Woke Up Married To My Mysterious Boss
I woke up to a rhythmic thumping against the wall of our luxury apartment. I thought it was just a nightmare, but when I pushed open the bedroom door, the reality was much worse.
My fiancé, Ignacio, was entangled with a blonde on the very sofa I had paid for three months ago. When he saw me, there was no guilt in his eyes, only cold annoyance.
"I'm bored of the 'good girl' act, Aria," he said, standing up with terrifying casualness. "And frankly, I'm bored of waiting for your stepfather's money to clear."
Before I could even process his words, he grabbed my arm and shoved me out into the hallway. He didn't let me grab my shoes or my phone. He just tossed my trench coat at my face and slammed the door, locking me out of my own life.
Barefoot and shivering in the October rain, I wandered into a speakeasy and drank until the world blurred. That’s where I met him—a man who looked like a prince and radiated a dangerous kind of power.
In a drunken, desperate haze, I asked him if he was for hire. I needed a husband to spite Ignacio, and he was the most expensive-looking man in the room.
"Marry me," I pleaded, and to my shock, he agreed. We hit a twenty-four-hour chapel, signed the papers, and I passed out in the back of his Maybach.
The next morning, I woke up in a penthouse on Billionaire’s Row. The man, Burke, stood there in a towel and handed me a bill for fifty thousand dollars for his "overnight services."
I was terrified. My family was bankrupt, I was homeless, and now I owed a massive debt to a high-end escort I had accidentally married in a blackout.
I fled to a job interview at Justice Group, hoping to earn enough to pay him off and disappear. But when I sat down in the waiting room, the "gigolo" was sitting right there, wearing a suit and holding a newspaper.
"Don't tell anyone we know each other," I hissed, thinking he was just another desperate applicant.
"Why? Ashamed of your husband?" he teased. Then the HR assistant called our names together, and I realized my nightmare was only just beginning.
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Chapter 6
Aria pushed past Burke, rushing into the massive living room.
She stopped dead. The view. Central Park was laid out below like a green carpet. This was Billionaire's Row.
Burke followed her. He had slipped on a silk robe, tying the sash loosely. He looked like a king in his castle.
"My fee structure is complex," he said, sitting on a black leather sofa.
Aria turned to him, desperate. "I'll wire you money. Just tell me your name."
She realized she didn't know it. Or she had forgotten it in the blackout.
"You can call me Burke," he said. "And you are?"
Aria hesitated. She couldn't let him know she was a Berg. The scandal. The bankruptcy. The shame.
"Nobody," she lied. "My name is Nobody."
Burke raised an eyebrow. He knew exactly who she was. Donato had run the check. But he played along.
"Well, Ms. Nobody. My overnight fee is fifty thousand dollars."
Aria choked. "Fifty thousand?! For sleeping?!"
"I'm the best in the city," Burke shrugged. "And we are married. That costs extra."
He pulled a notepad and a fountain pen from the coffee table.
"Consulting Fee: $50,000. Marriage License Expediting: $2,000."
He ripped the page off and held it out to her.
Aria stared at the paper. It was an exorbitant debt. She didn't have fifty dollars, let alone fifty thousand.
"I can't pay this," she whispered, terrified.
"Then you'll owe me," Burke said smoothly. "You can work it off."
Aria's face paled. She misinterpreted "work it off" immediately.
Burke saw the fear and corrected her, subtly. "I accept installments. But I need collateral."
He glanced at her ring finger. "Keep the ring. It marks my investment."
Aria tried to pull the ring off. It was stuck. She clawed at the silver band on her finger, but it wouldn't budge. Her skin was swollen from the alcohol and the salt of her tears, trapping the ring like a shackle.
Panic rose. She needed to get out of this pimp's lair.
"I'll pay you," she lied. "Just let me go get my things."
Burke stood and opened the front door.
"Go ahead. But I know where to find you, Ms. Nobody."
Aria sprinted to the elevator. She pressed the button frantically.
The doors closed, cutting off Burke's enigmatic smile.
Aria collapsed against the elevator wall, sliding down to the floor. She was terrified of her new creditor.
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7.7
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When the simulation shattered, Avery emerged as the Sovereign-the most experienced CEO in human history, having lived twenty years of strategic warfare in a matter of months. She tore down her father's global conglomerate, erased the world's digital memories, and sought a quiet life in the shadows.
But you cannot delete a god.
Now, a year after the "Great Erasure," the world has gone dark, but the connection remains. Four hundred million people are syncing up through a biological "Chorus," using their own neural pathways to rebuild a decentralized, inescapable Hive Mind. At its center is Mila, a child who is more code than flesh, and the only anchor strong enough to stabilize a new reality.
From the high-tech bunkers of Moscow to the hallucination-filled "Dead Zone" of the Sahara, Avery and her protector-assassin, Julian Vane, must race to stop the Chorus before it rewrites the physical world.
The satellites are dead. The servers are gone. But the Silence is screaming.
9.2
After four years locked in a high-security mental ward, Adaline's billionaire husband finally came to see her.
