Sunian Jinshi
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The Jilted Stray Is A Zillionaire Heiress
Billionaires Eloise was the adopted stray of the wealthy Foreman family, mocked daily for her tarot cards and dismissed as a mentally unstable burden.
When her adoptive father suddenly collapsed with thick, black veins pulsing up his neck, they didn't blame his corrupt real estate deals. They blamed her.
"She's a witch! She cursed me!" Mitch roared, ordering his doctor and armed guards to forcefully drain her blood to cure his supernatural toxin.
Her adoptive mother revoked her trust fund and threatened to drag her to a psych ward. Her spoiled sister threw a crumpled twenty-dollar bill at her feet, laughing as the security team cornered Eloise against the wall.
Eloise stared coldly at the family that had abused her for years. They had dug up a sacred burial ground to build condos, bringing this deadly curse upon themselves, yet they wanted to bleed her dry to survive.
Just as the guards lunged, the heavy oak doors were violently shoved open.
An aristocratic butler stepped through the freezing rain, flanked by elite operatives who snapped the guards' legs in seconds. He dropped a three-billion-dollar trust document onto the table as mere "compensation" for her shelter.
"Please, Miss Palmer," the butler bowed deeply, offering her pristine white gloves. "Do not dirty your hands in this place."
Leaving her adoptive father to his midnight death sentence, Eloise stepped into a waiting Rolls-Royce, ready to reclaim her place in a hidden global dynasty. Rejected By My Alpha, Claimed By His Powerful Uncle
Werewolf I had been funding a poor college girl with my own savings, thinking I was changing her life.
Until I found a hidden photo on my husband's phone. The girl I sponsored was nestled in his arms in our private rose garden, wearing the graduation necklace I gave her.
While my mother-in-law humiliated me daily for being a wolfless Omega who couldn't produce a pack heir, Danny played the devoted Alpha. But behind my back, he was comforting his mistress. He even tricked me into visiting the maternity ward for a "health check," only to parade me in front of her swollen belly. She was sixteen weeks pregnant, calling me to brag that she was carrying his son and demanding I give up my title as Luna.
When I publicly exposed his affair, Danny threw her to the wolves to save his own reputation. He held me tight, shedding fake tears.
"Give me one more chance, Cara. Let's start over."
I watched his flawless performance, feeling absolutely nothing as he immediately answered her secret call the second my back was turned. Did he really think I was just a naive, barren wife who would swallow this ultimate betrayal?
I smiled softly and told him I trusted him.
Then I walked away, sent the ultrasound evidence to my lawyer, and logged into the Lycan Legacy Council's website. I clicked the blood-red button for the Rejection Protocol. In exactly one month, the Luna of Silver Creek would cease to exist. Rising From Ashes: The Lost MC Princess
Romance I drained my savings and gave up my college education to support my biker boyfriend for three years.
But the moment he finally got patched into the Sterling Knights MC, he brought the club president's daughter to my bar.
He slid a wad of cash across the sticky counter, telling me to take it and call it even.
"Kalia, we're not here to fight. Devin just wants to do the right thing," she sneered, flashing her gaudy engagement ring.
Devin watched me with cold impatience, letting his new fiancée and her ruthless bodyguard humiliate me in front of his brothers.
They thought I was just a naive, submissive barmaid they could easily step on and discard.
A thousand dollars to erase my life's savings, the massive debts I took from loan sharks for his legal fees, and the child I got rid of for him?
Did they really think they could destroy my life and walk away completely unscathed?
I didn't touch his pathetic cash.
Instead, I dragged her secret lover into the bar, publicly destroyed their sham of an engagement, and forced him to pay back every single cent of the $31,060 he owed me.
Because what these arrogant bikers didn't know was that I'm not some helpless nobody.
I am the lost princess of the legendary Serpents of Chaos MC, and with this money, I am finally going home. The Jilted Heiress's Lethal Comeback
Modern Five years ago, Avery Knox was framed for manslaughter, betrayed by her powerful family, and disowned.
