Sr CEO "Enamorada de mi jefe"

The voices stopped me cold halfway up the stairs. I froze, my hand still on the railing, heart hammering against my ribs. The light from the nursery spilled across the hallway—soft, yellow, peaceful. Too peaceful for what I was hearing. Claire’s voice, hushed but trembling. I had never heard my sister-in-law speak in such a tone. “We can’t keep doing this, Michael. She’ll find out. And if the child grows up and looks like you—” Then Michael, my husband’s—steady, controlled, that same low tone he used in board meetings. “It doesn’t matter. I’ll take care of her if she finds out.” I didn’t breathe. Couldn’t. My sister-in-law. My husband. They were siblings. How could they?

Xavier Ford had fallen for a college student. He pressured Thea Gonzales into divorcing him: "Thea, she's not interested in my money; she just wants to be recognized as my partner, and I have to give her that." From high school days through to marriage, Thea and Xavier had been together for seven years. She stood by him during his lowest point in life. But now, as his career flourished, he found himself drawn to the youthful allure of someone younger. He claimed that her presence reminded him of the struggles they endured when they could barely scrape by. He said she represented a part of his past he wished to leave behind—a stark contrast to the college student who admired him, sparking feelings of excitement and renewal. Eventually, he got what he wanted and divorced her, but soon came to regret it. *** The day Thea and Xavier finalized their divorce at the county clerk's office was the first time she met Addilyn Freeman. Barely in her twenties, Addilyn radiated vibrancy and charm. Her joyful demeanor took Thea back to her own college days.

He called her boring. He said their marriage was a mistake. Then he left her bleeding, heartbroken... and pregnant. Lily devoted seven years of her life to a man who only saw her as a convenience. When her husband, Alex, demanded a divorce, she begged him to stay only to discover he'd already proposed to his ex… and planned it all behind her back. But betrayal wasn’t the end, it was just the beginning. Left for dead, humiliated, and crushed by the ultimate heartbreak, Lily had nothing, until a billionaire stranger offered her a deal: a contract marriage, a new identity, and a chance to make the man who shattered her beg on his knees. She accepted. Now, Lily is no longer the soft-spoken housewife he threw away, she's the storm he never saw coming. Beautiful. Untouchable. Dangerous. And Alex? He’s about to learn that the woman he underestimated is now the one who holds all the power. He broke her soul. Now she’s coming for him…

As a highborn succubus, I somehow managed to starve myself to death-thanks to my obsessive cleanliness and ridiculously picky appetite. When I opened my eyes again, I had transmigrated into Vivian Hartwell-the long-lost "real" daughter with a tragically cursed fate. I had barely been taken back into the Hartwell family before they forced me to attend a so-called "death matchmaking" event in Kingsford-on behalf of Natalie Hartwell, the fake heiress-to meet Damian Blackwood, the infamous "living reaper." Rumor had it Damian was brutal and bloodthirsty-every woman who'd ever been involved with him either ended up dead or driven insane. At the event, over a hundred socialites were trembling on their knees, silently praying they wouldn't be the one chosen. Just as Damian let out a cold smirk and reached to pick his unlucky victim, I took a deep breath from the back of the crowd. The scent emanating from him was a rare, potent masculine essence-something encountered perhaps once in ten millennia. For a painfully picky succubus like me, this was nothing short of salvation. I kicked aside the girl blocking my way, my eyes practically glowing as I threw both hands up. "Pick me! Hurry, pick me!"

On my wedding day, my fiancé Connor received an urgent phone call. He told me a D-list actress had broken her leg on set, then abandoned me right at the altar. In my past life, I cried until my throat bled, begging him not to leave. But my tears only brought endless humiliation. My mother and adopted sister mocked me, framed me, and forged my signature to steal my multi-million dollar trust fund. They kicked me out of the family estate without a single dime. I ended up freezing to death in the minus-twenty-degree New York blizzard, listening to my mother's voicemail telling me to die in the street as long as I didn't bleed on her carpets. Until my last breath, I couldn't understand why my own blood relatives hated me so much, yet treated an adopted daughter like a precious princess. The only person who showed me any mercy—draping his wool coat over my frozen corpse and giving me a proper burial—was Connor's ruthless, untouchable uncle, Harding Snow. Opening my eyes again, I was back in the bridal suite, right as Connor was rushing out the door. This time, I didn't shed a single tear. I let him run to his actress, then walked straight into the VIP room to face the most feared billionaire on Wall Street. "The wedding proceeds as planned, but the groom's name changes to yours."

The hotel room was cold despite the expensive heating system. Or maybe the chill came from somewhere inside me as Logan held out that check—five million dollars written in his precise handwriting, the same hand that used to trace patterns on my skin in the dark. "What is this?" My voice sounded strange, distant, like it belonged to someone else. "Compensation." He didn't meet my eyes. After ten years together, he couldn't even look at me. "For your support over the years." Support. Such a clinical word for what I'd given him. The bartending shifts that left my feet bleeding. The times I'd gone without eating so he could afford his bar exam prep courses. The nights I'd held him when he doubted himself, whispering that he was brilliant, that he'd make it, that we'd make it together.