My Dominant CEO

Book 1: When a temporary job opened up, Jenna, still inexperienced in the workforce, didn't hesitate—she went straight for it. At first, everything looked like a dream come true. Then, out of nowhere, the rules changed. "Tomorrow, you'll wear lilac underwear!" The instruction was as weird as it sounded, a tiny detail that promised nothing about this stint would be normal. Micheal turned heads wherever he went, but there was more to this CEO than just good looks. He carried a secret that would turn Jenna's world upside down. Book 2: Apollo's life suddenly flipped around after his wife double-crossed him right at his big brother's wedding. Just like that, he found himself a single dad, raising six-year-old Ares. Now, Apollo knew one thing for sure: his son needed a mother. Erin Dixon checked every box—except for her ex-husband, who could give "problematic" a run for its money. Meanwhile, Milo Lancaster—Adonis's close friend—had his own storm brewing. His family kept pushing him to settle down and produce an heir. "Marriage and kids, Milo!" But he wanted none of it! An arranged marriage seemed like the easy way out, at least on paper. Except things got complicated the second he actually started caring about Claudine. Who knew a family tradition could turn into something so unpredictable? Book 3: Gustav never expected those old feelings to rush back when he saw Madilyn again after so many years. The spark was still there—too bad she shut him down right away. "I'm with someone else." But had she truly moved on? Or was there still hope for something to grow between them?

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Chapter 10

They sat together on a park bench, sharing some German sausage. Vasti hadn't tasted it yet, but she couldn't resist anymore.

I'm surprised you eat this kind of food, she said, taking her first bite. Adônis MacGyver glanced over. "Street food. Simple," he replied.

She loved it instantly, but Adônis MacGyver started to regret his choice. Of all things—sausage? The moment she bit into it, his mind went straight to the gutter. Every time she took a bite, his thoughts grew more indecent.

She glanced over and caught him staring at her instead of eating, his lips slightly parted.

What? she asked, dabbing her mouth with a napkin. The fact that she was completely clueless about her effect on him only made her more irresistible. She oozed sex appeal without even trying.

I'm just watching you eat, Adônis MacGyver said, his voice rough.

I thought you were the hungry one. You said you loved this stuff. Now I get it—it's amazing! But… you haven't even had a bite.

He glanced down at the sausage in his hand.

Ah... yeah, I'll eat, he muttered.

Are you sure? Vasti's expression made it clear—if Adônis MacGyver didn't want it, she was ready to claim it for herself.

I'll order another one for you, he said, the corners of his mouth twitching with amusement.

No! I mean... She caught herself, not wanting to sound desperate, though her stomach had other plans. "Okay. Thank you."

He gave a quick wave to the stall owner, who nodded in acknowledgment.

So... what did you want to talk to me about? I know you said 'after work,' but I'm dying of curiosity…

After work, Adônis MacGyver repeated, flashing a small smile. "You have to learn to respect the order of things."

Vasti pouted at him.

You're cruel, you know that? she grumbled, making him chuckle.

Just imagine what you'd say after a session. Ha, ha, ha!

Vasti gave him a look like he'd completely lost it. A session of what, exactly?

Adônis MacGyver realized she hadn't picked up on his meaning. He reached over, brushing his hand gently across her cheek.

You'll find out soon enough, he said quietly. "That is, if our talk later goes well."

You're not planning to turn me into a prostitute, are you? she asked, arching an eyebrow. The idea had crept up on her after weighing the possibilities. Adônis MacGyver clearly had a strong interest in sex, and she couldn't deny there was a spark between them, but…

Prostitu— The word finally clicked in his brain, and he scowled, looking both baffled and insulted. "No! Absolutely not! I'd never ask for something like that!"

Vasti let out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding, a hand going to her chest.

Oh, thank God. I may not have a fortune, but I'm definitely not for sale.

Adônis MacGyver shifted in his seat, clearly flustered.

You can rest easy. That's not what this is about.

But it has something to do with sex, doesn't it? she pressed.

Yes, but not exactly, he replied. "It's not about 'sex' itself. That could be a result, but it's not really the point of this conversation."

Right. Now Vasti's curiosity had reached fever pitch. She was always on edge, and right now, it felt like her mind was running in circles. She was already stressed about her father's situation at the hospital, and now she had to deal with this mysterious talk from Adônis MacGyver?

You seem a little out of it... Adônis MacGyver observed, tilting his head as he studied her.

