, The air was also muskier with cigarettes and sweat.
"Watch where you're going, weirdo" A skinny guy yelled groping and grinding on some female.
"Sorry" I muttered
"Want some head baby..."A large, sweaty guy with grizzled blonde hair blocked my path, clutching my hand tightly; his breath smelled like beer as he spoke.
"How about some little fun," he slurred.
Panic laced through me "No thank you" I let out, the fear evident in my voice.
"Come on baby" he insisted, pulling me closer, I stumbled backwards and slammed into a hard wall that smelled like sandalwood and expensive whiskey while strong hands shot out to steady me, with a firm grip.
I looked up to apologize, but was met with ice-blue eyes on perfect jet-black hair, a chiseled face with a sharp jawline, a pointed nose, and day-old stubble on his chin, wondering how that would feel inside my...
"Earth to young lady, are you alright?" a voice like sin rumbled which did things to my stomach.
"Huhhh..." without thinking I slammed my lips on his.
"You are no fun" Fatty protested as he walked away.
I shut my eyes as sexy sin deepened the kiss and pulled me against his hardness poking my thighs. I pulled away from the kiss trying to catch my breath as I gazed into his dark gaze that was filled with primal hunger and intense desire. My steps were unsteady, heels catching on the plush carpet while I was dragged into a quiet dark room.
It was calm with no lighting, except for a single lamp casting shadows on the deep leather sofas. He looked up, a slow, intrigued smile spreading across his face.
"Well not so bad for a one-night stand," I thought.
The door clicked shut, closing us in the quiet, intimate space. I stumbled forward, closing the distance between us while pushing him against the posh sofa. Gently placing my hands on the arms of his chair, I leaned over him, my curls brushing his jaw. I saw the look of shock in his eyes, quickly replaced by a dark, hungry heat. He smelled incredibly clean, masculine spice.
"I'm damn good at what I do," I whispered, my lips inches from his ear before I slowly, deliberately, lowered myself into his lap.
He didn't stop me. His free hand came to rest on my hip, not guiding, just holding a silent permission.
"I don't doubt you for a second," he said huskily.
Slowly, I started to grind on his hard tent to a faint beat only I could hear, I rolled my hips against him clumsily. Each action was fueled by alcohol and need, sending thrills all over my body.
His fingers dug into my hip as my hands slid to his shoulders, I felt his powerful muscles tense under his tailored shirt.
I carefully lowered myself again, slowly with rhythm as my soft moans filled the room making him clench his jaw. His eyes were glued to mine, blazing with an intensity that sobered me for a split second.
Who was this man? I thought.
Despite my newfound curiosity, I slid off his lap, my knees hitting the plush carpet between his legs. I looked at him under my lashes, my fingers touching his belt buckle.
His hand covered mine, stopping. His grip was firm. "You're drunk," he said, his voice a low, rough gravel.
"Nope "I protested, tugging at the buckle.
I noticed the silent battle he was fighting between decency and pure unadulterated desire. But I guess desire won as he quickly released my hand while his head fell back against the chair with a soft thud as I freed him from his trousers,
My eyes widened in surprise as his hard dick slapped my face.
"Not what you expected huh" he smirked.
"I'm cooked"...I mumbled but not changing my mind.
I slowly guided him into my mouth, and the groan that ripped from his throat was the most satisfying sound I'd ever heard.
His hand came to rest in my hair, not pushing, just tangling in the curls as I cared for him with my mouth. The quiet lounge was filled with the raw, intimate sounds of his ragged breathing. While I continuously worked with my hands and mouth to make him cum.
The irony was a delicious, private thrill. He had no idea I was the historian hired to handle his family's most precious treasures. And I had no idea the man unravelling beneath my touch was Cade Thorne, my new boss and the owner of the empire I was about to walk into.
It was the perfect scandalous secret. A night that belonged only to us.
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His to Preserve of Contents
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8.1
Evelyn's betrayal of her own sister ends up revealing a shocking truth.
Evelyn is pregnant with David's child-David, who is Steffy's husband, and Steffy is Evelyn's older sister. Confident that she will become the heir to the Willson family fortune, Evelyn secretly conducts a DNA test on Steffy and Hendri Willson.
But is the result of that DNA test truly valid? And what truth will ultimately come to light-one so shocking that it leaves everyone stunned?
7.2
In the roaring flames of the abandoned warehouse, my skin blistered and peeled.
Through the crackling fire, my sister Elara's malicious voice echoed. She told me my husband, Damien, was dead, and it was all my fault.
For years, I had treated Damien like a monster. I fought him, threw tantrums, and desperately tried to escape our marriage, all because I blindly followed Elara's advice.
"Remember, the harder you fight, the more disgusted he'll get."
She texted me things like that, telling me to smash vases over his head and run away, claiming she was protecting me.
In reality, she was poisoning my mind, stealing my valedictorian spot at university, and plotting to crawl into my billionaire husband's bed.
