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 His Forbidden Obsession *A Novella* --- Chapter One: The New Assistant Elena Cruz had read the employee handbook of Castellan Media twice before her first day, and neither reading had prepared her for the man standing at the head of the boardroom table, dismantling a junior executive's pitch with the kind of surgical precision that made the whole room go quiet. "You're late," Damian Castellan said, without looking up, when she slipped into the seat marked *Executive Assistant*. "Three minutes. The elevator stalled on the ninth floor." "I don't care for excuses." Finally, he looked at her — a long, assessing look that made her feel catalogued rather than seen. "I care for results. If you can't manage a building's elevator, I'm not confident you'll manage my calendar." "I can manage both," Elena said, meeting his eyes without flinching, though her pulse was doing something complicated. "Try me." Some...

 Married to My Enemy *A Novella* --- Chapter One: The Merger Zara Khan hated exactly one man in the world with any real conviction, and he was standing across the boardroom table from her, looking like the announcement that was about to ruin her life was mildly inconveniencing his schedule. "Absolutely not," she said, before her father had even finished the sentence. "Zara." Her father's voice carried the particular exhaustion of a man who had spent thirty years building a textile empire and was now watching it get folded into a truce with the one family he'd always sworn was the enemy. "Khan Textiles and Malik Industries have been fighting over the same contracts, the same land, the same suppliers for two decades. This merger ends it. Permanently." "By marrying me off?" Zara's eyes cut to Farhan Malik, who hadn't said a single word since the meeting started, arms crossed, jaw set like a man doing complex math he already knew the ...

 The Billionaire's Fake Wife *A Novella* --- Chapter One: The Proposal Maya Rehman had exactly four hundred and thirty rupees left in her wallet and eleven days left before her mother's next round of dialysis was due. She did the math the way she always did now — subtracting, dividing, praying the numbers would somehow rearrange themselves into something that worked. They never did. She was standing outside Voss Tower with a folder of job applications she knew, deep down, she wouldn't even get to submit, when a black car pulled up beside her so smoothly it barely made a sound. "Miss Rehman?" The voice belonged to a woman in a charcoal suit, holding a tablet like it was a weapon. Maya blinked. "Do I know you?" "No. But my employer would like five minutes of your time. He's willing to pay for it — whether or not you say yes to what he's about to offer." That was how Maya found herself, twenty minutes later, sitting across a glass desk fro...