Pregnant With The Ruthless Billionaire's Secret
Aubree Hamilton was the top-tier executive assistant to Wall Street's most ruthless titan, Beck Franco. A month ago, she made a catastrophic mistake and spent the night in his bed.
Thinking she had erased the mistake with a morning-after pill, she panicked upon his return and lied about being engaged to push him away.
But Beck, a man who despised disloyalty above all else, immediately suspended her and ordered her escorted out of the building. Her nightmare only escalated when her toxic ex-boyfriend attacked her on the street, tearing her purse open and exposing the empty morning-after pill box to the public—and to Beck, who was watching from his penthouse. After having his security rescue her, Beck trapped her in his car, ruthlessly tearing apart her fake engagement. Later in her apartment, the suffocating tension between them almost ignited into a kiss, but a violent wave of nausea suddenly hit Aubree.
She shoved him away with all her strength and violently threw up in the bathroom.
Beck took it as the ultimate physical disgust. He walked out, deeply humiliated and dangerously obsessed, unleashing his resources to investigate her every move.
Left alone and trembling, Aubree finally checked the crushed white box. The pill she took had expired a month ago.
Staring at the two bright pink lines on the pregnancy test, she made a desperate vow: Beck Franco could never know she was carrying his child, and she had to disappear before he found out.
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Chapter 2
"Alex, please," Aubree whispered, a final, desperate plea. Her hand was frozen on the doorknob. "You know his rule about gifts. This is-"
"I'm sorry, Aubree." Alex's eyes were full of genuine sympathy, but his stance was unmovable. "He just got back, he's in a foul mood, and his exact words were, 'I want to see them.' I can't help you."
His tone said what his words didn't: You're on your own.
Her heart sank into the soles of her expensive heels. There was no way out. She was trapped.
She turned back to the door, her palm sweating against the cool brass of the handle. She couldn't bring herself to push it open. Her mind raced, a frantic scramble for an excuse, any excuse. Family emergency. Sudden illness. A fire drill. Each one sounded more pathetic than the last.
Then, a wild, insane thought took root.
Run.
Just turn around, shove the box at Alex, and bolt for the elevators. It would be professional suicide, but it felt infinitely better than walking into that office.
She was tensing her muscles, ready to pivot and flee, when a soft cough sounded behind her. It was Alex, a gentle reminder that he was still there, that the entire executive floor was watching.
She closed her eyes, a silent surrender. The escape fantasy evaporated, leaving only the cold, hard reality of the mahogany door.
She pushed it open.
The office was vast, a cavern of glass and steel overlooking the sprawling Manhattan skyline. And there he was. Beck Franco stood with his back to her, a tall, imposing silhouette against the afternoon light. His shoulders were broad beneath his perfectly tailored suit, his posture radiating an unassailable authority.
The room was so quiet she could hear the frantic, rabbit-fast thumping of her own heart.
"Mr. Franco, sir?" Her voice was a reedy whisper.
He turned, slowly. The movement was fluid, controlled, like a predator turning on its prey. His face was a masterpiece of masculine beauty, all sharp angles and unforgiving lines. But it was his eyes that held her captive. They were the color of a storm cloud, gray and intense, and they scanned her with an unnerving precision, as if they could see straight through her skin, through her carefully constructed lies, and into the terrified mess of her soul.
His gaze lingered on her face for a beat too long before dropping to the gift box clutched in her hands.
"This is from Mr. Alistair Rhodes-Prescott," she managed, her voice shaking slightly. "He asked me to deliver it."
Her words hung in the air. An idea, a chance for a quick escape, presented itself.
She stepped forward and placed the box on the corner of his massive desk, a slab of polished ebony that looked like it had been carved from a single tree.
"The gift is delivered," she said, trying to sound brisk and efficient. "If there's nothing else, I'll get back to my desk."
She turned, her body screaming to get out, to put as much distance between them as possible. Her fingers were inches from the doorknob.
"Did I say you could leave?"
The voice was low, dangerously soft, but it stopped her as effectively as a physical blow. Her entire body went rigid.
Slowly, she turned back. He had moved behind his desk and was now seated, his hands steepled in front of him. He looked like a king on his throne, a judge about to pass sentence.
Desperation clawed at her throat. She had to say something, do something to sever this unbearable tension. She opened her mouth to speak, to re-establish the boundary between boss and assistant, but the words wouldn't come.
She took a step back, a clumsy, involuntary retreat. Her heel caught on the edge of the plush rug. She stumbled, a small, undignified lurch.
And then she turned and fled.
She didn't run, not exactly, but her walk was fast, a panicked stride down the silent corridor. She rounded the corner toward the main assistant's bay, her heart hammering against her ribs.
She collided with something solid.
A wall of muscle, unyielding and warm. Strong hands gripped her upper arms to steady her, and she looked up, her breath catching in her throat.
