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 3
Shaking her head, Vasti stripped off her clothes and stepped into the shower. She set her alarm to ring early—there was no way she'd risk being late. The new boss might be devastatingly handsome and, Vasti had to admit, a total catch, but he looked like the type who noticed everything and had no patience for mistakes. The last thing she wanted was to end up on his bad side.
That night, her dreams were a feverish mix of steamy moments and anxious office drama.
After slapping the snooze button for a good ten minutes, Vasti finally silenced the alarm, stretched, and forced herself out of bed.
She considered letting her temper win and just skipping work altogether. But reality hit—she needed that job, not just for herself, but for her grandmother. If it weren't for that, she really would've blown off the whole thing and started hunting for something new.
I'll look for something else… but until then, I have to deal with this, she muttered, heading for the bathroom to brush her teeth. Her head throbbed, and Vasti cursed herself for drinking the night before. "If I'd known I'd have to work, I wouldn't have done this. All that wicked man's fault!"
She downed an aspirin, rummaged through her underwear drawer, and grabbed the first pair she found. Matching sets weren't her style—she usually stuck to black, white, or beige, and honestly, it never mattered to her. The only rule was simple: nothing torn, nothing stained, nothing she'd be embarrassed to be found wearing. If she ever dropped dead in public, at least nobody would badmouth her underwear. Her grandmother's voice echoed in her mind—a woman's honor was everything, and Vasti had no plans to be remembered as careless.
She picked out a black sheath dress with a built-in belt, which hugged her figure just right while still being perfectly professional. Her makeup was usually light, but this morning she went heavy on the concealer to hide the dark circles left over from her late night. She pulled her hair into a bun—messy, but neat enough to pass. Taking a steadying breath, Vasti grabbed her purse and headed out to catch the subway. For once, she had enough time and didn't need a taxi.
Less than an hour later, she walked into the building, took the elevator, and waited for the crowd to empty before stepping out on her floor.
Heidi had already gotten word: there was no need to hire anyone new, since Miss Cortez had been reinstated. Heidi was burning with curiosity but kept her questions to herself. The last thing she wanted was to risk upsetting the boss and having it blow back on Vasti. Heidi figured she'd just ask the girl herself when she got the chance.
Vasti! Heidi called out. Then, catching herself, she added, "I mean, Miss Cortez!"
Oh, just call me Vasti, Miss Diaz.
Then call me Heidi, the woman said, giving Vasti a warm smile. "Come on, your desk is all set up and waiting!"
Vasti grinned and followed Heidi down the hall. The rest of the day went smoothly—she worked hard, picked up plenty of new things, and nothing out of the ordinary happened. Near six o'clock, Heidi approached her again.
Vasti, could you do me a favor?
Sure, Vasti agreed. She wasn't visiting her grandmother until the next day anyway.
I need to go over this document, but there's a bit of an emergency at home. Could you handle it for me? Heidi asked, her eyes pleading.
No problem. Just tell me exactly what needs to be done, Vasti replied.
Heidi practically bounced with relief.
Thank you! She quickly walked Vasti through the details, reminding her to call if anything came up.
Back at her desk, Vasti dove into the work, determined to finish by eight. She couldn't wait to get home and finally collapse into bed. She planned to see her grandmother in the hospital the next day, so an early night out of work was non-negotiable.
She barely noticed the office emptying out as she worked. It wasn't until she stood to grab some coffee that she realized the entire floor was eerily quiet.
Good grief… she muttered, heading for the pantry.
Leaning against the counter, Vasti waited for the coffee to brew, eyes closed as she took a slow, calming breath. That was when she felt a pair of hands slide around her waist—making her jump.
Easy… came a low, seductive whisper—the same voice she'd been thinking about all day. It was hoarse and teasing, sending a shiver straight down her spine.
M-Mr. Gonzalez! Vasti stammered, placing her hands over his, trying to pry them off. He only took that as an invitation, pulling her even closer.
So tempting, he murmured, nuzzling Vasti's neck, breathing her in before pressing a kiss against her skin.
Adônis MacGyver never crossed lines with employees—not if he wanted them to stick around. But something about Vasti drove him to lose his grip. Ever since he first saw her, she'd been on his mind, and after last night, he hadn't been able to think of anything else.
