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Hired By My Worst Mistake

TeelDah
Kaia thought the worst part of her life ended in high school—she was wrong. Dragged into her mother’s fourth whirlwind marriage, Kaia is forced into a new life in New York she never wanted… and straight into the hands of the one person she swore she’d never face again—Chase Ceemer. Her former tormentor. Her first love. The boy who kissed her… then destroyed her in front of everyone. Now, he’s her stepbrother and her boss. Cold, powerful, and just as infuriatingly commanding, Chase claims he’s changed—but his arrogance, his secrets, and his actions say otherwise. Trapped working under him, Kaia is determined to endure three months, rebuild her life, and escape before he can break her again. But Chase isn’t letting her go. As buried memories resurface and old wounds are ripped open, Kaia finds herself caught in a twisted game of truth and deception. Chase insists there’s more to the past than she knows—yet his actions blur the line between redemption and manipulation. When their past bullies reappear, tensions explode, rivalries ignite, and hidden obsessions come to light. And just when Kaia begins to reclaim her strength… everything spirals. A sabotaged trip. A night that changes everything. A revelation that shatters trust. And then—she’s taken. Now, with Kaia’s life on the line, Chase must finally confront the truth he’s buried for years and prove that the boy who once broke her is not the man who will lose her. In a story of pain, power, and dangerous desire, Kaia must decide: Is Chase her greatest mistake… or the only one who ever truly saw her? Because this time, love isn’t just a risk—it’s a fight for survival.
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I Leash Emperors: The Dead Shout. I Smile

The dead scream for justice. They have been screaming for centuries. In my office on the 88th floor, the sound is indistinguishable from the hum of the paper shredder. I have twelve of history's most dangerous minds in my vault—Caesar, Cleopatra, Napoleon, Wu Zetian, and eight others whose names are synonymous with the word empire. I stripped them of their crowns and their divinity and left them with the only two things that survive death intact: greed, and memory. Then I put them to work. The boardroom is their new battlefield. Stocks are their arrows. Hostile takeovers are their sieges. The First Emperor runs my supply chains with the same draconian efficiency that built the Great Wall. The Queen of the Nile runs my PR division and calls it beneath her. Caesar rewrites the legal architecture of an entire financial district before breakfast and considers it a light morning. The rules are simple. The Emperor with the highest ROI earns twenty-four hours of full sensory restoration—taste, warmth, the burn of real alcohol, everything the synthetic body cannot feel. The Emperor at the bottom earns something else: a Hell Start. Reincarnation as a beggar, a eunuch, a sacrificial lamb in the next cycle. They know this. It keeps them focused. Every full moon, the tavern opens. The millions they killed in their lifetimes gather as my Jury—compressed into a medium that runs on pure hatred, sustained by a spite so concentrated it has proven, against all known physics, to be a measurable energy source. They vote. They decide which of their tormentors leads the next charge, and which of the most venomous among them earns a temporary body to return to the waking world. Wu Zetian shed her imperial robes to kneel at my feet and beg for a private review of her HR directorship. Arsinoe—murdered by her own sister two thousand years ago—spent six weeks haunting Cleopatra's servers and built a perfect weapon before she ever asked me for the body to deliver it. Cleopatra herself believes her beauty is a currency I will eventually accept. She has not yet understood that in this building, the only currency is performance. I do not need loyalty. I need sharp blades. I do not trade in mercy. I trade in ROI. They believe this is my game. They do not ask why I need to win it. Rules? I am the rule. Harem? The highest-tier spoils of a game they don't know the stakes of. Every arc is a different world. Every world is a wound that needs closing. The Emperors do not know this. They never do. Perhaps the last thing standing between their world and oblivion is a man who stopped caring about it long ago. Let the dead shout. I smile. I have to. Tags: #InfiniteFlow #DarkFantasy #HighStakesPolitics #DivineAutocracy #GrimDark #RuthlessMC #HistoricalFigures #DarkHarem Content Advisory: Heavy power dynamics, sensory manipulation, historical figures in morally compromised positions. MC is an unapologetic autocrat. No redemption arcs.
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