My foolish rebellion cost me everything, ultimately leading to Damien's tragic death and my own fiery end.
As the massive explosion tore my consciousness to shreds, I finally understood who truly loved me and who the real monster was.
I died suffocating on my own agonizing regret, wishing I could tear Elara apart.
Then, a rush of freezing air punched into my lungs.
I opened my eyes to the crisp scent of cedar and mint. I was back seven years ago, on the very night our marriage was supposed to go to hell.
This time, looking at Damien's flawless, unscarred face, I didn't push him away.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and made a silent vow: I would make every single person who ever hurt him bleed.
9.7
Luna Elena Frost was never chosen, only assigned.
Bound to Alpha Alaric Ashbourne through a cold contractual marriage, she endures three years as a Luna in name only. He never comes home, never defends her, and never looks at her, while his heart belongs to another woman.
At his grandmother's funeral, Alaric publicly dissolves their marriage, humiliating Elena before the entire pack. In that moment, she finally understands the truth. She was never wanted.
But the Moon has not abandoned her.
A forgotten night resurfaces. Her long-silent wolf begins to awaken. And secrets buried within her bloodline start to surface, drawing danger from every direction.
Cast out by the pack that once used her, Elena must flee, survive, and uncover her true power.
Only then does the Alpha realize his mistake.
By the time he turns back in regret, the Luna he rejected may already be gone forever.
7.3
I was tracing the gold paint on my own tombstone when a hand tapped me on the shoulder.
It was Clayton.
The same man who, five years ago, had left me bleeding out in a ditch because he didn't want to be late for my sister's engagement party.
"Die quietly, Ivy," he had said over the phone before hanging up.
Now, standing over my grave, he dropped his cheap plastic flowers in shock.
"Ivy? You're... we buried you."
They hadn't buried me.
They had buried an empty box to save face, mourning a "troubled" daughter they had actually discarded like broken trash the moment I became a liability.
Clayton's shock quickly turned to that familiar, arrogant anger.
He accused me of faking my death for attention.
He told me I was sick for putting the family through such pain.
He even reached out to grab my arm, intending to drag me back to my father to apologize.
"You're coming with me," he spat. "You owe us an explanation."
But he made a fatal mistake.
He thought he was talking to Ivy Dillard, the soft girl who cried when she skinned her knees.
He didn't notice the town car waiting at the curb, or the man stepping out of it.
Before Clayton's fingers could graze my coat, a hand made of steel caught his wrist.
Collin Richardson, the most feared Capo in Chicago, stepped between us.
"Touch my wife again," Collin whispered, his voice promising violence. "And you lose the hand."
I smiled at the terror draining the color from Clayton's face.
I didn't come back from the dead to explain myself.
I came back to bury them.
8.0
On the night of their third wedding anniversary, Ashley was ready to reveal a secret to her husband-
She was pregnant.
But moments after their passionate intimacy, her Alpha coldly delivered the blow-he wanted a divorce.
His fated mate had returned.
Stripped of her wolf spirit, abandoned by the pack, and carrying his child, Ashley was cast aside like a disposable Omega.
Just as she prepared to leave alone-
The boy she had once rejected had now risen as the most formidable Alpha King. The possessive hunger in his gaze sent shivers through her-did she dare face him? Was this vengeance, or something more? But did she even have a choice?
7.9
One night of deception.
A lifetime of consequences.
A bond that cannot be broken.
Nadia Williams is an Omega living in the shadows of the pack she once called home.
Since her father's death, she and her mother, Estelle, have been treated as outcasts by her ruthless uncle, Alpha Edwards. When her mother is framed for theft, Nadia is forced into a deal with the devil.
To save her mother's life, she must become a virgin substitute for her cousin, Danielle.
Her aunt, Katerina, offers a devil's bargain to set her mother free: Nadia must spend one night in the bed of the most powerful man in the country, the billionaire; Alpha Conrad Bradley.
The catch?
She must swap places with her spiteful cousin.
Conrad demands a virgin bride to secure his royal bloodline, and Danielle, Nadia's cruel cousin, has already forfeited her purity.
What begins as a desperate night of passion in the dark spirals into a web of hidden identities and betrayal.
Nadia survives the night and disappears, hoping to bury the shame of the encounter forever.
But fate has a different plan.
Desperate for a fresh start away from her uncle's shadow, Nadia secures a high-level position at Bradley Group of Industries.
As Alpha Conrad unknowingly hires Nadia at his company, an undeniable connection sparks between them.
Conrad is haunted by the scent of the woman from that night-a scent that doesn't match his fiancée, Danielle, but seems to cling to his new, brilliant employee.
As they work side-by-side, Nadia finds an unexpected and beautiful second chance at a life she thought was lost.
Yet, buried secrets threaten to destroy everything.
When the Alpha discovers the woman he truly bonded with, the fallout will be legendary.
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