No! What do you think you're doing? she protested, turning her face to glare at him—except their faces were suddenly inches apart. Her words vanished. Adônis MacGyver caught her chin, angled her toward him, and kissed her. Before Vasti could recover, he lifted her by the knees and settled her on the counter.
Now let's see if you've been a good girl, he said, hands gliding up her thighs as he gave her that crooked smile. He kissed her again, then paused, glancing down. "Beige?" he asked, sounding almost disappointed.
Vasti, lost in the moment, hadn't even realized her dress had ridden up, exposing her underwear. She tried to close her legs, but he blocked her, standing firmly between them.
This is completely inappropriate! You're my boss—you can't do this! she protested, hands pressed to his chest, trying both to steady herself and to push him back as she slid off the counter.
Didn't I say lilac? he asked, sidestepping Vasti's protest. He'd heard every word, knew she was right, but chose to ignore it for now. Adônis MacGyver's expression grew more serious as he raised an eyebrow.
Oh, so you expected me to wear lilac underwear? Vasti shot back, laughing nervously. "And why would I do that? Why should I take orders from you about something so personal? You might be my boss, but you don't control my private life!"
Because I told you to, he replied, flat and unapologetic, like it was the most natural thing in the world.
She held his gaze for a moment, then let out a derisive laugh.
I might work for you, but I'm not your property. What's going on in that head of yours?
He stepped even closer, his eyes locking onto hers, leaving her throat dry and her thoughts scattered. And, whether she wanted to admit it or not, her body responded in a way she couldn't ignore.
I know you want to be dominated, Miss Cortez, he murmured, pulling her in by the waist until their bodies were flush. Vasti could feel the hard line of his pants pressing right against her, more intense than anything she'd ever felt before. "And I intend to take control of you—exactly the way you deserve."
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9.1
Kaitlyn thought she was living a happy life with her husband Martin, until that night when she overheard his conversation with his mistress on the phone. Her world changed in an instant, especially when she learned that the woman was carrying Martin's child, while she had struggled to have a child in the four years she spent with him.
Then she discovered she was pregnant too, but a cruel plot was set against her. Kaitlyn was thrown in prison, and her husband sent her divorce papers without giving her a single chance. She lost one of her twins during childbirth, suffered, and lost everything.
Until that moment when Douglas, her husband's former rival, offered her a marriage contract. A way to take revenge and reclaim what was stolen from her by those who put her in prison, destroyed her life, and killed one of her twin children.
What will Kaitlyn do when the truth comes out? When she learns that Martin Thompson's mistress is none other than her closest friend Ashley? When she uncovers the full conspiracy against her and realizes that the death she witnessed was faked, the very reason she ended up in prison?
7.5
I run my family's political dynasty with an iron fist. From my father’s Senate votes to my own calculated engagement, every move is mine to control.
Then, in a single evening, my ambitious stepmother made her play. She used our housekeeper as a spy and orchestrated a scandal involving my fiancé and stepsister, designed to shatter my reputation and power.
They thought they could break me. Within twelve hours, the spy was dead on the marble floor of my foyer. My fiancé’s family was blackmailed into silence. My stepsister was exiled to a Swiss boarding school, and I stripped my own father of his authority for his weakness.
As for my stepmother, Bronte, I had her declared mentally unstable and forcibly taken to a remote facility in Montana, completely cut off from the world.
Everyone saw a cold-hearted coup, but they didn't know the secret I held. I had proof that Bronte had systematically orchestrated my brother’s death years ago, all to position her own son to inherit everything. This wasn't about power; it was vengeance.
But winning the war at home has put me on a much deadlier board. Now, I'm preparing for a dinner with Eldridge Marsh—the most dangerous man in Washington—who wants to decide if I'm a player he can use, or a threat he needs to destroy.
7.1
My husband, tech billionaire Amir Carter, was a god in Chicago. For five years, he was the perfect husband, and I, a pediatric doctor, believed I had finally tamed the infamous playboy.
But when my brother Keon needed an urgent heart transplant, everything fell apart. The donor Amir found was a young singer-exactly his type.
