
The CEO's Forbidden Desire
When her twin sister falls into coma a day before her wedding, Tiana Palmer is forced to do the unthinkable, pretend to be her twin and act like the perfect wife at a two-week honeymoon, to protect the billion-dollar inheritance of her boss and sister's fiancé, Seth Berkley.
It was supposed to be a business deal, a secret between the two. But secrets don't always stay simple, they turn into obsessions.
The honeymoon ended, the deal was over, but that was just the beginning. Seth Berkley isn't a man who lets go easily. But how can she stay away from a man like him? Cold, insanely attractive, a man whose touch makes her feel things she shouldn't.
Every kiss, every touch pulls them deeper into a love that was never supposed to happen.
And when her sister wakes up...
Their forbidden desire might ruin everything.
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Chapter 6
Tiana's POV
I giggled as Elina tossed the water at me. I fell back into the water before splashing her too. Seth and I saw them while we were walking through the beach earlier. I was really glad there were more people to have fun with.
"Simon, come on, the water is really nice!" Elina called out to her husband who was seated next to Seth on a mat.
"I'm good, baby." He yelled so we would hear him over the waves.
My eyes moved to Seth, silently asking him the same question, he shook his head in response and continued talking to Simon.
I let my eyes stay on him for a while, observing how handsome he looked sitting over there with his hair tousled on his head. How did Madison get so lucky to get a man like him? But then again, he and people like my sister belonged to each other.
I had been working with him for years and he had never noticed me, but he noticed my sister the first time they met at the bar.
"Hey! You are staring." Elina tapped my shoulder, jolting me back to reality.
"Uh?"
"He is already yours, you don't have to look at him like you are longing for him."
I let out a low chuckle, if only she knew.
"You know, I've caught him staring at you more than a few times too. You look so hot in that bikini, Madison. I don't know how Seth managed to let you come out of your suite without your legs shaking, because if I were your man, I wouldn't be able to get enough of you."
I sighed, looking down at the water, "that's because he isn't my man." The words were out of my mouth before I knew it.
"What? Wait, what do you mean he isn't your man?" Elina exclaimed, moving closer to me.
My eyes widened in horror as I realised what I had done, I had just breached the contract. I wasn't supposed to tell anyone about this but I just did.
"Nothing, did I say that? I was just joking?" I let out a high pitched laugh, trying hard to make myself believable.
"Have you ever been told that you are a terrible liar?" Elina asked, her voice suddenly serious.
"Several times. I really suck at lying." I looked at her, wondering if I could really tell her what was going on, "can I trust you?"
"Of course, darling. You can tell me anything." She took my hands and made us sit until the water reached our waist level, "this way, it wouldn't look like we are talking about anything serious." She smiled at me, as if giving me a go ahead.
I told her about Seth and Madison and how he told me to help him out. I also told her that the story I told them yesterday was true, I had once liked Seth and now I might have developed a crush for him again. Elina didn't look surprised when I was done.
"You know, things like this happen in our world, I just didn't think you and Seth would also be part of it. I mean, you two look so good together. So, he is your boss and your sister's fiancé?"
"Yeah."
"Damn, girl. That's fucked up, but I think he is attracted to you."
"What? That's not true." I was so glad that after telling Elina everything, she didn't judge me or get mad that we lied to her. I felt like a burden had been taken off my shoulders now that I had someone to share this with.
"No, for real, have you seen the way he looks at you? Why wouldn't he be? I mean, look at your tits, they are really tittying and that ass, oh my God." Elina began to fan her face with hand as if she was hot.
I laughed at her reaction as I looked down at myself, even though I barely went to the gym, I was still blessed with a nice body. Madison liked to keep hers in shape while I never bothered.
"Oh look, he is staring at you right now."
I looked up and surely, Seth was looking at me with a dark look on his face. I wonder what he is thinking.
"You wanna know what I think." Elena whispered, leaning closer to me.
"What do you think?"
"I think you guys are going to fuck before the end of this week. Just keep wearing those sexy dresses and he won't be able to handle it anymore."
"That's not going to happen." I wanted it, but I highly doubted it would happen. Seth was a man of his words, he had stated in the contract that he wasn't going to do anything sexual with me and I knew he was going to abide by it.
No matter how much he wanted it too, he always had control over his feelings. I knew that from watching him over the years.
"I'm serious, and if he doesn't, he is definitely going to regret it."
I wanted to believe that but Seth wasn't going to regret it, he was going to have my sister by his side soon. There would be nothing to regret.
We headed back to meet the guys after talking. Elina promised me she wasn't going to tell her husband about it and I couldn't be more relieved. We sat with Seth and Simon for a while, chatting about our environment while sipping our drinks.
I couldn't help but notice that Seth had been quiet since Elina and I got back though. Elina stared at the both of us before getting on her feet.
"Let's go for another swim, Madison, these men are boring me out." Elina held my hand but Seth held onto my other hand to stop me from going.
"She can't, we need to go somewhere right now." He said as he rose to his feet, still holding my hand.
"We do?" I asked, completely unaware of where we needed to go. I looked back at Elina and she winked at me, a teasing smile stretching her lips.
"Yes. Come on." He picked my hat and shades with his other hand and started to drag me away from the beach.
"B- but where are we going?" I called after him as we got to the elevator. Seth pushed the button and the doors slid open. He pulled me inside and pressed the button to our floor.
"There's something I need to take care of." He said in a low, deep voice as he caged me to the wall with his hands. His eyes trailed down my body, tongue darting out to lick his lower lip.
I suddenly wanted to know what he would taste like. What would it be like to kiss him? I knew it was forbidden to crave him like that, but the forbidden fruit always tasted the best.
"What's that?" I breathe, my chest rising and falling at a fast rate under his stare. I was hundred degrees.
He pressed his nose to my neck and took a long sniff, making me gasp out loud. "Do you know how hard it is to watch your sexy ass move around in this fucking bikini? Do you know how much I had to control myself to stop myself from peeling it off your body when I first saw you in it?"
I whimpered at the rawness of his voice. My breath got caught in my throat as I felt a warm brush of his tongue over my skin. My eyes flutter closed as I felt it in places I shouldn't. I raised my hands and grabbed his shirt in a tight grip as he held my waist to pin me firmly against the wall.
"You have no idea what I want to do to you right now." He breathed against my skin.
This was wrong, this was so wrong. This man belonged to my sister. I shouldn't allow him to touch me like this, I shouldn't enjoy this.
"Seth... We shouldn't be doing this." My head was screaming at me to stop but my body wanted him to keep touching me.
"Then tell me to stop." He mumbled, his nose brushing mine. His hot breath hit my lips. A wild current of electricity sparked in the narrow space between us.
Then we moved together, our lips meeting in a hot, passionate kiss. He tasted like whiskey and sin. Seth dug his finger into my hair and angled my head back before delving his tongue into my mouth, kissing me deeper.
I let my hand move into his shirt, my fingers roamed his bare sweaty abs. He grunt into my mouth as he pressed me harder against the elevator wall, kissing me more harder and violently.
I moaned as I felt his erection against my stomach. I tilted my pelvis towards him and grind myself against him, he was thick and hard as steel. He groaned as his hand left my hair and grabbed my breast, kneading it hard and aggressively.
My kneels buckled and threatened to give up but he wasn't going to let me fall, he had me pinned tightly.
He let go of my breast, only to dip his hand into my bikini top, taking one of my hard nipples, pinching and rolling it between his fingers.
Without warning, he yanked me up and wrapped my legs around his waist, pushing me back against the wall and wedging his erection between my parted hips.
My bikini top moved up and his warm mouth was on my nipple, he was sucking hard as he rocked his erection against me. My mouth fell open and eyes almost rolled into the back of my head at the pleasure. I threaded my fingers through his hair and arched my back off the wall giving him more access to my breast.
He moved to my other hard nipple and licked it before sucking it into his mouth. He groaned against my skin as he rocked against me harder, like the taste of me was getting him off. He grabbed my other breast, kneading and squeezing it hard.
There was nothing gentle about his touch. He was hungry and greedy, his hard cock hit my clit repeatedly through the thin fabric of my bikini bottom.
I wasn't thinking about the consequences of our actions right now. All I wanted was to know what it would feel to have him sliding inside me. I wanted him so bad.
"Seth," I moaned, as he continued to claim my breasts.
"Tell me what you want, baby?" He muttered as he planted kisses along my neck, holding my throat with his other hand.
"I want you, I need you inside me."
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8.2
In her previous life, Eliana took the fall for her adopted sister Iris and lost everything, even being forced into a marriage where her work was stolen to build another man's empire.
Meanwhile, her sister's "perfect" marriage ended in tragedy-her husband turned out disabled and died young.
Reborn, the sisters swapped their fates, Iris claiming the handsome man for herself while Eliana marrying the allegedly sick billionaire.
Eliana only smiled-she knew the truth behind her marriage in the previous life. This time, she chose a different path, bringing her brilliance into the light while using marriage as a mere tool.
Yet the man she married stood firmly by her side, saying, "With me behind you, no one will dare touch you."

