Just My Type

In Just My Type, a modern billionaire romance, an exhausted employee discovers her demanding boss is physically synced to her keyboard. Every keystroke and mouse movement causes him intense, overwhelming reactions. Despite his desperate pleas to stop, she continues working until midnight to finish her tasks. By the time she prepares to leave, the strange connection has left her boss in a vulnerable state, with the carpet at his feet soaked through by the end of her late-night shift.

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No way...

I froze in surprise.

How many times had it already been today?

Was he really that desperate?

Good thing everyone had gone home.

If they heard that noise, who knew what they would think?

I went over to see what was happening.

Shane was inside, looking upset again.

He was crying.

God…

I had to admit, he looked completely different when he cried… almost captivating.

I could not believe what I was seeing.

"Come here... Help me get up," he said.

His voice quivered just a little.

He stretched his hand out to me.

I could not really say no.

I nodded and lifted him into my arms.

The new clothes I had bought for him were about to be ruined too.

He always acted like he was untouchable.

Why did he suddenly...

While I was trying to figure it out, Shane struggled to speak.

"Forget the party… take me to the hospital first."

I nodded again and carried him out.

I had not turned off my laptop yet.

"Mr. Lawson, I'll just finish up with a few more files before we go."

Shane was such a workaholic. Whenever work was mentioned, he was all ears, nodding along.

I moved the mouse to save a document.

However, as I did, I felt Shane stiffen in my arms.

I clicked on another window.

Shane grunted as if on cue.

What was happening?

I...

I quickly copied some text and pressed a few keys.

I could feel Shane tensing up.

What?

Oh my God!

I could not believe such a magical thing was happening to me.

It was as if my boss had connected to my keyboard and was synced to it.

Shane watched me work.

He suddenly realized why he had fallen sick today. He began to choke me.

"Jamie Rogers! What did you do to me?!"

This was a new keyboard!

How was I supposed to know what was going on?

I never thought something like this was even possible.

Shane's grip made it hard for me to breathe, and my arm crashed down on the keyboard.

Shane instantly collapsed, curling up in my arms.

My clothes were ruined too now.

My aggressive typing had led to Shane becoming…

I could not bring myself to say it, so I just held him quietly.

"Jamie, you're in trouble."

I retorted through clenched teeth, "It's all because you made me work on so many files. That's why I was typing all day."

Shane did not care. "Help me up… Then, finish those files."

I could not believe my ears. This legendary workaholic could not be for real!

"We need this document by tomorrow. It's pretty urgent."

Shane clenched his jaw.

I only started typing after he gave me a nod.

Oh God.

His voice was so distracting.

How was I supposed to get any work done like this?

My hand shook, and I kept hitting the wrong keys.

Shane looked at me with his dreamy eyes. I was actually...

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Talented chef and single mother Elena finds her life transformed when she is hired by Julian, a powerful billionaire CEO. While she initially focuses on her culinary career and providing for her child, an undeniable spark ignites between her and her cold-hearted employer. As professional boundaries blur, Elena must navigate high-society drama and Julian's guarded heart to discover if their love can survive the pressure of his corporate world.

Billionaire Modern Romance

7.6

Conquering The Cold Zillionaire Surgeon Heiress

7.6

When the Pollard family kicked Alyssa out into the freezing rain, Walter threw a ten-thousand-dollar check into a dirty puddle. "Take it and get out. Don't ever come back," he sneered. Her adoptive mother and stepsister stood on the mansion's porch, mocking her as a worthless country girl who tarnished their wealthy name. They laughed, claiming she wouldn't even be able to afford community college and would be begging on the streets in a week. They looked at her cheap clothes and worn backpack with absolute disgust. They were completely unaware that for the past five years, Alyssa was the secret mastermind who had built their failing gallery into a multi-million-dollar investment empire. Every key investment, every fortune they made, came from the anonymous notes she had slipped into their unread books. They genuinely believed they were business geniuses, while treating the true architect of their wealth like a stray dog. Looking at their smug, arrogant faces, Alyssa didn't feel a shred of sadness, only a cold, sharp irony. They actually believed they had raised her. She stepped close, whispered the master code to Walter's most secret offshore account, and watched the blood completely drain from his face. "I raised you," she said, turning her back on the mansion without hesitation. Walking into the storm, she pulled out a heavily encrypted phone and gave a single, cold order. "Initiate a full hostile takeover of the Pollard Group." It was time to end this little game and step into her true life—as the world's most elusive medical genius, and the long-lost billionaire heiress of the Summers dynasty.

Billionaire Mafia Modern

9.7

Dumped Bride's New Life

9.7

On the day of her pre-wedding photoshoot, Frankie Harrison walks in on her fiancé, Kyle, holding another woman in his arms—and she is wearing Frankie's custom Vera Wang gown. The excuse? His childhood friend, Makenzie, is terminally ill and just wanted to feel like a bride. Refusing to play the fool, Frankie throws her ring at his feet. She makes one call to Declan Anderson, the powerful billionaire who has loved her from the shadows for years. By sunset, she is his wife. When Kyle tries to force her back, he faces the terrifying realization that Frankie is no longer his—she is Mrs. Declan Anderson. Can a marriage born of convenience turn into a burning passion, or will her ex's obsession tear her new life apart?

Billionaire Modern Romance

8.2

From Ashes: The Unwanted Wife's Return

8.2

For five years, I was the wife of Jace Sharpe, the city's untouchable "Golden Boy." I was a loyalty consultant paid ten million dollars to make him fall in love, but I was the one who ended up genuinely falling for him. Then his old flame, Fallon, reappeared. When I told him I was pregnant with our child, his face became a mask of stone. Fallon smirked from the steps of his private jet. "The baby has come at the wrong time," he said, his voice as cold as ice. "It must be aborted." He had his men drag me to a clinic. As the anesthetic took hold, I heard him give a final, cruel order to the doctor: "A hysterectomy. I want to ensure there are no more… inconvenient surprises." He destroyed my body and our child for another woman. Lying in that sterile room, my love turned to icy hatred. I reached for a burner phone I hadn't touched in years and sent a single message to a mysterious contact. The reply was instant: "I'll pick you up in fifteen days."

Billionaire Modern Romance

9.4

He Called My Blood a Lie

9.4

When an avalanche traps their retreat, Ava gives her billionaire husband, Damon Hawthorne, the only working satellite phone. Instead of saving his pregnant wife, Damon secures a rescue for his assistant, Cathy. Shoved to the icy ground by her own husband, a severely injured Ava begins to bleed. Yet, Damon dismisses her critical state as a mere scratch to prioritize Cathy’s minor frostbite. As she clutches her abdomen in the freezing cold, Ava finally lets go of her marriage.

Billionaire Modern Romance

7.4

His Loss, The Tycoon's Gain: The Lost Heiress Returns

7.4

When I called my husband while trapped in a kidnapper's warehouse, he laughed. "Stop faking," he said, "my delicate mistress needs her sleep." He hung up. I signed the divorce papers drenched in my own blood, giving up everything just to escape the monster I married. His mother threw a broken umbrella at me in the rain. I had nothing—no money, no identity, no hope. But the moment I turned away, eight black Escalades encircled the street. A man in a tailored suit stepped out of a Rolls-Royce, shielding me with an umbrella. In his hand was a DNA test—and twenty-three years of relentless search. "Your last name isn't Smith," he said, wiping blood from my wrist with his handkerchief. "It's Wilder. The Wilder family. And the man who left you to die?" He smiled, icy. "He owes us nine billion dollars."

Billionaire Modern Romance

Just My Type

Chapter 2

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