Oh, sorry! she blurted, snapping out of her thoughts. Just then, the second sausage arrived, and she quickly thanked the vendor, but Adônis MacGyver stopped her from pulling out her wallet.

I invited you, he insisted. "Besides, you just started your job. Consider this a welcome— and maybe an apology for how things began between us."

Vasti's lips curled into a genuine smile. He looked like he was finally back to his old, cheerful self.

I'm glad you finally stopped frowning, Vasti remarked.

Oh… was I? Adônis MacGyver feigned ignorance, pretending he had no idea what she meant. Vasti just nodded and went back to eating, not bothering to call him out. Adônis MacGyver grinned and joined her, then ended up ordering three more sausages and finishing every last one.

Once they were done, they made their way back to the car. Adônis MacGyver opened the door for her, circled around, and got in behind the wheel. Truthfully, he had zero interest in going back to the office. All he wanted was to be alone with Vasti and pick up where they'd left off the night before. He still kicked himself for cutting things short. And what if she wasn't interested anymore? Of course, he'd never fire her over it, but the thought of working beside her for six months, unable to lay a finger on her, drove him nuts. If she didn't want him. If.

Looks like you're the one spacing out now, she teased. Adônis MacGyver snapped out of it, realizing the light had changed and the cars behind them were already honking. He let out a sigh and hit the gas.

Sorry, he muttered.

The drive back was quiet, neither of them saying much. When they got close to the building, Vasti reached over and rested her hand on his arm.

I think it's better if I get out here, she said, glancing out the window at the street.

Why? Adônis MacGyver asked.

Vasti turned to face Adônis MacGyver.

Because if anyone sees us arriving together, they'll start talking. All we did was have lunch, but people love to make up stories. I don't want that kind of reputation.

Adônis MacGyver nodded. He got it—her concern was totally valid. She was just the new employee, and if anyone caught her getting out of the boss's car, the rumor mill would go wild. And if she landed a permanent position after Heidi came back, everyone would claim she only got the job because she was sleeping with Adônis MacGyver. Not that he'd mind that scenario, but still—not the point!

He pulled over two blocks away from the office. Vasti got out, thanked him, and headed off on her own. Adônis MacGyver drove back to the company.

About an hour before the workday ended, Vasti's phone buzzed. The hospital was messaging about the surgery bill—they needed confirmation, or at least a down payment.

Vasti let out a heavy sigh. What the hell! She texted her father, wanting to know why he hadn't settled the payment yet.

The reply she got couldn't have been more vague or discouraging.

DIMAS: Things aren't going well right now. I still don't have the money.

What a load of crap! Vasti seethed. Dimas was just stalling, and she knew it— he had more than enough money stashed away!

She wasn't about to threaten him by bringing up his paternity— she knew how slippery he was. He'd probably twist it around and use her words against her. Blackmail. The man had never given her a single cent, not even the child support he owed. If Vasti took him to court, he'd have to pay up, but she didn't want any of that mess. She just needed help with her grandmother's medical bills. If it weren't for that, she wouldn't ask him for a thing.

Vasti took a long, shaky breath, fighting back the tears stinging her eyes. She wasn't just sad for her grandmother—she was furious. How could a man be so heartless? And how did her mother, who was supposed to be so kind, ever end up with someone like him?

She stared at her computer screen and forced herself to get back to work. The more she focused, the less room there'd be for anger or heartbreak.

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I am a resident surgeon, secretly married to Dr. Barrett Walters, the Chief of Cardiothoracic Surgery. It was a transactional marriage; he paid my mother's mounting medical bills, and I was his secret, obedient wife in the dark. But at the hospital, he was a cold-blooded tyrant who deliberately made my life a living hell. During a major medical conference, he viciously tore apart my successful surgical repair, looking me dead in the eye as he called me incompetent in front of all my colleagues. The humiliation didn't stop there. With his tacit approval, the senior residents bullied me, assigning me every brutal night shift. When his beautiful, wealthy heiress "girlfriend" visited the ward, he publicly mocked my background to make her smile. "Some people get in through the back door. They're not fit for the front lines." Even when I was forced to work as a secret banquet waitress to cover the medical copays he ignored, he found me, ruined the job out of pure possessive jealousy, and then fined my meager resident salary the very next morning just to show his absolute control. I endured his punishing kisses and cruel rebukes, sacrificing my dignity just to keep my mother alive. But I couldn't understand why he had to destroy every shred of my peace. If he wanted the perfect heiress, why did he refuse to let me go? Staring at his cold, controlling eyes in the stairwell, my exhaustion finally overpowered my fear. I was done being his victim, and it was time to tear up this contract.

