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His Betrayal, Her Revenge- Seducing J'onn Condex Novel Cover

His Betrayal, Her Revenge- Seducing J'onn Condex

~⚠️ WARNING: 18+ ADULT CONTENT- This is a high-heat, explicit Billionaire Erotic Romance. It contains themes of extreme betrayal, family scandal, obsessive dominance, and raw, taboo desire. Intended for mature audiences who want their romance dark, their Alphas ruthless, and their revenge served in the bedroom. Reader discretion advised. ------ 1. His Betrayal, Her Revenge: Seducing J'onn Condex (Chapters 1-156) He took her body. Then he erased her name. Bonnie Shawn was never meant to fall for her boss. But one reckless night in J'onn Condex's penthouse office-filled with moaned promises, blistering desire, and a diamond ring slipped onto her trembling finger-changed everything. Or so she thought. By morning, the headlines weren't about their secret engagement. They were about his wedding... to another woman. Fired. Ghosted. Replaced. He called her a mistake. Denied ever touching her. Treated her like a dirty secret swept under his marble floors. But Bonnie didn't just walk away. She carried his child. Five years later, Bonnie is back- fiercer, ruthless, wrapped in power and stilettos. And she's not alone. The little girl beside her has his gray eyes and none of his shame. > Bonnie (smirking): "Remember me now, J'onn?" J'onn (hoarse): "I never forgot. I tried. God help me, I tried." Now, the billionaire who once discarded her is about to fall to his knees. And this time, Bonnie's not just the girl he burned- She's the flame. 2. The Child He Raised Alone (Chapters 157-229) _A legacy of secrets, a daughter’s truth._ Follow Natasha, J’onn and Bonnie’s daughter, as she forges her own path. But when the weight of her parents’ choices crashes down, it’s her husband who’ll face the storm. Prepare for a twist that flips the script. 3. The CEO Wants Me: Heiress Has Risen Again (Chapters 230-End) Claire Harrington grew up in the shadow of Eleanor Harrington, her mother-the woman who built one of Ashford City's most feared media empires. Eleanor exposed scandals, toppled rivals, and destroyed reputations without blinking. When Eleanor died suddenly, her empire collapsed in flames of lawsuits and corruption, dragging Claire into the ashes. At her lowest, Claire thought she had found salvation in Adrian Blackwood, CEO of Blackwood Corporation. But Adrian never wanted salvation for her. He wanted revenge. Years ago, Eleanor Harrington's media empire had smeared his father, driving him to ruin and an early death. Adrian saw Claire not as a wife, but as a weapon for payback. "You married me out of love?" Claire whispered on the night he revealed the truth. Adrian's eyes were cold. "Love? No, Claire. I married you so every time you look at me, you remember the price of your mother's sins." Humiliated and discarded, Claire refuses to be broken. With nothing left, she claws her way into Whitestone Media, a struggling independent newsroom. There she begins to rebuild herself, learning the very weapons her mother once wielded-truth, influence, and scandal. Her allies are few. Olivia Price, a sharp-witted colleague who refuses to let Claire give up. Ryan Gallagher, a racer turned whistleblower, whose loyalty challenges Adrian's claim on her. Yet Adrian never lets her go. Every time Claire rises, he drags her back into his world of power plays and media wars. "Publish another word against me, Claire, and I'll bury you," Adrian warns, pinning her with the same intensity that once undid her. She lifts her chin. "Go ahead, Adrian. Bury me. Just remember who taught me how to dig." As Felicity Monroe, Adrian's ambitious fiancée, maneuvers to secure her place beside him, Claire unearths shocking secrets about Eleanor's empire. The Harrington legacy hides more than scandal-it holds the truth about Adrian's family's destruction, and the possibility that he, too, has been IF YOU LOVE THIS MY STORY, I BET YOU WILL LOVE THIS ONES, SEARCH IT ON ROCNOVEL AND TELL ME WHAT YOU THING-- Ex- fiance's Regret 1-3 TASTE OF A BROKEN LUNA WICKED PROVIDENCE COLD COMMAND-The Secret Son The Alpha King's Two Faced Mate SINFUL DESIRES 1 VANTABLACK VOWS My Husband Called Her Late-night Flirty Pic A Mistake Seduced By His Touch Kiss Me Like You Never Left
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Chapter 4

I had trembling lips and tears flowing down my face as I rushed to my office, packed my things, including the sealed envelope that I wanted to give to him, hoping I was going to make the happiest man alive, but the opposite was true.

I took my handbag and exited my office, and also the office building.

Upon reaching my car, I threw my handbag to the rear seat, turned on the engine, placed one hand on my stomach, and cried.

