After Our Fall, Love Reclaimed

In the fourth year of my complicated relationship with Jayden Lewis, my family went bankrupt. His muse, Selah Martin, seized the chance to quip, “Now she’ll finally learn what it means to face some tough times and tame that spoiled nature of hers.” Taking her advice to heart, Jayden left me stranded in a foreign city. Four months later, beaten down but not broken, I returned to Paris. People assumed I’d continue to hang onto Jayden. Instead, I actively avoided him, returned his gifts, and made a clean break. Jayden laughed with his friends, saying, “I finally got rid of that clingy nuisance.” However, on the day I left Paris, he showed up at the airport looking disheveled, pleading with a trembling voice, “Lilah, stay. Let’s get back to where we were, please?” I smiled with a hint of mischief and pointed to my slightly rounded belly. “Jayden, look, how can things ever be the same?” --- When I returned to Paris, scarred inside and out, Jayden’s assistant picked me up at the airport. As I arrived, the private room was buzzing with chatter. Just as I got closer, I heard Jayden’s voice, “Lilah Rivera has changed; she seems much more subdued now.” “That spoiled streak of hers needed some tough love,” someone chimed in.

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Chapter 8

The wind, which had been howling moments ago, suddenly seemed to pause, as if someone had turned down the volume. Jayden Lewis just stood there, motionless, and after what felt like an eternity, he finally lifted his bloodshot eyes to meet mine and asked, "Lilah, how did it all end up like this?"

I pulled my coat closer around me and ran a hand through my wind-tousled hair. "Are you really asking me?" I replied with a composed smile. "Isn't this exactly what you set in motion?"

"Lilah, that's not it," Jayden said. "I did leave you there, but Selah said her relative would pick you up. She insisted you were too naive and needed toughening up—otherwise, how would you be able to handle marriage?"

"I was so fed up with you at the time, you seemed to be everywhere I turned, and in a moment of frustration, I agreed with her."

"But I never meant for you to get hurt. I thought you might face a bit of difficulty, and then you'd come back home and stop pursuing me..."

"Lilah, did Selah's relative not come to get you?"

The smile faded slowly from my face as the cold wind blew. "Oh, he came alright."

Jayden exhaled, relieved. "I knew it. Selah is always so meticulous and generous in what she does..."

"But do you have any idea what her relative actually does for a living?"

Jayden looked taken aback. "Lilah?"

"Organized crime, smuggling, you name it."

I stared at Jayden with indifference, and in my empty eyes, he saw his own foolish, astonished expression reflected back at him.

"Escaping from him, I nearly lost my life. I lost my ID, my phone, my wallet—everything."

"I was so hungry that I had to fight with homeless people for scraps. I slept under a bridge at night and narrowly escaped being assaulted several times."

"In the end, someone had plans to sell me off to a brothel."

During those four months, I'd cried myself dry. But maybe it was the wind now—too sharp, too icy—that made my eyes sting with pain.

"The only one who reached out to help me during that time was him."

"The father of the child I'm carrying."

"Stop it."

"Lilah, just stop."

Pain was etched across Jayden's face. He stepped forward and grabbed my wrist. "I'll take you to the hospital, Lilah. This child, whose beginnings are so dubious, can't stay."

"Why?" I asked.

He couldn't meet my eyes, his voice low and rough. "If we end this pregnancy, we can pretend none of this ever happened."

"Lilah, I'll take care of you."

"Your mom’s in the States. You don’t have any family here."

"If you stay with me, I'll look after you..."

"Jayden Lewis."

I pulled my hand away, forcefully.

"Lilah, don’t be naive. No one knows about your pregnancy."

"I can arrange for a private clinic. You can terminate the pregnancy, and no one will ever have to know. Your reputation won’t suffer..."

"And then?" I prompted him. "Will you marry me?"

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The cream-colored envelope arrived on a Tuesday morning, slipped under my apartment door like a small, elegant thief. I picked it up from the floor, my fingers brushing against the heavy paper stock, and immediately recognized the Hunt family's embossed crest in the corner. My heart did that familiar, painful skip it always did when anything connected to Maddox crossed my path. I sat at my kitchen counter, coffee cooling beside me, turning the envelope over in my hands. The formal invitation inside was written in calligraphy I didn't need to read to understand. Maddox Hunt's engagement party. Aboard his family's yacht in the Hamptons. This weekend. I pressed my fingertips together, a habit I'd developed as a child when trying to hold myself together. Eight years of loving him in silence, of being his closest friend but never quite his love, had led to this moment.

Billionaire Modern Romance

8.5

After My Husband Gave My CEO Position to His Mistress

8.5

The Spencer Group's annual gala was always a spectacle, but tonight it felt different. The Grand Ballroom of the Plaza Hotel glittered with chandeliers and the polished smiles of New York's tech elite. I stood beside Caspian, my hand resting protectively over my five-month pregnant belly, feeling the gentle flutter of our child beneath my fingertips. "Ready for our big announcement?" Caspian whispered, his breath warm against my ear. His hand squeezed mine, and for a moment, I felt that familiar surge of pride in what we'd built together over ten years. "More than ready," I replied, smiling up at him. "The Stardust chip is going to revolutionize everything." The room hushed as Caspian approached the podium. I took my place beside him, my navy gown stretching comfortably over my growing bump. This was supposed to be our moment—the culmination of months of secret development, the crowning achievement of our partnership. "Thank you all for coming tonight," Caspian began, his voice carrying effortlessly across the room.

