MY EX-BOYFRIEND WANTS ME BACK
I never thought one broken promise could shatter my world twice.
His name was Marcus. He swore he'd stay in touch when he left for that "year-long business trip." Three months later, silence. No calls, no texts, nothing. On my birthday, drunk and done with heartbreak, I went home with a stranger. One reckless night. I slipped out before dawn, leaving a fake name. No more men. No more drama.
Then the perfect job fell into my lap: personal assistant to Victoria Langford, a young, filthy-rich heiress. Live-in position, great pay, exactly what my sick little sister and I needed. I moved in, ready for a fresh start.
Until I walked into her mansion and saw him. Marcus. In her arms. My fiancé was her boyfriend.
Rage burned through me, but I swallowed it. I needed this job. He begged forgiveness, fed me lies about a big contract, how he never stopped loving me. Weak, stupid, lonely. I fell back into him. Secret touches, stolen nights, right under her nose.
Then everything exploded. I came home to blood and sirens. Marcus swore he didn't know what happened. But when the police started digging, he pointed the finger at me. How do I escape this? Who's the father of the child growing inside of me?
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Chapter 5
The nanny, Maria, she'd introduced herself with a quick nod and wide smile, grabbed the second suitcase from the front step without a word.
She wheeled it smoothly beside mine as we stepped into the foyer. Marble floors gleamed under our feet. I was just too conscious of everything, everything here costs real money. My eyes roamed around, a faint smile clung to my face.
The air smelled expensive, like I had to drop some cents to breathe comfortably here, fresh linen and citrus filled my nostrils.
We turned into the sitting room and my stomach twisted tighter. I jammed my lips together immediately, I can't be found drooling.
Victoria Langford sat on the biggest couch I'd ever seen, cream leather, wide enough to swallow my whole frame. Her laptop balanced on a glass table in front of her.
My eyes ran through the masterpiece of a human in front of me, blonde hair stuck behind her ears perfectly, a free-sized dress that allowed her skin shine effortlessly, diamond studs catching the light.
Her eyes caught mine as we entered, blue eyes that could send a man to his knees. For a moment I understood why Marcus was with her, but he was still an asshole for all I care, and I'll never forgive him.
"Welcome, Miss Harper," she said, voice cool and smooth. "Come on in. Sit."
She motioned to the couch across from hers, her eyes flew back to the laptop. I forced my legs to move. Maria parked the suitcases near the wall and disappeared down a hallway. pleated skirt flowing with her, hitting her calves.
I lowered myself onto the edge of the seat, back straight, hands clasped in my lap so she wouldn't see them shake.
Cold crawled up my spine. The AC hummed softly from a vent overhead, but I knew the real chill came from the man I'd just seen half-naked in this same house. Marcus. My Marcus. Or what used to be.
Victoria tilted her head, her eyes smiled alongside her lips. "You look a little pale. Long trip?"
"Just... excited. And maybe a little nervous." I forced a smile, rubbing both palms, hoping they don't rat me out.
Her lips curved. The smile didn't reach her eyes this time. It was the kind that could slice through glass.
"That's... Understandable. New beginnings are always a bit... unsettling." She closed the laptop halfway, fingers resting on the edge. "Tell me about yourself, Samantha. Why this job?"
I swallowed. "I'm organized. Reliable. I've handled schedules, travel arrangements, and personal errands before. I'm good under pressure." My voice sounded steadier than I felt. "And I need the stability it brings. For my family."
She nodded slowly. Eyes flickered all over me, like she was sizing me up.
"Family. Really important. You mentioned a sister in your application?"
"
Yes. Mia. She's... sick. Needs surgery soon. This job means I can help her, hopefully."
Something flickered in Victoria's gaze, softened, maybe. "I respect that, you see... Not all of us are fortunate to have a sibling or siblings." She leaned back.
"Now, the practical side. You'll handle my calendar, correspondence, some household oversight. You'll live here full-time, I'm sure you already know about that, hence the bags. Your room is upstairs, private bath, good view., I know you'll love that."