Billionaire Modern Romance

8.4

Mistaken Moonlight: The Cabin 1412 Affair

8.4

On a cruise ship, an accidental encounter in Cabin 1412 changes everything. What was meant to be a quiet night turns into a life-altering mistake when a woman finds herself with a powerful billionaire. Now, she must navigate the fallout of that one fateful evening while hiding her identity from the man who won't stop searching for her. Amidst luxury and secrets, a hidden passion ignites, forcing them both to face an unexpected destiny.

Billionaire Modern Romance

7.9

My Husband Cloned Me to Replace His First Love

7.9

After years of marriage to a cold billionaire, Elena discovers a horrifying secret: she is merely a clone created to replace her husband’s deceased first love. Every detail of her life was engineered to mimic a ghost from his past. Shattered by this betrayal, she realizes her entire existence is a lie. Now, she must escape his obsessive control to reclaim her identity and find a future where she is no longer a substitute for a dead woman.

Billionaire Modern Romance

9.3

Reaching for the Stars Without You

9.3

After years of supporting her husband's climb to the top of the corporate world, a devoted wife realizes she has become a ghost in her own marriage. When his ambition finally eclipses their love, she makes the heart-wrenching choice to walk away from their life of luxury. Now, she must rediscover her lost identity and navigate the challenges of independence, proving that her worth was never defined by the billionaire standing beside her.

Billionaire Modern Romance

7.5

Reborn From Ashes: Divorcing The Billionaire

7.5

I was tied to a concrete pillar in an abandoned warehouse, the heavy stench of gasoline suffocating me. Ten steps away, a masked kidnapper slammed a loaded Glock onto a metal barrel and forced my husband, Alvie, to make a sick choice. "The wife or the mistress. You only get to walk out of here with one." Alvie didn't even blink. He walked straight toward the dark corner where his mistress, Gail, was crying. He wrapped his arms tightly around her, shielding her, and guided her toward the exit. He never looked back. He didn't cast a single glance over his shoulder. To him, I was already a corpse, just trash left on the pavement. The kidnapper laughed and tossed a lighter onto the soaked concrete floor. A wall of ghostly blue fire erupted instantly, swallowing me whole. The absolute agony of my skin blistering and melting shattered my sanity. In my last moments, consumed by the inferno, I couldn't understand how the man I had loved and served so submissively could leave me to burn alive. My heartbreak quickly morphed into a hatred far deeper than the flames. Then, I violently jerked awake. I shot up from the bed, gasping for cold air, my hands frantically checking my perfectly smooth, unburned skin. I looked at the desk clock. I had returned to exactly four years ago, the morning of the annual Gallagher family gathering. The fragile, naive wife died in that warehouse. This time, I am going to destroy them both.

Billionaire Modern Romance

9.3

Revealing My Secret Identities! My Bros Are Speechless!

9.3

For seventeen years, I was the crown jewel of the Kensington empire, the perfect daughter groomed for a royal future. Then, a cream-colored envelope landed in my lap, bearing a gold crest and a truth that turned my world into ice. The DNA test result was a cold, hard zero percent-I wasn't a Kensington. Before the ink could even dry, my parents invited my replacement, a girl named Alleen, into the drawing room and treated me like a trespasser in my own home. My mother, who once hosted galas in my honor, wouldn't even look me in the eye as she stroked Alleen's arm, whispering that she was finally "safe." My father handed me a one-million-dollar check-a mere tip for a billionaire-and told me to leave immediately to avoid tanking the company's stock price. "You're a thief! You lived my life, you spent my money, and you don't get to keep the loot!" Alleen shrieked, trying to claw the designer jacket off my shoulders while my "parents" watched with clinical detachment. I was dumped on a gritty sidewalk in Queens with nothing but three trunks and the address of a struggling laborer I was now supposed to call "Dad." I traded a marble mansion for a crumbling walk-up where the air smelled of exhaust and my new bedroom was a literal storage closet. My biological family thought I was a broken princess, and the Kensingtons thought they had successfully erased me with a payoff and a non-disclosure agreement. They had no idea that while I was hauling trunks up four flights of stairs, my secret media empire was already preparing to move against them. As I sat on a thin mattress in the dark, I opened my encrypted laptop and sent a single command that would cost my former father ten million dollars by breakfast. They thought they were throwing me to the wolves, but they forgot one thing: I'm the one who leads the pack.

Billionaire Modern Mystery

My Dominant CEO

Chapter 10

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