The Billionaire's Ruthless

The Psychopath Husband

"Akira" I heard a loud shout from a distance so I became even more nervous and sped up. I quickly entered a room and closed the door before locking it, I leaned against the door due to exhaustion. I was nervous when suddenly someone knocked on the door and tried to open it. "f*ck Akira open this f*cking door" he yelled again and forced the door to open so it was even more if he pushed the door to block it and he couldn't enter. "n-no please s-stop" "Love please, open this godd*mn door and let me in" he begged and promised and knocked on the door but I just shook my head, it's dangerous when I let him in. "K-keroz stop please, t-it's okay" His crazy. I was almost hoarse from talking and crying He even tried to push it, making me scream and cry in fear that he might enter. "Akira love don't test my patience" he promised horrifyingly and suddenly the noise outside stopped. I also stopped crying and moved away from the door, I was surprised to look at the door when suddenly it was quiet outside but because of the nervousness I felt I went straight to the closet to hide, I went to the big cabinet there were more expensive clothes on hangers but I ignored them it was because of the fear I was feeling, I immediately hid behind the curtain so that I wouldn't be seen. I was still sobbing because of crying, but I was almost standing where I was standing when the person I was afraid of entered, the person who made me nervous, Keroz. I immediately covered my mouth when I saw him enter the closet. I was even more nervous when he looked at my side. He grinned directly at where I was hiding so I bent down so he couldn't see me. Oh my god, does he know? I opened the curtain in front of me to see if he was still there, I was relieved to see that there was no one outside, but I was immediately filled with trepidation when I felt something next to me, I looked at it as if I didn't want to do it. "Looking for me Akira love?" he said with a smile and looked me straight in the eye which made me even more nervous. "K-keroz"

My Cold Hearted Ex Husband

As soon as I entered the house, I immediately saw Axlle sitting on the sofa while a woman I just saw was staring at me. He looked at me with no emotion before returning his gaze to the girl on his right. I held my breath before passing them. I'm used to being like this all the time. There wasn't a day or night that Axlle didn't bring another woman into the house. But it's not because I love him, I'll just let it be like this forever. I entered my room and there my tears fell spontaneously. I promise that this will be the last time I cry to him. I went to my drawer and took out a brown envelope that he gave me. He gave it to me a long time ago but only now did I dare to open it. I was depressed by what I saw. An annulment paper with his signature. So he has been putting up with me for a long time. He has been waiting for a long time to get rid of me. I wiped my tears and immediately took a ballpen from my bag. Even if it hurts, even if it's hard, I'll still do it. I hurt myself too much just because of loving him. After I signed everything, I packed up. I don't care where I end up. As soon as I came down, I couldn't help but feel hurt because of what I saw. The way he kissed the girl. The way he moon. That I have never experienced from him. I sighed again before approaching them. Even though it hurt, I put a brown envelope on the table. They stopped and gave me a bad look. "What's this?!.."Axlle asked me angrily. I didn't answer him but I just turned around with my suitcases. "I know you've been waiting for this for a long time. I know you have put up with me for a long time. Forgive me, I was too blind in my love for you. I don't even think about how you feel . So now, I've set you free. You're free.." words I told him before I completely left him. It hurts me but it's necessary. I lived then without him by my side and with me. And I will make sure that I will live like the times when he was not in my life.

The Playgirl

I was 12 years old back then. I don't know how much he charged but I'm sure it was a lot because Papa lost a lot. After he sold me to an old man who no longer had a family, I never heard from him or even saw him again. That's better because I really don't want to see his face anymore. I was sold to an old man named Vulcan Alexandres and he was an old friend of my father. From the age of twelve until I became twenty two, I grew up in his powder. He is rich and he almost spent everything, especially my education. Since he doesn't have a family, he considers me his son. At first, I didn't want to agree. My heart is far away from him. I was angry and I hardly talked to him or even paid attention to him. But when I saw that something had changed a bit in him and he seemed to be getting weaker, that's when he admitted to me that he was sick. Cancer stage four and leukemia. That's the reason why he didn't look for a woman to marry because he knew that his life was certain. So when I reached the right age, he completely adopted me and changed my birth certificate to make me an Alxandres. "Son, I only have a little time left in this world. For almost 6 years that I have been with you, I know that you are kind and have a good heart. I do not regret that I bought you from your father. Iha...I have decided for a long time this. I'm about to turn you into a... Alxandres."

The Prostitute Work

When I entered the Bar I Immediately Saw A Woman Sitting Alone Drinking Wine She Looks So Fine She's Pretty and Sexy So I approached the manager of the Bar to talk about the woman I saw. Boy: Hi Manager: Good evening Sir How Can I Help you. Boy: Who's that girl sitting alone? Manager: Oh, Is that Lara? She's new here and she's good in Bed Sir. The manager said with a smile Boy: I want her. No Hesitation if Answer Boy: So how much? Manager: Will It Depends on how much he wants and of course for me. Boy: 10k for you okay? Money arrived at the same time Manager: Wow gallant Boy: Okay, I'm going to the room. Send him to the room because I want it right away. Manager: Yes Sir Now too..

The Forgotten Mother's Vow: Taking Back What's Hers

Isabelle's love for Kolton held flawless for fifteen years-until the day she delivered their children and slipped into a coma. He leaned to her ear and whispered, "Don't wake up. You're worthless to me now." The twins later clutched another woman's hand and chirped, "Mommy," splintering Isabelle's heart. She woke, filed for divorce, and disappeared. Only then did Kolton notice her fingerprints on every habit. They met again: she emerged as the lead medical specialist, radiant and unmoved. But at her engagement gala, she leapt into a tycoon's arms. Jealous, he crushed a glass, blood wetting his palm. He believed as soon as he made a move, Isabelle would return to him. After all, she had loved him deeply.

