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Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 20030 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 100(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 67(@300wpm)

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She's forty-one and a late-blooming V. She's also the sunshine that broke through the billionaire's ice.

Star Moreno came to the orphanage to adopt a child.

Instead, she ends up testing out a fake marriage with Wynd Sullivan.

The brooding tycoon doesn't smile, doesn't share, and definitely doesn't do love.

But he does other things.

Like ruin her favorite dress.

And make her forget all the rules she used to live by.

The future has never looked hotter, I mean, brighter.

Until the man who told her not to fall in love...is the one walking away before he falls for her first.

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Wynd

I'VE FOUND HIM.

A dark-haired boy, quiet and self-contained in a way that reminded Wynd of himself at that age, when the world had taught him that survival meant never needing anyone.

He closed his eyes for one moment.

Just one moment to allow himself to consider if he was making a mistake.

He was not.

This was what he wanted. And just like that, his mind was made up. He was not, had never been, and would never be the type to second-guess himself.

Wynd turned to leave and was already halfway to the door when he saw her.

And everything stopped.

She stood just a few feet away from the boy, her face turned toward the child with a sweet and wistful expression that made Wynd's chest ache for some reason. There was something about her that set him on edge. But at the same time, he found himself unable to tear his gaze away. He couldn't seem to stop staring, with how everything about her seemed to smile.

Her eyes, soft and brown, held a light that spoke of hope even when logic suggested there wasn't much reason for it. Her lips, naturally curved upward at the corners, looked as if they had been designed for laughter.

And then there was her soul.

Wynd couldn't even remember the last time he had thought of anyone's soul before.

But this girl...

She clearly had one.

A beautiful, luminous thing that seemed to shine from within, and it was this soul of hers that had him watching her like he had never watched any woman in his life.

The pair of gold hoops dangling from her ears sparkled every time she turned her head, catching the afternoon light streaming through the windows. It was the perfect match for how her whole being seemed to radiate a sunny sense of joy, the kind that might even be enough to thaw the walls of ice from which he operated.

The dress she wore was modest, exquisitely so. Navy blue with spring flowers at the hem, it covered her from throat to knee with a propriety that should have been boring. Instead, it made him crave what he could not see. And even obsess over the innocent sway of her hips as she moved closer to the boy.

What, he actually found himself musing, would it feel like to have his fingers crush the softness of her flesh as he held her hips still?

What sound would she make if he were to slowly enter her for the first time?

And what would it feel like to have himself fully buried inside of her?

The more he looked at her, the more he wanted her.

But just as he started planning the logistics of making her his mistress, it was then he noticed how she was looking around...and Wynd realized he had gotten it all wrong.

This woman was not working for the orphanage.

Nor was she one of the social workers whose names he had memorized from the facility's website.

As incredible as it seemed, she was apparently much older than she looked, because it was clear from the way she was gazing around the room while wearing her heart on her sleeve...

She was here for the same reason he was.

Star

I'M FORTY-ONE YEARS old, and I've never been kissed.

Three years ago, I was also told by my OB that I'm infertile, and it's incurable.

But because I've always been the kind of girl who just can't help seeing the positive in everything, and this was way before I came to know God—

I'm just so happy, you know?

Because today is the day I'm about to meet the most important person in my life.

"Ms. Moreno?" A woman with a clipboard approaches me with a warm smile. "Feel free to interact with the children. They've all been prepared for visitors today."

"Thank you." It takes real effort to just smile warmly back and I have to clasp my hands behind my back to keep myself from throwing my arms around her like I really want to.

Gotta keep calm, I remind myself.

Hope Rises is the elite of San Antonio's childcare facilities, and it's taken me three reference letters and agreeing to a background check just to get my name on the list for one of their bi-annual invite-only open houses.

I need to do everything I can to make sure they consider me a suitable would-be parent, and that's not going to happen if I'm my usual exuberant self.

Stay calm, I urge myself yet again as I take my time looking around me and observing what everyone's doing. The large playroom buzzes with quiet activity: couples talking to each other in hushed whispers, social workers jotting down notes on one side, and last but certainly not the least, I see children clearly doing everything they can to impress future parents, and just watching them makes my heart ache so, so bad.

Oh, if only.

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Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 18000 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 90(@200wpm)___ 72(@250wpm)___ 60(@300wpm)

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My mafia billionaire husband thinks I'm his enemy's daughter---will he kill me when he finds out the truth?

