Absolute Dominance: The Billionaire's Vengeance
For three years, I hid my identity as the sole heiress of a multi-billion dollar tech empire to live in a cramped apartment and support my boyfriend, Ben.
But the day before our engagement, I stood outside a meeting room and overheard him talking to his wealthy boss, Haylie.
"She's just a stepping stone," Ben laughed, his voice full of contempt. "A poor, ambitionless distraction while I work my way up to where I really belong."
He mocked the cheap silver ring he gave me, calling it a necessary prop to keep a naive fool happy.
He bragged about the multi-million dollar merger proposal he was presenting, planning to use it to secure his promotion and build a future with her.
He had no idea that I had secretly negotiated that entire deal using my real connections just to give him his big break.
I had sacrificed my family's comfort, my true identity, and my own career just to watch him rise.
I poured my heart and soul into our humble beginnings, only to realize he saw my love as a pathetic joke and me as disposable trash.
I calmly picked up a pen and voided the merger agreement, tearing my hard work into tiny pieces.
I went home, slid the cheap ring off my finger, and dropped it into his mug of cold coffee.
"Soon, you'll find out exactly who is nothing."
Walking out the door, I pulled out my phone and texted my billionaire father.
"I'm in. Announce the merger."
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Chapter 3
Isolde Park POV:
The next morning, I moved like a ghost through the apartment, gathering my few belongings. My "poor girl" persona meant I didn't have much to pack. A small suitcase held my clothes, a backpack my laptop and a few sentimental items. The silver promise ring remained on my finger, a cold reminder of the lie. I would deal with it later. First, I had to sever all ties.
The corporate office building of Apex Corp, Haylie White's domain, loomed large and imposing under a sky as gray as my mood. I stepped out of the cab, the cold wind whipping around me, but I felt nothing. My heart was a block of ice.
I walked directly to Human Resources, the marble floors echoing my footsteps. The scent of stale coffee and corporate ambition hung in the air. As I approached the HR desk, I saw her. Haylie White. She was leaning against the cubicle wall of a junior manager, her laughter echoing, overly loud and jarring in the otherwise hushed environment. She radiated power and arrogance, a shark in a designer suit.
Her eyes, sharp and calculating, landed on me. A smirk played on her lips. "Well, well, Isolde Park. Or should I say, 'Isabella Pierce,' our diligent junior analyst. What brings you to the hallowed halls of HR? Not thinking of abandoning ship so soon, are we?" Her tone was laced with mockery, her eyes glinting with malicious satisfaction. She knew. She knew about Ben. She was enjoying my pain.
"I need to resign," I stated, my voice steady, devoid of emotion. I pushed the signed resignation letter across the counter to the HR assistant, who looked up, wide-eyed, clearly uncomfortable with the tension in the room.
Haylie pushed off the wall, a predatory gleam in her eyes. "Resign? Already? But you were just about to get that big promotion, weren't you? Ben was so proud of your 'contributions'." Her gaze swept over me, a condescending smirk on her face. "Though, honestly, I always wondered how someone with your 'background' managed to pull off such complex deals. Must have been a lot of late nights with Ben, hm?"
The HR assistant cleared her throat, clearly wanting to diffuse the situation. "Ms. Pierce, we usually require two weeks' notice. Is there anything we can do to change your mind?"
"No," I replied, my eyes fixed on Haylie. "I require my resignation to be processed immediately."
Haylie stepped closer, her expensive perfume, the same sickeningly sweet scent I'd detected on Ben, assaulting my senses. It was a suffocating cloud of betrayal. "Oh, Isolde. Don't be so dramatic. You'll find another entry-level job somewhere. It's not the end of the world." She lowered her voice, a venomous whisper. "Unless, of course, you're upset about Ben. He spent the night at my place again. Said he needed to celebrate his big win, without his 'poor, ambitionless girlfriend' holding him back."
She smirked, then leaned even closer, her hot breath against my ear. "He said you were getting in the way. Always asking too many questions. Always clinging to him. He preferred a woman who knew what she wanted, and wasn't afraid to take it." With a sly movement, she tugged at the lapel of her blazer, revealing a small, faint bruise on her collarbone. A love bite. A trophy. A confirmation of her disgusting conquest.