I shook my head too fast. "No. It all sounds perfect."
"You seem... distracted. Do you have any questions?" Her eyes studied me for another long second.
"No Ma.. I just.. I'm not. I Promise." I could feel my insides burn as I part my lips to flaunt my pretentious smile.
Victoria's smile sharpened. "Good. Because I value focus. And loyalty. This house runs on trust."
The word loyalty hit like a slap. My palms went damp again. I wiped them on my skirt under the table.
"Tell me," she continued, "how do you handle conflict? If someone crosses a boundary?"
I met her eyes. "I speak up. Calmly. But I don't back down."
"Interesting. And if it's personal?" Eyebrows arched, eyes stern on me.
I felt a lump form in my throat, I wrapped my palms around my duffel bag, steadying myself with it. Images flashed again, Marcus's shocked face, his bare chest, the way he'd said my name as it burned.
"Personal is... harder. But I'd still protect what matters, personal issues should never affect the Job... And business.
Victoria watched me for a beat. Then she nodded. "Fair enough Samantha."
Silence stretched. She opened the laptop again, fingers flying over the keys. I sat there, heart hammering, mind screaming questions I couldn't ask.
Where is he? Why is he here?
Did he know I was coming? How long has this been going on?
I wanted closure, I wanted to hear what happened, to know why he stopped calling, to know why he gave me a ring and disappeared.
I bit the inside of my cheek until I tasted blood. Closure wouldn't pay Mia's bills. Closure wouldn't keep a roof over my head. This job would. I chose the job.
"I'm never going to let him close to me. Sara said he's dead, so is he!" I tried so hard to convince myself of why I should let him be.
For Mia.For myself.
Victoria finally looked up. Her smile this time was warmer, real.
"I like you, Samantha. You're direct. You don't waste words. I think we could work well together."
Relief crashed through me so hard my shoulders sagged. "Thank you. You not going to regret hiring me."
She nodded, closed the laptop fully. "Maria!"
The nanny appeared almost instantly, hands folded in front of her.
"Take Miss Harper's bags to the east guest suite. Show her around later. She starts tomorrow morning, eight sharp."
"Yes, ma'am." Maria grabbed both suitcases again.
Victoria stood, smoothing her hair. "And... Welcome to the house once again, Samantha. Dinner's at seven if you'd like to join. Otherwise, your room has a small kitchenette. You could use that, ask Maria foranythingyou want."
"Thank you, Ms. Langford." I stood too, legs shaky.
"It is Victoria, Samantha," she corrected, already turning toward the hallway. "We're not formal here, Maria would tell you."
She disappeared around the corner.
Maria motioned for me to follow. I grabbed my duffel from the floor and trailed her up the wide staircase. My room was at the end of the hall, big windows, queen bed, soft gray walls, a tiny sitting area with a fridge and microwave. Luxurious. Quiet. Safe.
Maria set the suitcases down. "Anything you need, just call the house line. Extension zero."
"Thank you." I smiled back, eyes stuck on the beautiful artwork hung on the wall. She left with a small nod. The door clicked shut.
I fished my phone out of my duffel bag immediately; I had to speak to Sara at once.
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8.7
"I hate you, Aiden! I hate you! And trust me... you'll never find anyone who'll love you the way I did."
Tears streamed down Charlotte Parker's face as she stormed into her room, packing the last pieces of her broken heart. This time, I knew I'd messed up. And there was no going back.
Charlotte Parker is a kind, beautiful, and well-mannered 22-year-old with dreams of becoming a popular writer. But life has other plans. With her family struggling, she's forced to step up... whether she's ready or not.
Aiden Kingston, on the other hand, is everything she can't stand. Arrogant. Rude. A notorious playboy. And the cold-hearted CEO of a million-dollar company. For Aiden, keeping his inheritance means one thing: marriage. Fast.
Both blindsided by an arranged marriage neither of them asked for, their worlds collide in the most chaotic way. Charlotte is water, soft but strong. Aiden is fire, uncontrolled and burning through everything in his path.
