FALLING FOR MY MOM'S FIANCÉ
I didn't hear it from my mother or from family... I saw it online, just like everyone else. A headline, a picture, a ring on her finger. And the man standing beside her? Philip Davenport. Billionaire. CEO. Untouchable. The kind of man who takes what he wants and keeps it. Including my mother.
I was supposed to hate him-the man who replaced my father, the man I swore I'd destroy. So I made a plan: get close, get under his skin, make him want me... then watch everything fall apart. It was simple.
Until he looked at me like I was the only woman in the room. Until his touch lingered longer than it should. Until every glance, every word, every moment started to feel like something I couldn't control.
Now I'm caught in a dangerous game of desire and deception, where the lines I drew are slowly disappearing. The closer I get to him, the harder it is to remember why I started. My mother trusts me, my boyfriend loves me, and the man I was supposed to ruin is becoming the one I can't resist, and every step I take only pulls me deeper into something I was never meant to feel.
I wanted revenge. What I got instead was something far more dangerous. And now? I might lose everything. Because falling for my mom's fiancé was never the plan. And if I'm not careful, I won't just lose the game... I'll lose myself.
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Chapter 3
Maya
The silence stretches long enough that someone clears their throat behind me. I yank my dress free from the tablecloth and take a step back, my bare feet sliding on the scattered wine stains.
"Maya." My mom's voice is closer now, she's weaving through the crowd toward me, her silver dress catching the light with every step. "I didn't think you'd come. I'm so glad you did."
"I didn't come for you." My eyes stay locked on him as he moves beside her, his steps slow and calculated. "I was tricked."
He stops just a few feet away, close enough that I can see the way his tuxedo fits perfectly, tailored to every line of his body. He's even taller up close, and the height makes me tilt my head back to meet his gaze. The angle sends a strange jolt up my spine that I push down hard.
"Monica," he says, his voice low and smooth as whiskey. "You didn't tell me your daughter was so... striking. The photos you showed me don't do her justice."
"Don't." The word comes out sharper than I mean it to. My hands clench at my sides, nails digging into my palms hard enough to leave marks. "I don't need compliments from you. I don't need anything from you."
His eyebrows lift just a hair... barely noticeable, but enough to make me feel like he's looking right through me. "I wasn't aware we'd met. I don't believe we've been properly introduced."
"You ruined my family." The words burst out before I can stop them, hot and raw. "You're the reason she left my dad. Don't pretend you don't know what you did. Don't stand there acting like you're some kind of hero."
My mom reaches for my arm, her fingers cool against my skin. "Maya, that's not true, you don't understand what happened..."
"Is it?" I pull away from her touch, taking a step closer to him. "Two months after the divorce and you're engaged to him. How long were you two together before she signed the papers? A week? A month? Did you take her to fancy restaurants while Dad was sitting at home wondering what he did wrong?"
He doesn't flinch. Doesn't raise his voice. Just looks at me with eyes the color of dark coffee, steady and calm in a way that makes me want to scream.
"I understand you're angry," he says, his voice even but firm. "And I understand why you'd blame me. But you're wrong about what happened. Monica and I didn't start seeing each other until after her divorce was final."
"Am I supposed to believe that?" I laugh, but it comes out sounding more like a sob. "You expect me to think you just happened to fall in love with her the day after she left my dad? That's some fairy tale you're selling."
"I don't expect you to believe anything right now." He takes a small step forward, and I can smell his cologne, something intoxicating and expensive like pine needles and rain after a hot day. "But I'd ask you to give me a chance to explain before you make up your mind about me."
"I don't need a chance. I already know what you are."
"Maya, please..." My mom starts, but a voice cuts in from behind us, warm, easy, and identical to his.
"Now, now. No need for fireworks at a party, right? Especially not when there's perfectly good champagne to be drunk."
I spin around so fast my dress twists around my legs.
Standing there is another man. Same silver-streaked hair, same sharp jawline, same height and build. The only difference is his clothes-he's in a dark velvet jacket over an open-collared white shirt instead of a tux, and there's smudges of blue paint under his fingernails. He grins as he looks me up and down, his eyes lingering on the slit of my dress before meeting mine with a spark of something I can't place.
"Wait... there are two of them?"
My mom laughs-a little nervous, a little relieved as she moves to stand between us. "Maya, this is Ethan. Philip's twin brother. Ethan, this is my daughter."
Ethan steps forward and takes my hand before I can pull away, bringing it to his lips and pressing a light kiss to my knuckles. His lips are warm against my skin, and the touch sends a jolt through me that has nothing to do with anger.
"Pleasure to meet you, Maya," he says, his gaze never leaving mine. "Though I wish it were under better circumstances. My brother has a habit of making a bad first impression."
"I'm not the one causing a scene," Philip says, his voice sharp now... sharper than I've heard it yet.
"Causing a scene is better than causing silence." Ethan winks at me, still holding my hand. "Would you like a drink? I promise I'm much better company than this one."
I pull my hand back like I've been burned. When I look at Philip again, his jaw is tight.
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8.1
Content Rated 🔞🔞
This book contains explicit sexual scenes, obsession, morally grey characters, toxic desires, raw emotions, family dramas, dark romance themes, and psychological tension.
Stay off or get burned.
Just kidding! Dive dive in and enjoy the fire.😉😉
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"These sharp lips," he growls against my throat, grazing his teeth on my pulse, "they already cost me my soul. And now they'll moan my name...." his hand drags down my waist, gripping it harder, finding its way to my bare throbbing core. "and learn exactly who they belong to."
*******
One brother owns her future.
The other is addicted to her ruin.
