Elise Martini was a walking scandal in six-inch heels. Dripping in designer, fueled by champagne, and flipping off tradition with a smirk that could set a palace on fire. They called her The Tabloid Princess, Europe's favorite disaster. The heiress who crashed supercars for fun, got into catfights at art auctions, and once threw her $50,000 clutch at a prince on live television. A spoiled brat. A rebellious storm. The Martini family's greatest shame and most dangerous weapon-depending on who you asked. And she liked it that way. Rules? She broke them. Expectations? She set them on fire. And marriage? Oh, please. Elise didn't even commit to brunch plans. Then came Michael. Fing. Jackson. He was a cold-blooded corporate killer wrapped in Tom Ford and pure sin. Sinfully attractive. Unreachable. Untouchable. With a reputation darker than his suits and eyes sharp enough to slice egos in half. He didn't date. He devoured. He built an empire by destroying anyone who dared stand in his way. Competitors? Wiped out. Allies? Used and discarded. He made billionaires cry and sleep with their nightlights on. Love? NEVER! Michael had women lining up, and he forgot their names before the sheets cooled. So what happens when that man is forced to marry this woman? A deal sealed decades ago by two power-hungry grandparents desperate to merge the Martini and Jackson dynasties into an unstoppable empire. A marriage. For legacy. For business. For control. One problem? Elise doesn't want to be owned. And Michael doesn't share his crown. Now Europe's wildest heiress is being shoved into a manor with the world's most ruthless billionaire. No escape. No exit clause. No mercy. Two hurricanes. One manor. And absolutely no rules. Let the chaos begin.

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For years, Felicity Spencer loved her husband more than herself. She tolerated his indifference. She endured his emotional distance. She even accepted that a part of his heart still belonged to another woman. Because she believed one thing: If she loved him enough... one day he would love her back. But that illusion shattered the night she lost their child. Locked alone. Bleeding. Begging for help. While her husband stayed beside his first love. After that night, Felicity changed. She stopped crying. Stopped asking. Stopped needing. And that was when Michael Jackson began to feel something he had never felt before: Fear. Because the woman who once chased him with desperate devotion... was quietly walking away. And by the time he realized he loved her - It was already too late.

Michael Jackson didn't love. He owned. He didn't ask. He commanded. He didn't break hearts. He broke people. Heir to a bloodline that devoured industries and swallowed nations whole, Michael didn't inherit wealth, he inherited dominion. Casinos. Airlines. Networks. Malls. Banks. You didn't rise without kneeling to a Jackson. And no one knelt deeper than the women in his bed. He wasn't a man. He was a storm in a suit. No affection. No mercy. No limits. His world was built on silence, bruises, and obedience. And when he was done with you? You disappeared. Then came her. Ruby. The daughter of the woman who once slept with his father and almost burned their empire to the ground. Now she stood before him--broke, alone, drowning in debts she couldn't pay. He should've walked away. But cruelty always had a price. And hers was submission. One year. No limits. No safeword. No freedom. He would erase her debts. Rebuild her failed legacy. But in return--she would surrender everything. Her body. Her will. Her pride. She said yes. And when he discovered she was untouched, innocent in every way? It didn't soften him. It challenged him. Because now, he wouldn't just own her. He'd destroy her. And she'd beg for more.

​"Enjoy the lesson while it lasts, Michael," she whispered into the dark, her voice devoid of fear. "Because the test is about to get a lot harder." - Susie Moore

One contract. Six months. And one impossible arrangement. When you're chosen to become Michael Jackson's fake girlfriend, it sounds simple enough. Smile for the cameras. Play your part. Don't get attached. Unfortunately, nobody ever told you how impossible that last rule would be.

౨ৎ ─────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────── ౨ৎ Aria Vale had one rule. Never let Hollywood see you cry. It worked for a while. The magazines called her the "Ice Queen," men called her difficult, and everyone who didn't know her decided she was a bitch before she even opened her mouth. Then came Michael Jackson. Not in person. Not at first. Just his name on a tour proposal, his face on billboards, and one line on a fax that pissed her off far more than it should have: "Mr. Jackson has personally approved Miss Vale for the European leg." So Aria says yes. Not because she likes him. And definitely not because she forgives him. But if Michael Jackson thinks he can turn her into a footnote in his comeback story, he's about to learn very quickly that Aria Vale was never made to stand behind anyone. ౨ৎ ─────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────── ౨ৎ 𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟐 ⋆｡‧˚ʚ♡ɞ˚‧｡⋆ 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐄𝐫𝐚

[Psychological Thriller/Romance/Dark Fiction] Susie Moore has always been the "black sheep" in her family of math prodigies. No matter how hard she tries, the numbers just don't add up, until Mr. Black enters the picture. But her new professor teaches more than just formulas.. He introduces her to a world of danger and hidden desires. With her senior year on the line, Susie is about to learn that some problems don't have a simple solution.

Book #1 of The Last Encore Series. Thalia Rahman preferred history to people. Working quietly in the archives beneath a London museum was predictable, organised, and safe-exactly how she liked her life. Then one night she finds a man in the restricted storage room. A man who looks exactly like Michael Jackson. Not an impersonator. Not a conspiracy theorist. The real Michael Jackson. Alive, terrified, and with almost no memory of what happened after 2009. At first, Thalia is convinced she's losing her mind. But when strange files begin disappearing from the archives, anonymous phone calls start following her home, and evidence surfaces linking her late brother to a secret project known only as Encore, she realises something far bigger is happening. Now Thalia, Michael, her chaotic roommate Lily, an eccentric tech archivist named Josh, and an increasingly stressed Chris Tucker are thrown into a dangerous search for the truth. One involving hidden facilities, stolen records, archive break in, fake identities, and a conspiracy powerful enough to erase people completely. The problem? None of them are remotely qualified for any of this. Especially not Michael, who keeps accidentally using his real name during undercover missions. Funny, emotional, mysterious, and occasionally unhinged, this story explores grief, friendship, found family, and what it means to finally be seen as a person instead of an icon. And somewhere beneath all the chaos lies one impossible question: What if the world's most famous ghost came back after all?

@-cleosthriller | 𝗮 𝗺𝗶𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗲𝗹 𝗷𝗮𝗰𝗸𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝗳𝗮𝗻𝗳𝗶𝗰 FINE PRINT Francine Fine thought getting fired was the worst thing that could happen to her. She was wrong. After losing her job as a personal stylist in Flushing, Queens, her best friend talks her into applying for a live-in nanny position for a wealthy Manhattan family. She expects a spoiled kid, an impossible boss, and a paycheck that keeps her mother from reminding her she's still unmarried. What she doesn't expect is Michael Jackson answering the door. Now living in the Upper East Side townhouse of the King of Pop, Fran finds herself raising Prince, Paris, and Blanket, surviving celebrity drop-ins, dodging relentless tabloids, trading insults with Michael's business partner, and somehow becoming the one person who can make the quietest man in the room laugh the loudest. Michael keeps calling her Ms. Fine and she keeps calling him Mr. Jackson. Five years, countless almosts, and one house full of people who see it before they do. Some stories are written in bold but the best ones are hidden in the fine print. This story is based of "The Nanny" - 90s sitcom. VOTE AND COMMENT ( it's free! )