Billionaire Modern Romance

7.6

Betrayed by Fiancé and Best Friend, My Childhood Sweetheart Came to My Rescue

7.6

My father had a sudden heart attack and was rushed to the hospital. The doctor said that if he didn't have the surgery immediately, he would surely die. I knelt on the ground and begged my fiancé, Goden, to help pay for the surgery. But he asked me to sign an agreement to terminate our engagement first. My best friend, Aya, appeared in front of me and said with a sneer, "Do you think about why your family went bankrupt and why your father had a heart attack?" "If you want to blame someone, blame yourself for stealing my man." I was in great pain and despair, but there was nothing I could do. With all my bank cards frozen, I had no choice but to beg him. Just when I was in utter despair, my childhood sweetheart, Nicola, suddenly showed up and pulled me up. "Emelia, don't beg him. He doesn't deserve it."

Billionaire Modern Romance

9.7

Bleeding On His Carpet Before Taking His Company

9.7

The freezing rain mixed with the copper taste of blood on my lips as Julian’s heavy leather boot pinned my wrist to the concrete driveway. "Sign the papers, Chloe, or I’ll let Mia drive over the other hand," he sneered, his voice cutting through the thunder. He tossed the crumpled divorce agreement into the muddy puddle where my three-month pregnancy was currently ending. He didn't even look at the dark red pooling around my shaking knees. Mia leaned against the hood of the black Porsche I bought him, laughing through her thick cigarette smoke. She flicked the ash right onto my torn nightgown. They thought they were discarding a useless, pathetic trophy wife who knew nothing but cooking and waiting. Julian built his billion-dollar Vanguard Tech empire on a revolutionary mystery algorithm. An algorithm he proudly told the press he wrote during grueling late nights in his office. He completely forgot I was the one who actually coded every single line while he slept off his hangovers. He forgot the master patent wasn't in his name, but registered to a ghost shell corporation in Geneva. I dragged my numb, broken fingers across the wet asphalt, leaving a bloody streak on the signature line. "Good girl," he spat, turning his back on me to pull my stepsister into a deep kiss. I didn't call an ambulance when their taillights faded into the violent storm. I pulled out my hidden burner phone with trembling hands and dialed a sequence of numbers I hadn't touched in three years. The line clicked open with heavy, encrypted static that made my heart hammer against my ribs. "Initiate protocol zero," I whispered, pressing my free hand against my cramping stomach to hold the tearing pain inside. "Welcome back, Madam Architect," the cold, mechanical voice on the other end replied. Tomorrow night is the exclusive Vanguard Tech Gala, where Julian plans to announce his massive global merger. He desperately needs the physical signature of his anonymous majority shareholder to close the billion-dollar deal. He expects a frail old Swiss banker to walk through those towering mahogany doors and hand him the crown. I adjust the thin silk strap of my crimson dress, carefully covering the fresh gauze bandage on my collarbone. The heavy gold insignia ring of the Vanguard board rests freezing cold against my index knuckle. I can hear Julian's arrogant voice over the microphone, boasting about his genius intellect to the crowd of investors. I signal the security detail standing in the shadows to step back. I push the massive double doors open, letting the loud ballroom music violently spill into the silent hallway. Julian turns around on the stage, his crystal champagne glass stopping halfway to his mouth.

Billionaire Modern Romance

9.6

The Billionaire Alpha Contract Lover

9.6

The day I found out I was dying, Alpha Griffon Knight broke up with me. Our relationship was a contract, but when his true love came back, he didn’t need me anymore. He canceled our contract and told me to get lost. I thought that after five years, his frozen heart would thaw for me. How wrong I was. So I packed my things and left. Without telling him… I only had three months left to live. Griffon Knight’s private jet landed at the airport at 7:00 p.m., just as the sun was starting to set, vivid orange and red giving way to the bright light of the moon. Within a half hour of his arrival, he requested that I be brought to his downtown penthouse.

Billionaire Romance Werewolf

9.3

The Billionaire's Greatest Loss: Ex Wife Please Come Back

9.3

Serena Vaughn was once the invisible wife of Damien Blackwood, a ruthless billionaire who only treated her as nothing more than a trophy. When he humiliates her one too many times, she walks away, ignoring the world's bets that she'll come crawling back. But Serena isn't broken, she's a dormant storm. Months later, she resurfaces as the CEO of a revolutionary tech empire, her brilliance was undeniable. The same society that mocked her now clamors for her favor, including a Nobel-winning scientist, a Wall Street titan, and Hollywood's biggest star all scrambling to be the new man in her life. But Damien isn't ready to let go. When he corners her, demanding to know if her child is his, Serena's icy reply shatters him. "That's none of your business, ex-husband, step aside!" Now, the war is on. Old enemies circle like vultures, but Serena is no longer prey. One by one, they fall, until only one question remains. How far will a broken man go when the woman he discarded becomes the queen of his ruin?

Billionaire Modern Romance

After Our Fall, Love Reclaimed

Chapter 8

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