Now, she was a lethal black-ops commander known as "Wraith," operating deep in the shadows.
Her cold, disciplined world shattered when her emergency sat-phone rang for the first time in five years.
Her ten-year-old brother, Ethan, had been kidnapped by a ruthless trafficking syndicate.
Avery hijacked a military transport, slaughtered the traffickers in the jungle, and brought her terrified brother back to their hometown.
But the nightmare hadn't ended.
The moment she stepped into her childhood home, she found her cousin Jared—the very man who had helped send her to prison—pinning her mother to the couch, tearing at her clothes.
He was trying to force her mother to sign away the remains of their family company.
When Jared saw Avery, he wasn't afraid.
"You're a convicted felon. Who the hell let you back here?"
He threatened to tell the police she had kidnapped Ethan, and then lunged forward, trying to snap the little boy's neck right in front of her.
Avery looked at the cousin who had traded her freedom for his reputation.
She had spent five years surviving in hell, losing everything, while they lived in luxury.
How could their greed and cruelty still know no bounds?
The last shred of the helpless girl they once knew died completely.
Avery stepped forward and methodically shattered Jared's wrists and kneecaps, listening to his agonizing screams.
Then, she pulled out her encrypted phone and sent a single message to her strike team.
She wasn't just going to protect her family; she was going to wipe the entire Knox empire off the map. The Syndicate Heir Begs For My Love
Mafia I loved Julian Falcone for eighteen years.
He was the future Don of the Cosa Nostra—ruthless, calculating, and the only man who could dismantle an entire cartel with a single phone call. I was the daughter of his family's Consigliere, raised in his shadow, molded into the perfect mafia princess.
When his mother announced our betrothal at a syndicate dinner, I held my breath and looked across the table at him.
Julian turned his head. The look he fixed on me was one of profound, physical revulsion.
He dragged me to a club that night—not for a dinner, but to use me as a human shield against his mother's surveillance. He ignored me for hours while his crew laughed and drank. He gave my most treasured possession to another woman. He left me standing alone on a curb after his convoy drove away without me.
And on a mountain retreat, hidden behind the pines, I heard him tell his crew he was relieved to finally be rid of me.
So I took a pen to my university applications. I scored out the life I'd planned around him until the paper tore beneath the pressure.
I secretly enrolled at a local college—somewhere he would never set foot.
Three years later, I had built a fortress around my broken heart. A new life. A new name in circles he didn't control.
Then I discovered the truth.
Julian Falcone never went to his prestigious university. He spent thirty-six months at the exact campus I had abandoned—waiting for a ghost.
And now he's found me.
--- Claimed By My Possessive Billionaire Alpha Boss
Werewolf "Ah... Dan... right there..." "Laura, you're so much tighter than she is. That wolfless reject is just a boring log in bed. Once I find my true mate, I'll kick her out."
On our second engagement anniversary, I came home early with a gift, only to hear my fiancé saying those exact words to my own cousin-while writhing naked on my bed.
I worked myself to the bone, ate instant noodles for a month to buy him armor, and to him, I was nothing but a free maid and a disposable ATM!
With my heart turned to ash, I smashed the bedroom, walked out into the night, and knocked on the door of the most ruthless tyrant in the city: my boss, Alpha Kane Cain. Driven by a desperate need to obliterate my pathetic past, I surrendered to the apex predator. Fueled by whiskey, I even wrote him a note, authorizing him to possess me however he wanted.
I thought it was just a reckless, one-night mistake.
Until the next morning, when pure terror struck me-the cold-blooded tyrant hadn't pulled out!
As a wolfless Omega at the bottom of the hierarchy, carrying an Alpha's child without a mark was an absolute death sentence. Terrified, I tried to draw the line, even offering my resignation to escape him.
