Love Outside my Reach
Jordan was taken aback, his lips parted as he gasped in surprise.
Chloe sighed, "Is there any other special cleaning you want in the room aside from the regular one?" she asked coolly.
Jordan stared at her in disbelief. Her indifference stung him. Did she just ignore what he was saying? He waited three hours for her the day before. Of course he could never tell her that. He had been mad at himself for having such feelings. Right now, he couldn't be any madder.
But the girl just stood there, looking so nonchalant, carefree, unconcerned. His business card was a treasure to anyone else, but she had trashed it. He clenched his jaw. For once, he was at a loss for words.
Chloe spoke up, "I will get to work then."
She turned to leave.
"Hey!" Jordan bellowed.
She stopped, frowning. Why was he so angry?
"You will get to work, doing what? Telling everyone it wasn't you who made that mess?" he scoffed, "Isn't that what you were about to say to my mother?"
Chloe put on a false perplexed look, "But that's the truth. We both know I am not the one at fault. What exactly are you scared of, Mister Cavanaugh? Why should it be a big deal?"
"So you are going out there to tell on me?" he gave a low laugh.
"No. Not really," Chloe said offhandedly, "I think I have my job back for now, thank you. I will face that and hope you don't play such games with me again."
Jordan came closer to her, frowning, "Are you threatening me?".
Chloe wanted to place her hands on his broad chest and push him away, he smelled so good, "Threatening you? Hell no, that's not a threat. I was just soliciting for peace. I didn't do anything wrong to you or your family. YOU wronged me, you ought to apologize. But I am not even asking you to".
Jordan moved closer, step by step, until her back hit the door. His face hovered inches from hers, his breath warm, his eyes dark and unreadable. Chloe's heart skipped a beat, as she began to panic.
Chloe Carson thought moving to Colorado would bring stability and a chance to rebuild her life. But her new job at the Cavanaugh mansion proves anything but simple, especially with Jordan, the handsome yet infuriating heir whose every word and glance keeps her on edge.
As Chloe tries to find her footing, she also faces Niles, her cousin's crush, whose attraction to her awakens feelings she did not expect. Torn between Niles's gentle affection and Jordan's intoxicating pull, Chloe must navigate jealousy, secrets, and emotional traps she never saw coming.
As unexpected consequences spiral around her, Chloe will have to decide whose heart she can trust... before it is too late.
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Chapter 4
Chloe assisted Theresa in serving dinner later that evening. The overpowering aroma of the meal called out to her being and her mouth ached to have a taste so badly, even if it was just a spoon and a bite of chicken.
She set the bowl of chicken down and turned away quietly.
Jordan cleared his throat.
Chloe would learn later that this was never a good sign.
"Theresa," he said coolly, "why didn't you show Chloe the grey iron, since the red one is faulty? A beautiful dress didn't have to be ruined."
The room went still.
Theresa paused with the wine glasses in her hands. "What?" She lowered them carefully, confusion written on her face.
Lily arched a perfectly carved brow. Lina kept her gaze on her plate, as though nothing had been said.
"What dress?" Lily asked. "What are you talking about, Jordan? And how would you know?"
Chloe froze halfway to the kitchen.
"If she had been properly informed," Jordan continued calmly, "she would not have used the damaged iron. The accident was avoidable."
Theresa was momentarily dazed. "I did tell her. I showed her everything. I specifically warned her..."
"Whose dress?" Lily interrupted.
"You did not, Theresa" Jordan said firmly. "I was there when you came into the laundry room. You didn't see me because I stepped out onto the balcony."
Lily's fingers curled against the table. "Whose. Dress?"
"You educated her," Jordan went on, unbothered, "on how Lily could be a thorn in the flesh or something like that, and how I am supposedly some kind of superman."
"That is not true. Ask her," Theresa said quickly.
"Whose dress?!" Lily slammed her palm against the table.
Jordan counted silently. Three. Third time asking.
"Yours," he said. "The one Dad ordered from France last week. Why was it at the laundry by the way?"
Time paused.
Lily's chair screeched as she shoved it back and bolted from the room.
"Did you actually call my daughter names?" Lina asked after a moment's silence.
"Ma'am, to be sincere, I don't know what Mister Cavanaugh is talking about. I told Chloe about the iron before I left her to do the laundry."
Chloe stopped breathing. Theresa had told her nothing. "No, you didn't." She said softly, the words slipping out before fear could stop them.
"Shut up!" Lina yelled and hurled an empty wine glass at Chloe who dodged instinctively as it shattered against the wall. "Believe me young lady, if this is true, there will be no salary for you till I make sure you have made a full payment for it. I can promise you that."
"Theresa," Jordan said mildly, tearing into his roulade, "you just called me a liar, few seconds ago."
Theresa shook her head, mouthing a silent no, her face pale.
Lily stormed back in moments later, the gown clutched in her hands. She wiped it violently across Theresa's face, knocking her off balance, then lunged for Chloe, grabbing her collar and slamming her back into the wall.
Jordan caught Lily's wrist in the air.
"Don't be an animal," he said calmly. "She couldn't have known."
