Five Billion Dollar Bride: The Reborn Genius
She was collateral. A silent bride in a five-billion-dollar deal, bound by a contract that stripped her of her name and her voice. He was Austin Walton. A ruthless billionaire who viewed his new wife not as a partner, but as an asset with a depreciating value.
His plan was simple: use her to secure his empire, then discard her.
Her plan was simpler: survive him.
But on their wedding night, something changes. The terrified girl he expected is replaced by a woman with cold fire in her eyes, a woman who can do the math faster than his analysts and anticipate his enemies' moves before they happen. She dismantles her own family's treachery from the inside out, turning his wedding into a corporate battlefield where she is the undisputed victor.
Austin bought a pawn for his chessboard. He's about to discover he married his queen. And in this game of power, the only rule is winner takes all.
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Chapter 2
Austin's hand shot up, wrapping around her wrist before she could pull away.
His skin was cool, but his grip burned.
"Do not mistake my tolerance for permission," he said, his voice lethal. "Do not touch me."
Janey didn't flinch. She didn't try to yank her hand back. Instead, she let her fingers relax in his crushing hold. She focused on the pulse point on the inside of his wrist. It was steady, strong.
He was alive.
"Understood," she said softly.
The car came to a smooth halt.
Before Austin could reply, the door was wrenched open from the outside.
The world exploded in white light.
Flashes from a hundred cameras assaulted the dark interior of the limousine. The roar of the rain was drowned out by the shouting of reporters.
"Mr. Walton!"
"Over here, Austin!"
"Is the merger finalized?"
Austin's face transformed instantly. The sneer vanished. The contempt evaporated. In its place was a mask of cool, detached power. A billionaire's smile.
He didn't let go of her. He pulled her toward the door, his hand sliding from her wrist to the small of her back. His fingers dug into her waist, propelling her forward. To the cameras, it looked possessive. To Janey, it felt like a threat.
She stepped out onto the red carpet. The humidity hit her instantly.
Her heel caught on the edge of the plush carpet. In her past life, she had stumbled here. She had fallen to her knees, and the headlines the next day had screamed The Reluctant Bride.
Austin's grip tightened, ready to hold her up or drag her, he didn't care which.
Janey engaged her core. She shifted her weight, turning the stumble into a graceful lean against his side. She looked up at him, beaming a smile of pure adoration that didn't reach her eyes. Her lips remained sealed, a perfect, doll-like curve. The contract was clear. She was an image, not a voice.
Austin stiffened against her.
"Smile," he hissed through his teeth, his lips barely moving. "Don't speak. You are an asset, not an announcer."
They moved down the carpet, a wall of noise on either side. Janey waved, her movements fluid, mechanical.
Once they cleared the press line and entered the grand foyer of the estate, Austin released her immediately. He stepped away as if she were contagious.
He turned to a man waiting by the entrance. Gavin, his Chief of Staff.
"Watch her," Austin ordered, not looking at Janey. "She speaks to no one. Especially not her father."
Janey felt a surge of bile at the mention of Marcus Roy.
"Austin," she said.
He stopped. His shoulders tensed. He turned slowly, incredulous that she had used his first name.
"What?"
Janey took a step closer. She lowered her voice, pitching it so only he could hear.
"The forecast calls for more rain. You should be careful with the cobblestones, Mr. Walton. They get slick."
Austin's pupils contracted. The air around him seemed to drop ten degrees. His gaze sharpened, boring into her. The comment was innocuous, a pleasantry, but the timing-just after he'd put weight on his right leg-and the flat, knowing look in her eyes turned it into a threat. A whisper of a secret he thought was buried in concrete.
He stepped into her personal space, looming over her. "Who talked? Are you spying on me?"
"I know more than you think," Janey said, holding her ground. She tilted her head, exposing her neck in a submissive gesture that contradicted the steel in her voice. "For instance, I know there is a leak in this wedding."
"Are you referring to yourself?"
"I'm your partner," Janey said. "At least until midnight. Our interests are aligned."
