
Seduced By The Boss Brothers
After only one drink, she gave in to my intense blue eyes and thick black hair. It worked out well that we met at the hotel bar, where my twin brother Frank and I were having a good time.My brother and I inherited my father's company, while our priority is find an asssistant for both of us, to enjoy the pleasure of sex.
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Chapter 1
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I was just ripping off the underwear of the slim blonde in the darkened hotel room, ready to be inside of her in this penthouse suite that was mine for the week here in Lasvagas. She was easy, giving in to my bright blue eyes and heavy, dark hair after only one drink. It was convenient that I met her in the hotel bar where I was partying with my twin brother, Frank. I was certain that he was in his own room with the sexy redhead he'd been kissing at the bar. I could hear the wind outside of the many windows as I slid a finger inside of her body and found her neck with my lips. I was horny as hell and ready for this woman, at least until it was time to kick her out.
I was just moving over her when my phone rang from the living room of the huge suite. I assumed it was some girl that wanted to hook up, but I was busy. I had a girl and I was ready to rock her world as I moved over her. I heard the phone ring once more after it went through the three rings before going to voice mail. Who the hell was so hell bent on getting through to me at one in the morning? I sat for a moment and listened to it go through the cycle, breathing in the fruity scent of her body as it went silent.
I was just sliding into her when I heard the phone yet fucking again. She was tight and wet and I didn't want to pull out of her, but I sensed this was important. I kissed her neck and whispered that I needed to take this call, pushing my body back as I left the bed. I didn't bother to dress since we were alone and I was going to be back in that bed as soon as I could, coming back to reality as the shrill ring taunted me from the living room where my half-filled glass of whiskey was on the bar. I glanced around the room to see the screen blinking on the couch, walking over to it with a resigned sigh. I grabbed the phone and noticed Frank's name on the screen, wondering why he wasn't with the redhead. "Frank? What the hell?" I asked as I placed it to my ear, annoyed at my brother for one of the few times in my life. We were twins, born five minutes apart and as close as we could be. "Is everything okay?"
"No,. It isn't. Dad was in a car accident on the way home from the airport. We need to catch a flight back to Miami as soon as possible. Mom and Annabella need us." His voice was low and I could hear the emotion in it that he was withholding.
"Shit. Okay. I'll pack a bag and meet you at your room." I hung up and stood in the empty, gorgeous room for a moment. I was here because of my father and all his hard work building the most successful shipping company in the world. He'd started it himself just after college, beginning from the garage of their house and now it was in the ranks with Amazon, though he focused on computer parts and office supplies. Amazon sold everything. I went back to the bedroom, seeing the blonde on the bed waiting for me, looking dazed and horny. "Sorry, doll. Change of plans. I have to go back to Miami for a moment."
"Is everything okay?" She asked as concern flashed over her face. I would never talk to her about my personal life. She was one of many that was here because of my name and money, my father's success. I knew that she didn't care about who I was inside, even though it looked cute on her.
"Yeah," I told her vaguely as I reached for my pants and slipped them over my body. I glanced around for my shirt and slipped the black t-shirt over my broad shoulders and ran a hand through my shoulder length hair as I tried to think about what was happening. I needed to pack the week or so worth of clothes that I had here and get to Frank's room. I needed to go home. I walk over to pull the shirts from the closet, the pants, and tees from the drawer. I toss them into my Hartmann luggage that was sitting on top of the big cherry wood dresser. I get my jeans and toss them on top before I go to the bathroom and wrapping everything in one of the thick towels from the shelf to keep everything else dry.
I glance at the bed once the chore is done, seeing the woman dressing in her short black skirt and red silk blouse. I knew
that I'd torn her underwear and that she was bare underneath but she was gorgeous. She'd be with another man in no time, whatsoever. I didn't care that she would, either. I zipped my black suitcase closed as she stood and slipped her feet into the heels that matched her clothes well, though I didn't pay a lot of attention to women and their shoe obsession. I appreciated a pretty face and the lingerie that covered their bodies before I ruined it, but the clothes and shoes weren't something I mind to.
I felt the woman looking at me as she stood across the room. "Do you need a cab?" I asked her as I shot her a glance.
"I have a room here as well. I just knew that yours was better," she assured me, sealing the knowledge that I already knew. She wanted a night with the trust fund kid. I watched her walk out and heard the door close before I made sure that I had all my things. I grabbed the suitcase and left the room, taking a right to my brother's room before I tapped at the door.
It opened and my likeness stood before me, looking concerned and stressed. I walked inside the room that was just like mine and over to the bar where I poured myself another whiskey. "How is he?"
"Critical," Frank replied as I looked at him. He was closer to our dad, though we were similar in our lifestyles. We both traveled a lot, partying all over the globe even though he wanted his only sons to go to college for a Business degree. He wanted us taking over from him, but we were only twenty-one and he was just forty-six, healthy as a horse right along with my mother. Wasn't he? "Mom said the plane will be at the airport in the next half an hour to get us."
We had a private plane. We had boats in every ocean that existed and homes in all my parent's favorite vacation spots. We had everything that money could buy and enough in the bank to keep that going, thanks to the man that was in the hospital right now. He worked hard for us. Who would take care of things now?
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9.3
My husband promised me forever, but gave me endless lies. On our anniversary, I found his secrets on social media, exposed by his mistress. He didn't just break my heart; he broke my entire world.
Seraphina sat alone in her opulent mansion, preparing their anniversary dinner, feeling the suffocating weight of her cold, hollow marriage.
An Instagram post from Tiffany Sloan then brazenly revealed Harrison's hand at a romantic dinner, shattering his flimsy excuses and exposing his blatant infidelity.
The betrayal turned Seraphina's despair into cold resolve. He gaslighted her, dismissed her pain, and reminded her she was "nothing." He chose his mistress over her dying brother, caused her to break an ankle, and finally abandoned her on a desolate street corner, stripped of dignity.
How could she have sacrificed her entire violin career for a man who so casually discarded her? Under that bridge, her foolish love died, leaving only a fierce desire for reclamation.
Shivering and alone, a faded flyer for a violin teacher caught her eye. It was a defiant whisper of her old self, a promise: Seraphina Vanderbilt was gone, and a new Seraphina was finally free.

