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 4
Those words backfired on Vasti in a way she never expected. She had always sworn she would never let any man control her. If someone ever tried, she believed she'd shut him down instantly.
She found herself wrapped up in the arms of this outrageously attractive, magnetic man, listening to him promise to take control— while every nerve in her body screamed for her to give in and let him do whatever he wanted. The urge to surrender left Vasti feeling ashamed of herself.
He moved in, his mouth hovering close to hers but not quite touching. "All you need to do is give in, Miss Phillips," he murmured. "Is this what you want?"
Almost unconsciously, Vasti nodded, her eyelids fluttering shut as she anticipated the kiss. She knew she'd probably agree to whatever he suggested—and that realization sent a silent alarm through her thoughts. Every rational part of her urged her to bolt, but her body stubbornly refused to cooperate.
Adônis MacGyver didn't waste a second. His hands slid deftly down Vasti's back, unzipping her dress and pulling it forward, leaving her exposed in front of him. He spotted her beige bra, grinned, and somehow found it more alluring than he'd expected. The pale color contrasted perfectly against her fair skin, and the lingerie added a unique elegance to her already full, rounded figure.
Flawless… he whispered, letting his hand glide across his own trousers. The sight left Vasti stunned— she had never seen a man's organ up close, at least not in person. "Is this what you want?"
I do, Vasti answered, barely recognizing the breathless, needy voice coming out of her mouth. Adônis MacGyver threaded his fingers through her loose hair, giving it a gentle but deliberate pull that made her meet his gaze and feel the subtle force of his grip.
Try again. "Yes, sir!" Vasti blurted out, still reeling. Adônis MacGyver tugged her hair once more, firm enough to send a message but not enough to hurt. "Say it again." "Yes, sir!"
Normally, Vasti would have snapped at anyone who tried to boss her around like this. But her lips betrayed her, giving in before she even had time to protest.
Yes… Yes, sir.
Adônis MacGyver rewarded her with a brief but intoxicating kiss.
That's right. Good girl. He swept his eyes over her, the approval clear. "Are you done with everything you needed to handle?"
Huh? Vasti's mind felt scrambled, barely able to process his question. "What do you mean?"
Your work. Did you finish it? he asked, his expression serious. Adônis MacGyver might have been obsessed with her, but he hadn't forgotten his responsibilities to the company. Vasti swallowed hard, struggling to pull herself together.
Uh… I just needed to give it one last review and send it to Miss Diaz's email, she replied, careful to keep things formal. Calling Heidi by her first name felt risky— Vasti had already been fired once, and she had no plans to repeat history.
Says the woman hooking up with the boss!
Then finish up fast so we can get out of here. I'll grab my things. Adônis MacGyver stepped back, but only for a second—he swooped in to kiss her, nipping playfully at her lips before slipping out of the break room, flashing a wicked grin and a wink as he went.
Vasti just stood there for a moment, stunned and motionless. "What had just happened?" she asked herself.
Once Vasti regained her senses, she straightened her dress and noticed a slick, uncomfortable sensation between her legs. Walking felt odd—she was embarrassingly wet. She hurried to the restroom, cleaned up as best she could, and returned to her desk. Vasti understood exactly what Adônis MacGyver intended, and she wasn't naïve. The only thing she hadn't figured out was whether she actually wanted to go through with it.
Seriously? My first real day on the job, and I'm already about to sleep with my boss? She mentally berated herself. "But he wants it. He was insanely attractive, and—let's be honest—you wanted him too. Why not? You only live once. Just go for it!" her mischievous side whispered.
Vasti completed her review, sent the document off to Heidi, and picked up her purse. The moment she stood, Adônis MacGyver showed up in the hallway, briefcase in hand and a smile playing on his lips.
His hair looked tousled, his tie hung loose, and the top two buttons of his shirt had been undone. She couldn't help but wonder if she was the reason for his rumpled appearance.
Ready? he asked. She answered with a small nod, and he gestured for her to join him at the elevator.
Vasti couldn't find the words for anything. They rode down together in silence, with security cameras watching— so naturally, he kept his hands to himself.
They stepped out into the garage, and he motioned for her to leave the elevator first. She obeyed, watching as he strode ahead. She trailed after him until they reached his car— the very same one from the previous night. With a quick press of his remote, he unlocked the doors and let her climb inside.