But instead of letting me go, the ruthless Alpha caged me against the wall, his stormy eyes burning with a terrifying, primal possessiveness. He pulled out the exact note I had signed in my drunken haze and growled,
"Did that statement have an expiration date, little wolf? You gave me this power... and don't you dare pretend you can take it back now." He Called Me Needy, Then Lost
Modern For seven years, I sacrificed my career to be the invisible woman behind my rising star boyfriend, August.
But on our anniversary, I watched him on a livestream, openly flirting with his co-star, Alana, while the internet hailed them as the perfect couple.
His fans sent me death threats, calling me "forgettable" and "unworthy." When I begged him for help, he called me "needy" and told me I was "overreacting."
Yet, when Alana faced the same online hate, he held a press conference, fiercely defending her as a "vulnerable artist."
The man who dismissed my suffering was now a champion against injustice for another woman. I realized he wasn't incapable of empathy; he just chose not to direct it at me.
I wasn't just forgettable. I was a fool. So I packed my bags, blocked his number, and booked a one-way ticket out of his life, ready to finally stop being invisible. Unmasking My Mafia Fiancé
Mafia My fiancé, a mafia Capo, promised the painkillers would help after the "car crash." It was a lie. The real accident was his temper, and I was his favorite punching bag.
In a medicated haze, I overheard the truth. He was on the phone with his consigliere, boasting about stealing my billion-dollar casino blueprint. He was going to use it to become Underboss.
He planned to propose, then use our world's code of silence to legally gag me from ever claiming my own work. His mistress, Olivia, would be the public face of the project.
The worst part was the truth about my miscarriage. It wasn't an accident. He and Olivia had orchestrated it, calling our baby a "complication" that would kill his ambition.
At a party, he proved it all. After shoving me to the ground in front of everyone, he walked away with her, leaving me in a heap of humiliation.
The love I had for him didn't just die; it turned into a cold, hard certainty. He had taken my work, my child, and my dignity.
So I sent him one last email: a file containing proof of every lie, every betrayal, and a video of his abuse. The subject line read: "My Wedding Gift." Then I boarded a one-way flight to New York to partner with the one man he truly feared. This wasn't a breakup. It was war. Strawberry Shame, Billionaire's Revenge
Billionaires The box arrived on Valentine's Day, filled not with chocolates, but with used, strawberry-flavored condoms – a twisted message from my fiancé, Ethan Vance.
For three years, I, Sarah, the rightful Miller heiress, endured his mockery and Chloe Peterson's manipulative presence, all while my tech billionaire grandfather insisted I choose an heir from four men who only ever loved Chloe.
This time, on our shared birthday, Chloe, feigning injury and tears, framed me for kidnapping within moments of arriving at our Aspen ski resort party, turning Ethan and the others against me, leaving me shivering and deserted in the freezing lodge.
Ethan, my supposed fiancé, ripped off my jacket to give to her, his eyes blazing with fury, as his friends-my so-called "chosen heirs"-circled like vultures, accusing me of cruelty and jealousy.
Left locked in the sub-zero night, my phone dead from the cold, I finally blew the emergency whistle Grandpa gave me, summoning my quiet bodyguard, Mark Davis, who arrived like a dark knight in shining armor.
"I said, take off your ski jacket."
I faced Ethan Vance, heart hardened. "I don't want you anymore."
Tonight, at the grand dinner, my new fiancé, Mark Davis, CEO of Skyward Holdings, will stand by my side as I reclaim my dignity.
He' ll watch as I expose Ethan and Chloe, turning their cruel games back on them, and watch as they lose everything.
This isn't just a birthday party anymore; it's a reckoning. Stolen Womb, Stolen Life
Romance Seven years. My marriage to Matthew Lester, the golden boy of Texas high society, was outwardly perfect.
I was even pregnant, finally giving his ecstatic parents the grandchild they longed for. I told myself I was happy.
Then, his phone lit up with a text from Nicole Lawrence, my high school rival. "Did you tell her yet?" the message read.
