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 7
ADDISON
It had been three freaking days already since not just me but even my brain had gone radio silent, I just couldn't come up with any ideas at all. I used to have a thousand ideas packed and locked in my brain but now nothing, I looked down to see the heaps of crumpled papers that littered the floor. It was everywhere any way I would fix that later but now I had to keep thinking. I wanted to design a male suit, but it would be something different from my other designs, typically I had always designed female clothes but this time around for some weird reason I wanted to, and my resolve was strong. I wanted something new, that would strike my customers and fans, something that would leave people speechless before the year runs out. I was already running late, normally by this time I would have dropped a new design and new clothing but time had flown so fast, it was no November and I had to finish this design as soon as possible, I couldn't afford to break my streak.
I had to stay focused, but one person in particular kept invading my quiet, unorganized space in my head for some weird reason I kept thinking about him, in fact it was getting so intense, I felt like anytime I closed my eyes I could perceive him, I could smell him and he wasn't even close to me. As a matter of fact he hadn't contacted me at all for three days now. He was going strictly by the rules, he didn't contact me unless there was an event or photo he needed me or I needed him for. That was supposed to be what I wanted right? But it was just weird. I just wanted to see him. Most times I would walk aimlessly around the building just to see if he would come outside or I would bump into him. Oh god, Was I having a crush on Axel? A man I barely knew, he didn't even have any social media I could check, aside his networth and his company there was barely anything else out there about him, no family, no friends, no relations who lived like that? With absolutely no one to lean on. I had a family, not like they were the best but at least they were there and I had my brother and my siblings so it wasn't that bad, I mean it was but not as bad as whatever Axel was going through.
The door bell rang, it had to be Jules, She had told me she was going to get something and then come back for a sleepover, it was her own way of comforting me I guess and truth be told, I needed her here, I just needed someone here, maybe being around her for a while could draw in some inspiration or what about I got a man that could model for me maybe I could get some inspiration, If I talked to my manager philip he would probably help, I mean he is also my friend first right? so he wouldn't refuse me or-
The door bell rang again pulling me away from my thoughts, "Oh jules, chill I coming," I stood up from my chair, my shorts clinging to my things form how long I had been sitting, I grab the remote to door, I swiped open unlocking the door, from a distance. I didn't even have to go all the way there, that's why I loved this house. It always had its way of fueling my laziness and making life a whole lot better.
I turned around to drop the remote back of its stand, striding over to my chair again to drop it and continue wallowing in empty, soulless sketching. "Hope you brought coffee, girl? Because I still don't have any reasonable ideas, It seems like the art is leaving the artist" I joked in a dramatic tone trying to soothe my own grief. I expected Jules to laugh, but I didn't hear the typical hyena cackles. Instead at the click of the door, the hair on the back of my neck rose, but not in a terrifying, scary way but a way that felt good and familiar.
God that scent, I inhaled the scent covering me like a warm blanket, I turned around to meet his eyes, cold and warm at the same time, staring deep into my soul, his eyes traveled down each part of my skin from head to toe, briefly dropping that my shorts, I pulled my leaves closer together shyly, and he looked back up instantly, back to my face. I washed off the blush almost immediately. "Sorry, I thought it was Jules, what are you doing here? Do you need me for anything even today?"
"You should be careful who you let into your house, Addison. You could have checked before opening up." He scolded with a slight frown, completely ignoring my questions.
"Okay!" I sighed, " I would be careful next time, no need to scold me besides, I thought it was Jules and typically no one comes here except her."
I replied but noticed his attention was now completely somewhere else, the floor, the rug, the carpets were completely covered with rumpled paper, everywhere was filled with junk. Oh god, the time he comes to my house and everywhere is a complete mess, what must he be thinking of me? I thought my eyes were trailing his face, although it was stern, I could tell he wasn't pleased with all that. I mean no one would be pleased with a room this scattered.
"I know it looks bad, and I am going to fix it right away" I said going to fetch the vacuum cleaner "You know, you shouldn't start thinning this is what my room looks like everyday, It's just today, I had a very bad day, and I was losing track of what I was doing." I chuckled trying to sound funny but clearly he wasn't amused by it, he only nodded, steeping closer to me. My breath hitched. His scent was getting stronger, with every step he took stood me it was getting harder to breathe without every breath being filled with him. I tilted my head higher, trying to maintain eye contact, but this man was so tall it was hard to do without causing my neck to ache. He moved even closer, his feet against mine, my breasts slightly grazing his firm, hard, chiseled chest. I hope he didn't feel how hard my nipples were already from him just merely coming close to me. What was wrong with me?
His gaze dropped down on my face, scanning every feature, striding down to my lips. 'Oh gosh, was he going to kiss me, wasn't it too early for that? Should I stop him or let him continue?' Just when I was about to raise my head a little higher, he wrapped his hand around mine, taking the vacuum cleaner from me. The heat from his hands sent waves of what I couldn't explain all over me. 'What the hell? If he only wanted to take the vacuum on earth did he have to do all that? He knew exactly what he was doing? Such a jerk' I huffed silently, I could swear no one could have heard that at all, but it felt like he did as he slightly turned his head towards me. How was he able to hear something that low?
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8.1
Sophia Bennett never expected to cross paths with Alexander Sterling again-not after the masked charity ball where a stranger in black claimed her body and soul for one unforgettable night. She walked away with no names, no regrets... and a secret that would bind them forever.
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.
"My husband."
8.5
In His World
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
A visceral, survival-focused expedition. The title itself is a location-a treacherous, living mountain range-promising a battle against a brutal, awe-inspiring natural world
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.
And I am here to personally put him in a prison cell.