Xing Jiayi
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The Code of Betrayal
Romance My peaceful night shattered when an alert flashed: my critical project's source code, leaked to a competitor, authorized with my credentials.
Before I could process the impossibility, my doorbell rang, revealing my boyfriend Matthew and best friend Molly, Molly' s face streaked with tears.
"Jennifer, how could you do this?" Matthew's voice, cold and accusatory, cut me deeper than any system alert as he scanned my apartment for "evidence."
He accused me of corporate espionage, and Molly sobbed about my "betrayal," a perfect picture of heartbroken friends.
Baffled and breathless, I could only state, "I didn't do it. Someone is setting me up."
But Matthew scoffed, dismissing my desperate plea, fully aware of my credentials' security.
The next day, he broke up with me in his office, cold and clinical, amidst the company crisis.
Later, I watched from my window as he kissed Molly passionately in the parking lot, her earlier tears replaced by laughter.
The crushing realization hit me: this was no accident; this was a coordinated attack, a complete betrayal by the two people I trusted most.
My grief lasted mere seconds before hardening into a cold, sharp fury.
They thought they' d broken me, but they were wrong.
I opened a new, encrypted file: "Investigation." The Mute Heiress: My Ruthless Husband's Prize
Modern I woke up in a hospital bed with the sting of antiseptic in my nose and my body feeling like lead. My world had been turned upside down by a crash, but the nightmare was only beginning.
Instead of a doctor, I found my Aunt Ursula and a man named Julian standing over me. They weren't there to comfort me; they were calculating my worth.
"Poor thing," Ursula cooed, pinning my wrist to the mattress.
Julian claimed he was my fiancé, even though I’d spent a year dodging his calls. I tried to scream, but my throat felt like it was filled with broken glass. They were using my silence to paint me as incompetent so they could seize my family’s trust fund. Just as Julian tried to force a ring on my finger, the door slammed open. Hilliard Blackburn, the city’s most ruthless billionaire, walked in and tossed a marriage certificate on the floor.
"I am her legal husband," he said. "Now, get out."
I was a piece of collateral, traded by my dying grandfather to pay off a debt. To Hilliard, I was just an asset in his portfolio. He didn't know that I was secretly "The Analyst," a hacker who moved millions on the dark web. He didn't know about the missing algorithm that could crash the market, or that my mentor had vanished in a lab fire.
The world saw a broken, mute heiress, but I was hiding a secret that could destroy us all. I was pregnant, and my stolen code was already being auctioned to the highest bidder. With Hilliard moving into my house to monitor me, I had to find the truth before my "husband" realized I was his greatest threat. Ninety Days To Break Your Heart
Modern I thought I was living the dream as the wife of a billionaire, until my husband came home at 2 A.M. reeking of expensive Scotch and "Midnight Rose"—the signature perfume of his ex-lover, Lucinda. While I spent my nights alone in the nursery with our sick twins, William was out in the city, making it clear to everyone that our marriage was nothing more than a cold, calculated business merger.
When I finally confronted him with the evidence of his infidelity, he didn’t offer an apology. He simply looked at me with disgust and told me I was a "liability" who should stay home and play the part of the perfect mother while he lived his real life with someone else.
The humiliation reached its peak at the hospital when his grandfather suffered a massive heart attack. William showed up with Lucinda on his arm, comforting her in front of the entire Sterling clan while his mother publicly mocked me for being a useless gold-digger. Even after William tried to force himself on me in a drunken rage the night before, he had the audacity to treat his mistress like the grieving wife while I was pushed into the shadows.
I felt something inside me finally snap. The man I loved had turned into a monster who saw me as an acquisition rather than a human being. I was ready to sign the divorce papers and disappear with nothing but my pride, just to escape the suffocating weight of his indifference.
But then, the dying patriarch called me to his bedside and handed me a sword: five percent of the company’s voting shares and a three-month ultimatum. I’m not running away anymore. I’ve decided to stay for ninety days, but not to save a dead marriage. I’m staying to become the one thing William Sterling never saw coming—his most dangerous nightmare. My Heart Turned To Stone For Him
Modern I was New York's "wild child" artist, sold by my father into a marriage with the powerful Camden Winters. It was a cold transaction-my freedom for a life-saving drug from my family's company.