She tapped her temple with one finger. "I'm not just a placeholder, Austin. I can do the math. I'll prove it."
Austin studied her face, searching for the lie. He saw only a calm, terrifying clarity.
Gavin cleared his throat. "Sir, the board is waiting."
Austin broke eye contact. He adjusted his cuffs.
"Don't disappoint me, Janey," he said, his voice devoid of emotion. "Or you will regret ever being born."
He turned and walked away, his limp barely perceptible, masked by sheer force of will.
Janey let out a breath she didn't know she was holding. Her back was damp with sweat.
She turned to the ornate mirror hanging in the hallway. Her reflection stared back-pale, wide-eyed, but alive.
"Okay, Doria," she whispered to the empty hall. "Your turn."
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7.2
I was dying in a rusted warehouse, paralyzed in a wheelchair while the man I loved and my own stepsister watched with smiles on their faces. The air smelled of old oil and damp concrete, and my vision was fading into a milky haze.
Dillon, the man I’d sacrificed everything for, smoothed his custom suit and pulled out a syringe filled with a clear, lethal neurotoxin. Beside him, my stepsister Bianca toyed with my mother’s sapphire ring—the one they’d just pried off my hand while I was too weak to even make a fist.
She leaned in and whispered that my father’s trust fund was already offshore and that they’d sent my husband, Kade, to the wrong coordinates to ensure he’d only find my corpse. Dillon slid the needle into my vein with the chilling efficiency of a man who had done this before.
"This will stop your heart in thirty seconds," he said, sounding as bored as if he were explaining a tax form. Ice flooded my chest, and my lungs seized, fighting for oxygen that wasn't there. As the warehouse lights blurred into white streaks, an explosion echoed in the distance. Kade had come for me, but he was too late.
I died staring at the ceiling, my heart giving one last violent kick of pure, unadulterated hatred. I had been such a fool, believing Dillon’s lies and running away from the only man who actually cared for me. I died with a single thought: if I ever get another chance, I will drag you both to hell with me.
Then, there was nothing. And then, there was air.
I sat up gasping, my silk pajamas drenched in cold sweat. The rusted beams were gone, replaced by a vaulted ceiling and the glittering Manhattan skyline. I grabbed the digital clock on the nightstand—it was five years ago, the exact night I first tried to run away with Dillon.
The bedroom door slammed against the wall, and Kade Mullen stood in the doorway, looking dangerous, furious, and very much alive. I looked at my shaking hands, then at the man I had once hated. This time, I wasn't going to run. I was going to make sure Dillon and Bianca lost everything.
7.4
Standing on the edge of a limestone quarry in the pouring rain, I thought we were just having another family argument.
Then my mother, Ardell, screamed that I’d let the life insurance lapse, and my brother, Hakeem, stepped out of the shadows with a cold, calculating look in his eyes.
I told them I knew the truth—that Hakeem had cut the brake lines on my father’s car—but they didn't flinch. Instead, Hakeem shoved me hard, sending me tumbling into the abyss.
I hit a jagged ledge thirty feet down, the sound of my spine snapping like a dry branch echoing through the rain. As I lay paralyzed and broken, my mother watched from above, asking if I was dead yet, before Hakeem whistled for the starving wild dogs that lived in the quarry floor.
"Nature will clean up the mess,"
Hakeem said, walking away while the first set of teeth sank into my throat.
The agony was a tidal wave, but the rage was hotter, a nuclear hatred for the family that stole my future and the daughter I’d never see grow up. I died in that dirt, consumed by fire and teeth, wondering how a mother could choose a car payment over her own child's life.
But then, I gasped for air, sitting bolt upright in my old trailer bedroom. I looked at the calendar: May 12, 2014.
I was seventeen again, but I wasn't the same girl. Inside this malnourished body was the mind of a world-class trauma surgeon and the elite hacker known as 'Phantom.'
This time, I wasn't going to the quarry; I was going for their throats.
9.7
**Mature Content**
"For you, I can burn the very pack that gave you nothing but pain. I can kill my own nephew for breaking your heart. I vow, Reina, with me by your side, you will believe in love again."
