5:30 AM. Breakfast. Lunch packed. Laundry. Dishes. Designs for women who get to leave the house. Dinner by six. Every. Single. Day. Liora Bennett used to be a name in fashion. Now she's a routine, one her wife built for her, brick by brick, disguised as love. Victoria Hale doesn't hit her. Victoria just needs to know where she is. Who's looking at her. Why she'd ever want to leave a house this beautiful, a life this provided for. Liora tells herself it's fine. She defends her wife even when no one's asking her to. Even after the night she almost lost their baby alone bleeding, terrified, driving herself to the hospital while Victoria slept two doors down and didn't wake up. She's still telling herself it's fine. Until Victoria's boss sees her across a crowded mall. Valentina Ashcroft doesn't smile. Doesn't laugh. Runs half the city and buries the other half when they get in her way. Nobody's ever seen her soften for anything. Until now. Liora built her whole life around staying small enough not to be noticed. She's about to find out what happens when the most dangerous woman in the city notices her anyway. Some cages are made of silk. They're still cages.

CeoxAssistant|gxg|slowburn|15 years age gap He leaned over her desk for fourteen minutes. Amalia didn't remember his name by the time Nadia was done with her. "What's his name?" "I don't knowww" Amalia whined. "Good girl." She wiped the smudged lipstick from Amalia's mouth with her thumb like a statement. Then walked the entire length of the office, poured water, walked back. Set it down. Amalia looked at it. Looked at Nadia. Raised both shoulders toward her ears and turned her face away. "You're being ridiculous, Amalia." But Amalia didn't budge. Nadia picked her up. Sat back down with Amalia settled against her, tipped the glass to her lips, kissed her once between every sip. Unhurried. Like this was completely reasonable. It was the most spoiled thing Amalia had ever allowed. She allowed all of it. "More." she said when the glass was empty. "Brat." "Your brat." Nadia didn't answer. She didn't have to. She just went to get more water. Amalia Peters. 20. Never carried her own bag. Never pumped her own gas. Never eaten a meal that wasn't placed in front of her like an offering. Beautiful. Brilliant. Completely aware of both. Then June took her parents and left her in a house so quiet she talked to empty chairs. She got a job not because she needed money because the silence was unbearable. She pouted through the entire interview. Got hired anyway. Nadia Crane. 35. Looks 25. Stopped being flattered by that around thirty. On paper - CEO. Empire builder. Never raises her voice. Off paper - cargo that moves at night. Contracts nobody signs twice. A stillness that has ended careers, companies, and at least three men's entire futures. She runs several companies. Only some are legal. She watched Amalia Peters sigh at a waiting room chair like it had wronged her ancestors. And hired her on the spot. Her parents spoiled her. Her boss ruined her beyond repair. #1 in spoiled. #1 in intersex. #1 in gl. #1 in lesbianlgbt #1 in sapphic

Alessandra Moretti is not a woman people refuse. She controls Milan like a chessboard. Politicians lower their voices around her. Billion-dollar deals rise or collapse depending on a single message from her phone. She does not chase. She does not wait. And she has never been powerless. Well. Until Noor Malik. Noor is everything Alessandra is not. Soft. Gentle. Obedient. A brilliant embryologist who can create life under a microscope... yet still lowers her eyes when her parents speak. Noor does not rebel. She does not argue. She loves her parents too much to ever disobey them. Which means Alessandra cannot touch them. Not their house. Not their pride. Not the traditions that are slowly suffocating the woman she loves. Because Noor would never forgive her. And Alessandra would rather bring nations to their knees than see tears in Noor's eyes. So the most dangerous woman in Europe does something unimaginable. She waits. She drives Noor to work every morning in a Bentley worth more than the Malik house. She buys her banana ice cream like a lovesick fool. She kisses her slowly in the privacy of a car because that's the only place Noor is allowed to belong to her. But obedience has a cost. And Noor's parents are already planning the one thing Alessandra cannot allow. A husband. They believe tradition will save their daughter. They have no idea what they're provoking. Because Alessandra Moretti does not steal what she wants. She expands. And when the woman who keeps the devil calm is taken away... Cities don't just burn. They kneel. #1 in older women- 4th May.