My blood ran cold as I scrolled up and saw Matthew's reply, "Not yet. Let her enjoy the pregnancy for a little while." Nicole' s next message ripped the air from my lungs: "It's my pregnancy too, Matt. My baby. I want to be the one to feel it kick."
The baby growing inside me wasn't mine. It was Matthew' s and Nicole' s, conceived via IVF, and I was merely a surrogate.
The man who supposedly saved me after my father' s tragic death had turned me into a vessel for his and my greatest betrayer' s child. My perfect life was a cage, and the truth made it crumble.
How could he? How could they? The horror of being used, violated, and utterly betrayed by the two people who had already shaped my darkest moments was unbearable.
Every act of kindness, every loving word, every shared dream was a calculated lie. My father' s death, my shattered past-it was all a setup.
But a cold resolve settled in. I wouldn't be a victim again.
I wouldn't break. I would play their game, then I would disappear, erase Stella Lester, and reclaim my life, whatever the cost. The Voice They Stole: A Vargas Reckoning
Romance I was Amelia "Mia" Vargas, the orphan girl who'd clawed her way to country music stardom, living out my fairytale as I prepared to get engaged to Nashville's golden boy, Jax Thorne, live on the CMA red carpet.
The flashbulbs popped, the crowd cheered, and my heart pounded with a future I thought was finally mine, a dream come true for the girl from nowhere.
Then, the nightmare literally burst onto the scene: Jax's ex-fiancée, Brooke Harrington, materialized, distraught.
He brazenly dropped my hand, embraced her, and publicly branded me an "opportunistic social climber" right before security wrestled me away like a discarded prop.
My world imploded.
My career was systematically obliterated—songs pulled from radio, venues canceled, my name tarnished beyond recognition.
But the ultimate blow came when Jax invaded my sanctuary, savagely smashing the vintage guitar that was my very soul.
As I desperately lunged to save it, he shoved me, and I fell.
My choked scream turned into a gurgle as my vocal cords ruptured, stealing the unique voice that defined me.
Not content with my silence, Brooke, with a cruel smirk, offered me a final, crushing humiliation: an internship, serving coffee to the man who'd ruthlessly taken absolutely everything.
I was broken, voiceless, stripped bare, and they thought I was utterly alone, a defeated footnote in their grand political ascent.
They thought they knew the orphan girl.
But they had no idea who they had truly crossed, or that the name Vargas held a horrifying, unspoken power. Ashes of Lily: A Mother's Fury
Billionaires As a geologist, I suffocated in my husband Jack Thorne's gilded cage. Our six-year-old, Lily, was my only joy amidst the fake smiles of a gala night.
Then, a simple juice spill on Tiffany Bellweather's couture gown – Jack's mistress-EA. Lily's accident turned chilling when Jack, enraged by her defiance, declared her punishment: abandonment in the brutal Nevada desert.
He drove her off, casually promising a "desert experience," complete with a drone feed for me. I watched my terrified daughter face scorpions, rattlesnakes, and scorching heat. This wasn't punishment; it was calculated torture.
The drone showed Lily, small and alone, whimpering. Jack was unmoved. Then Tiffany's poisoned confession: she orchestrated the spill. Jack simply sought an excuse to hurt me through our child. This calculated betrayal broke me, leaving me utterly helpless.
On screen, a rattlesnake bite. Jack ignored my pleas. Lily died. My world shattered. I vanished with her ashes, fueled by icy fury. My geological expertise, once dismissed, would become my ultimate weapon. Jack destroyed my life. I would dismantle his empire. You might like
While My Husband Cheated, I Married His Powerful Brother
Minja To help her husband build his business empire, Veyra worked two jobs, skipped meals, and sacrificed everything she had. When her mother desperately needed life-saving treatment, she couldn't even scrape together the money.
Then, on a New Year's Eve flight, fate seated her beside her husband's mistress. That's when she discovered the cruel truth.