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Reina Ashfall was born an omega into a prestigious family of powerful Alphas. As the illegitimate daughter of a noble Alpha, she was denied recognition and raised as a servant in her own home. Ignored by her father and despised by her stepmother, Reina endured years of humiliation and cruelty for a sin she never committed.
Her only comfort was Zayne Kingsley, her childhood friend and secret protector. He promised to stand by her and shield her from harm. But her happiness shattered the day Zayne was declared Alpha of the Pack. On that same day, Reina discovered him cheating on her with her half-sister.
Broken and rejected, Reina decided to flee the pack. However, that was when fate intervened.
A mysterious and powerful man appeared at her doorstep, Damon Kingsley, an Alpha feared across territories, known for his golden eyes and unmatched strength. Nearly ten years older, Damon claimed Reina as his destined mate. Forced by her family's threats, she agreed to marry him, entering the union with no hope of love.
What she didn't know was that Damon was Zayne's uncle.
For twelve years, Damon had searched relentlessly for his mate, defying destiny itself. With the help of a powerful witch, he finally found Reina, hidden in his nephew's pack. From the moment he saw her, he knew she was the one he had waited for.
Determined to protect her, Damon claimed her as his mate and vowed to give her the devotion, respect, and love she had never known.
9.1
"You're already soaked, aren't you?" Jax growled, his fingers teasing under the hem of her tight janitor dress. "Three of us... and you're dripping before we even start."
Shy, curvy Lila only took the late-night cleaning job for the money. She never expected to become the prize in a filthy bet between the three hottest guys in the dorm.
Cocky Jax, intense Miles, and playful Theo made a wager: the first one to make the chubby cleaner come wins.
But when they discover how easily she gets wet and how desperately she's fantasized about being shared by multiple men, the bet turns into something much greedier.
Now every shift ends with Lila bent over in her sexy uniform, soft body worshipped and passed between three hard cocks - moaning, shaking, and living out her dirtiest fantasy.
She knows it's wrong. She knows it's risky.
But why stop when three gorgeous men are competing to ruin her every night?
9.1
This is a terrifying memory I'd rather never speak of again.
We were just high school students when the town accidentally unearthed a mass grave.
That night, Keegan Wilkerson, the most popular senior, showed up at a party with a trophy: a finger bone he had stolen from the site.
He passed the bone around. Everyone wanted to touch it, just to prove they had the guts.
A day later, Keegan was bedridden with a raging fever, drifting in and out of consciousness. Then he started counting with his eyes closed. "One... two... three..." He counted endlessly.
Soon, everyone who had touched that bone fell ill, in the exact same order.
The doctors called it a rare infection.
But my grandma said it was a curse, and that Wilkerson was already beyond saving.
8.4
I was the pack's lowest Omega, scrubbing floors by day, but secretly waiting for the night my Fated Mate, the Alpha Heir Desmond, would finally claim me.
Instead, he brought home a billionaire heiress and looked at me with cold, dead eyes.
"I choose power," he sneered, rejecting our soul-bond in front of everyone. "An Omega can never be my Luna."
To seal his business deal, he sold me off like cattle to Kennedy Simmons—the "Crippled Alpha" rumored to be a broken, rot-filled monster.
On my last night in the territory, his new fiancée pushed me off a yacht.
As I drowned in the freezing water, I watched Desmond dive in.
He swam right past me to save her.
That was the moment my heart finally stopped beating for him.
They thought sending me to Seattle was a punishment. They thought I would wither away and die in the hands of a beast.
But they didn't know two things.
First, Kennedy Simmons wasn't a monster; he was a King waiting to be healed.
Second, I wasn't a weak Omega. I was a White Wolf, a legend thought to be extinct, capable of miracles.
Three months later, Desmond stood outside my gates, bankrupt and desperate, begging for a second chance.
I looked down from my balcony, wrapped in the arms of my true Alpha, and smiled.
"Get off my property," I commanded, my eyes glowing white. "Or I'll finish what the ocean started."