Valeria didn't rush. She never did. Inez was pinned beneath her, wrist locked overhead, the hold precise and impersonal. Not pain. Control. Inez scoffed anyway. "That's it?" she sneered. "I've had tutors scarier than you." Valeria said nothing. The silence pressed in. "You don't scare me," Inez added, louder. Brattier. "You just-" "Enough." One word. Flat. Final. Valeria lifted Inez's chin with two fingers, detached as a correction. "Look at me," she said coolly. "If you're going to embarrass yourself, do it properly." Inez laughed, brittle. "You think this makes you powerful?" "I don't think," Valeria replied. "I decide." Her gaze never wavered. "You provoke because it's the last control you have." "I don't belong to you," Inez snapped. Valeria leaned in, voice razor-thin. "You are my wife. You belong to consequences." She released her grip. "Say it." "No." Valeria waited. The quiet broke Inez, she hated being ignored. "...I'll behave, I'll be a good girl" Inez muttered. "Specify." Inez swallowed hard. "...I'll be your good girl" Valeria stepped back, already distant. "Good," she said. "Remember why." #1 older women-13th February (FAST PACE BOOK)

Vivian Vox has never believed in coincidence. At thirty-two, she has everything power, wealth, influence. People move when she speaks. Doors open before she reaches them. Control has always come easily. Then she meets Skylar Grey. Ten years younger, stubborn, sharp-tongued, and completely unimpressed by her, Skylar is everything Vivian isn't prepared for. What begins as an impossible attraction becomes something far more dangerous: love. The kind that consumes. The kind that changes people. The kind that hurts. Now married, they're building a life together but love isn't always enough. Secrets, fear, family expectations, and impossible choices threaten to pull them apart. Because Skylar Grey has never stopped fighting. And Vivian Vox has never learned how to let go. In the end, the question isn't whether they love each other. It's whether love will be enough to survive everything they've become.

"She became everything the world ever wanted and I became someone who had to learn how to live without her." ────────────────────────────────────── This story is WLW || Intersex ────────────────────────────────────── TW | This story includes: •Abuse •PTSD •Slurs •Alcohol, Smoking, Drugs •Language •Detailed Sexual Content

After eleven years together and seven years of marriage, Charlotte Austin believed her life was built on something permanent. Routine. Devotion. The quiet certainty of shared breath beneath the same roof. At thirty-one, the renowned photographer thought she understood how marriages survived. She believed stability came from endurance, from learning how to hold the fragile structure of a life together. She was wrong. When her wife, Engfa Waraha-a thirty-four-year-old trauma surgeon-begins to change, the shift is so subtle Charlotte cannot name it at first. There is no argument. No confession. No moment where something clearly breaks. Just distance. Conversations shorten. Glances become unreadable. The warmth that once defined their home recedes into a silence that grows heavier with every passing day. Engfa offers no explanation. And Charlotte, who has built a career capturing the delicate moment before something collapses, finds herself standing inside one she cannot understand. Because the most unsettling fractures are not the ones that shatter loudly. They are the ones that form quietly-between unfinished sentences, avoided questions, and the slow realization that the person beside you may already be somewhere else. As doubt settles into the spaces their love once occupied, Charlotte begins to question everything she thought she knew about loyalty, trust, and the quiet promises people make when they believe a life together is permanent. What she does not yet realize is that some truths in a marriage do not arrive as revelations. They exist long before anyone is willing to admit them. And sometimes the real damage is not what one person hides, but what the other refuses to see. ⚠️ Content Warning: This story contains GP/Intersex themes, a slow-burn storyline, heavy angst, and infidelity. Please feel free to skip it if you're not comfortable with these themes.

Katherine Baldwin-Crawford has always been confident. On the soccer field, she's a force. In the halls, she's effortlessly charming. But when it comes to love? That's the one game she can't seem to win. For years, she's been hopelessly in love with her best friend, Sophie. No one knows she's intersex, except for her family and Sophie. Valerie Winters has never had time for high school drama. As head cheerleader and student body, she's always been composed, polished, and in control. But with her parents pressuring her into a relationship she has no interest in, she needs a way out. A deal is struck. Katherine to distract herself from sophie, Valerie to get her parents off her back. It's perfect. Simple. No strings attached. What if the perfect play was never the one she planned? Book was at 1 million reads but got deleted by wattpad