8.8
Rumor has it that Edward Hawthorne, the world's wealthiest man, is engaged to a woman from an equally illustrious family.
Yet those closest to him whisper about the first love he's been chasing for more than ten years.
But as far as Alice Sterling is concerned, neither the fiancée nor this mysterious "first love" really matters. Her formidable boss, Edward, is already married-and completely devoted to his wife.
He gifts her jewels worth millions without blinking, personally selects her presents from exclusive designer boutiques, and carefully plans intimate candlelit dinners.
If that's not love, what is?
Except.why do those multi-million-dollar necklaces keep finding their way to her? And why is the scarf he supposedly bought for his wife now wrapped around her neck?
As the soft candlelight plays across his sharp features, something clicks inside Alice.
It turns out the spoiled, pampered wife of the billionaire tycoon.has been her all along.

7.2
Stepping out of the women's correctional center, Karli took her first breath of freedom in three years.
But the luxury SUV waiting for her didn't bring her home. Instead, her adoptive parents tossed a prenuptial agreement onto her lap.
They demanded she marry a violently unhinged, disfigured man so their company could secure a massive commercial deal.
When she refused, her adoptive mother slapped her hard across the face.
The blow brought back the suffocating nightmare from three years ago—how they had drugged her, framed her for a crime she didn't commit, and sent her to prison just so her stepsister could steal her fiancé.
Now, to break her again, her adoptive father ordered his bodyguards to drag her into the estate's freezing, pitch-black basement.
"You can rot in the dark without food or water until you sign that paper!"
Sitting on the damp cement, bleeding and shivering, a white-hot fury burned away Karli's panic.
They had stolen her youth, her reputation, and her grandfather's inheritance. She would rather die than be their sacrificial lamb again.
She smashed the basement window with a hammer, dragged her bleeding body through the shattered glass, and sprinted blindly into the stormy night.
Under the flickering neon sign of a convenience store, she grabbed the sleeve of a terrifyingly cold stranger.
"Are you single? Marry me right now."
She just needed a legal marriage to escape her family, entirely unaware she had just proposed to the most ruthless billionaire in Chicago.

