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 5
It was late when she walked out of the estate. But she was scared of ordering a ride. She would rather walk all the way to the nearest bus stop despite the distance for she was low on funds.
Ten minutes into her trek, Chloe slowed. Up ahead, Jordan stood by the road, locked in a heated argument with a blonde. Two sleek cars were parked at the curb.
Chloe drew back, her pace cautious. She could not hear the full argument, but the cuss words flung into the night were unmistakable. At one point, the blonde swung her hand for his face. Jordan caught it midair, shoving her back so hard she nearly lost her balance.
He dragged her toward the red Porsche, yanked the driver's door open, and shoved her inside.
"I hate you Jordan. I hate you.. never loved anything about you" the blonde screamed and added a string of cuss words.
Jordan's reply was just as sharp. "Get the hell out of this estate before I call the police on you, you slut!"
The Porsche engine roared as she slammed the door, reversed recklessly, and tore off down the street.
Jordan sighted Chloe just as he was about to get in his car. Why was she staring at him like that? Just like back when he had met her crying at the dining. He did not like the look. Still seething with rage, he closed the distance between them.
Somehow, he felt the rage fly away for a fleeting second, replaced with some sort of feeling, which he quickly tried to fight off. He clenched his jaw, forcing the rage back. What was that? He thought.
"Why are you staring at me like that, dunce?" His voice was sharp and dismissive. "Don't you have somewhere else to be? Something else to look at?"
His face was close, too close, the sharp angles of his features illuminated under the streetlight. His eyes were like steel, cold yet mesmerizing. Chloe's heart flipped inside her chest. Why did he have to shove his face in hers?
" It is my eyes bro. You don't get to tell me what to do with them. You, keep your eyes somewhere else too" Chloe heard herself say.
Jordan chuckled despite himself. Did she just call him bro? He was suddenly aware of the pain in her eyes, and dried tears by the corner of her eyes. She had full lips, sitting gracefully on her pretty face. Though disheveled and weary, she was beautiful. Distractingly so. His fingers twitched with the urge to brush a strand of hair from her cheek, and he scowled at himself for even thinking it.
He wanted to to yell at her for not cleaning up her face. He scowled. Where the heck was all of that coming from?
"If you really want to make it back to Alamosa tonight, you had better hurry. Dunce" he turned away abruptly.
"Dunce?" Chloe echoed under her breath. "That is not my name!" she shouted after him.
"I don't care what the hell your name is. Just get out of this place already." he replied without turning back.
But Chloe was boiling now. Why did she have to go through all the stress when the real culprit was just there having fun? Of course the amount was no big deal to him and he could pay it with just a snap of his fingers but it was not so for her. She dashed forward, pulled a folded note from her trench coat, and shoved it against his palm. "That's the bill for the gown YOU ruined."
Jordan merely glanced at the note, he threw it at her. "Why are you giving this to me?"
"Are you really asking me that, Jordan?, Chloe fought back tears, how could he be so mean. "You were the one who ruined the dress, not me. You set me up for reasons I don't know why. I came here to make money, not to secure a debt. What did I ever do to you to deserve this ill treatment " Chloe didn't realize she was shouting.
Jordan's jaw hardened. "You sure have a lot of guts, raising your voice at me, you little wench."
Chloe let out a bitter laugh. "Is that the problem now? That I'm raising my voice? Well, why shouldn't I, Mister Cavanaugh?"
Jordan narrowed his eyes at her.
"Is that really how you intend to converse with your boss?"
Chloe turned a three sixty degree. "Which boss? I don't see no one" and then it dawned on her, "oh, your mum fired me. Thanks to you. I was kicked out of the house on my first day, and as if that was not enough, I have to pay for something I did not even do" her voice broke. She wiped away fresh tears with her fingers, frustrated and broken.
For the first time, Jordan felt something sharp stab at his chest. Guilt. He hated it. He turned quickly, wanting to walk away, but Chloe latched onto his arm.
"Please," she sobbed, clinging desperately. "Please I don't have this much money. That's why I came here to work. I'm sorry. I am very sorry for all the things I've ever done to you. I'm so sorry. I'm leaving your house already. Just let me leave in peace".
"Sorry for what?" he asked, flummoxed and feeling mightily uneasy.
"I don't know" Chloe cried harder, "I don't know what I ever did to you but whatever it is, I'm sorry".
That was it. He yanked his arm free. Chloe dropped to the ground like a sack of grain, curling in on herself sobbing hysterically.
Jordan turned away, hating himself, hating her tears, hating the strange tightness in his chest. He hurried to his car and drove off.
Chloe sat there by the road hugging her knees and crying. It was getting dark. She got up when she noticed the headlights of an approaching car.
Sniffing, she picked up her duffel bag. She felt terrible. Why was she such a cry baby?
The car stopped by her side.
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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.