TABOO A DEAL WITH THE SHADOW ALPHA
"You are mine, Firefly. Only mine, Mine to touch. Mine to kiss. Mine to fuck,,." he whispered slowly against my neck, my body drenched with the warmth of his breath against my skin, my thighs clenching tighter with every word and claim he utters "If you let another man touch you he dies. I am the gates of hell Firefly, If you walk in I wouldn't let you leave."
To Escape her dangerous Ex and fulfil her family's ultimatum Addison make a deal with her billionaire neighbour "Axel Rex" who unknown to her is a devil with a devastatingly gorgeous face, he proposes a a simple two months contract; she will be his charming plus one to corporate events, important gatherings... and he will provide the build of the boyfriend she wants and her family will accept to keep her obsessive Ex-boyfriend away.
Addison believes his fierce protectiveness over her is just an act for the public, however she's completely blinded to the real reason: Axel is an Alpha, a descendant from the house of Orion, and she is his mate, he never saw their agreement as a lie, for him it was a step closer to getting her, a step closer to claiming her as his, but will she still be his after knowing who he truly is? Would she choose to stay even with lies? Will what was turning real shatter back to dust? Will their love reign over the curse of his existence?
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Chapter 5
ADDISON
The silence in the back of the town car was a living thing. It was thick and heavy, pressing in on me from all sides, it was suffocating. Outside, the city lights blurred into streaks of gold and white, but inside, it felt like we were frozen in time. I could still feel the heat of his hand on my back, a brand that hadn't faded. I could still see the pure, cold fury on Axel's face when he'd looked at Feign. It was murderous in all forms.
I had to say something. The quiet was going to make me scream.
"Thank you," I started, my voice sounding too loud. "For what you did back there with Feign. You really didn't have to... I mean, the threat was a little..."
"It wasn't a threat," he said, his voice a low rumble. He wasn't even looking at me, his profile a sharp, dark cut-out against the window. "It was a fact. I would have done what I said and so much more Addison, I'm not your typical gentleman."
A shiver went down my spine. It was the way he said it. So sure. So final. Like he was just stating that the sky was blue or that water was wet. He wasn't boasting; he was just telling the truth. "Yeah, I know that now."
"Smart girl." He said, and somehow it felt like the best compliment ever, people have called me hot, beautiful, gorgeous but hearing a compliment from him felt so good. What the hell was wrong with me?
"How did you know?" I asked, my curiosity getting the better of my fear. "How did you know that would work?"
He finally turned his head, and those green eyes pinned me in place. "Does it bother you? The way I handled it?"
I thought about it. I really thought about it. The memory of Feign's face, the fear that had replaced his anger. "It was scary," I admitted, being honest. "But it was also a relief. A big one. So, no. It doesn't bother me."
He gave a single, slow nod, as if my answer was important. "In my world, Addison, showing weakness is not an option. That applies to you now, too."
His world. The words hung in the air. What world was that? The world of billionaires? It felt like something more.
The car pulled up to the Castino, smooth as ever. The driver came around to open my door, and I stepped out into the cool night air, expecting Axel to just drive away. But he didn't. His door opened too, and he got out.
"I'll see you to your place," he said, falling into step beside me.
We walked through the glittering, empty lobby, our footsteps echoing. The night doorman gave a respectful nod, his eyes wide with curiosity. The whole city would know by morning.
We reached the bank of private elevators and I pressed the call button. The tension was back, that strange, electric feeling that seemed to buzz between us whenever we were close. I turned to him, wanting to say something else, to break the weirdness, to break the silence. I wasn't the typical yapper, but around him, I just felt I had to talk to speak to him every time. It was a pull towards him that felt and scary at the same.
Without really thinking, I reached out and placed my hand on his forearm, where his sleeve was rolled up.
I yanked my hand back instantly. "Oh my god!"
His skin wasn't just warm. It was hot. Like he had a raging fever.
"Axel, are you sick? You're burning up!" I said, my concern instantly overriding everything else. I reached out again, more carefully this time, pressing the back of my hand to his neck. It was like touching a radiator, he stared down at my hand on his neck, looking back into my eyes. Oh shit! "I'm sorry I was a bit worried, I didn't mean to touch you like t-that... Anyway, you have a fever. A really bad one. Why didn't you say something? We should go to a hospital."
He looked down at where my hand had been, then back at my face. His expression was unreadable. "I don't have a fever."
"What do you mean you don't have a fever?" I exclaimed, my voice rising. "Your temperature is through the roof! Why the hell is it that high? If you're sick, you should be in bed, not at a party!"
A muscle ticked in his jaw. "I have a naturally high body temperature. It's... normal for me."
I stared at him, baffled. "Naturally high? How is that even possible?"
He looked away, back towards the lobby entrance, his posture stiff. "It gets higher when I'm angry."
The statement was so absurd, so completely unexpected, that a startled laugh burst out of me. "What? You're kidding, right? Like a human thermometer? When you're angry, you just... what, boil over?"
He turned his head, and his gaze slammed into me. There was no humor in his eyes. None. Just a deep, aching intensity that shut down my laughter instantly. It was a look that said the conversation was over. A look that said I had just stepped over a line I couldn't see.
"It's not a joke," he said, his voice flat and final.
The elevator arrived with a soft ping. The doors slid open.
"Goodnight, Addison," he said. He didn't move to get in with me. He just stood there, a hot, angry, mysterious statue, waiting for me to leave.
"Goodnight," I whispered, stepping backward into the elevator.
As the doors closed, I saw him still standing there, watching me, his hands clenched at his sides. The last thing I saw was the fierce, hot light in his green eyes, and I knew, with a certainty that chilled me to the bone, that he hadn't been lying. He wasn't sick. Why on earth was his temperature that high?