Heaven Sent Her, Hell Obeyed Her

Eliana reunited with her family, now ruined by fate: Dad jailed, Mom deathly ill, six crushed brothers, and a fake daughter who'd fled for richer prey. Everyone sneered. But at her command, Eliana summoned the Onyx Syndicate. Bars opened, sickness vanished, and her brothers rose-one walking again, others soaring in business, tech, and art. When society mocked the "country girl," she unmasked herself: miracle doctor, famed painter, genius hacker, shadow queen. A powerful tycoon held her close. "Country girl? She's my fiancée!" Eliana glared at him. "Dream on." Resolutely, he vowed never to let go.

Brilliance Unmasked: The Cold-Blooded Tycoon Wants His Vengeful Queen

Arabella, a state-trained prodigy, won freedom after seven brutal years. Back home, she found her aunt basking in her late parents' mansion while her twin sister scrounged for scraps. Fury ignited her genius. She gutted the aunt's business overnight and enrolled in her sister's school, crushing the bullies. When cynics sneered at her "plain background," a prestigious family claimed her and the national lab hailed her. Reporters swarmed, influencers swooned, and jealous rivals watched their fortunes crumble. Even Asher-the rumored ruthless magnate-softened, murmuring, "Fixed your mess-now be mine."

The Billionaire's Cold And Bitter Betrayal

I had just survived a private jet crash, my body a map of violet bruises and my lungs still burning from the smoke. I woke up in a sterile hospital room, gasping for my husband's name, only to realize I was completely alone. While I was bleeding in a ditch, my husband, Adam, was on the news smiling at a ribbon-cutting ceremony. When I tracked him down at the hospital's VIP wing, I didn't find a grieving husband. I found him tenderly cradling his ex-girlfriend, Casie, in his arms, his face lit with a protective warmth he had never shown me as he carried her into the maternity ward. The betrayal went deeper than I could have imagined. Adam admitted the affair started on our third anniversary-the night he claimed he was stuck in London for a merger. Back at the manor, his mother had already filled our planned nursery with pink boutique bags for Casie's "little princess." When I demanded a divorce, Adam didn't flinch. He sneered that I was "gutter trash" from a foster home and that I'd be begging on the streets within a week. To trap me, he froze my bank accounts, cancelled my flight, and even called the police to report me for "theft" of company property. I realized then that I wasn't his partner; I was a charity case he had plucked from obscurity to manage his life. To the Hortons, I was just a servant who happened to sleep in the master bedroom, a "resilient" woman meant to endure his abuse in silence while the whole world laughed at the joke that was my marriage. Adam thought stripping me of his money would make me crawl back to him. He was wrong. I walked into his executive suite during his biggest deal of the year and poured a mug of sludge over his original ten-million-dollar contracts. Then, right in front of his board and his mistress, I stripped off every designer thread he had ever paid for until I was standing in nothing but my own silk camisole. "You can keep the clothes, Adam. They're as hollow as you are." I grabbed my passport, turned my back on his billions, and walked out of that glass tower barefoot, bleeding, and finally free.

He Thought I Was A Doormat, Until I Ruined Him

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.

The Billionaire's Medicine: His Silent Obsession

My stepmother sold me like a piece of inventory to a man known for breaking people just to plug the financial crater my father left behind. I was delivered to the Morton estate in the middle of a freezing storm, stripped of my phone, and told that if I didn't make myself useful, my senile grandfather would be evicted from his care facility by noon. The master of the house, Adonis Morton IV, was a monster living in a silent mausoleum, driven to the brink of madness by a sensory condition that turned every sound into a physical assault. When I was forced into his suite to serve him, he didn't see a human being; he saw a source of agony. In a fit of animalistic rage, he pinned me to the wall and nearly strangled me to death just for the sound of a shattering teacup. I only survived by using my grandfather’s secret herbal blends and pressure-point therapy to force his overactive nervous system into a drugged sleep. But saving him was my greatest mistake. Instead of letting me go, Adonis moved me into a guest suite connected to his own bedroom by a hidden door. He didn't just want me as a servant; he needed me as a human white-noise machine to drown out the demons in his head. The nightmare deepened when he took the promissory note that defined my freedom and tore it into confetti. By destroying the debt, he destroyed my exit strategy. He replaced my maid’s uniform with a silver silk dress that clung to my skin but did nothing to hide the dark, ugly bruises his fingers had left on my neck. He branded me as his "primary care associate," a title that was nothing more than a gilded cage. I felt a sickening sense of injustice as he forced me to sign a contract that banned me from contacting other men and required me to sleep wherever he slept. He looked at me with a possessive heat, calling me his "medication" rather than a woman. My family had sold my body, but Adonis Morton was intent on owning my very presence, using my grandfather’s medical bills as a leash to keep me within twenty feet of him at all times. Standing in a neglected greenhouse with mud staining my expensive silk, I realized I was no longer a victim waiting for rescue. If I was going to be his medication, I would learn how to be his cure—or his undoing. I began clearing the weeds with a cold, calculated frenzy, determined to turn this prison into my laboratory. He thinks he has trapped a helpless girl, but I am going to pry open the cracks in his stone walls until his entire world comes crashing down.