As soon as they pulled away from the building, Adônis MacGyver reached over and rested his hand on her thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze. Then he gave her a light smack in the same spot.
Oh! Vasti blurted out, startled. Heat flared across her skin, but the sensation wasn't unpleasant. She turned to him, still baffled and uncertain, while he just grinned even wider, completely unbothered.
We're going to understand each other perfectly, Miss Phillips, he assured her. Adônis MacGyver definitely had some unusual preferences, and Vasti seemed more than willing to play along.
She had never actually slept with anyone before. She had a serious boyfriend once, but she never felt safe enough to go that far with him. That boyfriend, on the other hand, couldn't stand the wait—her refusal to "give in" was all it took for him to cheat. Vasti ended up catching him in bed with her own roommate.
He didn't even bother to apologize; he just threw it in her face that she wasn't woman enough because she wouldn't sleep with him or "satisfy her man." Vasti wasted no time requesting a new room—she refused to keep living alongside her ex and his new playmate. Two months later, he came crawling back, begging for another chance. The reason? As it turned out, the other girl had ditched him for someone else—a woman, no less. Vasti had sent him packing, and thankfully, graduation came quickly enough that she didn't have to keep dodging him for long.
As she watched the striking man driving beside her, Vasti recalled searching his name online. His name was Adônis MacGyver. Adônis MacGyver. The name fit him perfectly; she'd never laid eyes on anyone so attractive. It wasn't just his glossy dark hair or those striking turquoise-green eyes—it was the way everything about him fit together, perfectly balanced and impossibly handsome. She could only describe him as flawless.
Lost in thought? Adônis MacGyver asked, glancing over when he noticed her watching him.
Um… there's something I should probably mention now. Vasti hesitated, chewing her lip when he frowned in curiosity.
What is it? Go ahead, you can tell me, he urged. Adônis MacGyver hoped she wasn't about to bring up a boyfriend— he wasn't interested in crossing that line. As far as he knew, she was single.
I've never… I've never actually done this before.
His smile widened. He'd heard it all before— women claiming they never had casual sex, insisting it only happened with a boyfriend, and the whole speech that usually followed. Part of him felt a twinge of disappointment; he hadn't pegged her as the type to make excuses.
I get it. But don't stress about it. There's a first time for everything. Having sex with someone outside a relationship isn't something to be embarrassed about. Honestly, it can feel freeing.
Vasti gave him a puzzled look, tilting her head a little. His answer made no sense to her at all.
I don't really see how that's relevant… she said quietly.
Now he looked thrown.
You just told me you'd never done this— never had sex without a relationship, never with someone you barely know… Casual sex, he said, baffled that he had to remind her of her own words.
That's not it. That's not what I meant— or at least not what I was trying to say, Vasti said after clearing her throat. "The truth is… Alright. I'm a virgin."
She chose to tell him now because she worried he might try to move too fast, and that wasn't what she wanted. If he hurt her simply because she hadn't warned him, the whole night would end badly for both of them.
Without warning, the car veered to the shoulder and rolled to a stop.
Vasti stared at Adônis MacGyver, completely confused. He kept his eyes on the steering wheel, and Vasti noticed his knuckles had gone white from gripping it so tightly.
What? he blurted, needing to be sure he'd heard correctly. "What did you just say?"
What do you mean?
Virgin! You said you're a virgin?! He turned to face her, and Vasti could tell his expression mixed anger, disappointment, and something she couldn't quite name.
Yes, Vasti confirmed quietly. He stared ahead and restarted the engine. "Is there a problem? I just didn't want to drop that on you at the last second… I figured it was better to mention it now."
Adônis MacGyver didn't respond. Instead, he made a sharp U-turn. It didn't take long for Vasti to realize he was driving back toward her neighborhood, though she kept silent until she was sure. He parked right in front of her building.
You should get out, he said, voice cold and eyes fixed forward. Vasti frowned and almost reached for his arm, but he pulled away before she could touch him.
I don't get it… We…
I don't sleep with virgins. That's the rule. They're always high-maintenance, they get attached, and before long, it's all talk about commitment and marriage. I'm not offering any of that. So go. Now.
Vasti stared at him for a moment, half expecting him to crack a smile. He didn't. He meant every word. With a scoff of disbelief, she climbed out, slammed the door behind her, and walked away without looking back.
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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."