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SILK & SIN

Elena Marlowe has built her life on precision. At twenty-four, she is the youngest strategist at a powerful investment firm in Manhattan. Composed. Analytical. Unreadable. In a world dominated by ruthless men, she survives by being sharper than they expect and quieter than they notice. She has no room for chaos. Until Adrian Vale notices her. Adrian is the thirty-year-old CEO of Vale Consortium, a corporate empire that moves markets and influences governments. To the public, he is controlled brilliance—disciplined, reserved, untouchable. Behind closed doors, he is something else entirely: a strategist who studies people the way others study numbers. When Elena crosses his path at a high-profile merger gala, Adrian does not see attraction. He sees alignment. He begins observing her—her tells, her silences, the way her composure fractures for half a second when pressured. And slowly, deliberately, he adjusts the world around her. Meetings align. Opportunities shift. Paths cross too often to be coincidence. It is not force. It is design. Elena senses it before she understands it. The way he anticipates her reactions. The way he knows what she needs before she voices it. The way his presence feels like both safety and danger. Their connection builds through intellectual sparring and quiet intensity. No explosive declarations. No dramatic seduction. Just proximity. Pressure. Precision. But when Elena discovers that Adrian orchestrated their initial encounters, the illusion shatters. What she believed was fate was strategy. And yet… she doesn’t walk away. Because the truth is more complicated. Adrian’s control is not cruel. It is calculated protection. His empire is not purely corporate; beneath the polished skyscrapers lies a web of discreet political alliances and shadow negotiations. Enemies watch him closely. And once Elena becomes visible at his side, she becomes a liability. When a rival targets her during a corporate power struggle, Elena is forced to confront the full weight of Adrian’s world. The danger is real. The influence is vast. The power he wields is terrifying. And the most unsettling truth? He would burn everything down for her. But Elena refuses to be someone’s weakness. Choosing independence, she leaves Adrian and builds her own corporate influence. Months later, she returns—not as his subordinate, not as his possession, but as his equal competitor in a hostile acquisition that threatens to destroy them both. This time, she understands the game. And she plays to win. As betrayal fractures Adrian’s inner circle and his empire teeters on collapse, Elena becomes the unexpected architect of its survival. The power dynamic shifts. The strategist becomes vulnerable. The observer becomes exposed. Adrian must confront the truth he has avoided his entire life: Control cannot replace intimacy. And Elena must decide whether love built on strategy can survive without it. In a final confrontation that blends corporate warfare with emotional reckoning, they redefine their relationship—not as possession, not as dominance, but as choice. Because the most dangerous power is not control. It’s surrender.
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Clause 4:Total submission

​OFFICIAL CONTENT ADVISORY ​ATTENTION: Clause 4: Total Submission is a high-intensity Dark Romance that contains graphic themes and psychological dynamics that may be triggering or offensive to some readers. DISCLAIMER: The actions and behaviors depicted in this fictional work are for narrative purposes only and do not reflect the author's real-world views on healthy relationships. This is a work of fiction intended for MATURE ADULTS (18+) who understand the tropes of the Dark Romance genre. "I don't pay for your consent, Sloane. I pay for your silence." ​Vane Sterling is a god of ruin. In the glass-and-steel cathedral of Sterling-Vance, he doesn’t just trade stocks; he trades souls. He is a man who finds "unearned hope" offensive and views human emotion as a market volatility that must be liquidated. ​Sloane is his most efficient asset. She is the ghost in his machine, the woman who kneels in the shadows of his mahogany altar while he destroys empires over the speakerphone. ​She isn't there for the paycheck. She is there because Vane Sterling owns the machines that keep her mother’s heart beating. Every breath her mother takes is a line item on Vane’s ledger—a debt that Sloane can only pay in compliance. ​The Terms of the Audit: •​The Body: A vessel for his stress. Total physical regulatory access, at his discretion, without exception. •​The Mind: Complete compartmentalization. To feel is to breach. To cry is to fail. ​•The Penalty: Every second of hesitation adds an hour to her term. Every flinch adds a day. ​With twenty-seven days left until her "freedom," Vane has decided that the contract is too lenient. He doesn't just want her service anymore; he wants to see the exact moment her spirit breaks. He wants to hunt the woman behind the mask and watch her realize that even when the twenty-seven days are over... ​He will never let his favorite plaything go. ​“You think you’re counting down the days to your escape, Sloane. But you aren’t running toward the exit. You’re just running deeper into the cage.” Reader Discretion is Strongly Advised. If you are looking for a traditional "sweet" romance, this is not the book for you. If you enjoy the thrill of the storm, welcome to the sixty-first floor.
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[BL] Seduction at the President’s Mansion

