Damian's Redemption: The Billionaire Regret
Aurora Sinclair thought she had closed the chapter on Damian Blackwood, the man she once loved, married, and walked away from. But when he unexpectedly comes back into her life, she realizes their story is far from over.
Damian is the heir to Blackwood Enterprises, a corporate empire built on deceit, betrayal, and secrets darker than Aurora ever knew. For years, he obeyed his ruthless father's every demand, even marrying someone else to keep Aurora safe. But now, he's done playing by his father's rules. He's ready to reclaim the company his late mother built, expose the crimes that destroyed his family, and protect the woman he's never stopped loving.
As old wounds reopen and dangerous enemies close in, Damian and Aurora are drawn together once more and bound by passion, loyalty, and a shared determination to end the nightmare once and for all. But with betrayal around every corner, they must face a chilling question: can they survive the past... and have a future together?
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Chapter 9
"Why do you want to go home tomorrow?" Damian asked, he masked his excitement with curiosity really well as he took her hand. She shrugged, "Nothing really, Dubai is pretty boring. We should've gone to Japan instead."
Damian raised an eyebrow, he searched her eyes for a hidden reason but he couldn't find any. On one hand he was relieved that she just found Dubai boring, and on the other hand, he found himself a little disappointed that she just found Dubai a little boring. He wondered if anything else ever went on inside Selene's head other than materialism. Funny how things turned out but who cares? As long as it worked in his favor in the end.
He then pulled her in for a warm embrace, "You're right, it's indeed really boring here. Why don't you get some sleep? I'll pack our bags after and we'll leave tomorrow. Sounds good?"
Selene groaned softly in his arms, "We'll pack our bags tomorrow. How about we just make this moment count?" She looked up at him seductively, "I wanna do it again..."
Damian sighed, a little smirk on his lips. He then shifted their positions on the huge couch. Selene was now underneath with him hovering on top of her. His strong hands brushing gently on her skin, "Are you sure?" He asked in a low voice,his sharp eyes lingering on her nightgown, "You might wake up late tomorrow."
Her heart skipped several beats at his words, she spread her lips to say something but her words failed her, all she did was swallow and nod. He leaned down and kissed her violently, aggressively. Selene didn't complain because it was just the way she liked it, her hands found his neck and pulled him closer.
The night stretched on in a blur of heated touches and soft moans. Selene surrendered completely to him, her breathless gasps filling the room. Damian took control, his grip firm yet teasing, his lips exploring every inch of her. She responded eagerly, clinging to him, savoring every rough kiss, every possessive movement.
When it was over, she laid sprawled against his chest, her fingers lazily tracing his exposed chest. She sighed in satisfaction, pressing a soft kiss to his collarbone.
"You're in a good mood tonight," she murmured, smirking up at him.
Damian exhaled, he kept stroking her blonde hair in a rhythmic manner, then he asked for the sake of confirmation, "You really don't mind leaving tomorrow?"
She lifted herself onto her elbows, watching his expression carefully. "Why? You weren't expecting me to say it?"
"Not at all." Damian admitted, turning to his side.
Selene shrugged, tracing circles on his chest. "I got what I wanted, Damian. A ring on my finger. Your name attached to mine." She smirked, leaning in to kiss his jaw. "So yeah, I wanna go home early and properly start being your wife, that's way more fun. But don't think for a second that I don't know where your mind has been all this time."
Damian's body stiffened for a fraction of a second, but she caught it.
She laughed, rolling onto her back. "I'm not blind, honey. Every time you think I'm not looking, your mind is somewhere else." She turned her head to look at him. "Tell me, Damian, are you still thinking about her?"
His jaw clenched. "Go to sleep, Selene."
Selene smirked in satisfaction, rolling onto her side and closing her eyes. "Sweet dreams, darling."
Damian didn't sleep for a long time. He laid awake, staring at the ceiling, his mind drifting back to a woman he had tried so hard to erase from his thoughts. But no matter how much he pushed, no matter how hard he tried...Aurora's face still haunted him.
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Aurora paced around the house. She couldn't help but feel a little nervous. It had been 3 days since she spoke with Jaxon and she was expecting to hear from him today. But the day was almost over, she looked at the wall clock, a little after 7pm and she was still yet to hear from him.