But Carter didn't come to save her. He threw the divorce papers at her face, demanding she make way for his engagement to her adopted sister, Elois.
Adaline couldn't even speak to defend herself.
Her tongue had been mangled, her nails pulled out, and her leg shattered by the asylum orderlies-all paid for by Elois's trust fund.
When Adaline desperately handed Carter her terminal lung cancer diagnosis, begging for just enough money to buy painkillers, he tore it to pieces without a second glance.
"Do not use the city's medical resources as props for your pathetic attempts to avoid signing those papers," he sneered.
He thought her coughing up dark blood was just a cheap trick.
He threw a stack of cash at her face and told her to kiss his bodyguard's muddy boot if she wanted the money to survive.
Her adoptive parents froze all her assets, calling her a violent psychopath, while Elois poured boiling tea on her broken leg and smiled.
Elois had stolen her violin career, her compositions, and her husband, yet everyone treated the monster like a fragile angel.
Why did the man who once loved her turn a blind eye to her deformed hands and bleeding throat?
Why did her own family want her dead so badly?
Lying in the dark, burning with a terminal fever, Adaline knew she only had two months left to live.
Since she was going to die anyway, she would make sure to drag them all to hell with her.
7.7
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She trusted him with everything.
But love was never part of the plan... and neither was death.
Seventeen-year-old Jessica Harts arrives at the University of Gold Coast full of dreams, brilliant, beautiful, and trusting. Andre Blake, her charming "school father," was everything she thought she needed: older, smart, respected... safe.
But behind the charm and quiet smiles was something darker.
Something he kept buried... until it consumed him. And what he promised himself he'd never do again happened a second time.
Only this time... it couldn't be undone.
Now Jess is dead.
And Andre is the only one who knows the truth.
The world believes it was an accident. The whispers say depression.
But someone else knows better... and they're watching.
But Andre? He thought his wealth would cover his tracks.
He thought silence could protect him.
Until Jess's older sister arrives... with questions he can't answer and eyes that saw straight through him. He was hiding something or worse lying.
Secrets don't stay buried.
Guilt doesn't stay silent.
Was it ever love?
Or something much, much darker?
Not Her Biological Father is a haunting billionaire romance thriller set on the golden coast of Australia. A story about twisted desire, broken trust, and the irreversible cost of crossing the line.
9.5
The night I ran, I left everything behind.
My dead fiancé's ghost. His brother's cold hands reaching for me. A father who won't meet my eyes because he's already sold me to the highest bidder.
I thought I was escaping.
Then a stranger pulled me from the darkness, and I learned what real danger looks like.
Damon moves like he owns the world. Talks like every word matters. Looks at me like I'm the only woman who ever made him feel something. He says he's the son the Kings family erased, the bastard they tried to bury. He says Evan loved me-really loved me-and that's why I should trust him.
He wants me to sign a contract. One year as his wife. One year to help him destroy the family that destroyed us both. One year pretending to belong to a man who makes my heart race and my skin burn every time he's close.
But the closer we get, the more I feel him keeping secrets.
He touches me like I'm fragile. Looks away when I ask about Evan. Holds the truth behind his teeth like it might cut us both.
And the whole time, I'm falling.
Falling into his warmth. His danger. His impossible kindness that feels too real to be fake.
But if I've learned anything from the Kings, it's this: the men who save you are always the ones who need you most.
And the ones who need you?
They're the ones who hurt you in the end.
Evan knew something the night he died. Something about my father. Something about the deal that would make the Kings the most powerful people in the country.
Damon knows too.
And the only way he'll tell me?
Is if I say yes.
Say yes to the contract. Say yes to the marriage. Say yes to the fire building between us that feels less like pretending every single day.
But when I finally learn the truth-about Evan, about my father, about the empire that wants us both dead-
Will the man holding me survive what comes next?
And more terrifying:
Will I survive loving him?
8.0
Tim Mercer has always been alone.
Awkward in conversation and uncomfortable in crowds, he spends most nights inside his small apartment with only his cat and the glow of a television for company.
Until the night the power goes out. Bored and curious, Tim pulls an old Ouija board from a dusty closet and asks the darkness if anyone is there.
Something answers. She calls herself Serenity, a beautiful woman trapped between worlds. At first, she is gentle. Comforting. Everything Tim has ever wished someone could be, but every night she visits, Tim grows weaker.
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7.4
Elena was never meant to choose her own fate.
She was sold-not asked, not begged, just handed over to Lorenzo De Luca, the most feared man in the city.
A billionaire. A mafia king. Ruthless, possessive, and merciless.
To him, she is nothing more than a debt repaid... a possession to claim.
But Elena is fragile, unloved, and wary of every touch... yet her heart and body betray her, drawn to the man she swore to hate.
In a world where danger lurks in every shadow, secrets threaten to unravel everything, and betrayal waits behind every door, their bond grows-twisted, forbidden, irresistible.
Elena must decide: survive the intoxicating power and obsession of the man who owns her, or surrender completely-and risk losing herself forever to the billionaire mafia king