To be chosen is when someone sees you fully your quiet, your flaws, your strength and still decides, on purpose, to pick you. Not because they have to. Not because you chased. But because something in them recognized something in you.

|| Chris Brown || Trinity has never been to the hood or even imagined what the hood would be like. That's until her and her father moved out to New York from the luxurious California. There, she meets a group of urban kids where she experiences crime, death, and violence. What's really hood.

A wife. A rising star. Fifteen years between them-and one secret that could destroy everything. Avery Monroe is married to one of the most powerful men in the music industry. She lives in luxury but feels like a prisoner in her own life-until the night her husband brings home a 21-year-old artist he's mentoring: Chris Brown. He's quiet, polite and careful. But behind those eyes is something dangerous. And when their chemistry ignites, Avery finds herself slipping into a secret affair with the one person she should never touch. What starts as curiosity turns into control. And soon, she's breaking every rule and crossing every boundary. But in a world where image is everything, and powerful men don't take betrayal lightly... falling in love might be the most reckless move she's ever made.

Des•per•ate : feeling, showing, or involving a hopeless sense that a situation is so bad as to be impossible to deal with. "How can you love a man who doesn't belong to you?"

They tried to turn my house into a crime scene. Tried to turn my name into a headline. Tried to turn my wife into collateral damage. Tommy built the system that hunted me. Mia died protecting my kids. And Chloe turned blood into a weapon. I survived all of it. This is the part nobody tells you about - what comes after the funerals, after the jail cells, after the guns stop smoking. I got my family back in my arms... but I had to lose pieces of myself to do it. This book is about grief with money on it. Love with scars on it. Fatherhood with enemies attached to it. This is where legacy gets written. Not in boardrooms. But in who you come home to.

They say money change you. It don't. It just show you who you already was. I built an empire. Black Pyramid went global. Billionaire status, international deals, respect in rooms I used to only see on TV. I got power, influence, control... and still lost the one thing that ever really mattered to me. My family. Summer not my wife anymore. She my assistant now. My business partner. The woman I still love. The woman I hurt the most. Seeing her every day is a blessing and a punishment. I get to breathe the same air as her, hear her voice, watch her walk past my office like she never once belonged to me. I gotta sit with the fact that I broke us. I don't get to rush healing. I don't get to demand forgiveness. I gotta earn it. Our kids watching everything. They feel the tension. They feel the love that still there. They feel the distance too. And they deserve better than a father who chose ego over peace. This time, I ain't choosing money over family. I already seen how that end. Black Pyramid getting bigger, and with that come more danger, more snakes, more threats to everything I built. Business ain't just business no more. It's war. And one wrong move could take me away from my kids forever. So now I gotta decide who I really am. A man who hides behind success... or a father who stands in his truth. A husband who made mistakes... or a man strong enough to change. Family Over ain't about perfection. It's about redemption. It's about showing up when it's hard. It's about loving without control. Protecting without ego. Choosing home even when your pride telling you to run. I chose money before. I paid for it. This time... It's Family Over everything.

𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝, 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮...𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐝𝐨... "𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐚 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞," The sequel to Ace of Spades

Jasmine has something more than a crush on her math teacher? Will she ever confess it? Or will Mr.Brown figure it out for himself?

Sasha Low wasn't famous. She wasn't an influencer, a model, or someone with a massive following. Just a regular girl posting selfies, outfit pics, and the occasional motivational quote. But somehow, she caught the attention of one of the biggest celebrities in the world-Chris Brown. It started with a like. One single like on a random picture, buried deep in her profile, too far back for anyone to stumble upon by accident. Sasha thought it was odd but shrugged it off. Maybe it was a fan page. Maybe it was a glitch. Then came the follows. His official account. Burner pages-anonymous profiles with no pictures, but something about them screamed him. The comments on her posts, the DMs, the song lyrics he sent that felt too personal, too intimate. At first, she thought it was some weird coincidence. A joke. But when she posted about attending a local event and saw a blacked-out SUV parked near the entrance, reality struck. Chris Brown wasn't just a fan of her Instagram. He was watching her. And he wasn't about to let her go.

Christopher Maurice Brown had everything: money, intellect, legacy. As first heir to the infamous Brown dynasty, power wasn't something he earned, it was his birthright. A master manipulator with a gift for reading people like books, he didn't just succeed in business-he dominated it. But behind every deal, every smile, every carefully curated façade, there was only one thought that truly consumed him: his wife Mea. She was never just a lover. She was the obsession. His axis. His mirror. At first, she adored him, drawn in by his brilliance and charm. But affection turned to suspicion, and suspicion turned to horror as she unraveled the truth: a labyrinth of lies, surveillance, and a string of sidechicks and homewreckers. She tried to leave. He didn't let her. He followed her. Called at 3:00 a.m. Left gifts in locked apartments. Whispered her name through the walls. He called it love. The police called it predatory psychosis. And when the line finally snapped, it was Mea herself, armed with his own psychological tricks, who testified against him in court and had him committed to a high-security psychiatric asylum. Everyone thought that was the end of him. They were wrong. He escaped. Two months later, Mea lives in a new city under a new identity, Victoria Rosewood, her past buried, her trauma stitched together with therapy and distance. But he never stopped watching. Never stopped planning. Never stopped loving her in the way only a man obsessed can. Now he's back. And this time, it's not about getting her back. It's about making her feel everything he felt. The betrayal. The rejection. The humiliation. He doesn't want her love-he wants her shattered. Isolated. Hollowed out. A shell, just like he became without her. In his twisted world, this isn't revenge. It's balance. Because in Chris's mind, she didn't leave-she dismantled him. And in the Brown dynasty, ruin isn't mourned. It's repaid. In full. And without mercy.