Her husband had secretly amassed millions long ago. The wedding ring that belonged to Veyra now glittered on another woman's finger. The $500,000 that could have saved her mother's life had been spent instead on luxury gifts and pocket money for his lover.
She lost her baby. She lost her mother. And finally, she lost every illusion about the man she'd loved for years.
After leaving the airport, Veyra walked into a bar, kissed the most dangerous-looking stranger she could find, and spent one reckless night in his arms. By sunrise, she disappeared without leaving so much as her name. She thought it was nothing more than a farewell to her broken past.
She was wrong.
The stranger was Dorian-the most powerful, mysterious billionaire in the business world.
Meanwhile, her cheating husband finally realized what he had thrown away. He begged on his knees, signed a postnuptial agreement worth billions, and swore he would give up everything if she would come back.
But just as Veyra began plotting to reclaim everything that had been stolen from her, a mysterious car accident brought Dorian back into her life.
Only then did she learn the truth. He wasn't a stranger at all. He was her ex-husband's older stepbrother.
Now two powerful men are fighting for the same woman-one consumed by regret, the other determined to make her his.
Sorry, cheating ex... I choose your brother. Accidentally Pregnant With The Billionaire Heir
Bae Writes One lab error. Two betrayals. And a billionaire who doesn't believe in accidents.
Emily Vance thought she was carrying a miracle. After her fiancé, Julian, ended up in a coma following a horrific car crash, she underwent IVF to keep his legacy alive. It was supposed to be her anchor. Instead, a clinical mix-up reveals that the child in her womb isn't Julian's at all. It belongs to Alistair Wolfe, a man whose name is synonymous with ruthless power and a heart made of ice.
The nightmare doesn't stop at the doctor's office. When Julian finally wakes up, he doesn't call for Emily. He calls for her stepsister, Chloe, revealing a secret affair that turns Emily's years of loyalty into a joke.
Backed into a corner by a family ready to sell her to a predatory debt collector to save their failing business, Emily is left with a devastating choice. Her doctors warn her that this is her last chance at motherhood. To keep her baby and escape her family's reach, she has to make a deal with the wolf at the door.
Alistair Wolfe wants his heir. Emily wants protection.
No love. No strings. Just a temporary union until the child is born. But as Emily moves into Alistair's world, she quickly learns that playing the wife of a man like Alistair is a high-stakes game where the heart is the first thing you lose. Wrong Room: Sleeping With My Fiancé's Uncle
Natala O'neal To revenge herself on her unfaithful fiancé Kevin, Isidora hides her striking beauty behind a plain disguise, and targets his uncle - the most formidable man Kevin fears.
After one reckless night, Isidora leaves cash as payment and says lightly, "You were good last night." She tries to leave quietly, but is pulled into his arms.
"You think you can walk away after this?" he says, his tone low and possessive.
Cedrick is a feared, untouchable titan on Wall Street - elegant, aloof, and completely uninterested in women. Not even the most beautiful socialites in the city can catch his eye. When gossip spreads that he was seen pressing a woman against a wall and kissing her fiercely, no one believes it.
When the rumors name Isidora, the crowd scoffs. He rejects even the most beautiful women, so why would he notice a plain girl like her?
All doubt disappears when they see the dignified Cedrick drop to one knee to help Isidora with her shoe, pleading softly for just one kiss.
When Kevin finally sees Isidora's true beauty and begs for forgiveness. But Cedrick kicks him out at once, slams a marriage certificate on the table, and says sharply.
"Call her Aunt." Nine Rejected Marriages, I Wed My Ex's Rival
Mattie Valelly Amelia sat alone at the City Marriage Bureau, watching the clock tick down to closing time.
Fifteen minutes before the doors shut, a phone call shattered her last flicker of hope. Her fiancé, Kayson, wasn't coming. He had abandoned their wedding registration because Kamila-her stepsister-had twisted her ankle.
It was his ninth broken promise.
