Romance Stories

The second Greta Beaumont stepped into that lawyer’s office, her perfectly ordered life shattered: her estranged sister was dead, and she was now legal guardian to an eight-year-old niece she’d never met. The last person she expected to see was Matteo Nettleton—the man whose heart she destroyed ten years ago—now the sun-bronzed contractor hired to restore her sister’s crumbling cliffside house so the little girl doesn’t lose her only home. Forced into blistering proximity every single day, their accidental touches and vicious late-night arguments keep ripping open old wounds… and something far more dangerous. As the child’s laughter starts gluing them into a fragile family, Greta realizes walking away this time won’t just break two hearts—it might destroy the little girl who needs them both to stay.

I finally made senior partner at the city's most vicious law firm—until the firm paired me with Preston Inverdale, the man whose family I destroyed fifteen years ago. Now he's my co-counsel on the biggest case of my career... and he knows my one unforgivable secret: the daughter I've hidden from the world. Every courtroom win drags us closer to the same bed, where hate turns into bruises on my thighs, scratches down his back, and nights where 'I hate you' sounds exactly like 'don't stop.' One wrong move and he'll burn my entire life down. The terrifying part? I'm starting to want him to.

I was a botanist with a quiet life until my deadbeat mob accountant dad sold me to Vincent Inverdale—the ruthless underboss who needed a wife to stop a syndicate war. Now I stand at the altar in lace and fury while he claims me with a kiss that brands my soul. What started as a contract marriage is turning into nights of raw, possessive sex that make me crave the man holding my freedom in his fists, even as rival families circle for blood and his jealousy threatens to burn everything down. The question is: will I destroy his empire... or let this dangerous obsession destroy me?

I was supposed to quit my job, disappear with my secret, and never let aloof tech billionaire Cristian Moriarty know I was carrying his baby after one reckless night. Instead, a corporate scandal traps us alone for eight weeks in his remote mountain estate, miles from anyone else. Every shared meal, every accidental touch of his pale fingers on my skin, every late-night conversation is cracking my walls, and the baby is growing every day. How long can I hide the truth before his growing obsession makes him notice everything and decide whether to destroy me or claim us both forever?

Thea Lindstrom finally has the perfect position—executive assistant to the man whose family destroyed hers. With a false name, a flawless chignon, and years of planning, she’s ready to burn Raphael Moriarty’s empire from the inside. But every late-night briefing, every brush of his freckled fingers against her skin, every charged silence makes her wonder if the real threat is the undeniable heat building between her and the one person she’s sworn to ruin. One wrong move and she’ll lose everything… including the heart she never meant to surrender.

The moment Sullivan Villanueva's conglomerate swallows her family's failing winery, Josephine Ellsworth's life shatters—especially since his ruthless moves put her father in the hospital. A scandalous breach-of-contract clause forces her to live and work under his roof for six months or lose everything. Now trapped in his sleek glass penthouse with the lean, sharp-cheekboned billionaire who despises her as much as she hates him, their venomous fights spark into something far more dangerous: stolen touches, simmering hatred, and a hunger that could destroy them both. Can she survive six months without losing her family's legacy—or her heart—to the one man who might break her open?

I swore I'd never forgive Warren Fitzpatrick for ruining my family. Now a freak accident has left me blind, and his board is forcing him to play my guardian in his cliffside mansion for three months straight. Every time his hands guide me through the dark, every late-night confession that cracks his arrogant armor, I feel that old hatred twisting into something far more dangerous. He says he destroyed my father's firm to protect me from a secret that could still destroy us both—but with rivals circling and my heart betraying me, I'm not sure if this obsession will heal me or burn everything down.

Simone Ostrowski just won the biggest case of her career—destroying Beckett Lindstrom's latest empire. Too bad the ruthless billionaire found a loophole in her firm's contract that lets him drag her onto his superyacht for six months of "personal supervision." Now she's trapped in floating luxury with the man she hates most, where every heated argument and lingering touch threatens to crack the armor she's spent years building. He wants revenge. She wants her freedom. But the deeper they sink into each other's secrets, the harder it becomes to tell the difference between surrender and survival.

Five years ago Declan Kingsley destroyed Estelle Yamamoto and stole her tech empire. Now she's back with a new name, a killer body, and one goal: seduce the man who ruined her, then burn his world to the ground. But the moment his warm brown skin brushes hers and those deep eyes lock on, the ice around her heart starts melting in ways she never planned. Every stolen kiss, every whispered secret, every time he pins her against his desk makes her question if destroying him is still worth losing the only man who's ever made her feel alive.

I woke up in a hospital bed with six months erased from my mind and a dead fiancé I can't remember. The only person they let near me is Detective Dominic Davenport—the devastatingly handsome cop who handled my case. He says we were secretly engaged, shows me texts, photos, even a ring that feels completely foreign. Doctors call it trauma. My gut calls it a lie. Every memory that returns makes him look like either my savior or my destroyer, and his 'protection' is starting to feel like a cage I can't escape. Is the real betrayal the blood on my hands… or the man refusing to let me remember the truth?