Becklan Kross had one dream, to become a model under Leon Verdanis, the ruthless fashion tycoon everyone called Mr. President. But Leon crushed that dream in seconds. Two minutes late, and Becklan was dismissed. One spilled coffee, and Leon humiliated him again in public. What once was admiration turned into pure, burning hatred. So when fate offered Becklan a second chance, not as a model, but as a maid in Leon’s mansion, he took it. Not for the salary. Not for the prestige. For revenge. But Leon Verdanis isn’t just cold. He’s inaccessible. Calculating. Beautiful in a way that hurts. A man who believes love is a weakness, emotions are distractions, and no human is worth his heart. Beck vows to break him. Not romantically, emotionally. He plans to tease him, provoke him, embarrass him, and remind him what it feels like to be powerless. Except… things don’t go according to plan. A dropped towel, a naked CEO, a python named Rose, an accidental fall into Leon’s arms, a grip that was too strong, a stare that was too intense, and a breath that was too close, all of it challenged every ounce of control he had. He was supposed to hate Leon, but his heart began to skip when Leon held him. He burned with desire when Leon smirked, and the man he vowed to destroy suddenly became the one he could not stop wanting. He was supposed to hate him. So why does his heart skip when Leon holds him? Why does he burn when Leon smirks at him? And why does the man he vowed to destroy suddenly become the one he can’t stop wanting? Leon did not believe in love, and Becklan did not believe in forgiveness, yet between the tension, the teasing, the danger, and the secrets, one truth became impossible to ignore. Someone is going to fall first… and no one knows who will give in to love.
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REBIRTH : Chasing The Limelight

Elara’s first life crashed hard. Cruel tricks ruined her name, broke her dreams, and turned the whole entertainment world against her. Friends betrayed her. Lovers sold her out. Everyone she trusted stabbed her in the back. The pain piled up until she felt trapped with no way out. One night, she couldn’t take it anymore. She walked to the river and ended it all in the cold, quiet water. Later, proof came out. Messages. Recordings. Everything showed she had been framed. People posted apologies online. But it was too late. She was already gone. The universe, though, clearly has a twisted sense of humor. Because somehow, Elara came back. She woke up in her own past, every awful memory still sharp in her head. Right then she made a promise she would never break: protect her gentle grandfather no matter what, and never let anyone push her to that dark place again. This time she steps into the entertainment world with her head high. She trains harder, sings better, fights smarter. The same people who once crushed her? Now they get to feel the pressure. Love? Not happening. Her heart is locked tight. But why is it that as she rises and shines brighter, handsome, powerful men start circling her—guys who never even glanced at her in her previous life were now hovering around her. The actor smiled at her during a press interview, leaned closer, and said softly, “We should have dinner sometime.” The footballer sent flowers so big they blocked her room door. The surgeon she met at a charity event checked her pulse and then forgot to let go of her wrist. The singer she collaborated with kept calling her name during rehearsals, as if the mic could not hear him well enough. Elara stared at the ceiling that night and sighed. She only wanted to sing. Why did everyone look like they wanted to adopt her, date her, or both? But the worst one came after the concert. The lights had just gone off. Her ears were still ringing. Sweat clung to her neck. She had barely stepped backstage when a shadow blocked her path. She looked up. The CEO of the greatest company in Aurelia stood there. The same man who once said her voice was “not worth investing in.” The same man who did not even know her name before rebirth. Now he held her wrist lightly, but firmly. “Let’s talk,” he said. Elara blinked. “About… sponsorship?” “No,” he replied calmly. “About marriage.” Her brain froze. “…What?” “I will give you everything,” he continued, as if asking for a glass of water. “Resources. Protection. Freedom to sing. Become my wife.” Elara stared at him, her mouth open, her thoughts running in circles. This was not how it was supposed to be. Why was the world now skipping steps? NB: This story takes place in a fictional world. Aurelia is a country. Solmere, Veston, and Starfall City are the three capital cities of Aurelia. Other cities, such as Lorien and Crelou, are smaller cities. Everything in this story is a work of imagination.
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