"She is the animal!" Lily screamed. "That dress was for my prom. Limited edition. You know what it costs!"
"Your food is getting cold, sweetheart," Lina said, standing. "Let's eat first and deal with this later."
"Trash it. I'm done!" Lily sobbed, fleeing upstairs with the ruined gown.
Lina went after her daughter.
Chloe retreated into the kitchen. To her surprise, no tears came. Hunger dulled everything, the humiliation, the pain, even fear. The scent of food clung stubbornly to her thoughts.
Theresa entered some minutes later. "Do you need a formal announcement to clean that mess?" she snapped, gesturing at the broken glass.
"You told Jordan what I said," she accused.
"No," Chloe shook her head frantically. "I didn't."
"Then how did he know?"
"He..." Chloe stared at the floor, words failing her.
Theresa said nothing else and stormed out.
Chloe returned to the dining room with a broom and dustpan. Jordan sat alone now, unhurried, finishing his meal.
After clearing the shards, she met Theresa getting ready to leave the house.
"Clear the table and throw the rest out."
Chloe stared. "Ma'am?"
"Throw it away. They don't eat leftovers."
The food could have fed her family for days and she was just asked to dispose it knowing how hungry she was. Or was that a way of indirectly asking her to take it?
"Only the leftovers," Theresa amended, grabbing her bag.
Chloe said nothing more and went ahead to clear the table. She paused and observed the delicate cutlery and the stylish way in which Theresa had set out the meal. The thought of taking some to her family made her mouth water. She smiled and brought out her phone from her pocket. She could take a nice picture of the pretty meal. As her thumb hovered over the camera icon, she felt someone behind her. Her heart beating fast, she turned around slowly...
Lina Cavanaugh stood a few feet behind her, hands on her hips. The whites of her eyes were almost invisible, narrowed into slits, yet the glare was so intense it seemed to pierce right through Chloe.
Chloe's shoulders dropped.
"You are barely a day old here and you have already made such a mess," Lina spat, her tone filled with disdain. She waved a cream colored slip of paper in Chloe's face. "I don't have much to say to you. You're fired. That's the cost of the dress you ruined. You have one month to pay up."
With trembling hands, Chloe collected the bill. Her eyes fell on the figures printed on the page and her heart plummeted. Colour drained from her face. Her knees buckled beneath her, giving way as she crumpled to the floor, the paper clutched tightly in her hands.
She stared at it for what felt like forever. She had never seen, let alone owned, that kind of money in her entire life and now, just like that, she was in debt of such an amount.
Slowly, she broke into a laugh, she paused and laughed louder. Then she cried. Tears spilling down her cheeks as her body shook.
It was insane. She had come here to earn money to support her family, but ended up earning a huge debt. She paused and sniffed. Suddenly having a rethink. How was she even at fault? She was not the one who made the mess. She had not even touched that dress.
When she looked up, Lina was gone. But Jordan stood there, watching her with a curious, almost amused expression.
"That is... weird," he muttered, head tilted. "You are weird. What's with the laughing and crying? Just pick one." He gave a sharp snort.
Chloe had not even realize she was glowering at him until she caught the weight of his gaze. The nemesis of her problem, looking so good in his plain white T-shirt and Jimi jacket. The subtle scent of his cologne drifted through the air, masculine and expensive.
When she did not reply, he shrugged casually. "Alright then. You can have the whole ground to yourself." He strolled off, leaving her in silence.
Chloe watched him till he was out of the door. Then she sighed, gathering herself up from the floor. She returned to clearing up the dishes. It was getting quite late, and she still had to make it back to Alamosa tonight.
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9.6
Alyssa Hart is out of options. Drowning in medical debt, with her mother's life hanging in the balance, she's desperate for a solution. When an unexpected email offers her an interview at the mysterious Valentino Enterprises, she doesn't hesitate.
But what she walks into isn't a job opportunity... it's a marriage contract.
The powerful and feared Valentino Crime family needs a wife for their heir, Stephano Valentino. Cold, ruthless, and utterly uninterested in love, Stephano has discarded every woman his parents have introduced him to. They don't expect Alyssa to be any different.
The deal is simple: marry Stephano, bear his heir, and in two years, she'll be free, with enough money to ensure her mother's survival.
There's only one rule: this is not a real marriage. Stephano can do as he pleases, but Alyssa is bound to him alone.
She should hate him. He gives her every reason to.
But the longer she stays, the more she begins to see through the cracks in his armour. Beneath his icy exterior is something broken, something she can't help but want to fix. And Stephano, who swore he would never care, finds himself drawn to the woman he was never meant to love. But in their world, love is a weakness, and breaking the rules always comes with a price...
8.7
Explicit 18+ | Reader Discretion Strongly Advised
Dark themes, noncon/dubcon, extreme kink, power imbalance, group dynamics, knotting, overstimulation, and possessive claiming ahead.
A brutal omegaverse world. Warring packs. Rare silver-eyed omega Kai Voss lives hidden until a midnight raid destroys his safety.
