The Billionaire's Craving : His Heiress
"Your lips taste divine," John murmured, his fingers brushing lightly against her chin, tilting her face toward him. "I want you close..."
"Let me go... Sir," Gabriella whispered, her pulse racing, but she didn't pull away.
"I'll let you go," he said softly, leaning just enough to let his lips graze the corner of her mouth. "But only if you promise... you won't leave my side so easily."
Her breath caught. The warmth in his eyes, the softness in his voice... it made her knees weaken.
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Gabriella Brooks thought life was hard before her grandmother fell sick, forcing her to work endless hours just to survive. But nothing could have prepared her for John Smith. An arrogant, ruthless, and dangerously captivating billionaire. He wants to test her limits, and watch her crumble... or rise.
Thrown into his world as his personal assistant . Gabriella faces impossible challenges. Every glance, every touch, every command is a challenge she never asked for but cannot ignore.
In the world of power, temptation, and obsession, Gabriella was about to discover shocking secrets and truths about herself and the people she loves .... and she will learn just how intoxicating The Billionaire's Craving can be.
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Chapter 3
Gabriella's POV
Later that day
I walked through the hospital doors. My stomach knotting at the thought of seeing my grandma so weak. The sight of her lying there, pale and frail, made my knees feel like jelly.
"Hi, Granny," I said, forcing a smile as I held her hand. "How are you feeling today?"
She tried to sit up, her frail arms trembling. "I'm fine, baby. Don't look so worried."
I swallowed hard. "You don't look fine to me. You're... you're too weak."
She chuckled softly. "I've been through worse. Now, tell me-have you eaten today?"
I shook my head. "I barely had time... things have been... complicated." I stopped myself before saying too much. I couldn't tell her about Ben or losing my job-not now. She didn't need that on top of everything.
She smiled, a faint but warm smile. "Granny just hopes you get married before I die," she said, her voice weak but determined. "Promise me you'll get married, Gabriella."
I blinked back tears and nodded firmly. "Nothing will happen to you Granny." I wiped away a few tears.
She chuckled weakly, "Look at me Gabriella, I am serious. I need to know you won't be alone when I'm gone, Your grandfather and I were separated years ago by that dreadful fire. I know how it feels to be alone. Please promise me, find a nice man to settle with."
I let out a sigh and held her hand gently, "Okay, I promise."
Her eyes softened, and she squeezed my hand. "That's my girl. Don't cry, you're stronger than that."
I let out a shaky breath and forced myself to stand, heading toward the front desk to settle the bill. My hands trembling as I was hoping for a better negotiation with the hospital. The smith hospital was the largest in the city, also the only place which had the medical personnels trained enough to help grandma with her cancer.
My eyes widened in disbelief. "What the...?" I muttered under my breath, my voice shaking. "Ben... he... Locked me out from our joint account ?!"
I always knew it was a bad idea, he promised me that we would be saving money together. Even though I put in every penny I earned from work for grandma's surgery, I still deserved a share.
I pressed my hands to my face and pinched the bridge of my nose. "I'm... I'm broke. Just... completely broke," I whispered to myself, the words tasting bitter. My chest tightened, and for a moment, I felt like I couldn't breathe.
I turned to the nurse behind the desk, trying to force a calm tone. "I-I'll pay soon, please. Just let her go through with the surgery. She... she can't wait. Please."
The nurse shook her head firmly, her expression unreadable. "I'm sorry, Miss Brooks. We cannot proceed until full payment is made."
I felt my stomach drop. "You don't understand! I just need... a little more time. She's... she's very sick! Please, don't make her suffer!"
"I'm sorry," the nurse said again, her tone firm but not cruel. "Hospital rules are rules. No payment, no surgery."
I looked around, desperate. The hospital corridor seemed suddenly huge and suffocating, full of people who didn't know me, didn't care. My fists clenched so tight that my nails dug into my palms. "There has to be something I can do..." I muttered to myself. "A loan, a payment plan, anything!"
The nurse folded her arms. "I'm afraid there's nothing I can do without authorization from the finance department. You'll have to come back with full payment."
I slammed my hand lightly on the counter, catching a few startled glances. "Full payment?! Do you know how much that is to me? Do you know what my life is like? She's my grandma, for god's sake!"
The nurse didn't flinch. "I'm sorry. Rules are rules. We can't make exceptions."
Then I saw the grumpy man who had me fired, he by passed me like he didn't just destroy my life. My only chance of saving my grandma.
I felt the heat rise to my cheeks, a mix of frustration, fear, and helplessness. I could feel tears prickling my eyes. "I... I'll figure something out. I promise," I whispered, my voice barely audible as I clutched the poster in my bag like a lifeline. "I'll figure something out, I swear."
