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A Rose for Damien

"Till death do us part." ****** On the day of her wedding, Rose's world is shattered, when her groom and best friend are gunned down before her eyes. Barely escaping with her life, thanks to her fiancé’s loyal bodyguards, Rose vanishes from the city, broken and grieving. When she returns three years later, she makes a choice. No more lavish mansions, no more family fortune. No last name either, and nothing to lose. Just a quiet life far from the ghosts of her past. Working as a waitress in an elite club, she keeps her head down. Until one night, she spills a drink on the wrong man. Damien Pierce is the ruthless CEO of Pierce Group by day, and the feared king of the underworld by night. Emotions are a weakness he had never let loose… until a defiant waitress with wine-stained hands and flames in her eyes turns his world upside down. She dares to spill a drink on him. She dares to talk back. And worst of all, she makes him feel. Intrigued, but feigns anger, Damien makes her his personal waitress. And each night, he comes back. Not for the drink, but for the storm in her eyes. And still yet, never letting her get too close... until another man boldly kneels before her, asking her to be his. That's when Damien breaks his own rules. In one reckless moment, he drags her out of the bar, claiming what he’s tried so hard to deny. She was never meant to be his. But now that she has caught his attention… He won’t let her go. The following morning, Rose is holding her marriage certificate in her hands, wondering how she had gotten herself in such a situation. She doesn't remember saying yes but the name 'Damien Pierce' and 'Rose'... 'Rose Pierce!' are a proof she's now someone's wife. ***** “You think you can walk away?” His voice was a dangerous whisper, close enough to burn. “Walking is too slow, I'll run... away from your madness.” She met his gaze, steady, but her heart was a hurricane. “You don’t get to decide.” He stepped in, stealing the space between them. “Not anymore.” Her breath hitched. “Then what... are you going to claim me? Like some prize?” He laughed darkly, maniacally and threateningly. “No. I’m going to make you want me. Make you need me. Until you can’t remember why you ever tried to leave.” Her hands trembled, but she didn’t pull away. “And if I fight?” His eyes blazed. “Then I’ll break you. Piece by piece. Because you belong to me.” She swallowed the fire threatening to spill out. “I’m not yours.” “Not yet.” His lips brushed her ear. “But soon enough, you will be.” ****** Rose: "I ran from death. And he gave me a new name–his." Damien: "She was never mine to take. So I claimed her by force."
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A Husband For The NANNY

“Congratulations, you have been hired as the personal assistant…” “Really!” Grace exclaimed even before Jace Brandon, the CEO of Brandon Corporations could finish his statement. The growing sparkle in Grace’s eyes did not escape the keen sight of Jace. “To my son,” he completed. “Yes, I’m very much delighted to take up the position of the personal assistant to … your what?!” Grace’s eyes almost popped out of their socket as she completed “son?” listlessly. “You heard me right,” Jace replied coldly as he stared at Grace. “Is that not the same as being employed as your child’s nanny?” Grace asked doubtfully. “If you want to put it that way, yes.” Jace replied nonchalantly. “In other words…” Grace began. “You are officially my son’s nanny, if you accept the offer,” Jace Brandon completed. “If there is nothing else, this interview is officially over.” ********* Grace Fowler, who had always dreamt of becoming a top designer in the biggest designing firm in the country was blacklisted for exposing sensitive company information due to a set up by the ones she trusted the most— her boyfriend and her kid sister. Shattered and battered, she set out for greener pastures in an unknown land and ended up being hired as a nanny to the son of Jace Brandon, the wealthiest billionaire in San Francisco. But the scariest thing was when her job description was gradually amended to not only taking care of the five year old autistic son of the CEO but the widowed CEO himself. What does the future hold for her when suddenly, everything around her begins to change and her past comes calling again with the sudden appearance of her boss’s late wife. Will Grace be able to let go of her past and embrace the joy of fighting for the heart of the man her heart yearns for, or settle for happiness in the arms of Trent, her boss’s cousin, who literally adores the ground Grace walks on?
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