The most feared triad captures him: Thorne Blackwood, a pierced sadist who pushes limits; Aurelius Voss, the volatile second, his knot pulsing with hunger; Cassian Reyes, the silent, amber-eyed observer whose fixation vows complete ownership. Dragged to their mountain den, Kai becomes their prize.
Defiant and sharp-tongued, Kai resists every command. His body betrays him with slick, aching need. On the first night, the alphas take him, one by one, then together. They stretch him past reason. Knot him impossibly. Fill him until his rim thins visibly. Slick eases the searing burn into shattering pleasure.
"Room for one more?" Thorne growls, forcing his pierced length beside the two already locked inside. He drags across sensitive spots until Kai arches, tears falling, his body yielding as omega instincts beg for more.
Three cocks locked and throbbing, owning him entirely.
"Fuck, he's taking us all," Aurelius groans.
Cassian watches silently, eyes blazing, plotting the next step to remake Kai forever.
Raw conquest becomes unbreakable obsession: relentless heats, punishments blending pain and ecstasy, jealous rivalries over cries, rare tenderness binding possession deeper.
Three ruthless alphas pursue the forbidden, shattering their defiant omega until he is stretched wide, ruined, reborn in their image. Relentless desire shows no mercy: tight entrances forced open, rimmed raw by impossible girths, slick-soaked and pulsing under unyielding ownership.
Hide and read in secret. Once the story begins, escape is impossible. Squirm. Ache. Hunger for every page.
DON'T BLAME ME WHEN YOU CAN'T STOP READING ALL 150 CHAPTERS ⚠️🔞‼️
7.7
I've been hiding my face from the world for seven years.
He's been hiding his heart for just as long.
When Grammy-winning musician Dante Rivers offers me $150,000 to be his fake girlfriend for six months, I should say no.
I'm Veil-the anonymous digital artist with millions of fans and a face no one has ever seen. I don't do cameras. I don't do crowds. And I definitely don't do fake relationships with devastatingly private men whose studio walls are covered in my artwork.
But my father's last dream is slipping away-and this contract is the only way to save it.
The rules are simple:
No real feelings.
No crossed boundaries.
No falling for Dante Rivers.
Except nothing about him is simple.
Not the way he shields me from paparazzi like I matter.
Not the way his music sounds like secrets meant only for me.
Not the way he looks at me like he sees through every wall I've built.
What he doesn't know is that I'm already part of his life.
I'm the anonymous artist behind his album covers.
The one he's trusted with his most private thoughts.
The ghost he's been searching for without ever meeting.
And now I'm falling for him twice-
once as the girl in his guesthouse
and once as the mystery he doesn't know he's already holding.
When the truth comes out, it won't just break the contract.
It might break us.
8.7
At my father's wedding reception, my new stepmother demanded I give her the sapphire necklace my mother left me when she died.
I told her no. So she had her enforcer throw me to the floor in front of two hundred guests.
He ripped the chain from my neck, shattering my mother's gemstone on the marble floor. When my childhood maid, Arlene, tried to protect me, he kicked her so hard her head cracked open against a stone pillar. My father, a New York mob boss, saw the whole thing and did nothing but laugh with his new bride.
Any love I had for my family bled out on that floor with Arlene.
That night, I found Damien Flynn, my father's sworn enemy. I was supposed to be my father's greatest asset-a virgin daughter to be sold for an alliance. I decided to burn that asset to the ground.
9.3
They call Dante Moretti the ruthless and heartless mafia boss. Seven years ago, he made a
deal with Elara Vance. But he used her, broke her, and planned to send her to a medical facility
after she produces an heir.
Scared for her life, Elara ran away. Now, an entirely different person has returned to New York.
She doesn't want his money, and she certainly doesn't want his heart, unless it's on her
operating table.
The girl he destroyed is dead. The woman who replaced her is the only one who can keep him
alive. He's dying for a second chance, but he's just waiting for the first cut.
7.1
I never wanted any part in this. But I have no choice. With a deep sigh, I force down an invisible lump in my throat, looking up at the priest.
I press my fingers tighter into the flower I am holding, hoping it hides how much I am shaking. Dreading the words the priest is about to utter.
"Do you, Ariella Cecilia Boone, take Dermos Salvatore to be your lawfully wedded husband?" The priest asks.
I blink.
I badly want to say it, badly want to scream that I am not Ariella Cecilia Boone.
My lips tremble as I force the truth down my throat, "Yes, I do." I murmur, my voice a little over a whisper.
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Ariel Hannah Boone didn't know what life had in store for her when she woke up on her twin sister's wedding day, only to find out her sister had run away.
She went into panic when her mother insisted she take her place because Dermos Salvatore was no man to joke with.
Dermos was the most feared Don in the whole of Sicily, one who killed without care. A blood thirsty murderer with no remorse.
In an attempt to save her family from his wrath, she takes her sister's place at the wedding.
Pain, suffering, and betrayal are all she knows the moment she became his. Secrets begin to unveil as she realises her family isn't what it seems.
And when whispers of her sister's disappearance reach her, she finds out the truth.
He never wanted Ariella; it had always been her.
Ariel has to choose between a love built on lies or betraying her sister and family.
She was his bride, and he was her prison, yet he would never let her go.