I stepped back from the counter, letting out a shuddering breath.
I tried following the man, so that I can give him a piece of my mind, but the lobby was crowed. I lost him within seconds.
"Why does everything have to happen at once?" I murmured to myself, feeling the weight of my empty wallet and broken trust settle heavily on my shoulders. "First my job, my ben, now this... what else? Can't I just be some heiress with tones of money?" I murmured silently, stomping my feet angrily.
I walked back to my grandma's ward, feeling like I was carrying the weight of the world. I sank into the chair beside her bed, forcing a fake smile. "Hey, Granny... want to hear something funny?"
She raised an eyebrow. "Hmm? What now?"
I leaned closer and began rattling off a ridiculous story about my morning shift at the coffee shop, the one where I accidentally spilled coffee on a customer. I exaggerated it just enough to make her giggle.
She laughed softly, and I almost cried with relief. "You always know how to make me laugh," she said.
I held her hand tighter. "I'll always make you laugh, Granny. No matter what."
As her laughter faded, I whispered to myself, "How am I going to get the money? I can't even pay for the surgery, and I just... I just lost my job."
I looked at her again, forcing a smiling through my fear.
"Granny... I promise. I'll figure this out. I won't let you down."
"Check on all the cancer patients, throughly." I heart the man's voice again, I wanted to bolt up and see where he was, but grandma held my hand gently, her smile trapping me instantly.
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7.3
WARNING ⚠️: This book contains sex scenes and mature contents not fit for readers below 18+.
If you love steamy romances and emotional stories, this book is the one.
By day, Damon follows her rules in the kitchen: chopping, kneading, burning his fingers, and surviving her sharp mouth.
By night, she follows his.
Damon Blackwell is a cold, dangerous billionaire who hates Christmas, women, and anything that smells like joy. Haunted by tragedy and trauma, and memories of the girl he once loved and lost, he lives like a machine: money, control, and pleasure without attachment.
Then his grandparents and three ruthless brothers dare him to do the impossible:
Live like a normal man for 12 days to Christmas: no staff, no luxuries, no protection, no control and no bad temper. He has to change and be easygoing with investors.
Fail, and he loses the biggest business deal of his life.
Indulgence is over for him.
The only place Damon knows he can grab survival? A small-town Christmas cooking competition hosted by that one woman who broke his heart years ago.
Merry Steele never expected to see Damon again. The man she left without a word. The man who haunted her dreams after she broke his heart back now stands in her kitchen offering a deal she can't refuse:
Cook for him. Sleep with him. Pretend to be his fiancée until the end of the year.
The pay is tempting. The temptation is even greater.
Before Christmas, can they resist the heat, desire, and lingering love they once shared and keep it strictly business?
As family obligations, enemies, and a high-profile Christmas ball close in, Damon and Merry must correct old heartbreak, passion, and dangerous feelings.
Will Damon ever forgive his fuckmate?
Can Merry resist the billionaire who once stole her heart... or will old flames burn hotter than ever under the snow, the lights, and the Christmas feelings?
8.3
For three years, I hid my identity as a billionaire heiress to build a life with the man I loved. I gave up everything to support Ben's career, believing we were creating a future together from the ground up.
The day before our engagement, I overheard him with his boss, Haylie. He called me a "stepping stone," a poor, simple girl he was using to climb the corporate ladder and get closer to her.
He laughed about our "humble" life and mocked the silver ring on my finger, calling it a necessary prop. He was sleeping with her, taking credit for the multi-million dollar deal I secretly engineered, and saw my love as a naive distraction.
The man I sacrificed my entire world for saw me as less than nothing. My love didn't just die; it turned into ice-cold rage.
So I walked out of his life and straight into the arms of my family's biggest rival.
He offered me a deal I couldn't refuse.
"Marry me," Jaxson Banks said with a smirk. "And together, we'll burn their world to the ground."
9.1
Elise thought her life was finally falling into place. She turned down her father's company to work as executive assistant to Marcus Grey-the boy she's loved since childhood, now the powerful CEO she's devoted her life to.
But when Marcus proposes to another woman, Elise's world crumbles. Enter Sebastian Deluca-Marcus's tattooed, ruthless, long-estranged brother. He's everything Marcus isn't: dangerous, magnetic, and determined to take back his place in New York.
But, there's something odd about him.
Something changed since he arrived.
Bound by family secrets and a mutual desire to expose Marcus's fiancée, Elise and Sebastian form an uneasy alliance. But as sparks ignite between them, Elise must choose: remain loyal to the boy she thought she loved, or risk everything for the man who sees her as more than a shadow.