But the drug wasn't for him. It was for Brianne, his fragile childhood sweetheart, the "unforgettable love" he swore to me on our wedding day didn't exist.
When we both ended up critically injured in the hospital, the doctors asked my husband who to save first. He didn't hesitate.
"Save Brianne."
He chose to let his own wife die. After all the lies and betrayals, I finally understood I was just a tool. My heart turned to stone.
So I divorced him and vanished. But he hunted me down, destroyed the new life I had built, and dragged me back, discovering I was pregnant with his child.
He thought he had me trapped forever. He was wrong. I made him a promise, and then I broke it, leaving him with nothing but the ashes of his obsession. From Surgeon's Hands to Avenging Fire
Modern The world knew me as Dr. Brenna Mann, the neurosurgeon with hands insured for millions. My husband, Davis, was a powerful lawyer, and our life was perfect-until he shattered it.
He protected his secret lover, Kiley, after she killed my mother in a hit-and-run. Then, to silence me, he had his family' s dogs maul my hand, ending my career forever.
He didn't stop there. He fabricated a video that drove my innocent sister to suicide, then held her fate over my head to force me to save his lover's mother.
He took everything-my mother, my hand, my career, and my sister. The man I had vowed to love was a monster wearing my husband's skin.
He thought he had broken me, leaving me kneeling in public humiliation. He was wrong. He had only created a monster of his own, one with a brilliant mind and a billionaire's backing, ready to burn his world to the ground. The Jilted Bride's Ruthless Comeback
Romance I flew to Las Vegas to surprise my boyfriend of seven years with a proposal, only to overhear him celebrating his new marriage to his intern, Cortney. He had won a poker game and gotten a free marriage certificate as a prize.
"What about Amelia?" his friend asked.
"Amelia's fine," he scoffed. "She's so devoted, she'd wait another seven years for me if I asked."
His words shattered me. I resigned from the company we built together, AG Designs, and left. But Cortney wasn't done. She framed me for leaking company secrets, a lie Gabe instantly believed.
He dragged me back to our home, his eyes filled with a rage I'd never seen. "You scheming bitch!" he roared, his hand closing around my throat. "You want to destroy everything I built?!"
He beat me with a steel-tipped whip until I was barely conscious, leaving me bleeding and broken. He thought he had crushed me, that I would crawl back.
But as I lay there, the pain forged my broken heart into something cold and hard. I escaped, not to run, but to prepare.
Now, with the help of a powerful ally, I'm back. And I will make Gabe Carrillo pay for every scar, every tear, and every betrayal. He took my love and my life's work; I'm coming back to take his entire empire. Best Friend Zone: A Brutal Awakening
Romance "Ava, I only see you as a friend." Ethan's quiet words in the noisy bar landed like a ton of bricks, shattering my decade-long crush into a million pieces.
I had just poured out years of hidden feelings, only to be met with those five simple words. It was a clear, brutal end to a love story I had directed, starred in, and watched all by myself.
He finally looked at me, his expression full of a pity I didn' t want. "You' re my best friend, Ava. I don' t want to lose that." That phrase, 'best friend' , felt like a curse, a box he put me in, safe from my affections. For years, I had held onto fleeting moments, replaying them like favorite movie scenes, only to realize they were just casual gestures from a friend. My entire devotion had unknowingly sabotaged any other chance at a relationship.
I was his sun, but he saw me as just another planet in a predictable orbit. The realization was liberating and devastating all at once.
Driven by a desperate need to numb the ache, I found myself in a dark bar, downing tequila shots. It was there, amidst the haze, that Liam Walker, my deceased best friend Lily' s younger brother, found me. He saw through my pain, calling Ethan an idiot for not seeing my brilliance, a compliment that pierced through my drunken despair. He saw me not just as a friend, but as someone brilliant.
His fierce kindness was too much, leading to a messy, desperate kiss that I instantly regretted upon waking. The guilt, tied to Lily' s memory, was a heavy weight. I believed I had crossed an irreversible line with the boy I'd practically watched grow up.