Something was very, very different about Axel Rex. And I had no idea what I had just gotten myself into.
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Now, four months later, Sophie is drowning in debt and grief when the same man-cold, commanding billionaire CEO Alexander Sterling-blackmails her into becoming his fake fiancée. The deal is simple: play the perfect partner to secure a fifty-billion-dollar merger, and walk away with enough money to start over. No strings. No feelings.
But the chemistry that once burned behind masks refuses to stay hidden. Late-night arguments turn into stolen kisses. Forced red-carpet appearances become dangerously real. And every time Alexander's hand lingers on her waist, Sophie fights the truth screaming inside her: the baby growing beneath her heart is his.
When a collapse at work lands her in the hospital, the doctor's words shatter the fragile illusion-"You're four months pregnant." Alexander hears. He calculates. He assumes the worst.
"You let me believe this was real," he snarls, voice like ice. "While you carried another man's child."
Fired. Humiliated. Cast out with nothing but the clothes on her back.
Sophie doesn't chase him. Doesn't beg. Doesn't tell him the baby is his.
Because if the man who once held her like she was everything can discard her so easily, he doesn't deserve the truth.
But fate has other plans.
As Alexander spirals in regret, haunted by memories of a masked woman who felt like destiny, he begins to question everything he thought he knew. The merger closes. The empire stands. Yet the silence from the woman he wronged grows louder than any boardroom battle.
Some destinies are entwined too tightly to break.
And when the truth finally crashes through the walls they've built, it will either destroy them both... or bind them forever.
A steamy, angsty billionaire romance full of enemies-to-lovers fire, a secret baby, cruel misunderstandings, possessive obsession, and the ultimate grovel redemption. Perfect for fans of twisted vows, forced proximity, and second-chance heartbreak.
8.2
I spent a year in a Swiss asylum, swallowing pills to cure a madness that didn’t exist.
It turned out the medication was just sugar.
My insanity was a script written by Jaxon Francis, the Don of New York, just so he could marry a Cartel princess without his ward getting in the way.
When I finally escaped and tried to leave him, his new wife staged her own kidnapping and framed me.
Jaxon didn’t ask for proof. He didn’t look at the evidence.
Instead, he tied a rope around my ankles and dragged me behind a helicopter across the jagged rocks of the Wastelands.
He held his wife close and watched as my skin was flayed and my bones shattered, believing he was executing a traitor.
He left me for dead in the dirt, convinced he had cleansed his empire.
I took the hush money his mother threw at me and vanished, letting Alina Phillips die in that field.
Three years later, I returned to New York as "Echo," the elusive artist the world was obsessing over.
At a charity auction, Jaxon bid one hundred million dollars for a painting of a woman’s scarred back, desperate to buy redemption for the ghost he thought he killed.
He chased me into the rain, begging for a second chance, swearing he had destroyed his wife for me.
I looked at the man who once held my heart and simply smiled.
Then I turned to the man standing beside me.
"Jaxon, meet Darwin," I said, linking my arm through his.
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8.5
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8.5
When Elena's parents die, leaving her drowning in debt, a contract marriage to billionaire Adrian Blackwell seems like salvation.
But Adrian's world holds dark secrets.
His first wife, Sophia, looked exactly like Elena. So did his father's first love, Grace. But both women died under mysterious circumstances.
And now Elena is living in Sophia's penthouse. Wearing Sophia's face. Playing Sophia's role.
As Elena uncovers twisted family obsessions, buried murders, and a decades-old genetic conspiracy, she realizes the truth: she wasn't chosen randomly. She was designed for this.
And the last woman who wore her face didn't survive.
Will Elena break the pattern-or become another ghost in Adrian's world?
7.8
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9.2
Five years after my death, the street punk banished by the Mafia family returned to this soil as a highly respected Godfather.
He didn't come back for turf or business. He came for revenge.
He wanted to make me regret the day I "betrayed" him.
He framed my father as a rat.
He locked my mother in a pitch-black basement until she went blind.
He crippled my brother's right arm, stripping away his gift as a top-tier sniper forever.
To find me and exact his vengeance personally, he had turned himself into a monster.
"She’s dead! She’s been dead!" my brother roared. "Five years ago! When The Commission sent hitters after you, she took the fall! She burned to ashes so you could live!"
7.3
I took a pet-sitting gig at a luxury apartment, thinking my life was perfect. I was pregnant and engaged to Damien, a successful attorney who had spent seven years proving his unwavering loyalty.
But the moment I stepped inside, I recognized his cologne. Then I saw the photos. The apartment belonged to his mistress, Candace. She had deliberately hired me to flaunt their year-long affair and the massive diamond ring he had just bought her.
Candace even set a trap, calling the police to falsely accuse me of stealing that ring to completely destroy my reputation. But I turned the tables, using my knowledge of his habits to expose her perjury and their affair right in front of the detectives.
Furious that his flawless public image was ruined, Damien confronted me outside the precinct.
When I told him I was pregnant, instead of joy, his eyes filled with panic for his career.
"Shut up!" he roared.
He violently shoved me to the ground in front of a crowd of onlookers.
Blood pooled on the cold pavement. I lost our baby.
As I lay in the ICU, my heart turned to ash. He had spent seven years promising me a safe harbor, only to brutally murder our unborn child just to protect his own selfish ego.
I didn't shed a single tear. I used his overwhelming public guilt to make him sign over all his assets to me, then vanished without a trace.
A year later, I returned to New York not as the broken Addison, but as "Phoenix," the world's most powerful jewelry designer.
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