My nails dug into my palms, the sharp pain grounding me. My breath hitched, a silent scream trapped in my throat. I forced myself to meet her gaze, a cold, empty stare. I wouldn't give her the satisfaction of seeing me break. Not here. Not now.
Just then, the office door swung open, and Ben Carpenter stepped in, a triumphant grin on his face. He was holding a stack of files, his head held high. "Good morning, everyone! What a glorious day for Apex Corp, wouldn't you say, Haylie?" He paused, his gaze sweeping the room, then landed on me. His smile faltered. His eyes widened, a flicker of panic replacing his smugness.
He saw Haylie, close to me, the defiant smirk on her face. He saw me, standing impassively at the HR desk, my resignation letter in full view. His confident stride faltered. The stack of files in his hand shifted, almost tumbling to the floor.
"Isolde? What are you doing here?" he asked, his voice cracking, the bravado evaporating. He looked from me to Haylie, his eyes darting frantically, trying to gauge the situation.
"I'm resigning," I answered, my voice steady, betraying nothing. I watched his face crumple, the carefully constructed facade finally cracking.
"Resigning? Why?" he stammered, his eyes pleading, desperately trying to regain control.
I met his gaze, a cold, hard glint in my eyes. "I'm just following your advice, Ben. Moving on to bigger and better things. Leaving the 'stepping stones' behind." My words were a double-edged sword, cutting through his pretense, exposing his hypocrisy for all to see. His face flushed with shame, but it was too late. The damage was done. And this was just the beginning.
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9.2
She loved him until she lost herself.
Now, behind locked doors and shattered glass, she must learn to breathe again.
When she first met Lloyd, he was magnetic and intoxicating. The kind of man who turned every head when he entered a room, who spoke in promises sweet enough to taste. With him, she felt chosen, cherished, and safe.
But safety was an illusion, and love became a weapon.
And slowly, piece by piece, he dismantled her until nothing of the woman she once was remained.
Now institutionalized after a breakdown, she begins to piece together the brutal truth of what really happened in the shadows of their love story. Memories sting like open wounds: the manipulation disguised as tenderness, the apologies that blurred into threats, the desperate hope that tomorrow he'd be the man she fell for again.
Yet beneath the grief and the shame, a quiet rebellion stirs, a vow to reclaim her voice, her freedom, and her life. Because this is not just a story of how she fell apart. It is a story of how she rises.
Haunting, raw, and achingly intimate, Boys like him peels back the glittering mask of a toxic love affair to reveal the kind of darkness that hides in plain sight, and the unbreakable strength it takes to escape it.
8.9
Seventeen-year-old Nina Storm has spent her life running from her tragic past, her dormant wolf, and the dreams of a mysterious man she can't escape.
Raised by her protective father after her mother's death, she has never stayed in one place long enough to call it home. But everything changed when they return to their home, the Moonlight Pack.
Nina discovers that her mate is Zane, the pack's Alpha... a bond that defies werewolf laws and the pack's expectations. Their undeniable attraction is dangerous, and their bond threatens to disrupt the fragile balance of power within the pack.
When an attack on the pack shatters her world, Nina loses everything, including her life. But death isn't the end.
Reborn, her dormant wolf awakens giving her a newfound strength and powers, Nina must navigate a world of betrayal, love, and vengeance as she unravels the truth about her family, her mate bond, and the danger threatening to destroy everything she holds dear.
9.3
My father ordered me to marry into the cursed Vaughn family.
Their heirs were rumored to die young from a mysterious genetic agony. My sister Kayden laughed, saying she wasn't going to waste her youth planning a funeral. So, I became the sacrificial lamb.
When I refused, my father slammed his hand on the table and threatened to throw my dead mother's ashes into the city dump.
"You are a struggling actress with no money and no power. You have no choice," he told me coldly.
To make matters worse, my own agent drugged my drink at a business dinner, trying to sell my body to a sleazy investor just to secure project funding.
I was completely cornered, suffocating under the weight of their cruelty. I couldn't understand how my own flesh and blood could be so vicious, treating me like a worthless pawn to be traded and discarded.
But none of them knew that while escaping the drug-laced dinner, I crashed directly into the terrifying Vaughn heir, Algot.
When his glowing crimson eyes locked onto me during a violent episode of his cursed pain, we discovered an impossible truth: my physical touch was the only cure for his agony.