My panic reached a peak when Ethan called, only for Liam to answer and coldly declare, "She was a little busy crying her eyes out after you broke her heart. You' re a bit late with the concern." He hung up, leaving me with a terrifying but thrilling jolt of electricity. Before I could process it, I sent Liam away, convinced I was just like Ethan, careless with others' hearts. But watching Ethan with his new girlfriend, Sarah, and realizing he had let my unrequited love fester out of fear, shattered my remaining illusions.
Why did he never love me, even for a second? Why did he let me waste all those years?
The bitter truth solidified: he was a coward, too afraid of real loss to embrace something real. And in that moment, I resolved to reclaim my life, to shed the heavy coat of unrequited love, and for the first time, choose myself. The CEO's Twisted Deception
Modern The new car gleamed in the executive parking spot, a silver dagger twisting in my gut.
It was a gift from Chloe, my fiancée and CEO, to Liam, her new executive assistant.
My project budget, for the core technology I built, was slashed again, a cold financial slap in the face.
Then, in front of the entire company, Chloe announced my salary cut, while Liam smirked beside her, wearing a new designer watch that matched his car.
The humiliation was a physical blow, public and intentional.
I looked at Chloe, searching for the woman I loved, the partner I trusted, but found only a stranger.
I resigned on the spot, the words a liberating exhale after ten years of pouring my life into Apex Innovations.
The next day, Chloe kissed Liam right in front of me, but the part of me that would have shattered was already gone.
I flinched from her touch when she tried to placate me, a physical rejection that finally broke her composure.
She fumed, threatening to abandon me, but I felt nothing.
Then, Liam, her new executive, chillingly outlined his plan to dismantle my life' s work for profit, and she agreed.
My lawyer informed me about the power of attorney, a relic of our past trust, that I might use to sell our joint home.
I heard him conspire to cannibalize my project, and witnessed her trust him blindly.
Later, she signed the house away, giving me full control of our assets, all because of Liam's fabricated emergency.
It was clear then: my loyalty hadn't been seen as strength, but as a weakness to exploit.
After she tried to blacklist me from the entire industry, I stood across from Chloe and Liam, who offered me a menial job in the company I co-founded, as an act of charity.
I realized this wasn't just a breakup; it was a war, and I was finally ready to fight back. The Billionaire's Secret Daughter
Romance I saw him on the magazine cover, Ethan Reed with Chloe Davis, the "perfect couple."
Seven years I' d told myself running was for the best, for his success.
But seeing the tech billionaire celebrated still felt like a punch.
Our past began with debt: my family' s help for his sick brother, twisted into forcing him to "choose" me over childhood friend Chloe.
Then the nightmare: my possessive love destroying his life, with a miserable child at its core.
Two pink lines confirmed I was pregnant with that child, forcing a terrifying decision.
The decision was brutal: I told him our relationship was a "game," then vanished.
Alone in London, I raised our daughter Lily, convinced I' d saved him.
Five years later, Lily' s severe nut allergy, identical to Ethan' s, innocently revealed all.
His raw whisper, "She's mine, Sarah. Lily is my daughter," shattered my facade.
Then, an anonymous text with my secret dream's details: Does he know why you ran away?
My blood ran cold. How could anyone know? Was my sacrifice a sinister lie?
The truth unveiled: Chloe wasn't just a rival.
She was a puppet master, feeding us both orchestrated nightmares.
She built a manipulative prison of fear.
Now, as her schemes explode in public, the true battle for our fragmented family begins. The Billionaire Heiress's Final Stand
Fantasy The rotors thrashed the air, a desperate sound in the collapsing city.
"Evie, damn it, wake up!" Ethan' s voice, tight with fury, cut through the fog in my head, his hands rough on my shoulders, shaking me towards the last transport helicopter.
He was urging me to wait for Krystal, his mistress, who was probably just fixing her makeup for her "survivor" selfie.
Then, a cold wave washed over me.
Not fog, but brutal clarity.
I had lived this exact moment before.