"I made a promise to you today was going to be an extremely special day since I was going to introduce you to someone extremely special. I could not even fulfill my promise. I am really sorry." I broke down in uncontrollable sobs. I did not know what was more hurtful: the fact that I got fired without any reasonable explanation or the fact that J'onn just rejected me when he literally proposed to me a couple of days ago.

I had never been this lonely in my whole life. I cried and cried until I couldn't cry anymore.

After what seemed like an eternity, I turned on the car engine and drove out of the office complex. I had no clue what was going to happen, but I knew I needed my bed and, for certain, that I needed to cry some more.

I drove to my apartment and reached in about twenty minutes.

"What the heck?!"" I exclaimed with a stuffy nose as I unlocked the car and got out of it. I did not even close my car properly.

There were some furniture and a few household items outside my apartment building that I identified as mine, like my luggage and my clothes.

"What the hell is going on? These are mine. What are they doing here? Why are you f*cking touching my stuff?" I asked the first man I saw.

"Are you Miss Bonnie Shawn?"

"How the hell did you get into my apartment? What are my things doing here?"

"We are following Mr. Condex's instructions. He told us to empty the apartment."

I stared at the man in shock as yet another wave of tears welled up in my eyes. Among everything J'onn had put me through today, I had never imagined he could be cruel enough to make me and precious human being within my womb homeless.

"Please, you can't do this to me. It's my home, after all." I snuffled, my head already pulsating from the amount of tears that had flowed.

"I told you already, ma'am. We don't have anything to do with you. We are only just carrying out the Boss's instructions. And from what I know, someone else is moving in tonight."

"What? My home? Oh, please, I'm sure you all must be mistaking me for another. I'm not a terrible person to warrant J'onn to banish me. It's got to be some sort of misunderstanding."

"Look, J'onn and I aren't on talking terms right now, but that doesn't mean we won't get back. Now talk to the other men to collect all of my things. Honestly, I don't feel well, and I need my sanity at times like these so badly."

"If you have some complaint against this, I suggest you contact Mr. Condex. We'll stop only if he asks us to. Excuse me."

I watched, powerless; a tear dropped down my cheek as I saw him walk up to the other men, telling them to rush and empty the apartment. I used both my hands to cover my mouth as I tried to muffle my sobbing as I watched more of my belongings being carried out.

Having seen that there was nothing I could do for now, I ran to my car, went in, looked for my handbag at the back seat, fetched my telephone, and dialed J'onn.

Please pick up your phone, I wept as the telephone kept ringing. Eventually, it went on voicemail. I repeated on my dialing, but he never picked it.

I cleared the beads streaming down my cheeks with my palm's back. I then started the car and drove out of my estate. To be frank, I didn't have an idea where I was going. The opposite direction of the office came upon me, then reversed my mind because the securities at the entrance would never let me in regardless.

With swollen eyes, I turned and went towards J'onn's home, even though I knew that I was not going to find him there.

It took what felt like forever, but I finally reached J'onn's Estate and parked in front of his home.

I lowered my glass window and punched in what I knew was the code for the gate to open, but it wouldn't.

I remembered that I got an error when I entered the passcode the first time.

"Please No…. Don't tell me he changed this." I muttered as I entered the passcode once more.

New tears form in my eyes knowing what just occurred. I reached for my phone to call Connor, but this time his number wouldn't go through.

I dialed another number, hoping to get some response.

"Hi Zina," I sniffled as the person on the other end picked up the call,

"Zi….Zina, are you there?" I took my phone away from my ear and glanced at it. Hoping that Zina hadn't ended the call.

Seeing that the call was still going, I put the phone back in my ear,

"Hi dear, I can hear you."

"What's going on, Zina? J'onn blocked me!!! " I didn't know when I started crying again.

"He sacked me; he wouldn't even look at my eyes to hear me out or explain to me what I did. I got to my apartment and he ordered that all my stuff be thrown out. I tried coming in but changed the passcode. Why, Zina?

"I did nothing to him, yet he has done nothing but shame me. I must have answers, Zina. This hurt is too great for me to handle." I cried.

"He came to the office with a lady. His assistant said they are getting married this weekend. How is that even possible, Zina? He literally proposed to me just the other day. I didn't do anything wrong to him. I don't know why he's treating me this way." I blurted out all at once as my howling intensified and I entered another fit of sobs.

"Just relax, Bonnie."

"I'm trying to. I just need an explanation. I lost my job, my apartment, and my fiancé all in the same day. Today was supposed to be one of the happiest days, Zina. I needed to tell him something, yet he threw me out of the office. He wouldn't even look me in the face."

"I don't remember doing anything to harm him. I don't know what I did to deserve all this." I cried on the phone.

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