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 9

When Vasti stepped out of the elevator, she noticed the office felt even quieter than usual. Heidi spotted her right away and motioned for Vasti to come over.

What's going on? Vasti asked.

Heidi leaned in. "Mr. Gonzalez's in a foul mood. Nobody knows why, but he showed up this morning looking like he wanted to bite someone's head off."

Vasti frowned at that. Adônis MacGyver had seemed calm when he left her at the hospital. What could have happened between then and now to put him in such a bad mood?

Alright. I'll just focus on my own work. The last thing I need is for him to come after my job—again.

Heidi nodded and got back to her own tasks. By now, Vasti had learned the ropes. Heidi trusted she'd be able to manage the office and keep Mr. Gonzalez's schedule on track when the time came for Heidi to take her leave.

The morning slipped by without much drama. Adônis MacGyver called Heidi in a few times, and every single visit left her looking more rattled than before. The last time, Vasti shot her a questioning look, silently asking what was up. Heidi just shook her head and hurried back to her office, keeping whatever it was to herself.

It was well past one in the afternoon when Vasti finally left her desk and walked over to Heidi's office, knocking on the door to get her attention.

May I go grab some lunch? Vasti asked.

She skipped breakfast that morning, worried that if she missed the hospital shuttle, she'd show up late for work—a risk she couldn't afford. With her boss already in a terrible mood, losing her job felt like a real possibility. This time, he'd actually have a legitimate excuse to fire her, since the mistake would be her own. Sure, running a few minutes behind might not usually get someone canned, but with her luck, she wasn't about to test it.

Yes, of course. Go ahead, Heidi said with a kind smile.

What about you? Aren't you going to eat?

Not yet. Don't worry about me. I'll go after you get back.

Vasti nodded and headed out. Calling it hunger didn't do justice to how empty she felt— her stomach was practically eating itself!

She pressed the elevator button, ignoring the surprised gasps that had just erupted behind her. If it didn't concern her, she wasn't about to get involved. Right now, the only thing on her mind was food.

Just then, a shadow loomed behind her.

It must have been another employee waiting for the elevator, Vasti thought. Still, Vasti didn't know everyone in the building—she hadn't been there that long. "Come on, elevator, move it!"

The elevator doors slid open, and she walked in with her head lowered, fishing her phone out of her purse. Just as she reached out to hit the button for the ground floor, someone's hand cut her off. She glanced up to see who it was right as the elevator doors shut behind them.

We need to talk, Adônis MacGyver said, his voice grave. Vasti arched an eyebrow.

Alright… She could tell Adônis MacGyver was more intense than usual. He gave off a suffocating energy, and she couldn't decide if she should ask what set him off. "He'll tell you himself, Vasti. Otherwise, he wouldn't have called you here," she told herself. "Oh, sir, what did I do this time? But I had to eat first. Let me eat something before we talk, Mr. Gonzalez," she told Adônis MacGyver.

Lunch? Vasti caught a strange glint in his eyes and narrowed her own, watching him closely.

Yeah. It's late, and I haven't eaten a thing today, Vasti replied, forcing her voice to stay steady as she looked away.

I thought you'd already eaten—with your little friend, Adônis MacGyver said.

Vasti looked up at him, puzzled. "What… What little friend?"

The elevator doors slid open and, before she could react, Adônis MacGyver took her wrist—firm, but not rough—and steered her straight to his car. "Mr. Gonzalez!" She protested.

Get in, he said, leaving no room for argument. Vasti hated being bossed around, so she dug in her heels. Adônis MacGyver let out an exasperated sigh, tossed her an impatient smile, and added, "Please."

Vasti shot him a look that practically said, "This better be worth it." Without another word, she nodded and slid into the car.

Would you care to explain what that was all about? Why did you drag me out here?

Adônis MacGyver gripped the wheel with both hands, closed his eyes, and drew in a slow breath before facing her.

Who was the man with you at the hospital?

Vasti needed a second to process. What man…? And then it finally clicked.

He's the doctor treating the person I went to visit, Vasti said.

Are you going out with him? Vasti frowned, puzzled by the question—especially since Adônis MacGyver sounded more intense than usual.

She blinked, thrown off by his tone. Was he really… jealous?

No, that's not... she muttered, then cleared her throat. She straightened up and looked him in the eye. "With all due respect, Mr. Gonzalez, I don't owe you any explanations."

Vasti! Just tell me—are you two together or not?

She wanted to tell him to mind his own business, but honestly, what was the point of dragging this out? If he wanted an answer, she'd give him one and maybe, just maybe, he'd finally leave her alone long enough to eat.

No, Mr. Gonzalez, I'm not seeing that man. Not the way you're thinking.

Relief washed over Adônis MacGyver, softening his whole demeanor. He reached out and gently brushed Vasti's cheek with his hand.

I didn't like seeing you that close to him, he admitted quietly. "He... He held your hand…"

He reached for her hand, as if to point something out, then brought it to his lips and pressed a kiss to the back of it.

Vasti sat there, utterly bewildered. Adônis MacGyver switched moods like flipping a light— one moment, he only seemed interested in sex, the next he acted like he cared, then he'd get mad out of nowhere, only to suddenly turn gentle again.

Honestly, he acted like a jealous boyfriend—which made no sense, since they didn't have that kind of relationship. If she had to label it, maybe there was some flirting, but that was the extent of it.

He's just a friend. And like I said, I don't owe you any explanations, she replied, her voice softer than she intended— almost a whisper.

Adônis MacGyver leaned in, pressed a light kiss to her lips, and rested his forehead against hers. "We need to talk after work," he said quietly.

Vasti licked her lips and nodded, already regretting her curiosity. She always managed to land herself in trouble. What could this man possibly want, other than sex?

Fine, she said, keeping her answer short. "That conversation was wildly inappropriate, but… Let's just get some food. Please."

Adônis MacGyver chuckled, sat back, and buckled his seatbelt. One hand gripped the steering wheel, the other shifted the car into gear.

So, what do you want to eat today?

I don't care… Honestly, I just need food.

I just need to eat too, he said, smirking. Vasti stared at him, half-annoyed that he'd even tried that joke.

He lifted his hands in mock surrender, still laughing. Just like that, the tension vanished. Suddenly, he was the same Adônis MacGyver she'd seen that morning—easygoing, relaxed, even friendly.

He started the car and drove out of the garage. Adônis MacGyver had already decided: he was going to take her somewhere for one of his favorite meals, something he rarely allowed himself to have.

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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

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