
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 6
Mark
I realized that the days at the office were going to be long early on. I was staying up late, sometimes texting and sometimes seeing a new girl here and there and I noticed my brother's dark looks a few weeks in as I yawned yet again. "Mark," he said in frustration from the computer as I stood by the window. He was such a good boy and kept his recreational activity to a minimum and I felt the looks from my family every day.
"I'm fucking here, Frank. What do you want from me?" I demanded after I made sure that the office door was closed. It was a private office and I thanked Dad every day for that.
"Help? There's a lot to do here even with the staff." He barked at me, frowning as he read something.
"Dad had an assistant sometimes, right? His own person to help him, not managers or anyone out there?" I was getting an idea as Frank looked at me. He nodded. "We could do that."
"What are you thinking?" Frank asked as he leaned back and ran a hand through his messy hair.
"There are a lot of gorgeous women here and as much as they flirt, we can't go there with staff." He had a good point. Some of the women had gone far in their flirtations, even popping up in here half-naked to try and seduce us. "So, we get an assistant. We look for a hot woman that will assist us with everything."
"You think we need a sex slave for this place?" I asked, admitting that my cock twitched at the idea.
"In part. She could be smart and help with other things, though we'd be less on edge here at the office." Mark's eyes were gleaming as he spoke and I frowned at him. Dad would never do this, but he was a happily married man when he started the business. He had no reason too, since he had a loving wife at home. He still worked hard here and I wondered if we could do the same.
It also wouldn't be the first time that we shared a woman. There were a few times that happened, both in high school and afterward. Women like the idea of two hot guys fucking them, and being twins just sweetened the pot. I looked around the spacious office thoughtfully, complete with a sofa and an extra desk that would work for someone, as well as the desk outside of the office. The only windows that we had were looking over the city, with the office being at the end of the building and very private if we closed the door.
; The door also locked.
"I don't know, " I said, even though I missed the nights with the women now that we were working. This was a sudden change for me, though I didn't vocalize it as much as Mark.
"Let's just do some interviews. Everyone knows how busy we are," Mark said as I gave him a long look.
"Fine," I agreed as he grabbed the spare laptop and typed something in. It was always busy around here and we didn't always want to bother the rest of the staff, and if we had someone running the office that was well-trained, we could take a bit of time off here and there. It might be a great idea.
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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.