Meeka Clemson is engaged to marry Nathaniel DeWitt, the billionaire heir her family chose, the man she's secretly loved for years. But one reckless mistake changes everything.
One forbidden night with a stranger she should never have touched. A man who held her like he intends to keep her.
Slade is everything she shouldn't want. He's dark, obsessive, scarred and dangerous.
And worst of all? He's Nathaniel's older brother.
Slade doesn't believe in restraint. He doesn't believe in sharing. And the once he tastes Meeka, he refuses to let go.
Every stolen touch becomes a betrayal. Every secret meeting pulls her deeper into the obsession. And the closer the wedding gets, the more ruthless Slade becomes, willing to destroy his brother, his family, and even his own name just to claim her.
Now Meeka is trapped between duty and desire, safety and sin. Between the man she's meant to marry, and the man who will burn the world before letting her walk away.
Because Slade doesn't do mercy, he does destruction, and he possesses. And he'll stop at nothing until she's his.
8.4
For twenty years, I lived as the adopted daughter of the wealthy Hill family.
But today, they forced me to sign a severance agreement and kicked me out so their precious biological daughter, Malia, could marry my fiancé.
To ruin me completely, they framed me for stealing Malia's engagement bracelet, threatening me with prison.
I calmly exposed the "sapphire" as cheap glass, then rolled up my sleeves to show the reporters my scarred, punctured arms.
For two decades, I wasn't a daughter. I was Malia's living blood and bone marrow bank.
They drained my health to keep her alive, even ordering doctors to ignore my failing organs just so she could attend a gala.
"Take this million dollars and shut your mouth," my adoptive father sneered, throwing a check at my feet.
My ex-fiancé looked at me with disgust, and Malia screamed that I was a crazy, vindictive liar.
They had stolen my life and my health, yet they still looked down on me like I was garbage.
I ripped the check into pieces and threw it in their faces.
Just as they ordered the butler to drag me out, a group of men in black suits shattered the chaos.
The heir of the untouchable Montgomery dynasty stepped through the door, ignoring the Hills' fawning, and handed me a DNA report.
I wasn't a disposable blood bag. I was the long-lost true heiress of old New York money.
And now, I was going to take back everything they stole from me.
7.2
I was securing the diamond clasp of my necklace when the security monitor blinked to life, revealing my husband burying his face between his assistant's thighs.
Just an hour later, Dante Moretti stood by my side at the Gala, playing the part of the devoted Capo, while his mistress smirked at me from across the room in a dress that screamed for attention.
I wanted to leave. I had packed my bags, ready to disappear.
But then the doctor told me the news: I was six weeks pregnant with the Vitiello-Moretti heir.
I thought the baby might save us. I thought it would stop the madness.
I was wrong.
When his mistress accused me of betrayal to cover her own tracks, Dante didn't listen to his wife. He listened to the woman warming his bed.
In a blind rage, the man who swore to protect me struck me down.
I felt the sharp, tearing pain in my abdomen before I even hit the stone floor.
As blood stained my pristine white dress, I realized he hadn't just broken his vows.
He had killed our unborn son.
So, when the opportunity came to detonate the gas line and fake my own death, I didn't hesitate.
I let the world believe Seraphina Moretti died in that explosion.
Ten years later, I returned to a city that thought I was a ghost.
I dismantled his supply lines, froze his assets, and watched his empire crumble piece by piece.
And when he was finally on his knees in the rain, broken and destitute, I stepped out of the shadows.
I didn't come back for his money.
I came back to hand him the ultrasound photo of the child he murdered.
"Hello, Dante."
8.2
Alex never expected his anonymous online connection to be Damien Cross, the intimidating billionaire CEO he works for. Three months of late-night confessions. One shocking revelation.
What started as fantasy becomes dangerously real when they can't deny their chemistry. But hidden enemies and buried secrets threaten to destroy them both. When Alex discovers a devastating truth linking their pasts, he's forced into an impossible choice that could cost him everything,including Damien's heart.
In a world of power and deception, can two men build something real, or will their secrets tear them apart?
8.3
I grew up feeling like an adopted child. They made me feel I was not part of them. They said I could not do as good as my sister. They said my younger sister was better in every aspect. It was understandable coming from my step mother. But my step father should have protected me. But he joined them.
That day my sister announced:
"My billionaire, Jordan, has asked me to marry him, and I said yes."
They were all happy and they told me again:
"Laura, learn from your sister. Do something productive with your life."
I took their advice, and married my sister's fiance.
7.1
Bonnie Galvan woke up to the suffocating scent of lilies, staring at the mirror in the exact same seven-figure wedding dress she had worn seven years ago.
In the doorway stood her so-called best friend Itzel and her secret lover Erwin, desperately urging her to elope.
They warned her that her soon-to-be husband, the billionaire Arlington Townsend, was a crippled monster, and marrying him would ruin her life forever.
In her previous life, she blindly believed their lies and ran away from the altar.
Because of her public betrayal, the ruthless Townsend family completely bankrupted her father's company in retaliation.
Erwin and Itzel swooped in as her saviors, only to steal whatever was left of her family's wealth and power.
When she was finally stripped of her value, Erwin pushed her down an icy mountain slope during a brutal blizzard.
With a shattered ankle, she could only watch as Itzel smirked and Erwin coldly walked away, leaving her to be buried alive under the freezing snow.
As her lungs burned and her heart gave out in the agonizing cold, she was consumed by hatred.
Why did the man who swore to protect her and the friend she trusted with her life plot so meticulously to destroy her?
Opening her eyes again, Bonnie was back in the bridal suite, minutes before the ceremony.
This time, she didn't run.
She walked straight down the aisle, looked the terrifying Arlington Townsend in the eye, and firmly said her vows.
"I do."