
From Widow to His World: Claimed by the CEO
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Five years ago, I, Claire Parker, ran away for love with Daniel Carter, the broke boy everyone looked down on. But on the very day we were supposed to leave together, he abandoned me.
Overnight, I became the laughingstock of the entire city and was forced into a marriage alliance with a terminally ill man, Ryan Cooper.
Five years later, my husband died, the marriage arrangement fell apart, and the Cooper family threw me out without a shred of mercy.
Meanwhile, Daniel, the man everyone once sneered at, returned home in glory and became the hottest rising name in the business world.
And somehow, he ended up becoming my boss.
I wanted nothing to do with him, yet he kept closing in on me, cornering me with sarcasm sharp enough to draw blood.
Then one day, Daniel caught me on a date with another man.
His eyes reddened instantly as he pinned me against the wall. "Claire... are you abandoning me again?"
From Widow to His World: Claimed by the CEO Chapter 1
Five years ago, I, Claire Parker, ran away for love with Daniel Carter, the broke boy everyone looked down on. But on the very day we were supposed to leave together, he abandoned me.
Overnight, I became the laughingstock of the entire city and was forced into a marriage alliance with a terminally ill man, Ryan Cooper.
Five years later, my husband died, the marriage alliance fell apart, and the Cooper family threw me out without a shred of mercy.
Meanwhile, Daniel, the man everyone once sneered at, returned home in glory and became the hottest rising name in the business world.
And somehow, he ended up becoming my boss.
I wanted nothing to do with him, yet he kept closing in on me, cornering me with sarcasm sharp enough to draw blood.
Then one day, Daniel caught me on a date with another man.
His eyes reddened instantly as he pinned me against the wall.
"Claire... are you abandoning me again?"
......
Daniel had me pinned against the window, one hand gripping my waist as his teeth brushed against my earlobe.
Whenever we made love, he always liked forcing me to tilt my head up and look at him.
"Weren't you the one who said you'd leave with me?" he murmured against my ear. "Then who are these tears for now?"
His kisses left my legs weak. My fingers instinctively clutched at his shirt as even my breathing fell apart.
And then, right at that moment, my phone rang.
My eyes flew open, my chest rising sharply.
The moment the call connected, a calm, professional voice came through.
"Is this Ms. Claire Parker speaking? This is City General Hospital. We're very sorry to inform you that your husband, Ryan Cooper, passed away despite emergency treatment. Please come to the hospital as soon as possible to handle the necessary arrangements."
My hand froze, and I nearly dropped my phone.
Something lodged itself in my throat. After several long seconds, I finally managed to whisper, "What?"
It took me several more seconds to remember that I even had a "husband."
Half an hour later, I stood outside Cooper Mansion.
The mansion was shrouded in mourning. Guests dressed in black moved quietly through the halls, and funeral flowers filled the entrance foyer.
Ryan was really dead?
The second I stepped inside, every person chatting in the living room turned to look at me.
A cup came flying at my face the very next second.
My mother-in-law. Patricia Cooper's shrill voice pierced through the room. "You cursed little witch! You brought death into this family!"
The cup shattered at my feet, porcelain fragments scattering everywhere.
She stormed toward me, jabbing a finger so close it nearly hit my face. "You've been married into this family for five years and couldn't even give Ryan a child! Now that he's gone, what are you even doing back here?"
The others immediately joined in, their voices growing louder and harsher one after another.
I stared at Ryan's black-and-white memorial portrait and felt nothing but irony.
While Ryan had still been alive, the Cooper family had at least bothered to maintain the illusion of decency. Now that he was dead, even that thin layer had collapsed completely.
Just then, Patricia lifted a hand, and her assistant placed a document in front of me.
"Sign it." Her tone was casual, almost indifferent. "You'll be giving up all inheritance rights."
I glanced over the papers but didn't move.
"Of course, you can refuse." She sounded fully prepared for this. "Ryan's medical bills from the past few months, his hospital expenses, and several unresolved financial issues under his name will all become your responsibility."
So that was their game.
They thought they were forcing me into a choice. But to me, there had never been a choice at all.
I had never intended to take anything from the Cooper family in the first place. There had never been love between Ryan and me, and now that this marriage had finally come to an end, all I felt was relief.
I picked up the pen and signed my name on the last page without bothering to look at the agreement again.
"You don't need to threaten me." I slid the papers back across the table, my voice perfectly calm. "I never wanted any of it anyway."
Patricia's expression faltered for a brief second.