Her phone rang, but it was Maywell instead. She sighed, who else was it going to be? Aurora didn't have anyone else in her contacts that she reached out to regularly other than Maywell. "Hello?"
"You don't sound good." Maywell flatly remarked, "Is something wrong?"
"Of course not. I'm fine, my babies are fine." Aurora lightly rubbed her stomach with a smile which faded almost immediately, Jaxon still hadn't called her. She explained to Maywell that she applied for a job and was still yet to hear the company's feedback.
"Oh, I see. Don't worry about it, I'm sure they're taking this long because they're preparing a special place for you." Maywell's words made Aurora laugh, this eased up her mind a little. She thanked Maywell for calling and they wished each other a good night.
A few minutes after putting her phone down, the doorbell rang, her heartbeat quickened, could it be Jaxon? She made her way to the door and she opened it.
She was correct. It was Jaxon. His usual friendly smile plastered on his face. She couldn't help but smile as well. "It's you." She whispered.
"It's me." His calm deep voice echoed.
"Well? What's the update? Did you do your research? Am I qualified for the job or not?" She asked hastily. This made him laugh, "Calm down, Aurora. I believe you have to invite guests into your home if you wanna get information out of them."
Aurora frowned, raising one of her eyebrows, "Seriously?"
"Yes. Seriously?"
She rolled her eyes and moved so he could come in. "Thank you." He said with a cheerful smile.
After waiting for him to sit and get comfortable on the couch, she crossed her arms, "Well? Talk."
He cleared his throat, "Well..."
Aurora's ears perked up.
He continued, "I believe it's customary for guests to receive a beverage before any matter is discussed."
Aurora's face fell, "I didn't make it, did I? You're just here to let me down easy."
Before Jaxon could respond, she stormed off to the kitchen and came back with a can of cold drink, she tossed it at him, "Here's your beverage. Now get out." She said firmly.
Jaxon caught the drink effortlessly and stood up, "Aurora. Listen-"
"Just go away!" She yelled.
Jaxon sighed, he placed the drink down on the table and walked up to her. He placed both hands on her shoulders and made her look at him, "My boss loved it, alright? He personally did his research and found out that you earned your work credits fair and square, so he'd be more than happy to have you come in for a face to face interview tomorrow before he officially hires you, okay? So calm down."
Aurora stiffened, her eyes shining brightly, from the tears that were clouding her eyes, "Really? I'm qualified for the job?"
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Betrayed at the altar. Replaced by her own sister.
On what should have been the happiest day of her life, Amara loses everything-her fiancé, her dignity, and her future.
But that same night, a dangerous man steps out of the shadows with an offer she can't refuse.
Marriage. Power. Revenge.
Now bound to a ruthless CEO, Amara is ready to destroy everyone who betrayed her.
There's just one problem...
Her new husband knows more about her past than he should.
And the closer she gets to revenge-
the more she realizes she may have married the man who ruined her in the first place.
7.1
Warning: R18+
His pierced cock thrust deep, the metal barbell dragging along my G-spot with every relentless stroke, sending shockwaves that made me scream his name. I came again hard, squirting around him while he growled "mine" and filled me bare, hot pulses claiming every inch inside me.
Thirty minutes earlier I'd been drowning in heartbreak and gin at a Mayfair club.
Now I was unraveling in a billionaire's penthouse, owned by a stranger whose name I still didn't know.
One forbidden night.
No names. No promises.
Or so I thought.
One reckless night with a stranger ignites a billionaire's obsession.
Elara thought it was over at dawn.
Damian Blackwood doesn't let go.
When her world crumbles, he offers salvation-with strings: Become his contract wife.
One forbidden night becomes a lifetime of possession...
8.8
Sold for scraps.Saved by a monster. Destined to rule them all.
Faith is a "Dud", a wolfless orphan living in the shadows of the trenches. Treated as a servant by her own family, she hides a mind more brilliant than any Alpha's instinct. But in the process of winning a life-changing scholarship, she is betrayed. Drugged and sold to traffickers by her own aunt, Faith thought her life was over -until she falls from a third-story window and lands on the hood of a car that belongs to the most dangerous man in the country.
Killian Nightshade. Billionaire. Alpha of the Blackwood Pack. A man who rules with ice in his veins and power in his hands.
