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 5
Vasti couldn't believe what had just unfolded. First came the anger—a hot, all-consuming kind. Adônis MacGyver had made it sound like she was plotting some scheme to trap him. As if she had seduced him just to back him into marriage.
Bastard! How could he accuse her of that? She flung her purse onto the couch, kicked her shoes aside, and stormed into the bedroom. "I never did anything like that!" I kept to myself, and he was the one who started all of this!
While peeling off her clothes, anger faded and shame took its place. Vasti swallowed hard. It was true—Adônis MacGyver had made the first move in that kitchen, but he hadn't pushed her into anything! She'd been swept up in the moment, and if she was honest, she'd jumped into his car with barely a thought, ready to give her virginity to a man she barely knew. Knowing his name and job didn't change that!
Vasti sat at the edge of the bed, buried her face in her hands, and tried to process what she'd done. What had she been thinking?
You weren't thinking! she muttered, scolding herself, and collapsed onto the mattress with a groan of frustration. Of course, he'd think she was setting him up. What sane person would do that?
Vasti tossed her clothes aside and stepped into the bathroom, hoping a shower would scrub away her shame. Afterward, she threw together a quick meal and fired up her computer. She needed a new job, and she needed it fast!
If he doesn't fire you first thing in the morning, she muttered, lips twisted in a pout as she cursed her own recklessness. She had risked everything for a reckless fling. Vasti's grandmother was sick and needed help, yet here she was, making foolish decisions!
Even if this job seemed promising, she could always find something else. Heidi wouldn't go on leave for another two weeks. If Vasti landed another position within a week, she wouldn't leave Heidi stranded and could get away from Adônis MacGyver for good.
While Vasti scrolled through job listings, Adônis MacGyver was making his way back to his apartment, fuming. He slapped the steering wheel in frustration. Things had been going perfectly, and now everything was shattered—completely gone.
He already knew what happened with virgins— unlucky enough to have gone through it twice, though calling it twice was generous. Both times, the women wanted commitment, a relationship, a wedding. The first time, he'd been naïve and nearly walked into a disaster, but caught himself at the last second. The second time, things seemed fine until she blindsided him. He'd vowed never to let that mess happen again. Absolutely not! Sure, Vasti was captivating; he couldn't recall ever meeting another woman who checked all his boxes so quickly. Too bad she had to be a virgin.
And of course, she had to be a virgin! He slammed a fist against the console. Perfect.
Adônis MacGyver had even set aside his own rule about employees. He never mixed work with pleasure— everyone knew that spelled disaster. At thirty-one, he should have learned his lesson, especially when women were involved—his favorite subject and his biggest weakness.
Now he drove home, stuck with frustration and zero relief.
Unbelievable! he yelled, frustrated. All he wanted was Vasti—her body, her defiance, and, if he was being honest, the chance to show her a thing or two.
A wicked grin crept onto his face. She definitely had a rebellious side, and he burned to find out if she kept that attitude between the sheets. He wanted to dominate her, right there, but the truth was, she didn't even know herself in bed—she had never had sex.
Still… just because she claimed to be a virgin didn't mean she'd never done anything at all. Adônis MacGyver sighed, shaking his head. Was he really that dense? The way she kissed, the way her hands had roamed—could that all be raw instinct? He doubted it.
I acted on impulse! he snapped. They could have at least done something— anything. Instead, he lost his mind and threw her out of the car. "It's not over yet!"
Meanwhile, Vasti still wore her robe, sprawled on the bed, scrolling through job postings on her phone. There were plenty out there, but none matched her field.
That's the least of my problems. The important thing is getting work, she muttered to herself. If she ended up selling merchandise in a shop, so be it—as long as she could cover her grandmother's expenses and keep herself afloat. Downsizing was an option, too. "If my father weren't such a jerk, maybe I could rely on him."
Vasti's father had bailed on her mother before she was even born, marrying into money and never looking back. He never pitched in—not with raising Vasti, not with money, not with anything. On the rare occasions he did show up, it felt like he was granting her a royal favor. The last time Vasti saw him, she had begged for help for her grandmother. He promised he'd pitch in, but as usual, Vasti hadn't seen a dime.
The intercom buzzed. She ignored it. It was late, and she hadn't ordered anything. Then again, what if something was actually wrong—like a fire? Muttering a curse, she trudged over to answer, but the ringing cut off just as she entered the kitchen. She waited a minute. Nothing happened. Annoyed, she headed back to the bedroom.
Then the doorbell rang.
You've got to be kidding me! She threw her hands up and marched to the door, checking the peephole—just in case. The sight on the other side nearly made her eyes pop out of her head.
I know you're in there, he called.
Uh… but—
Miss Cortez. Open the door. He barked the order, and that tone grated on Vasti's nerves.
Vasti yanked the door open, ready to let him have it. However, she didn't get the chance. The second the door swung wide, his mouth was on hers, his arms locked around her waist, and the only sound she heard was the door clicking shut behind them.
Adônis MacGyver hadn't planned to barge in and act this way. He'd only meant to confront her, look her in the eyes, and see for himself if she was telling the truth about her virginity—or if she'd ever done anything at all. He could have waited until morning, but curiosity and impatience got the better of him. When she opened the door in just a robe, her scent hit him like a punch, and within seconds, he had her pinned on the sofa.
S-sir… she managed between frantic kisses, her hand pressed against his chest. "Slow… ah…!"
He glanced at her, taking in her flushed face. The robe had come undone but hadn't fully slipped off, offering him a peek at one of her breasts— full and inviting.
Would you settle for this? Just sex? he asked. That question hadn't been in his plans when he left for her apartment, but his self-control had evaporated.
Vasti stared at him, tempted to tell him to get lost. How could he have the nerve to show up after everything he'd said and ask something like that?
No, she answered, lifting her chin, determined to set things straight. "You're my boss. I need this job. This isn't going to happen."
That was the last shred of reason she had left. Adônis MacGyver's face shifted, stunned. Was she seriously turning him down?
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9.1
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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."