And died because of it.
In that past life, Ethan had deliberately left me behind.
He' d injected me, then convinced the extraction team I was delirious, a hysterical liability, a security risk.
They believed him, my "loving, concerned husband."
I was deserted in that war-torn hell, the infection taking hold in some bombed-out building, until there was nothing.
Later, a strange, detached knowing confirmed the worst: Ethan had returned to the States a hero, spinning a tale of my "noble sacrifice" pushing Krystal onto the plane instead of myself.
My already frail parents shattered, grief their final illness, gone within months.
Ethan inherited everything-the Reed fortune, the foundation, the philanthropic empire-marrying Krystal a year later in a lavish affair splashed across society pages.
The memory, sharp and brutal, burned away every last vestige of my past life's naivety.
How could I have been so utterly duped?
The raw injustice, the horrifying betrayal, the agonizing pain of my parents' fates-it all converged into a single, chilling resolve.
I was back, inexplicably given a second chance.
This time, there would be no sacrifice.
Only justice.
I pulled away from Ethan' s desperate grasp, my voice surprisingly steady and cold.
"No, Ethan."
I turned, walking straight towards the loading ramp.
"I'm getting on that helicopter. Now." The Fiancée Who Forgot Me
Romance The world tilted, and then went black for a second.
I came to with Jess screaming my name after a cyclist hit me, and I pulled her to safety.
At the hospital, with a mild concussion, I had a stupid idea: I' d pretend I had amnesia and ask Jess, "Who are you?"
Her eyes widened, but then a strange, unreadable expression flickered across her face.
With a voice suddenly too sweet, she leaned in and said, "Oh, Ethan, you don' t remember me? I' m Jessica, and Chloe is actually your fiancée. We were just out as friends."
My mind went blank, not from the concussion, but from genuine shock.
Chloe? Her best friend Chloe?
Jess was selling it hard, claiming I'd been "confused" even before the accident and that Chloe was my true love.
This wasn' t funny anymore; a cold feeling started in my stomach.
She insisted Chloe take me home, citing that familiarity would aid my "recovery."
As I lay in Chloe' s unfamiliar bed, the scent of vanilla filling the air, I realized Jess wasn't just playing along; she was hijacking my prank for her own twisted agenda.
Then, I overheard her on the phone: she called me "boring" and "clingy," bragging about using Chloe as a "break" so she could see her old flame, Mark.
The raw ache in my chest had nothing to do with the concussion; it was the sting of deliberate, cruel dismissal.
My fiancée was throwing me away, deliberately and publicly, to pursue someone else.
Why was Chloe, this quiet, uncomfortable stranger, going along with Jess' s insane scheme?
My anger hardened, but so did a new resolve: if Jess wanted a break, she' d get one, but it would be entirely on my terms.
I would expose her lies, one "amnesiac" step at a time. My Second Chance: The Heiress Who Chose Freedom
Modern The judge’s dull voice droned through the quiet courtroom, a familiar echo from a life I’d already painfully lived.
My parents, Brenda and Rob, sat on opposite sides, their strained silence a prelude to the crucial decision before us.
This was it, the pivotal moment my life would splinter once more.
My younger brother, Kevin, piped up without hesitation, "I choose Mom!"
A sickeningly smug grin spread across his face as he briefly met my eyes, a look that sent a chill down my spine.
It was the exact same pronouncement, the same twist of fate, that had occurred in my previous, tragic existence.
That first time, my own choice to cling to Mom had spiral-downed into years of agonizing hunger, her volatile, bitter moods, and eventually, my gruesome death at Kevin’s hand.
His petty jealousy hadn't just festered; it had exploded after Mom’s ill-fated marriage to a rich man.
He still carried this delusion of grandeur, convinced he held the blueprint to quick riches.
He truly believed his warped memory of a future that never materialized for him, dreaming of hitting the jackpot with Mom.
The irony was almost unbearable; he had no clue of the true misery his path would lead him to, nor the cold, cruel betrayal that ended my first life.
The unfairness burned, that he was here, just as oblivious, just as dangerous.
But unlike that former existence, I stood here now, armed with shattering foresight.