Killian doesn't do favors. He makes investments. He claims Faith as his "Personal Shadow" to work off the debt of his ruined car. But as he forces her into the shark-infested waters of the North Elite Academy, he finds himself breaking his own rule: Never get attached to the help.
While Faith battles ruthless bullies and the predatory interest of Killian's rival, Silas, a twenty-year-old secret begins to stir in her blood. She isn't just a Dud. She is a legend. And when the girl who was sold for scraps finally shifts, the entire werewolf world will have to decide: Will they bow to their new Queen, or be burned by her fire?
8.1
My billionaire husband, Cooper, was thirty minutes late to my father's funeral.
When the heavy cathedral doors finally opened, he wasn't there to comfort me. He was tightly shielding his mistress, Celeste, under his umbrella, treating her like a fragile lily while I stood alone in my black mourning dress.
The whispers in the pews were deafening, but they were nothing compared to the truth I soon uncovered.
Cooper hadn't just humiliated me—he had secretly taken my father's life-saving spot in a medical clinical trial and given it to Celeste's family. My father died gasping for air because of him.
Days later, while I was shivering in the ER with a 103-degree fever, I saw Cooper sneaking into the VIP maternity ward. He was holding Celeste, his face glowing with the ecstatic joy of a man about to become a father.
For three years, I swallowed my pride to be his perfect, obedient wife, only to let his elite friends openly mock me to my face.
"You were just keeping the seat warm until the real queen came back."
He let my father die, hid all our marital assets in offshore trusts, and made me take birth control every single morning, claiming he wasn't ready for kids.
I didn't scream, and I didn't let him see me break.
Instead, I hired Manhattan's most ruthless divorce lawyer, smiled sweetly as I handed Cooper his coat at home, and began secretly gathering the evidence to burn his entire empire to the ground.
8.2
"Stay away from me."
"You're my mate, Emma. That stopped being an option the night you shifted."
"I didn't ask for this."
"And I didn't ask for a hybrid who can bring my entire world down."
Emma Carter thought the worst thing about working for Daniel Blackwell was his cold, controlled arrogance. She did not know that the billionaire CEO she reports to is also the Alpha of the most powerful hidden wolf pack in the country. She did not know that the strange instincts she has fought her whole life are not anxiety, schizophrenia, or imagination.
She did not know she was born illegal.
When a violent attack forces her to shift for the first time, Emma discovers she is not fully human and not fully wolf. She is a hybrid, created in secret and marked for execution under a decades-old pack decree. The Council wants her contained. Rival factions want her captured. Someone inside Daniel's inner circle wants her to be used as proof that the old order should fall.
Daniel should hand her over to protect his pack. Instead, he chooses her, risking civil war and the collapse of everything he built. As enemies close in and buried truths about her mother's research surface, Emma's power begins to evolve beyond anything the wolves have ever seen.
The mate bond between them is real, but so are the lies that shaped it.
In a world that survives on dominance and bloodlines, Emma may be the one thing it cannot control.
9.0
For years, I exhausted myself trying to be the perfect, obedient heiress of the ultra-wealthy Carlisle family.
But my reward wasn't their love. Instead, I was abruptly branded a fake, thrown out of the estate, and sent to a brutal black-site prison to take the fall for someone else's crimes.
My cold CEO brother, Julian, didn't lift a finger to save me. My carefully selected boyfriend, Connor, sold me out without a second thought.
In that maximum-security cell, I was stripped of my dignity. I ate moldy, insect-infested bread, and my soft hands were covered in thick, ugly scars from fighting off murderers.
I watched inmates get beaten half to death over a single cracker, while my so-called family continued their pristine, luxurious lives on the outside.
"She's just a parasite, let her rot."
I died in that dark cell, completely abandoned. The sheer exhaustion of trying to please them, of trying to be flawless, washed over my final moments like a physical sickness.
I didn't understand why my absolute loyalty was repaid with such ruthless cruelty.
Then, water rushed out of my lungs in a violent, burning surge.
I opened my eyes to the pristine blue pool of the Carlisle estate, my body completely unscarred. I had reverted to being fifteen again.
This time, I was done playing the perfect daughter. If my fate was a prison cell, I was going to spend my remaining freedom tearing their perfect world apart.