But Aiden has a secret. One that could destroy whatever fragile peace they're trying to build.
Will he let his walls down for her?
Can Charlotte see past his mistakes and frozen heart?
Or will the hatred between them grow so deep it consumes them both... for good?
7.1
I woke up gasping for air, expecting the cold concrete of a prison cell, but my fingers sank into the plush leather of a luxury Lincoln. I was twenty-four again, wearing the silver silk dress from the night my life was systematically destroyed.
Beside me sat my cousin Catrina, the woman whose carefully crafted lies had orchestrated my ruin and sent me to a penitentiary for five years.
In my first life, this was the night the dominoes fell. Catrina stole my jewelry to paint me as mentally unstable, and by morning, I was stripped of my medical license and labeled a criminal. My mother’s family, the Montgomerys, stood by and watched as my father’s company was devoured by wolves, treating my existence like a "liability" that needed to be managed. I still felt the phantom tremors in my hands from prison fights and the stinging betrayal of being discarded by the people I called family.
I had lived through five years of absolute hell, a former surgeon rotting in a cell while the people who framed me toasted to their success at galas I was no longer invited to.
"Don't be selfish, Dawn," Catrina whispered, reaching for the necklace that would later be used as evidence against me. "Let the jewelry shine on someone who actually matters."
She thought I was still the fragile victim she could manipulate, but she didn't realize I had returned from the grave with the cold, clinical calculation of a fixer.
Instead of walking into her trap at the gala, I forced the car onto a dark service road and dragged a dying billionaire, Jennings Stafford, from the wreckage of a burning SUV.
He was the only man powerful enough to destroy my enemies, and as I stitched his wounds with stolen supplies, I didn't ask for a thank you.
I looked him dead in the eye and proposed a contract that would set the world on fire.
"I want a strategic marriage. You get a harmless wife with a legacy name to calm your board, and I get immunity from everyone who ever touched me."
The bill for my five years in prison had finally come due, and I was here to collect.
9.7
Clarissa rushed into a crowded nightclub for one simple reason: to save her wildly drunk best friend.
But her ruthless billionaire husband, Giovanny, was watching from the VIP room. After effortlessly ruining a man just for grabbing her wrist, Giovanny punished Clarissa for breaching their public image contract with an impossible curfew.
When she inevitably arrived back at his penthouse late, he didn't just yell. He forced her to her knees by his bathtub to wash his back, making her watch an explicit, humiliating video as punishment.
A sudden family medical emergency dragged them to his parents' estate. Still in her soaked, transparent dress and his misbuttoned shirt, Giovanny's mother caught them. She joyfully assumed they had been passionately intimate.
Instead of clearing her name, Giovanny pulled Clarissa close and lied to his mother's face.
"We are working very hard on the family's future, Mother."
He locked her in the guest suite, tossed a sheer silk nightgown on the bed, and literally shattered the tablet holding their "no-contact" prenuptial agreement. He then slapped a file against the window—he had secretly bought all her father's toxic debt.
Clarissa was terrified. They were supposed to be business allies bound by a strict contract. Why was he suddenly acting like a predator determined to own her body and soul?
"Give me an heir, or your father goes to federal prison," he whispered.
Stripped of all choices, Clarissa picked up the white silk. She would surrender tonight to save her family, but as his shadow swallowed her, she made a silent vow to survive this monster, and one day, tear his empire to the ground.
9.3
They say you can't have it all. I'm about to prove them wrong-or destroy myself trying.
When my struggling mother married billionaire Richard Stone, I thought I was gaining a family. Instead, I found three stepbrothers who became my obsession, my downfall, and my salvation.
Dominic, the eldest, cold and commanding, who kisses me like he's claiming his kingdom and looks at me like I'm the only thing he can't control.
Julian, the charming playboy who hides a vulnerable soul beneath his perfect smile, making me feel like I'm the only woman he's ever truly seen.
Asher, the brooding artist who paints me like I'm his muse and touches me like I'm his masterpiece, seeing parts of my soul I didn't know existed.