When the judge’s gaze finally landed on me, "Sarah, and you?", I made a sharp, deliberate break from the past.
I looked at my weak, easily-manipulated father, and with a quiet, unwavering voice, I sealed my new destiny: "I'll go with my father." You might like
Flash Marriage To My Best Friend's Father
Madel Cerda I was once the heiress to the Solomon empire, but after it crumbled, I became the "charity case" ward of the wealthy Hyde family. For years, I lived in their shadows, clinging to the promise that Anson Hyde would always be my protector.
That promise shattered when Anson walked into the ballroom with Claudine Chapman on his arm. Claudine was the girl who had spent years making my life a living hell, and now Anson was announcing their engagement to the world.
The humiliation was instant. Guests sneered at my cheap dress, and a waiter intentionally sloshed champagne over me, knowing I was a nobody. Anson didn't even look my way; he was too busy whispering possessively to his new fiancée. I was a ghost in my own home, watching my protector celebrate with my tormentor.
The betrayal burned. I realized I wasn't a ward; I was a pawn Anson had kept on a shelf until he found a better trade. I had no money, no allies, and a legal trust fund that Anson controlled with a flick of his wrist.
Fleeing to the library, I stumbled into Dallas Koch—a titan of industry and my best friend’s father. He was a wall of cold, absolute power that even the Hydes feared.
"Marry me," I blurted out, desperate to find a shield Anson couldn't climb.
Dallas didn't laugh. He pulled out a marriage agreement and a heavy fountain pen.
"Sign," he commanded, his voice a low rumble. "But if you walk out that door with me, you never go back."
I signed my name, trading my life for the only man dangerous enough to keep me safe. He Thought I Was A Doormat, Until I Ruined Him
SHANA GRAY The sterile white of the operating room blurred, then sharpened, as Skye Sterling felt the cold clawing its way up her body. The heart monitor flatlined, a steady, high-pitched whine announcing her end. Her uterus had been removed, a desperate attempt to stop the bleeding, but the blood wouldn't clot. It just kept flowing, warm and sticky, pooling beneath her.
Through heavy eyes, she saw a trembling nurse holding a phone on speaker. "Mr. Kensington," the nurse's voice cracked, "your wife... she's critical." A pause, then a sweet, poisonous giggle. Seraphina Miller. "Liam is in the shower," Seraphina's voice purred. "Stop calling, Skye. It's pathetic. Faking a medical emergency on our anniversary? Even for you, that's low." Then, Liam's bored voice: "If she dies, call the funeral home. I have a meeting in the morning." Click. The line went dead.
A second later, so did Skye. The darkness that followed was absolute, suffocating, a black ocean crushing her lungs. She screamed into the void, a silent, agonizing wail of regret for loving a man who saw her as a nuisance, for dying without ever truly living.
Until she died, she didn't understand. Why was her life so tragically wasted? Why did her husband, the man she loved, abandon her so cruelly? The injustice of it all burned hotter than the fever in her body.
Then, the air rushed back in. Skye gasped, her body convulsing violently on the mattress. Her eyes flew open, wide and terrified, staring blindly into the darkness. Her trembling hand reached for her phone. May 12th. Five years ago. She was back. One Night With My Billionaire Boss
Nathaniel Stone I woke up on silk sheets that smelled of expensive cedar and cold sandalwood, a world away from my cramped apartment in Brooklyn.
Beside me lay Ezra Gardner—my boss, the billionaire CEO of Gardner Holdings, and the man who could end my career with a snap of his fingers.
He didn’t offer an apology for the night before; instead, he looked at me with terrifying clarity and proposed a cold, calculated business arrangement.
"Marriage. It stabilizes the board and solves the PR crisis before it begins."
He dressed me in archival Chanel and sent me home in his Maybach, but my life was already falling apart. My boyfriend, Irving, claimed he had passed out early, yet his location data placed him at my best friend’s apartment until three in the morning. When I tried to run, I realized Ezra was already ten steps ahead, tracking my movements and uncovering the secret I’d spent twenty years hiding: my connection to the powerful Senator Grimes.