Six years ago, Douglas Delaney left Priya Quintero standing in the rain on the night they were supposed to elope. Now he's back in their coastal hometown—as her sister’s fiancé. Every family dinner is pure torture: his green eyes on hers, his hand brushing her wrist under the table, his whispered “I never stopped wanting you” that makes her want to scream... or kiss him. Priya’s stuck between the man who broke her and the sister who has no clue about their past. One more stolen touch, one more secret night, and everything could burn. But damn if the fire doesn’t feel worth it.

I never thought the man I’ve spent three years trying to destroy would be the one I’m fake-engaged to. One viral photo of us arguing turned into “couple goals,” and now my entire career, my family’s nine-figure inheritance, and Raphael Endicott’s hostile takeover all depend on us pretending we’re madly in love for six months. Shared penthouses. Candlelit galas. His hand on the small of my back like it belongs there. The more we sell the lie, the harder it gets to remember why we hate each other… until one of us slips and the hunger we’ve been hiding threatens to burn everything down.

When my father's cartel empire explodes in gunfire, I'm yanked from the blood-soaked ruins by Raphael Yamamoto—the half-Japanese underboss who's starred in my nightmares for years. He claims me as his to keep me alive and my family's secrets buried, locking me in his skyline penthouse where every camera and locked door screams that I belong to the man who burned my world down. What starts as his cold, bruising control ignites into raw, addictive hate-sex that leaves me questioning how much I truly despise him... and how badly I crave the one person who both destroys and worships me. With rivals circling and my own family ordering me to betray him from the inside, I'm trapped between deadly pleasure and the last shreds of who I am.

Four years after her family's scandal destroyed her life, Penelope Stavros is back at Ravencrest Academy as an instructor, staring straight at the razor-tongued heir who helped bury her brother. Elliot Kenworthy is now in her elite mentorship program as punishment, and the last thing she needs is his heated stares or the dangerous secret he's hiding about the night that ruined her. But when that secret surfaces, the man she despises most becomes the only one who can help her—and the only one whose touch makes her forget why she should hate him. One wrong move and they'll both burn.

I walked into Conrad Abernathy's boardroom ready to beg for a contract that would save my failing design studio. The second those icy blue eyes locked on mine, I knew I was screwed. Five years ago he destroyed me the night he walked away—right after we conceived the daughter he's never met. Now the ruthless billionaire is obsessed with tearing down every wall I've built, and if he discovers the truth about our little girl, I'll lose everything... including the only man who's ever made my pulse race with one heated glance.

The night I caught my fiancé balls-deep in my identical twin, I should have walked away. Instead I stormed into her loft to end her—and ended up pinned against the wall with her tongue in my mouth. Now Diane Forsythe is the only thing I crave, and every stolen kiss, every secret touch, digs us deeper into a betrayal that could burn our entire powerful family to the ground. The worst part? I don’t know if I want to stop her… or if I’ll ever be able to.

Five years after Gabriel MacAllister wrecked me and disappeared, I walk into his Seattle boardroom as the lead architect on his new skyscraper—curves hidden under professional suits, heart locked down tight, and a four-year-old daughter he knows nothing about. The second his piercing green eyes lock on mine, I know I'm screwed. He still looks at me like he wants to devour me, and every brush of his hand, every late-night revision session, makes me burn. I have to hide our daughter. He has to stop chasing the truth. But the man who shattered my heart isn't the type to walk away twice, and this time he's playing for keeps.

When my father’s will says I lose the family publishing empire unless I marry in six months, the only man who can save me is Nathaniel Fairchild—the ruthless agent who’s spent years tearing my dad’s legacy apart and once called me a spoiled princess playing editor. I offer him controlling interest in our crown-jewel imprint if he’ll pretend to be my devoted husband for a year. What starts as a cold contract—shared penthouse, fake kisses for the cameras, lies for the board—turns dangerous the moment his hand lingers on my waist and his piercing gaze sees every secret I’ve hidden. Now I’m falling for the last man I should, and the closer we get, the more I realize neither of us is who we pretended to be.

Genevieve Nightingale just signed her name on a marriage contract that saved her family's dying empire and handed her body and future to Warren Underwood—the arrogant tech billionaire ten years younger who once looked at her with pure contempt in a boardroom. Now she's trapped in his sleek, shadowed penthouse, where every accidental brush of his fingers and every lingering stare makes her forget why she hates him. Warren finally owns the elegant beauty he's secretly burned for, but the closer he pulls her in, the more their carefully built walls—and the dangerous secrets both families are hiding—threaten to crumble.

I came to audit Benedict Abernathy's books, not to recognize the cartel scars hidden under his designer suit. One locked stare in his glass office and I knew—he's the same monster who once owned me. Now the ruthless CEO who launders their blood money wants to keep me close, and every brush of his hand makes me forget why I should destroy him. The question isn't if I'll burn his empire down... it's whether I'll let him pull me into his bed first.