When Amelia returned home, there was no comfort. Her biological mother sneered at her humiliation, shielding the stepsister while ordering Amelia to apologize to Kayson.
"Who would she marry without Kayson?" her mother mocked. "Let's see how long she survives out there without his money."
Meanwhile, Kayson arrogantly dismissed her absence. Finding out she had vanished, he just laughed it off with his assistant.
"It's just a tantrum to force my hand," Kayson smirked. "She still can't live without me."
After nine years of absolute devotion, she was nothing but a convenient placeholder to the man she loved, and a worthless joke to her own family. The suffocating weight of their betrayal finally snapped something inside her.
She packed a single suitcase, threw away nine years of anniversary gifts, and permanently blocked Kayson's number.
Standing in the freezing wind, she pulled out her phone and dialed the private number of Kayson's biggest, most ruthless rival.
"Mr. Thornton, what you said seven months ago... does the offer to marry me still stand?"
Ten minutes later, a sleek black Maybach pulled up to the curb. Discarded By Him, Claimed By The Zillionaire
TESS WHITE I was Landon Mercer's secret girlfriend and loyal assistant for four years. I thought my absolute devotion would eventually win his heart.
But he casually announced his engagement to a wealthy heiress, reminding me I was just a convenient nobody from an orphanage.
When I got trapped in a horrific car crash and begged him to call an ambulance, he just hung up on me, annoyed that my bleeding was ruining his romantic getaway.
He even blackmailed me with my orphanage's land lease, forcing me to attend his engagement party as a prop.
At the party, his elite family and friends brutally humiliated me.
They deliberately crushed my broken arm, poured red wine over my head, and kicked me into a freezing pond.
When Landon finally pulled me out, he didn't care that I was suffocating and turning blue.
"Are you out of your mind? You come out here and cause a scene during my engagement party?"
He threw a stack of cash at my shivering body, furious that I had embarrassed him in front of his wealthy guests.
Looking at the hundred-dollar bills floating in the muddy water, my four years of foolish love completely died.
To him, I wasn't even human; I was just a cheap toy he could abuse and pass around.
I didn't cry, and I didn't beg.
I dragged my soaked, battered body into a car and headed straight to the penthouse of his biggest billionaire rival.
It was time to burn Landon Mercer's world to the ground. Trick Him Into Divorce, Then Flee With His Unknown Kid
Rashmi For seven years, Rose Bennett was Ryan Knight's secret wife.
While all of New York believed Samantha Hikk would become Mrs. Knight, Rose silently endured a cold marriage to a man who never loved her.
Until one night, Samantha is rushed into Rose's emergency room pregnant. and Ryan is the one protecting her.
That is the night Rose stops loving him.
What Ryan never knew was that Rose had already given birth to his daughter years ago after he rejected both mother and child without hesitation.
So Rose walks away-with only two suitcases, a hidden daughter, and the shattered remains of seven years.
But the woman Ryan abandoned is no ordinary wife.
Rose is the hidden genius behind Aetheris Medical AI, the revolutionary system about to change the entire medical world.
As Rose rises to the top, becoming untouchable, powerful, and impossible to replace, Ryan finally realizes the devastating truth-
He didn't lose a woman who loved him.
He lost the only woman he would ever love.
And by then, even their daughter no longer calls him father. FAKE DATING WITH BENEFITS: MY BILLIONAIRE BOSS
Ophelia Corrigan SEVEN DAYS BEFORE MY WEDDING, I walked into our bedroom and found my neurosurgeon fiancé plowing my cousin on our bed.
Six months later, Oliver and Vanessa are married, my humiliation is office coffee-break gossip, and I've done everything possible to disappear off the face of the earth.
Then I find out my grandmother is dying.
This birthday might be her last, and I refuse to let my ex take that from me too.
Problem is, going means facing my own personal nightmare head-on: Oliver and Vanessa, happy and married, right in front of me, while the rest of my family looks at me like I'm a walking tragedy.