I was trapped between a CEO who treated me like a line item on a quarterly report and a boyfriend who had been using me while sleeping with my closest friend. I felt like a pawn in a game I didn't understand, wondering why a man like Ezra would walk up forty flights of stairs on a broken leg just to make sure I was safe.
"Showtime, Mrs. Gardner."
Standing on the red carpet in a gown that cost more than my life, I watched my cheating ex-boyfriend’s face turn pale as Ezra claimed me in front of the world. I wasn't just an assistant anymore; I was a weapon, and it was time to burn their world down. His Twisted Game, My Dangerous Love
Elroy Notman Vesper's marriage to Julian Sterling was a gilded cage. One morning, she woke naked beside Damon Sterling, Julian's terrifying brother, then found a text: Julian's mistress was pregnant. Her world shattered, but the real nightmare had just begun.
Julian's abuse escalated, gaslighting Vesper, funding his secret life. Damon, a germaphobic billionaire, became her unsettling anchor amidst his chaos.
As "Iris," Vesper exposed Julian's mistress, Serena Sharp, sparking brutal war: poisoned drinks, a broken leg, and the horrifying truth-Julian murdered her parents, trapping Vesper in marriage.
The man she married was a killer. Broken and betrayed, Vesper was caught between monstrous brothers, burning with injustice.
Refusing victimhood, Vesper reclaimed her identity. Fueled by vengeance, she allied with Damon, who vowed to burn his empire for her. Julian faced justice, but matriarch Eleanor's counterattack forced Vesper's choice as a hitman aimed for her. After Divorce: My Arrogant Ex Regrets Calling Me Trash
Sea Jet Aurora woke up to the sterile chill of her king-sized bed in Sterling Thorne's penthouse. Today was the day her husband would finally throw her out like garbage. Sterling walked in, tossed divorce papers at her, and demanded her signature, eager to announce his "eligible bachelor" status to the world.
In her past life, the sight of those papers had broken her, leaving her begging for a second chance. Sterling's sneering voice, calling her a "trailer park girl" undeserving of his name, had once cut deeper than any blade. He had always used her humble beginnings to keep her small, to make her grateful for the crumbs of his attention. She had lived a gilded cage, believing she was nothing without him, until her life flatlined in a hospital bed, watching him give a press conference about his "grief."
But this time, she felt no sting, no tears. Only a cold, clear understanding of the mediocre man who stood on a pedestal she had painstakingly built with her own genius.
Aurora signed the papers, her name a declaration of independence. She grabbed her old, phoenix-stickered laptop, ready to walk out. Sterling Thorne was about to find out exactly how expensive "free" could be. My Husband's Blindness, My Sweet Revenge
Winnie Suchoff The roasted lamb was cold, a reflection of her marriage. On their third anniversary, Evelyn Vance waited alone in her Manhattan penthouse. Then her phone buzzed: Alexander, her husband, had been spotted leaving the hospital, holding his childhood sweetheart Scarlett Sharp's hand.
Alexander arrived hours later, dismissing Evelyn's quiet complaint with a cold reminder: she was Mrs. Vance, not a victim. Her mother's demands reinforced this role, making Evelyn, a brilliant mind, feel like a ghost. A dangerous indifference replaced betrayal. The debt was paid; now, it was her turn.
She drafted a divorce settlement, waiving everything. As Alexander's tender voice drifted from his study, speaking to Scarlett, Evelyn placed her wedding ring on his pillow, moved to the guest suite, and locked the door. The dull wife was gone; the Oracle was back. Broken Ring, Billionaire Secrets: Watch Me Shine
Cornelia I sat on the edge of the examination table, the crinkle of the sanitary paper sounding like thunder in the sterile room. The doctor didn't even look at me as he confirmed the news: the pregnancy was over. My husband, Keyon, didn't answer my call. He just sent an automated text: "In a meeting."
When I returned to our cold mansion, I found his iPad glowing with a message from his "muse," Katina. He was throwing her a secret gala tonight-on our third wedding anniversary. He told her he couldn't wait to escape the "boring" and "draining" atmosphere I created at home.
