The Ruthless Billionaire's Obsessive Pursuit
Gabriella Henson returned to New York after ten years, ready to start her new life as an attending surgeon and finally reunite with her childhood sweetheart, Jerrell.
But her fresh start shattered the moment she accidentally got into the unlicensed black Maybach of Emmett Kane, a ruthless, obsessive billionaire who immediately locked his sights on her.
He crashed her welcome-back dinner, radiating a terrifying dominance. He grabbed her wrist, ate directly from her spoon, and publicly exposed that she had his personal number to humiliate her.
Then, Emmett dropped a bomb that destroyed her world. He casually revealed that Jerrell, the man acting as her perfect protector, was secretly engaged to a wealthy senator's daughter for political power.
Jerrell's golden-boy image instantly crumbled into panic, proving the betrayal was real. Meanwhile, Emmett's bulletproof SUV stalked her into the night, his dark eyes filled with a terrifying, quiet rage and an absolute need to conquer her.
Ten years ago, Jerrell's elitist mother had humiliated Gabriella and chased her out of the city like trash. Now, the man she trusted had betrayed her, and a psychotic billionaire was treating her like his personal prey. Why was she always a pawn for these arrogant, wealthy families?
Just as she swore to cut ties with them forever, her hospital pager flashed a Code Red. The bloody VIP trauma patient wheeled into her ER was Jerrell's mother.
"Gabby! Please! Please save my mother!"
Jerrell sobbed outside the trauma room, begging Gabriella to save the very woman who had ruined her life.
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Chapter 2
Gabriella sat on a hard plastic chair in the NYPD precinct lobby. A scratchy gray police blanket was wrapped tightly around her shoulders. She held a paper cup of hot tea in both hands, but her fingers were still trembling uncontrollably.
The heavy glass doors of the precinct pushed open. Eloise ran into the lobby, her high heels clicking frantically against the linoleum floor. She spotted Gabriella and rushed over, pulling her into a tight hug.
"Are you hurt? Did he touch you?" Eloise asked, her voice cracking with panic.
Gabriella's eyes were red and burning. She pointed her shaking finger toward the long hallway leading to the interrogation rooms.
"I am fine," Gabriella choked out. "But that psycho driver is in there. He locked me in his car."
Eloise followed Gabriella's finger. She stared down the hallway. The color completely drained from Eloise's face. Her mouth opened, but no words came out. She looked sick to her stomach.
Heavy footsteps echoed from the corridor. The thick metal door of the interrogation room swung open.
Rick Jennings, a senior detective at the precinct, walked out first. His face was stretched into a massive, nervous smile. His shoulders were hunched forward, his posture incredibly submissive.
Rick was holding a freshly brewed cup of premium Blue Mountain coffee in both hands. He offered it backward with extreme respect to the tall man walking behind him.
Emmett stepped out of the shadows. He had one hand shoved casually into the pocket of his tailored suit pants. His long legs ate up the distance of the hallway. He did not even glance at the coffee Rick was holding.
Rick pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the sweat off his forehead.
"I am so sorry, Mr. Kane," Rick said quickly. "We had no idea it was you. This is a complete misunderstanding."
Gabriella stood up so fast the police blanket fell to the dirty floor. Her brain could not process the absurd scene playing out in front of her.
She marched right up to Rick.
"Why isn't he in handcuffs?" Gabriella demanded, her voice echoing in the lobby. "Why are you serving him coffee? He kidnapped me!"
Rick coughed awkwardly. He looked around the lobby, trying to keep his voice down.
"Miss Henson, please lower your voice," Rick whispered. "Let's not make this a bigger issue than it is."
Emmett stopped walking. He turned around slowly. He looked down at Gabriella, his massive frame towering over her.
He let out a short, cold laugh.
"Is the NYPD taking orders from paranoid, hysterical women now?" Emmett asked. His voice dripped with pure arrogance.
Gabriella's blood boiled. Her chest heaved with anger.
"You drove a car with no plates! You locked the doors! You drove me to an abandoned alley!" she yelled, counting the offenses on her fingers.
Emmett lazily adjusted the expensive cufflink on his left wrist.
"Are you a cop? Or just nosy?" he asked smoothly, his tone dripping with condescension. "As for the doors, maybe I don't like my passengers trying to jump out. It's messy."
He suddenly took a step forward, closing the distance between them. He leaned down, his face inches from hers.
"And I changed the route," he whispered, his voice dropping an octave, "because your cheap perfume was giving me a headache. I needed to open the window."
The insult hit Gabriella like a physical slap. Her face burned hot with humiliation. Her right hand flew up, aiming straight for his arrogant cheek.
Eloise lunged forward and grabbed Gabriella from behind. She pinned Gabriella's arm down with all her strength.
"Gabby, stop!" Eloise begged, pressing her face against Gabriella's ear. "Please. That is my older brother. That is Emmett Kane."
Gabriella's brain short-circuited. Her body went completely rigid. Her pupils dilated in pure shock.