I've been a prisoner my whole life.
And I go to bed every night thinking it could be my last one on earth.
I've long lost hope of living any other way.
Until freedom comes in the unlikeliest and most terrifying of forms.
I would do just about anything to leave my father's island, but what if the price I have to pay is to become my so-called father's Trojan horse in his vendetta against his worst enemy?
Mafia billionaire Calixte Romano married me to keep the peace.
But what will he do if he realizes I'm worthless to his plans?

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Calixte watches me curiously as I enter his study after knocking. It's my first time to come here uninvited, and since his eyes are still on me, I guess this is as good a time as any to do what I've come here to do.

"What the---"

I've let my night robe fall silently to the carpet and I now stand naked before my husband.

"Je te veux." I want you.

I've been secretly working on my French every chance I could in the past two weeks. It's my first time to put my skills to the test, and even though my accent sounds horrible to my ears---

The words seem to have the intended effect on my husband, with Calixte already striding towards me.

Oh!

He's already kissing me hungrily, and I kiss him back with just as much hunger.

Maybe even more, all things considered.

But just when I'm about to wrap my arms around his neck, he suddenly pushes me away and mutters an expletive under his breath.

"What's wrong?" I ask tremulously.

"You should not have done this," he growls.

I'm torn between hurt and confusion. "W-Why?" I really thought he'd appreciate me taking the initiative just this once.

"Because I don't think I can control myself this time," Calixte snaps.

Oh.

"So if you want what's best for you---"

He breaks off when he sees me shake my head.

"I think you got it all wrong," I whisper.

Dark eyes narrow at me. "Comment ça?" How so?

"Because I want the opposite. I...I w-want you to know what it feels like to have you take me when you're not...ah!"

My husband has never disappointed me, and tonight is no exception.

It's like finding myself in a whirlwind of passion, and the next thing I know, I'm already bent over his huge wooden desk, and my heart leaps to my throat when I hear him unbuckling his belt and unzipping himself.

It's really happe---aaaaaah!

Shock robs me of speech, and all I can do is cry out in my mind as my husband sinks his entire length inside of me from behind.

It's really hap---aaaaaah!

He doesn't even give me a chance to catch my breath, his every thrust so deep and powerful that it has me clumsily reaching up to the edges of his desk and holding on for dear life.

It's real---aaaaah!

I start seeing stars as he moves faster and faster, and the desire-coated sound of his harsh breathing fills my ears.

This, oh this...

This is what it means to have my husband take me with no thoughts of holding back, and the moment I think that---

Aaaaaah!

It's all over for me.

Calixte...

All I can do is sob his name out as I start to come.

Calixte.

And I do it again and again as my husband comes right after me with one last thrust, and he groans my name as he fills me with his heat.

"Eden, mon ange..."

Tears burn my eyes at his words.

Oh, if only...

If only I could believe that he'd still think that, once he finds out the truth.

Copyright 2024 by Marian Piñera

All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

Prologue

Asmall island town whose residents have been either murdered or enslaved by a local gang.

Fast forward years later, and the town is now the armed fortress of a drug lord and his evil henchmen.

All that's missing is the hero meant to save the day.

I'm sure these things sound familiar to you.

The minor details may change, but the story beats the same.

You've seen this happen in movies. Read this in books. Maybe even heard it in podcasts.

It sounds oh-so-comfortably familiar, and so you can't help but think.

Surely...

Surely a hero will come.

One day.

But I never believed that.

Pure B.S., that's what I think of it.

Because that story is the life I've been living, and there is no hero in sight.

I knew that since I was seven years old, and my father thought it was time I learned the truth.

So yeah.

There's no such thing as heroes.

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Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 15283 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 76(@200wpm)___ 61(@250wpm)___ 51(@300wpm)

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The last thing I need is another father. The last thing I want is a husband.
Emilee Wagner
I’ve been sheltered my entire life, and now my dad is marrying me off just because I’m in love with someone he thinks is after his money. He just doesn’t get it. Because of that, he’s arranged a marriage for me to an older man. Like I need another dad.
Alex Winterbourne
I never made time for a personal life. I was convinced an arranged marriage would be perfect for me until I found out how young Emilee is. I don’t care that her father says she’s an old soul; I’m not interested in being a babysitter. But as our eyes meet, everything changes. Now, I’ll do anything to have her as my wife.