Keyon didn't stumble in until 3 AM, smelling of Katina's perfume with a smear of red on his collar. When I handed him the divorce papers, he laughed in my face. He called me a "glorified housekeeper" with no skills and no future, promising I'd be back in three days begging for a subway ticket. He even bet his friends ten thousand dollars that I wouldn't survive a week without his name.
He had his assistant cancel my credit cards and block my gate access before I even reached the end of the driveway. He wanted me to starve. He wanted me to crawl. He sat in his office, mocking the "desperate" woman who pawned her three-million-dollar wedding ring for scrap metal just to pay for a meal.
I stood on the rainy curb, watching the man I had protected for three years treat my life like trash. He didn't know about the ultrasound I just threw in the bin. He didn't know that while he was calling me "dull," I was the one secretly writing the code that kept his billion-dollar empire from collapsing.
As I slid into a cheap Uber, I opened a hidden, encrypted app on my phone. The screen refreshed to a dashboard for an account Keyon didn't know existed. The balance was ten figures long-the accumulated wealth of "Solaris," the world's most elusive tech genius. Keyon thinks he just evicted a parasite, but he's about to find out he just declared war on the only person who can hit "delete" on his entire life. HIS DOE, HIS DAMNATION(An Erotic Billionaire Romance)
Viviene Trigger/Content Warning:
This story contains mature themes and explicit content intended for adult audiences(18+). Reader discretion is advised.
It includes elements such as BDSM dynamics, explicit sexual content, toxic family relationships, occasional violence and strong language.
This is not a fluffy romance. It is intense, raw and messy, and explores the darker side of desire.
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"Take off your dress, Meadow."
"Why?"
"Because your ex is watching," he said, leaning back into his seat. "And I want him to see what he lost."
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Meadow Russell was supposed to get married to the love of her life in Vegas. Instead, she walked in on her twin sister riding her fiance.
One drink at the bar turned to ten. One drunken mistake turned into reality. And one stranger's offer turned into a contract that she signed with shaking hands and a diamond ring.
Alaric Ashford is the devil in a tailored Tom Ford suit. Billionaire CEO, brutal, possessive. A man born into an empire of blood and steel.
He also suffers from a neurological condition-he can't feel. Not objects, not pain, not even human touch.
Until Meadow touches him, and he feels everything. And now he owns her. On paper and in his bed.
She wants him to ruin her. Take what no one else could have. He wants control, obedience... revenge.
But what starts as a transaction slowly turns into something Meadow never saw coming.
Obsession, secrets that were never meant to surface, and a pain from the past that threatens to break everything.
Alaric doesn't share what's his.
Not his company.
Not his wife.
And definitely not his vengeance.
My Lover, His Father
Kizz
"Eve," he called, placing wet inhumane kisses on my neck as his strong but warm hands held my tiny waist.
I closed my eyes. "Yes...sir?" I moaned helplessly, feeling the harsh tingles in between my legs.
"Eve," he called again, trailing wet kisses towards my ear.
"Ad....Adrian," I breathed.
"What am I doing?" he asked, nibbling my ear lobe.
"Touching....touching me?"
"I shouldn't be touching you," he said, exploring my neck like a thirsty vampire.
"I....i want you to," I stuttered shamelessly.
He wrapped my neck with his hand, choking me slightly.
Oh, heavens.
"My son is crazy about you," he said, gripping me tightly.
"I don't want him," I whispered, taking in his wicked kisses on my neck.
"You should. And.......I have a wife."
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Evelyn (Eve) Millers, a twenty-year-old college first-year student and the only child of her wealthy parents, is a lover of mafia romance stories. She dreams of a love life with a mafia boss, but a night of tragedy changed her reality in a way she never expected, tossing her life in danger until she fell into the safe hands of her college mate, Mario Morelli, a guy whom she rejected his pure advances but eventually found out he is from a mafia family. He took her to his home where she met his huge family, most especially his HOT but dangerous-looking father, Adrian Morelli, the mafia DON.
Have her wishes come true?
What will she do about a wish coming true but owned by another and backed with great obstacles?
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