It was Beck Franco.
She stared in horror, not at the door he was supposed to have come from behind her, but at a discreet, flush-mounted panel at the end of the hall she'd never noticed before. It was a private entrance, likely leading to his personal elevator or an adjoining suite. He hadn't chased her; he had anticipated her.
The gift box, which she had inexplicably snatched back from his desk in her flight, slipped from her nerveless fingers. It landed on the carpet with a soft, damning thud.
He bent down, retrieving it in one smooth motion. He glanced at the logo on the wrapping paper, then his gray eyes lifted to lock with hers. They were unreadable, chips of granite.
He didn't speak. He simply tilted his chin toward the office she had just fled. The command was silent, absolute.
In.
Aubree stared into those bottomless eyes and knew, with a certainty that chilled her to the bone, that this time, there was truly nowhere left to run.
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Johana walked half a mile through a brutal blizzard just to secure a tutoring job with the elite Black family.
But the very night she was hired, she received a terrifying call from the ER—her quiet roommate, Hazelle, had been drugged and severely traumatized at a Hamptons party.
When Johana rushed to the hospital, she didn't find the police. Instead, she found a team of ruthless billionaires erasing the crime.
Leading them was Dalton Black, the cold, arrogant older brother of her new student.
Within minutes, Dalton's fixers wiped the hospital's security footage, deleted all digital evidence, and forcefully transferred Hazelle to a locked private psychiatric facility.
"We are ensuring her privacy."
Dalton's voice was devoid of emotion, treating the horrific assault like a minor PR glitch.
His friends mocked Johana's powerlessness, while Dalton authorized a blank check to pay for the private ward, effectively burying the scandal and buying their silence.
Johana stood in the sterile hallway, trembling with a mix of despair and absolute rage.
How could they destroy an innocent girl's life and simply pay to make it disappear? Why was the truth so easily erased by money?
She had no wealth, no connections, and no proof, but she refused to be a victim of their cover-up.
Staring directly into Dalton's intimidating, icy blue eyes, Johana made a vow.
"I don't want your money. I will find out what you monsters did to her."
She thought the billionaire heir would crush her on the spot, but instead, he watched her walk away and quietly ordered his assistant: "Find out everything about Johana Neal."
9.5
Alina was the eldest daughter of the prestigious Padilla family, but everyone mocked her as a defective dud who couldn't cast a single spell.
The moment she woke up, her father and younger sister Karina barged into her room, demanding she sign a transfer agreement to the Aethelgard Order-the most brutal faction on the continent.
It wasn't just a transfer; it was a legal disownment. In her past life, Alina didn't realize Karina was also reborn. She had dropped to her knees and begged to stay. Her reward? Her magic was violently drained from her veins by her own family. Her fiancé drove a blade through her chest, and her sister stood over her bleeding body, smiling. She had ruined her hands making potions for them, only to be discarded like trash.
The phantom pain of her chest being ripped open still burned behind her ribs. Looking at the hypocritical family waiting for her tears, she felt nothing but exhausting disgust. Why should she ever be their stepping stone again?
"For the honor of the family, you leave today."
Her father sneered as she calmly bit her thumb and pressed her bloody fingerprint onto the contract. This time, Alina didn't cry. She packed a single bag and walked out the door, heading straight for the deadly Aethelgard Order to show them what a true monster looked like.
7.2
Azura Briggs was just a broke college student working freezing valet shifts to pay her adoptive mother's crushing medical debt.
Her desperate life shattered the night a bulletproof Maybach violently cornered her in an alley, and a ruthless billionaire kidnapped her by mistake.
After a harrowing escape, Azura was forced to take a humiliating "plus-one" gig at a high-end gala just to survive. But her date turned out to be the billionaire's arrogant nephew, who promptly abandoned her to the wolves. Cornered by a sleazy executive and his psychotic wife, Azura was publicly slapped, her dress torn, and left bleeding on the floor while hundreds of elites watched in disgust.
Just as she prepared to fight to the death, the crowd violently parted. Hunter Mcintosh, the terrifying man who had kidnapped her days ago, dropped to his knees in the broken glass and wrapped his bespoke jacket around her trembling shoulders.
Azura was completely paralyzed. Why was the monster who threatened her life now destroying billionaires just to protect her?
But the illusion of safety didn't last. Trapped in his Maybach hours later, Hunter threw a draconian employment contract at her feet.
"Sign it, and her care is covered. Forever."
He knew exactly how to break her. He was offering to pay off her mother's debt, but only if she signed her life away to become his personal assistant. With no other way out, Azura picked up the heavy pen.
8.6
Today was my father's grand second wedding, but for me, it was the anniversary of my mother's death.