"From this moment on, the Cooper family and I owe each other nothing."
After saying that, I didn't spare anyone another glance before turning and walking straight out.
Over the next few days, the Cooper family quickly finished handling Ryan's funeral. I only showed up when absolutely necessary. The rest of the time, I stayed busy packing up my belongings.
By the time I returned to the office, everything seemed exactly the same as before.
"You're back?" My colleague, Lily Wilson, looked visibly relieved when she saw me. "Perfect timing. There's a file that needs to go to the CEO's office, but I'm stuck here. Could you take it for me?"
Carrying the documents, I walked to the CEO's office and knocked on the door.
"Come in." A low male voice came from inside.
I pushed the door open and stepped inside.
The next second, my entire body froze.
The man sitting behind the desk looked cold and distant. His features were sharper than I remembered, harder somehow, and far more unfamiliar.
Even so, I recognized him instantly.
Daniel.
The man who had promised to run away with me five years ago... and never showed up.
My fingers stayed clenched around the doorknob, so tight that my knuckles turned ashen. For a moment, I forgot to let go.
Behind the desk, Daniel slowly lifted his head.
The instant our eyes met, he visibly paused.
I looked away almost instinctively and walked over to place the documents on his desk.
"These are the documents that need your signature, Mr. Carter."
He didn't reach for them. Instead, his gaze dropped to my hand and stayed there.
Following his line of sight, I finally realized I was still wearing my wedding ring.
The past few days had been such a mess that I'd completely forgotten to take it off.
After a long silence, he finally spoke. "Leave it there."
He leaned back in his chair, yet his eyes never once left me.
I gave a quiet acknowledgment and placed the file in front of him.
He opened it, flipped through two pages casually, then let out a cold laugh before tossing the file back toward me.
"The data's a mess, the logic's all over the place, and you still thought this was good enough to bring to me for approval?"
I had checked that file carefully myself. There was no way it contained mistakes.
It was obvious he was making things difficult on purpose.
"Mr. Carter, we've already double-checked everything in this file..."
Before I could finish, Daniel cut me off and looked up at me coldly.
"Ms. Parker, is this really your attitude toward work?"
The pressure coming off him was suffocating. I took a slow breath and forced down the irritation rising in my chest.
"I'll revise it again."
With that, I picked up the documents and turned to leave.
I had barely reached the door when Daniel's mocking voice came from behind me. "Wasn't the Cooper family filthy rich? What, they still need you out here working for a paycheck?"
My breath caught sharply, bitterness and pain crashing into my chest at once.
What the hell was that supposed to mean?
Five years ago, he was the one who broke our promise and disappeared with another woman, leaving me waiting at the station like a complete joke all night long. And in the end, I was forced to marry the dying heir of the Cooper family.
For five entire years, I'd been trapped in a marriage without love, without warmth, without even the illusion of happiness.
All the humiliation, disappointment, and resentment had been swallowed by me alone.
And now he stood in front of me acting like the abandoned victim, mocking me for being materialistic?
In that instant, every ounce of grievance I'd buried over the past five years surged violently to the surface.
Why?
I was the one who'd been abandoned. I was the one who deserved to hate him.
A sharp sting shot through my palm. Only then did I realize my nails had dug deep enough to break the skin.
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From Widow to His World: Claimed by the CEO of Contents
Chapter 1 Ch. 1Chapter 2 Ch. 2Chapter 3 Ch. 3Chapter 4 Ch. 4Chapter 5 Ch. 5Chapter 6 Ch. 6Chapter 7 Ch. 7
Chapter 8 Ch. 8
Chapter 9 Ch. 9
Chapter 10 Ch. 10
Chapter 11 Ch. 11
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When Lila Sinclair's mother is sentenced to life in prison, her world collapses overnight. With nowhere else to go, she is taken in by Sebastian Blackwood, her mother's former lover. A powerful, reserved man who agrees to shelter her under strict conditions.
Lila is placed in his household... and into a life she never asked for, sharing a roof with two stepbrothers who change everything.
Damien is danger wrapped in charm...intense, controlling, and impossible to ignore. Ethan, on the other hand, is steady, kind, and grounding...the only place she feels safe when everything else feels like it's slipping away.
But Lila's situation comes with a hidden clause: her stay in the country is temporary. Within 365 days, her legal protection expires. To remain, she must marry one of the Blackwood heirs.
One house. Two brothers. Twelve months of blurred lines, buried secrets, and emotions she was never meant to feel.
As desire clashes with safety and passion wars with peace, Lila is forced into a choice that could secure her future...or destroy it completely.