8.6
I spent three years being the perfect wife to tech mogul Cash Ferguson, a forensic accountant playing the role of a low-risk asset to stabilize his public image. My world shattered when I saw a live CNBC broadcast from Sundance showing Cash tenderly hoisting a two-year-old boy onto his hip—a secret son born to a socialite mistress while he was supposedly at a business roadshow.
When I confronted him with divorce papers, Cash didn't apologize; he laughed, calling me a "liability" and weaponizing my mother’s history of mental illness to claim I was genetically unfit to carry his heir. He didn't just reject the split; he locked the penthouse elevator and froze every one of my accounts, reclassifying me from a wife to a piece of disputed company property.
"You came from nothing, Isidora," he sneered, tossing a credit card at me like a leash. "Stop being dramatic. I can afford a pet, but don't think you can survive a day in the real world without my name."
The betrayal turned lethal when I discovered Cash had tracked down my mother’s stolen emerald brooch—my only connection to my past—and bought it as a gift for his mistress. He was using my trauma and my heritage to decorate the woman who had replaced me in his secret life.
I realized then that Cash had made a fatal accounting error: he forgot that I was the one who built his shadow accounts and knew exactly where the fraud was buried. He wanted to treat our marriage like a hostile takeover, so I decided to give him a market correction he would never forget.
I escaped down forty flights of stairs with nothing but a burner laptop and a plan to burn his empire to the ground. If he wanted to play dirty, I’d show him what happens when a forensic accountant initiates a liquidation protocol. I’m not just leaving; I’m going to make him crawl.