Some loves are safe. Others are consuming. Which one will she survive?
7.2
Elmore Thomas rushed into the emergency room, clutching his feverish seven-year-old son, Buddy, tightly to his chest.
When the privacy curtain was pulled back, the air in Elmore's lungs vanished. The attending physician standing under the harsh lights was his wife, Kendal—the woman everyone believed had burned to death eight years ago.
But there was no tearful reunion. Kendal looked at him, and her eyes froze into impenetrable ice. She treated him like a biohazard, strictly referring to him as the family member.
Worse, she didn't recognize Buddy. She comforted their crying son with the same gentle warmth she used to reserve for Elmore, completely unaware she was soothing the baby she thought had died.
Days later, Elmore watched from the shadows as she picked up another boy outside a prep school, her left hand flashing a massive diamond engagement ring.
When his butler accidentally recognized her, Kendal shielded her new stepson with pure disgust in her eyes.
"Tell that psychopath to sign the divorce papers immediately. I have a new family now."
The words 'new family' echoed in Elmore's skull, tearing him apart. For eight years, he had lived in a hell of guilt and madness, raising their son in the shadow of her ghost. How could she just erase their past? How could she give her tender smiles to a stranger and look at him with absolute revulsion?
Standing in a luxury ballroom, Elmore squeezed his hand until his crystal champagne flute shattered, thick blood dripping onto the rug. The murderous obsession in his dark eyes returned as he called his lawyer.
"Freeze her divorce application. Use every dirty trick in the book. She isn't leaving."
8.7
"You're leaving," Lorenzo said softly.
Ivy straightened her spine and raised her chin. "I am. I'm getting out of this place even if it means climbing over the front gates. I can't stay here anymore. I'm leaving!"
"You can't," Lorenzo said flatly. "Not now."
"Watch me," Ivy hissed, brushing past him.
Lorenzo stepped in her way and grabbed her by the arms-not roughly, but firmly.
"I mean it, Ivy. You can't leave," he said tightly.
She struggled against his grip, her bag falling to the floor with a thud.
"Let me go, Lorenzo! I don't belong here. This place is insane. Your family is insane!"
"You belong to me," he said sharply, eyes burning into hers. "And it's my job to protect what's mine."
"I don't want to be yours," Ivy cried. "I want to be free! I want to live!"
Something shifted in Lorenzo's face. He looked at her then, not as an obligation, not as a pawn, but as a person. A frightened, strong, beautiful woman who had been caught in a storm she never asked for. And something in him cracked.
Lorenzo reached down and cupped her face with both hands. Ivy flinched at first but didn't pull away. His thumbs wiped away the tears rolling down her cheeks.
"I never wanted to hurt you," he said quietly.
Her lower lip trembled. "Then let me go..."
"I can't," he whispered.
And then, without thinking, he leaned in and kissed her.
***************
Ivy Wesley believed that marrying a wealthy stranger would be her golden escape from a life of struggle. Lorenzo Martinelli was supposed to be her way out: her fresh start, her answer to every prayer whispered in the dark.
But the moment the mansion doors shut behind her, Ivy understood the truth. She hadn't stepped into a fairy tale. She had walked straight into the lion's den.
The whispers about the Martinelli family's ties to the Mafia aren't just rumors; they're real, and now Ivy is bound to them by a ring on her finger and secrets she can never unlearn. There is no undoing this choice. No clean exit. Not after what she's seen. Not after what she knows.
Surrounded by dangerous alliances, ruthless power plays, and truths sharp enough to draw blood, Ivy finds herself caught in a world where trust is a luxury and loyalty can be lethal. Yet in the middle of the chaos, something even more unexpected takes root: a love she never planned for, never prepared for, and may not survive.
Now Ivy faces an impossible choice: run while she still can, or stand her ground beside the man who could destroy her as easily as he protects her. In a world where betrayal lurks behind every polished smile and devotion can cost a life, can their love endure... or will it be the very thing that brings everything crashing down?
9.3
Penelope's wedding day should have been perfect-until she found her best friend in her fiancé's bed.
Running from the ruins of her future, she fell into one night with a stranger whose touch felt like safety. No names. No future. Just escape.
Until two pink lines changed everything.
Years later, Penelope returns with twins, a stronger heart, and no plans to fall in love again. But fate traps her in close quarters with a ruthless billionaire... who happens to be the man from that unforgettable night. He doesn't know she's the bride who disappeared. He doesn't know the children are his.
Old enemies want revenge. Old secrets refuse to stay buried.
And the man who swore he would never love... kneels.