7.9
For years, Elara Park endured being called "half-breed" and "weak blood" at pack meetings. Because she was a hybrid wolf, she trusted Zack Blackwood's sweet promises.
Then he rejected their fated mate bond moments after claiming her body.
Before she could even breathe through the soul-crushing agony, the news was already celebrating his engagement to her vindictive stepsister, Selina. The headlines gushed about their "perfect pureblooded union."
Her mother's call came like a final blow: "Elara, you're twenty-three now. It's time you contributed to the family."
Marry the worthless second son of a prominent Alpha family or lose her father's empire forever. They had her trapped, ready to steal her birthright and leave her powerless.
But as the heartbreak bled out, ice-cold determination took its place.
Elara went to the arranged meeting at the city's most exclusive club, determined to turn her mother's matchmaking scheme to her advantage. She would agree to marriage-but on her own terms.
When she found who she believed was Damian Sterling in the private suite, she cut straight to business: a contract marriage with clear boundaries, separate lives, and a guaranteed escape route.
What she didn't know? The devastatingly dangerous man who'd just signed her contract with a predator's smile wasn't the pathetic playboy she expected.
He was Dominic Wolfe-the Alpha King who'd been relentlessly hunting her for years.
And now, she'd just signed herself over to him completely.

9.3
I woke up in a freezing, desolate wasteland, my body weak and covered in sores. A mechanical voice in my head informed me that I was a defective rabbit-mutant, and if I didn't conceive within twenty-four hours, I would die permanently.
The terror was suffocating, but the system left me no choice. To survive the brutal cold and the decay of my own heartbeat, I had to force a pregnancy with a stranger.
I stumbled through the snow, my fingers turning blue, until I found a massive, wounded Arctic Fox-mutant in a dark cave. He was a Tier-9 predator, dying and radiating the exact heat I needed to stay alive. I threw away my dignity, crawling into his fur to merge our energies, desperate to trigger the life-reset protocol before my time ran out.
I felt like a monster, forcing myself onto a man who didn't even know I existed, just to keep my own heart beating. How could I ever face him if he woke up? Why did I have to be the one to pay the price for this twisted, mechanical ultimatum?
The fusion was a success, but when I woke up the next morning, the apex predator had me pinned under his massive claws, his fangs inches from my throat. I didn't beg for mercy. I stared into his feral, ice-blue eyes and made a deal that would change everything: I would be his anchor, and he would be my protector. But then I dropped the final, terrifying truth: I was pregnant, and he was the only one who could save us.

9.2
She loved him until she lost herself.
Now, behind locked doors and shattered glass, she must learn to breathe again.
When she first met Lloyd, he was magnetic and intoxicating. The kind of man who turned every head when he entered a room, who spoke in promises sweet enough to taste. With him, she felt chosen, cherished, and safe.
But safety was an illusion, and love became a weapon.
And slowly, piece by piece, he dismantled her until nothing of the woman she once was remained.
Now institutionalized after a breakdown, she begins to piece together the brutal truth of what really happened in the shadows of their love story. Memories sting like open wounds: the manipulation disguised as tenderness, the apologies that blurred into threats, the desperate hope that tomorrow he'd be the man she fell for again.
Yet beneath the grief and the shame, a quiet rebellion stirs, a vow to reclaim her voice, her freedom, and her life. Because this is not just a story of how she fell apart. It is a story of how she rises.
Haunting, raw, and achingly intimate, Boys like him peels back the glittering mask of a toxic love affair to reveal the kind of darkness that hides in plain sight, and the unbreakable strength it takes to escape it.

7.5
For five years, I was locked away in the freezing royal dungeon, starved and used as a bloody plaything by the kingdom's sadistic Cabinet Minister, Brandt Fischer.
He tortured me daily for one twisted reason: I simply looked like someone else.
When he visited my cell to casually announce my father's execution and drag a silver dagger across my neck, he expected me to beg.
Instead, I laughed, sank my teeth directly into his carotid artery, and was violently thrown against a jagged stone wall to my death.
As my skull cracked and my blood stained the moss, I thought about my so-called family. The moment Brandt had demanded me, my father, the Duke, handed me over without a single hesitation to save his own political career.
I was nothing but a disposable pawn, left to rot in the dark while the monsters who ruined my life thrived.
I died suffocating on my own blood and absolute, destructive vengeance.
Then, I opened my eyes.
I was lying in my silk-sheeted bed, reborn as my fifteen-year-old self.
Today was the exact day Lord Daryl Langley, the God of War, would be ambushed and crippled—the event that allowed Brandt to seize ultimate power.
I immediately stole a horse, rode to the palace gates, and threw myself directly in front of Daryl's moving carriage.
"I just didn't want to see a hero die like a slaughtered pig."
I didn't care if I had to shatter my own ankle to hijack his convoy. This time, I was going to save the general, and he would become the blade I use to slaughter them all.

8.5
Novel Notes
8.5
Years ago, when I was very small, we lived in a great house in a long, straight, brown-coloured street, in the east end of London. It was a noisy, crowded street in the daytime; but a silent, lonesome street at night, when the gas-lights, few and far between, partook of the character of lighthouses rather than of illuminants, and the tramp, tramp of the policeman on his long beat seemed to be ever drawing nearer, or fading away, except for brief moments when the footsteps ceased, as he paused to rattle a door or window, or to flash his lantern into some dark passage leading down towards the river.






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