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Alex

The champagne is flowing, the buzz of conversation fills the air, the glittering lights of the Empire State Building paint a gorgeous backdrop, but all I can do is watch the beautiful couple on the dance floor. This must be their tenth dance together tonight. Not that I’m counting.

I grab another flute of champagne as it floats by on a tray, then look at my watch.

What is too early for the best man to leave? I wonder.

“Good to see you, Alex.”

Harold Weinberger’s rich baritone is unmistakable. He was my father’s closest friend before his death six years ago.

“I’m glad you could make it,” I say. “I’m sure Ryan is too.”

Harold smiles as he looks at the dancing bride and groom. “His happiness has nothing to do with any of us,” he says. “It’s all about her.”

“As it should be,” I clink my glass against his. “To the happy couple, my brother and his princess.”

“Here, here!” Harold says before he takes a sip of his drink. “You know that could be you out there.”

I peer out at Carina as she floats in my brother’s arms. She’s wearing an elegant white gown with sequins that twinkle from the lights. Her curly blonde hair is held in place by a golden antique hair comb with blue stones. I wasn’t exaggerating when I called her a princess.

I smile to myself as I think about my relationship with them and how much I would like my own bride. But some things aren’t meant to be.

“I’m too old to be dating,” I say. “My time has passed. I could never trust anyone enough for a commitment anyway.”

“Too old?” Harold scoffs, then moves closer to me before lowering his voice. “Have you met Abe? He’s one of the trustees that your father assigned to his will.”

Abe is sitting beside a pretty redhead in her thirties. She leans over to kiss his cheek and then heads towards the bar. Abe swipes at his wispy white hair, positioning it over his scalp as he watches her walk away.

“I’m guessing that’s not his daughter,” I say. “I hope it’s not with how he’s looking at her.”

A burst of laughter escapes from Harold, causing some people to turn his way.

I hold up my glass. “He’s had a little too much,” I say to them, holding back my own laughter before taking another sip.

“My point is that if you want to get married, you should. How old are you now? Fifty? And you’ve never been married?”

“Forty-six, and I haven’t. You know how it is. There are plenty of women out there who would give anything to marry a billionaire. I want someone who will love me for me, not my money.”

“Ahh, yes, the billionaire’s curse. They always want our money.” He sighs, and then his eyes widen. “You know what? You should talk to Abe,” he says. “I don’t know much about what he does, but he and his friends have been up to something.”

“What do you mean?”

“Between you and me, I think they’re arranging marriages. There are a lot of men out there like us who want or even need to get married but can’t for whatever reason. I have no idea how he does it, but if you’re curious, why not talk to him? What have you got to lose?”

I grab another glass of champagne from a passing tray and down the contents in one swallow. It could be the champagne influencing me or even the happy bride and groom, but everything that Harold said makes sense.

Looking back at the dance floor, I watch as Ryan dips Carina before kissing her lips. Her arms wrap around his shoulders as her lips press against his. When the song ends, they separate to applaud the band, and Carina notices me watching. A smile lights up her face, and she brings her hand up to her lips and blows a kiss to me before my brother whisks her away to their table.

“You’re right, Harold. A conversation never hurt anyone,” I say before heading over to Abe.

“What do you mean you’re going to miss our tee time? Between you and Ryan, I don’t know who is more difficult to get out on the green lately.”

Daniel Faber is an old friend of my brother’s. Until Ryan’s wedding, the three of us had been meeting for a weekly golf game at the country club. I should’ve let Daniel know that I had plans, but it slipped my mind until I was on the way to meet the woman I might marry.

“I’m sorry, Daniel. I know this is last minute, but this is important,” I say.

“You’re joking, right? You’re not really going to meet some woman for an arranged marriage, right?”

“I know it sounds ridiculous, but I have a good feeling about this.”

“A good feeling? Listen, I know plenty of women who could give you some great feelings if that’s what you’re looking for. You don’t need to get married for that.”

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Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 17662 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 88(@200wpm)___ 71(@250wpm)___ 59(@300wpm)

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She thinks she’s in love with him. But he knows it’s only infatuation that she feels.
19-year-old music student Riri Padilla falls head over heels for Jacques the moment she sees him. And since then, she’s worn her heart on her sleeve every time she goes up stage to sing for him.
35-year-old billionaire Jacques Carpentier is determined to keep pushing Riri away until she realizes the truth about her feelings.
But then he finds out about his great-grandfather’s will, and Jacques realizes he stands to lose everything if he doesn’t make Riri his wife.