They're forbidden. They're dangerous. They're everything I shouldn't want.
But when I discover my father didn't die by suicide that he was murdered by the very man who now calls himself my stepfather, these three powerful men becomes my unlikely allies.
First it was a forbidden attraction, now it's an arrangement that defies every rule.
The rules are simple:
I'll give each of them a chance.
I'll take everything they offer.
And in the end, I'll have to make the hardest decision of my life:
Choose one of them. Choose all of them. Or choose myself.
9.4
As a "wolfless" Omega at the absolute bottom of the pack hierarchy, my only goal was to build a safe, normal life with my fiancé, Dan.
That illusion shattered the day I came home early from work. I found Dan completely naked, tangled in my bedsheets with my cousin, Laura.
The suffocating stench of their betrayal polluted my home. Dan frantically tried to blame Laura, while she shrieked that they had been sleeping together for months. My sanctuary was destroyed. With no family to turn to, I fled into the night. Heartbroken and desperate for oblivion, I ended up in the office of my terrifying boss, Alpha Kane Cain. Fueled by whiskey and grief, I recklessly surrendered to him, signing a note consenting to whatever he wanted just to make the pain stop.
But the next morning, the blinding pleasure was replaced by pure terror. Kane hadn't pulled out. In our brutal world, an unmarked, wolfless Omega carrying an Alpha's child would be cast out and hunted. I panicked, begging him to let me leave, convinced I was just another disposable mistake.
Instead of letting me go, the ruthless Alpha's eyes darkened with a terrifying, primal possessiveness. He pulled out the note I had signed in my drunken haze.
"You gave me this power, little wolf," he growled, ordering his men to move my belongings to his estate. "Don't pretend you can take it back now."
7.9
Some cages are lined with silk. Some chains are dipped in gold. But they still hold you captive.
Nineteen-year-old Cassia Hale becomes the sixth bride of billionaire Killian Thorne, not out of love, but as payment for her father's gambling debts. One threat against her fifteen-year-old sister. One signature. And her life as she knew it is over.
Thrust into a mansion with five other wives, Cassia quickly learns she's different. Killian doesn't just want her, he's obsessed. She's the only one he intends to legally marry, the only one who can give him an heir, the only one who matters. But in a house where wives compete for survival and a mysterious fortune lies buried beneath the gardens, being the favorite makes her the biggest target.
Isla, the cunning queen bee, sees Cassia as an existential threat. Nessa, the jaded rebel, warns her to run while she can. Vera drowns in forbidden love with a servant. Mira watches everything with calculating eyes. And sweet, kind Thalia hides the most dangerous secrets of all.
When groundskeeper Dash offers Cassia escape and what seems like genuine love, she's torn between the monster who owns her and the man who might save her. But as drugged seductions, calculated betrayals, and murders disguised as accidents tear through the mansion, Cassia discovers the other wives aren't her only problem.
Someone is systematically eliminating the competition. Bodies are disappearing. Lies are unraveling. And Killian's dark empire, built on weapons dealing and blood money is more dangerous than she ever imagined.
As Cassia falls pregnant and the mansion descends into chaos, she must navigate deadly games where jealousy kills and trust is fatal. One by one, the other wives fall, exposed, destroyed by their own schemes, until only one question remains:
Will Cassia become another casualty? Or will she claim her crown as the only woman fierce enough to stand beside a monster and transform him into a king?
From captive to queen. From six brides to one. This is the story of how Cassia Hale became Mrs. Thorne and survived to rule his empire.
A dark, intensely erotic romance about power, obsession, and choosing love with your eyes wide open.
⚠️ Trigger Warnings:
Forced Marriage/Captivity
Dubious Consent (initial encounters)
Sexual Content (explicit, intense)
Violence
Emotional Manipulation
Power Imbalance (age gap, wealth gap, power gap)
Threats to Family Members (Lila)
Dark Themes (obsession, possession, control)
Death (side characters)
Psychological Intensity
Potentially Triggering Romance Dynamic