My new stepmother, Marley, who was only four years older than me, cornered me. To establish her dominance as the new Luna, she ordered her servants to force me to my knees and violently ripped my late mother's necklace from my neck.
It was the only memento my mother had left me. Marley sneered, threw it to the ground, and shattered the gems. When I scrambled to pick up the broken pieces, she dug her high-heeled shoe into the back of my hand, mocking me as dirty trash. No one stepped in to help. My father was too busy celebrating his new marriage under the dazzling lights, completely erasing my mother's memory and leaving me to be abused in my own pack.
My heart was full of grievance and despair. Why did my mother's lifelong devotion end with her grave desolate and her daughter humiliated? I swore I would never become a weak, discarded she-wolf whose life depended on a man.
Desperate to escape the suffocating wedding, I ran outside and stumbled right into the chest of a terrifying stranger.
"No one should ever touch what is precious to you."
His golden eyes blazed with fury as sparks instantly shot through my veins. He was Kade Blackwood, the ruthless Alpha of the feared Blood Moon Pack—and my fated mate.
8.5
Amelia, an artist struggling to live a life full of dreams and hardships, finds herself caught in an unexpected vortex after a wild night at a masquerade ball. She wakes up with a hazy memory of piercing blue eyes and a powerful presence, without knowing who the man was or what happened? A few weeks later, Amelia's life changed forever when she realized she was pregnant. The baby's father? None other than the Lycan King, a powerful and dangerous creature who rules the hidden world of werewolves. Forced into a world of magic, danger, and forbidden love, Amelia must adapt to a new life. He must navigate the dangerous politics of the Lycan Kingdom, learn to control the new powers that arise within him, and face the wrath of the King's jealous couple. In the midst of this chaos, Amelia must choose: accept her fate as the Lycan King's mate, or fight for her freedom and the life she lives.
8.1
Red Moon
8.1
Blood Moon – Story Description
Blood Moon is a dark, thrilling tale of forbidden attraction, supernatural rivalry, and the fine line between predator and prey. Set in the seemingly ordinary Silver Hollow College, the story unfolds in a world where vampires and werewolves secretly coexist alongside humans, each hiding their true powers while battling their own instincts, rival clans, and the pressures of legacy. In this shadowed world, every glance can hide a threat, every conversation can carry hidden meaning, and every full moon can unleash the beast within.
At the heart of the story are Catrine Nella, a powerful young vampire, and Edwardo Zee, a disciplined yet conflicted werewolf. Catrine is sharp, cunning, and deadly, raised under the constant pressure of her ambitious step-sister who insists she feed on human blood to grow stronger. Catrine's natural talents in both magic and combat make her a force to be reckoned with, yet she struggles with morality, identity, and her own desire for control. Edwardo, on the other hand, is torn between his instincts as a wolf and the manipulations of his ruthless step-brother, who demands that he become a killer to claim alpha status. Edwardo wants to be a true alpha, not through bloodshed, but by protecting others and leading with honor-an ambition that sets him apart from his family and makes him both a target and a misfit among his kind.
The story begins with a violent, electrifying encounter between Catrine and Edwardo in the forest during the full moon. Both are drawn by their own impulses-Catrine performing a vampire ritual, Edwardo struggling to control the wolf within-and the resulting clash is fierce, brutal, and unforgettable. This first meeting ignites a dangerous rivalry, with each recognizing the other's extraordinary abilities while also sensing something forbidden and magnetic between them. Though enemies by instinct and heritage, the connection they forge amidst conflict sets the stage for a tension-filled enemies-to-lovers narrative that drives the series forward.
As the story unfolds, Silver Hollow College becomes a battlefield not just of physical strength but of intellect, cunning, and emotional power. Catrine and Edwardo test one another constantly-through subtle glances in class, tense encounters in crowded hallways, and increasingly dangerous confrontations in the forest. Each battle pushes them further, revealing vulnerabilities and strengths, and slowly transforms their relationship from animosity into fascination, grudging respect, and eventually, desire. Amidst this, both characters are confronted with the pressures of their families. Catrine's step-sister threatens her with weakness if she does not feed on human blood, while Edwardo's step-brother pressures him toward ruthless dominance, creating a constant tension that challenges their morality and tests the limits of their powers.
At its core, Blood Moon is a story about choice and identity. It explores the struggle between instinct and conscience, power and restraint, hatred and attraction. It examines what it means to be strong-not just physically, but emotionally and morally-in a world where strength often comes at the cost of humanity. Through fast-paced action, supernatural intrigue, and the slow-burning, dangerous pull between Catrine and Edwardo, the story blends romance, suspense, and fantasy into a gripping narrative. It is a saga of blood and moonlight, of predators and secrets, of rivalry and passion, and of two young supernatural beings whose lives are forever intertwined by fate, desire, and the power of the Blood Moon.