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Every time I dropped by to attend rehearsals, everyone assumed it was my way of honoring my late great-grandmother. That the love for arts still ran passionately in my blood. And while it was true that those things did play a role---

They wouldn't have been enough to make me rearrange my entire work schedule just to fit in rehearsals.

As much as I hated admitting it even to myself---

Damn her, damn her, damn her.

She was the reason I kept coming back.

And every damn time I was in the audience---

She would always look straight into my eyes.

Always.

And the moment she started to sing, it was as if the whole damn world had melted away, and she would sing like she was making love to me.

Always.

Seducing me without ever touching me.

Teasing me.

Taunting me.

And today wasn't any different.

Damn her. Damn her. Damn her.

Just remembering how she had me fooled made me grit my teeth.

Damn her.

I can't believe I once thought she was someone without a spark of personality.

Damn her.

She may still have the others buying her act as this prim and proper thing.

But I'm on to her this time, and I'm no idiot to let her deceive me again.

It's so fucking clear now that her quiet ways are nothing but a sham.

And I know what she's trying to do.

Damn her, damn her, damn her.

I'm not going to let her win.

No matter how much she tries to tempt me.

She may have convinced herself this is all a game we can play and walk away from.

But I'm older and I know better.

One mistake is all it takes.

And so for both her sake and mine---

I'd rather destroy the idea of us rather than have us destroy each other.

Riri

He's here.

Excitement breathes life into the butterflies in my stomach when I see him stroll inside the auditorium.

Every step he takes is art in motion. He exudes lithe grace and strength, and there's undeniable elegance even in how he wears his power and authority like it's his second skin.

The dozen or so individuals in the auditorium have all risen to their feet to welcome him. They pay their respects like he's a king, and in a way, that's who Jacques Carpentier is to all of us.

His great-grandfather founded Carpentier University in the early 1800s, and when he fell in love later on with a beautiful songstress, he built her the Carpentier Opera House as his wedding gift.

CoH is the only campus-based establishment of its kind, and it's said to rival the Louvre itself for its mesmerizing architecture and old-school charm.

It has a massive glass-domed ceiling and textured French wallpapers, an intricately ornate carpet on which members of royalty and global icons have trodden, and hand-stitched velvet covers for all 500-plus seats.

The first time I came to this place, its beauty didn't just take my breath away. Every inch of CoH also pulsed with romance, and no matter where you looked, it was impossible not to feel the love between Francois Carpentier and his beloved wife.

I remember thinking how wonderful it would be to fall for such a man.

And as God would have it, that was exactly what happened.

The day I met him, I knew right away.

It would be our love story CoH would witness next.

Silence sweeps over the auditorium as soon as my name is called. Today is the final stage of our auditions. It's make-or-break time, but I have not a single doubt in my heart that I am destined to play the titular role of Carmen.

There are some things in life that we're born knowing.

And this is one of them.

The ambient lights overhead shut down as soon as I take my spot behind the mic stand. A singular spotlight shines down on my head while stage lights turn the rest of the auditorium into a bright white blur.

No matter.

I know where my Jacques is seated, and so I know where to look.

Look at me, my Jacques.

It's no coincidence that we've met.

It's just one of those things I'm absolutely sure of.

And it's this thought that makes my heart feel like it's about to explode as my lips slowly part.

My darling Jacques, listen.

I don't take my gaze away from him as I start to sing.

For him.

Every word, every gesture, every gentle sway of my hips.

It's all for my Jacques.

And though I know he's been struggling to deny it---

You're fighting a losing battle, darling.

I know he knows.

I am his, and he is mine.

Jacques

She's doing it again, damn her.

A pale, dark-haired girl whose nondescript features transform into something vibrantly and inexplicably stunning the moment she starts to sing.

And the way her doe-like eyes stay on me the whole time she sings---

Damn her. Damn her. Damn her.

She always sings like I'm only her audience.

Even when I'm not.

Her mentor, Professor Charleston, is seated on my left, and Dean Garrison is on my right.

There's also the director and all the other professionals that make up the backbone of the university's most ambitious project to date.

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