On the day of the surgery, as my brother was dying, I found my husband comforting her.
"Don't pressure her, Blake," he said. "She's delicate."
Then the call came. My brother was dead. Amir didn't even notice, annoyed that I was stressing out his new project.
He pushed me down a flight of stairs, crashed his car into my taxi to protect her, and gave her the last gift my brother ever made for me.
He saw me bleeding on the floor and walked right past, his only concern for the woman who let my brother die. My fairy tale was a lie. I was just another one of his seasonal projects, now completed and discarded.
He took everything from me. So I signed the divorce papers, refused his millions, and vanished. Now, he's left alone with the truth: he killed my brother, and he didn't even know it.
9.5
Rebirth. Revenge. Romance.
In her past life, Delia was blind to love. Betrayed by her cousin and ex, she discarded her "crippled" husband Curtis-only to die disfigured and alone.
Now she's back.
This time, she tears up the divorce papers and clings to Curtis's side-only to discover he's not weak at all. In fact, when he rises from his wheelchair, the world bows.
"You're mine-body and soul," he growls, his voice like velvet and steel.
She's the one seducing him now-until he's addicted, crazed, and can't live without her.
She'll crush her enemies, reclaim everything they stole, and love the man who once gave her the world.
This time, she'll give him back everything-and more.
8.7
My stepmother sold me like a piece of inventory to a man known for breaking people just to plug the financial crater my father left behind. I was delivered to the Morton estate in the middle of a freezing storm, stripped of my phone, and told that if I didn't make myself useful, my senile grandfather would be evicted from his care facility by noon.
The master of the house, Adonis Morton IV, was a monster living in a silent mausoleum, driven to the brink of madness by a sensory condition that turned every sound into a physical assault. When I was forced into his suite to serve him, he didn't see a human being; he saw a source of agony. In a fit of animalistic rage, he pinned me to the wall and nearly strangled me to death just for the sound of a shattering teacup.
I only survived by using my grandfather’s secret herbal blends and pressure-point therapy to force his overactive nervous system into a drugged sleep. But saving him was my greatest mistake. Instead of letting me go, Adonis moved me into a guest suite connected to his own bedroom by a hidden door. He didn't just want me as a servant; he needed me as a human white-noise machine to drown out the demons in his head.
The nightmare deepened when he took the promissory note that defined my freedom and tore it into confetti. By destroying the debt, he destroyed my exit strategy. He replaced my maid’s uniform with a silver silk dress that clung to my skin but did nothing to hide the dark, ugly bruises his fingers had left on my neck. He branded me as his "primary care associate," a title that was nothing more than a gilded cage.
I felt a sickening sense of injustice as he forced me to sign a contract that banned me from contacting other men and required me to sleep wherever he slept. He looked at me with a possessive heat, calling me his "medication" rather than a woman. My family had sold my body, but Adonis Morton was intent on owning my very presence, using my grandfather’s medical bills as a leash to keep me within twenty feet of him at all times.
Standing in a neglected greenhouse with mud staining my expensive silk, I realized I was no longer a victim waiting for rescue. If I was going to be his medication, I would learn how to be his cure—or his undoing. I began clearing the weeds with a cold, calculated frenzy, determined to turn this prison into my laboratory. He thinks he has trapped a helpless girl, but I am going to pry open the cracks in his stone walls until his entire world comes crashing down.
8.1
My fiancé, Connor, and I had a one-year pact. I'd work undercover as a junior developer in the company we co-founded, while he, the CEO, built our empire.
The pact ended the day he ordered me to apologize to the woman who was systematically destroying my life.
It happened during his most important investor pitch. He was on video call when he demanded I publicly humiliate myself for his "special guest," Jaden. This was after she'd already scalded my hand with hot coffee and faced zero consequences.
He chose her. In front of everyone, he chose a manipulative bully over our company's integrity, our employees' dignity, and me, his fiancée.
His eyes on the screen demanded my submission.
"Apologize to Jaden. Now."
I took a step forward, held up my burned hand for the camera, and made a call of my own.
"Dad," I said, my voice dangerously quiet. "It's time to dissolve the partnership."