That's when Simon Hart-my billionaire boss, arrogant as hell, and the only man who can irritate me, make me laugh, and dismantle every single one of my defenses in the same conversation-makes me an absolutely ridiculous proposal.
"Just think about it." He spreads his hands. " You're tired of everyone pitying you. I'm rich as fuck, handsome as hell, and charming as fuck. Who's going to feel sorry for you when you show up with Simon Hart on your arm?"
The problem is, he's right.
I need a boyfriend to survive my grandmother's birthday weekend without turning back into the official family disaster. And Simon needs a serious girlfriend to prove to all of New York that the city's most eligible bachelor has finally settled down.
It was supposed to be simple. Fake dating. Two events. Some convincing touching. Absolutely zero feelings. Until we added new terms to the agreement. No-strings sex. No jealousy. No expectations.
Just sex.
And it worked perfectly.
Right up until everything went completely off the rails.
Help! My One-Night Stand Is Examining Me?!
Ela Osaretin "Spread your legs," the cold, handsome doctor ordered.
To escape her ex-boyfriend's wedding invitation , Alana Martin attended an elite gala, wore a borrowed gown , and ended up spending a wild night with a dangerously handsome stranger.
Panicked, she fled the next morning -only to end up in the hospital days later with severe inflammation.
But when the curtain pulled back, the "doctor" examining her intimate areas was the exact same man from that night!
Worse?
He was looking at her with a wicked smirk,
"You stole my first night, ignored my note , and now you're playing the amnesia game? I'm the victim here, little lady. Take responsibility." I Slapped My Fiancé-Then Married His Billionaire Nemesis
Jessica C. Dolan Being second best is practically in my DNA. My sister got the love, the attention, the spotlight. And now, even her damn fiancé.
Technically, Rhys Granger was my fiancé now-billionaire, devastatingly hot, and a walking Wall Street wet dream. My parents shoved me into the engagement after Catherine disappeared, and honestly? I didn't mind. I'd crushed on Rhys for years. This was my chance, right? My turn to be the chosen one?
Wrong.
One night, he slapped me. Over a mug. A stupid, chipped, ugly mug my sister gave him years ago. That's when it hit me-he didn't love me. He didn't even see me. I was just a warm-bodied placeholder for the woman he actually wanted. And apparently, I wasn't even worth as much as a glorified coffee cup.
So I slapped him right back, dumped his ass, and prepared for disaster-my parents losing their minds, Rhys throwing a billionaire tantrum, his terrifying family plotting my untimely demise.
Obviously, I needed alcohol. A lot of alcohol.
Enter him.
Tall, dangerous, unfairly hot. The kind of man who makes you want to sin just by existing. I'd met him only once before, and that night, he just happened to be at the same bar as my drunk, self-pitying self. So I did the only logical thing: I dragged him into a hotel room and ripped off his clothes.
It was reckless. It was stupid. It was completely ill-advised.
But it was also: Best. Sex. Of. My. Life.
And, as it turned out, the best decision I'd ever made.
Because my one-night stand isn't just some random guy. He's richer than Rhys, more powerful than my entire family, and definitely more dangerous than I should be playing with.
And now, he's not letting me go. Played by the billionaire twins
Tanny-precious Five years after graduating from one of New York's top modelling schools, Amy Walters is still waiting for her big breakthrough in the fashion world. Desperation leads her straight into the arms of Liam Carter, the powerful CEO of a top fashion empire, who offers her the deal of a lifetime-with a condition.
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"If I agree to do it..." I forced out, "Will you sign me as your model?"
Liam's cheeks flushed, and he leaned forward, elbows on knees. "Depends."
I stiffened. "On what?"
He got up from the couch and headed towards me.
I did not step back, even as he circled around me slowly, staring like a predator, inspecting his prey.
He was standing behind me, his face against mine so that the air breathed down my ear. "On how well you please me tonight." 
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