She stared at the dangerous, cruel man standing in front of her. She could not connect this monster to the man Eloise always talked about. This was the head of the Kane family.
Rick quickly stepped between them. He shoved a clipboard with a waiver of liability toward Gabriella.
"Sign this, please," Rick urged. "Let's just close the case."
Gabriella looked at Eloise. Eloise's eyes were pleading. Gabriella clenched her jaw so hard her teeth ached. The taste of defeat was bitter in her mouth. She grabbed the pen and aggressively signed her name on the paper.
She took a deep breath, forcing the air into her tight lungs.
"I'm sorry," she forced the words out. They tasted like ash.
Emmett raised an eyebrow. His dark eyes slowly dragged down Gabriella's body, taking in her wet clothes and shivering frame.
He let out a harsh grunt.
"Don't flatter yourself," Emmett said loudly, making sure everyone in the lobby heard him. "I only like women with actual curves. I have zero appetite for flat little girls."
A few young officers standing near the front desk snickered. Gabriella's face flushed a deep, angry red. Her stomach churned with embarrassment.
Emmett did not look at her again. A group of men in black suits surrounded him. He pushed open the glass doors and walked out into the night, leaving a trail of cold air behind him.
Gabriella stared at the empty doorway. She bit the inside of her cheek until she tasted blood. She swore to herself she would never, ever cross paths with that bastard again.
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9.2
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Her search forces her into an uneasy alliance with Orion St. James, a dangerously charming immortal with a violent past and secrets tied to Sariyah herself. Bound together by a magic neither of them wants nor understands, Ember and Orion are drawn into a hidden war beneath the city-one involving cultists, monsters, and an ancient order known as the Watchers.
As Crescent Falls begins to fracture, Ember experiences unsettling visions that hint her bloodline is far more entangled with Sariyah than anyone ever suspected. Strange new powers awaken within her, blurring the line between protector and destroyer, while enemies gather and old loyalties are tested.
With the city on the brink of collapse and unseen forces moving in the shadows, Ember must decide how far she is willing to go to save Bastion-and whether becoming something darker is the only way to stop an evil that has ruled unchallenged for centuries.
Because some thrones are not inherited.
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7.5
Princess Adrienne doesn't do gowns, politics, or obedience. She does swords, battle, and telling arrogant princes exactly where they can shove their heroics.
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He's a legend. Undefeated. Insufferable.
She's savage. Stubborn. And refuses to be any man's prize.
Neither wants this marriage. Both have secrets. And when duty forces them together, the hatred burns almost as hot as the desire they're trying to ignore.
In a game of crowns, the most dangerous move is falling for your enemy.
7.7
I was suffocating in a borrowed Valentino gown at the Met Gala, but it wasn't the corset that was killing me. It was the debt collector, Vargo, stalking me through the crowd like a wolf.
Desperate to hide, I ducked into a private lounge and threw myself at the silhouette of a man sitting in the shadows, pressing my lips to his in a frantic plea for cover. When I pulled back, the air turned to ice; I was staring into the ocean-blue eyes of Kingsley Osborn, the billionaire who believed I’d sold his company secrets six years ago.
Kingsley didn’t save me; he trapped me. The next morning, he slid a "Marriage Service Agreement" across his desk, revealing he knew everything about my father’s illegal Ponzi scheme and the quarter-million dollars I owed to loan sharks. He offered to pay my debts and protect my father, but only if I signed over two years of my life to be his trophy wife.
"I don't want your money, Cassidy. I want your life."
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I was a prisoner in a three-piece suit, until I found a mislabeled file buried in his company’s server. It contained evidence of a massive, illegal hostile takeover that would ruin Kingsley if the Feds ever saw it.
I held the gun that could destroy the man who had cornered me. But as I looked at the champagne roses he’d secretly kept from my "peace offering," I realized I didn't want to pull the trigger. I wanted to see how far he’d go to keep me from leaving.
8.4
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Erika's voice trembled, not with fear but with the force of instinct, adrenaline, and something deeper.
"You should be," Tyler growled, blood staining his knuckles and rage glinting in his eyes.
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Erika stepped forward anyway, chin lifted. "Then let it. Because I'm not leaving you."
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9.7
I was an intern nurse working exhausting shifts, yet my mother constantly forced me into blind dates with wealthy, arrogant men to secure our family's social standing.
During a terrifying hospital lockdown, an assassin disguised as a doctor held a scalpel to my throat. I was almost killed, but a high-ranking military colonel threw his own body down a flight of concrete stairs to shield me.
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She forced me to meet him to apologize. When Preston grabbed my arm, bruised me, and mocked my attack as a pathetic lie, my mother still took his side.
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I had narrowly escaped an assassin, yet my own family was willing to feed me to a monster just for a fat paycheck and neighborhood gossip.
My heart went completely dead.
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I walked back into my parents' house and calmly slapped a crisp marriage certificate onto the coffee table.
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