8.0
I sat at a table for two in the center of Le Coucou, clutching a gift box that had cost me two months of savings. It was our three-year anniversary, and I was waiting for Gavin to finally ask the big question.
But when the heavy oak doors opened, Gavin didn't walk toward me with a ring. He walked in with a polished blonde heiress tucked under his arm, her hand resting protectively over a small baby bump.
"This is Tiffany Stone. My fiancée," he said, his voice devoid of any warmth. He didn't apologize for being late or for the three years we'd spent together. Instead, he pulled out a checkbook, scribbled a number, and slid a ten-thousand-dollar check across the white tablecloth.
"Consider it severance for your time," he added, as Tiffany mocked my cheap drugstore dress. "Don't contact me again. Tiffany doesn't need the stress." I was the entertainment for the entire restaurant—the pathetic girl dumped for a better model. By the time I walked out into the rain, I had lost my boyfriend, my home, and the funding for my secret medical research project.
I was an orphan with no safety net, facing an eviction notice and a ruined career. I had given Gavin everything, and he had discarded me like a broken tool. The injustice burned in my chest, a hot, sharp rage that replaced my tears.
Desperate and freezing, I ducked into a coffee shop where I met Colton Bentley, a reclusive billionaire in a wheelchair. After I defended him from a cruel date, he offered me a contract: a marriage of convenience and a seven-figure payment to act as his shield. I signed the papers that night, ready to use his wealth to rebuild my life. But as I watched my new husband navigate his penthouse, I noticed his "paralyzed" legs tense with a strength that shouldn't exist.

7.4
I was a broke clinic doctor drowning in debt, so I took a confidential job to evaluate a billionaire heir's fertility.
I marched into the VIP ICU, pinned the struggling patient down, and injected a sedative. I finished the extraction and loudly declared to the family lawyer that the Holt heir was completely sterile.
But then, a chilling laugh echoed from the doorway.
The real heir, Jarrod Holt, the tyrant of Wall Street, stepped in. I had just sterilized his younger brother right in front of him.
Facing a decade in federal prison, I was completely at his mercy. To make things worse, my arrogant ex-boyfriend tried to publicly humiliate me, and my greedy uncle threatened to burn my dead mother's belongings for ransom. I was pushed to the absolute brink of ruin.
But instead of destroying me, Jarrod offered a terrifying lifeline. He bought out a Manhattan high-rise in five minutes just to ruin my ex, then handed me a marriage contract.
I was terrified and deeply confused. Why would this ruthless billionaire force a nobody into a fake marriage? He knew details about my past that no one should know. Did he discover my hidden identity as 'E', the underground surgeon the entire medical world was hunting for?
With my back against the wall, I signed the prenuptial agreement.
"I do," I whispered at City Hall.
He shoved his heavy, antique family ring onto my finger. It was supposed to be strictly business with absolutely no physical contact, but when his lips crashed violently onto mine, I knew I had just sold my soul to the devil.

8.2
Justine abandoned her career as a top trauma surgeon to marry Congressman Carl McConnell. She did it to fulfill her dying sister's last wish: to protect her son, Leo, from this ruthless political family.
But the seven-year-old boy she swore to protect shoved her into a freezing koi pond, then cried to his father that Justine tried to drown him.
Carl didn't even check the security cameras. He hugged his precious heir and looked at his freezing wife with pure disgust.
"Are you out of your mind? Trying to hurt the heir to the McConnell family!"
He locked Justine in a 55-degree wine cellar while she was burning with a 102-degree fever. When she finally told him the truth, Carl flew into a rage and hurled a heavy brass-cornered book at her face, slicing her cheekbone wide open.
His mother even ordered the staff to starve her for seven days to reflect on her sins.
Justine stood in the dark, blood dripping down her face, her heart completely dead. She had sacrificed her brilliant future and her pride for this family, only to be tortured and discarded like garbage. How could they be so utterly devoid of humanity?
She pulled out her old medical kit and stitched up her own face.
Then, she signed the legal documents to permanently relinquish her stepparent rights, threw them at the housekeeper, and calmly looked at her abusive husband.
"I am divorcing you, Carl."

8.0
Billionaires Collerction...
In this collection of high-stakes passion, the elite meet their match. Whether it's an unexpected fire that ignites in a boardroom or a slow-burn obsession that begins in the shadows, these men are about to discover that the heart follows no contract. Those who enter their orbit find themselves caught in a whirlwind of luxury and leverage, where every touch is a negotiation and every kiss is a risk.