Looking at the dark bruises he accidentally left on my neck, I chose not to run. Instead, I pulled out the private business card he gave me and dialed his number.
"You need me," I whispered to the dangerous billionaire. "And I am going to use you to destroy them all."
9.7
Sienna woke up in a hospital room, her body screaming from a severe car accident. Through the glass, a man paced with violent rage, a dark shadow she felt absolutely nothing for.
Her friend Julia burst in, eyes bloodshot, dropping a bomb: "He didn't even try to help you." Dante, Sienna's fiancé, had protected another woman, Valeria, in the crash, leaving Sienna to burn alive.
Her past life unspooled – seven years sacrificed, an architecture degree abandoned, all to serve Dante. Her phone was a shrine to him: his photos, his "taboos," and even "Valeria's preferences," with no trace of Sienna herself.
But amnesia brought no heartbreak, only a cold, calculating fury. She felt disgust for the "idiot" she'd been, stripped of dignity. The memory loss was a release, a blank slate.
With chilling resolve, Sienna deleted every trace of Dante. Ripping out her IV, she declared, "The wedding proceeds." Not for love, but as a weapon: "I need to take back everything that belongs to me before I disappear."
7.3
Clara came home from a fourteen-hour board meeting to the sound of a piercing scream in the playroom.
When she rushed in, she found her husband, Chadwick, kneeling on the floor in a panic.
But he wasn't looking at their five-year-old son, Leo, who had a massive bleeding welt on his forehead.
Instead, Chadwick was trembling as he held the nanny's daughter, Autumn, who barely had a microscopic scratch.
"She needs ice. And antibacterial ointment," Chadwick snapped, carrying the nanny's daughter away and leaving his bleeding son behind.
From that moment, the nightmare only escalated.
Chadwick ordered Clara to cook a three-hour meal for the nanny's kid, threw away Leo's favorite toys because Autumn sneezed, and even secretly took the nanny and her daughter on Leo's promised Disney trip.
The final humiliation came at the Met Gala.
Right before their sponsor speech, Chadwick received a frantic call from the nanny claiming Autumn was having a panic attack.
He abandoned Clara in front of hundreds of flashing cameras, sprinting out of the ballroom.
Clara stood completely alone, the humiliation eating through her veins like acid.
She couldn't understand how a father could call the nanny's kid his "little princess" while watching his own son cry.
Why was he treating his own flesh and blood like garbage just to play savior to another woman's child?
Suddenly, the blinding camera flashes were blocked by a massive shadow.
Erasmo Chase, the heir to New York's largest financial dynasty, stepped out of the darkness and shielded her.
"A man like that is unworthy of your grief, Ms. Best," he whispered, pressing a silk handkerchief into her trembling hand.
Looking at the sharp profile of the powerful man beside her, Clara's shock hardened into a lethal, cold fury.
She was going to dump her family's shares, crash the board, and make Chadwick lose absolutely everything.
8.4
Arlene was the illegitimate daughter of the wealthy Boone family, treated worse than a stray dog. To keep her meager scholarship, she had to swallow her pride and apologize to the frat boy who tormented her.
But he didn't just want an apology. He forced her to drink twenty shots of liquor laced with pure capsaicin extract.
"Drink us under the table, or take off your clothes and crawl out."
Arlene drank until her stomach tore, vomiting blood and collapsing on the filthy club floor.
When she dragged her half-dead body back to the Boone estate, her biological father and half-sister didn't care. Instead, her sister ground Arlene's SAT admission ticket into the dirt with her stiletto.
"Throw her out. Dad doesn't want to look at her before Hardie's engagement."
The guards threw her onto the gravel, leaving her bleeding and barefoot in the freezing night.
Arlene sat shivering at a dark bus stop, her dignity completely stripped away. She never wanted a dime from the Boones, so why did they insist on crushing her only way out? And why did Dr. Hardie Boone, the untouchable head of the family, look at her with such a twisted, terrifying obsession?
When Hardie's black Aston Martin pulled out of the shadows, he scooped her up, took her away, and locked her inside his penthouse.
"You carry the Boone name. Whether you live or die is my decision."
Trapped by the dangerous man who demanded total control over her life, Arlene finally realized that simply running away was no longer an option.