8.2
One night was supposed to be her escape. After catching her ex-boyfriend in the arms of her treacherous stepsister on her twenty-first birthday, Valerie sought the only mercy she could find: the numbing sting of alcohol. But the morning brought no peace-only a shattered spirit, a body marked by a stranger, and a memory wiped clean against her will.
Months later, Valerie is a woman reborn from the wreckage, landing a high-paying role at the prestigious Noir Group. But the dream quickly shifts into a polished nightmare. Her new boss is Ellan Noir-a ruthless CEO whose name commands the city and whose eyes hold an unmistakable, familiar darkness.
When a mistake in the executive lift threatens her career, Ellan offers a devil's bargain: a contract of total submission. To save her best friend Nora's failing heart, Valerie must become his private property, bound to his beck and call 24/7. As office politics bleed into a dangerous game of obsession, Valerie realizes the man who rules her career is the same shadow who owns her past.
Dragged into his world of chaos, Valerie discovers a truth that changes everything She decides to collide with Ellan's business rival y get revenge until she realises she is carrying his child. As she struggles to survive the predators in the Noir family, Ellan fights for his life in a hospital bed. With a baby's life hanging in the balance after a lethal post-birth injection, Valerie must decide if she can save the man who broke her-or if their twisted fate will end in tragedy.

8.4
Running from her father's rejection, Isabella arrives in London determined to start over, only to walk straight into temptation and danger. Her obsessive ex is waiting at the airport. And the stranger from her one reckless, unforgettable night in New York is now her new billionaire boss.
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"Hello, Isabella." Mateo Rossi's voice is low, smooth, and dangerously familiar, sending heat curling through her before she can stop it.
She freezes. He leans back, eyes dark and unreadable, lingering on her just a little too long.
"I never knew Nathan had a daughter like you," he says softly. "All grown up." Relief floods her.
He doesn't recognize her. Not the girl from that night. Not the one who lost control in his arms. Or he does, and he is choosing to pretend. Because Mateo watches her like she belongs to him. He tests her, corners her, pushes her past every limit she thought she had. Doors close.
Tempers snap. Boundaries blur. And Isabella realizes something far more dangerous than her past catching up to her. London was never her escape. It is his world. And this time, Mateo Rossi has no intention of letting her walk away.

8.1
I was just a cleaner making fifteen dollars an hour, scrubbing floors to hide from a past that haunted me.
But when I walked into a billionaire's pristine penthouse, the suffocating visions hit me again. I saw a woman brutally murdered in a room that had been bleached spotless.
I called 911, and that brought the one man I had spent three years running from right to my door: NYPD Captain Kelvin O'Brien.
The patrol cops wanted to lock me up because I found the hidden blood too fast. To avoid a psych ward, I had to pretend my horrific supernatural visions were just brilliant deductive logic.
I had to physically endure the phantom sensation of the victim's throat being crushed and poison burning her stomach. All while Kelvin cornered me, demanding to know why I abandoned him and my title as the department's greatest asset, "The Oracle."
I didn't want to look at dead bodies anymore. I didn't want to feel their agonizing deaths. Why couldn't they just let me disappear?
But when the victim's wealthy husband walked into the precinct with a smug smile, ready to get away with murder, I couldn't stand it.
I forced myself to relive the victim's dying moments, guiding Kelvin to cut open her decomposed stomach to find the diamond ring she had swallowed.
"We have your blood inside her stomach."
His perfect alibi was shattered. But when we found an underground syndicate token hidden in his wallet, I knew my quiet life was over.