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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 5

"Quiet now, my dear."

"I don't know what to do. My whole life is stolen from me in a day. Where do I even start from?"

"Don't cry, Bonnie. You're tougher than you think, I promise you."

Ca….can you please talk with J'onn for me? At least listen to me!"

There was a few seconds of silence between us.

"I'm sorry, Bonnie, but I don't think I'd be any assistance."

"Don't turn your back on me, Zina. You're literally my last hope."

I heard Zina sigh.

"You haven't done anything to irk me, my child, and I don't think you did anything to irk J'onn either. It's a pity that all of these had to take place."

"I need answers, Zina. Where did I go wrong? We used to be cool. Literally, we can't live without each other, and now he wants me out of his life?!"

"Calm down, my child, and hear all that I have to say."

I sniffled.

"You're a great woman and God knows I've been wishing so desperately that you and J'onn would be together. I love you for him and I'm so sorry it had to end like this."

"I'm as shocked as you are regarding everything."

I would have come to greet you or open for you, but I was instructed not to do so. J'onn changed the passcode, and it was obvious that he doesn't need to see you in his premises. I was also surprised by the news about him marrying Ingrid.

As I was aware that he was in love with you, he had never ever invited any other lady to his house. I thought at a certain point that maybe you broke him, but after talking to you, I think that all of this was J'onn's option.

"That suggests that he never loved me. He was just in my life to play games with my heart and to destroy me.".

"Honestly, Bonnie, I never once witnessed J'onn fall in love with anyone as much as he fell for you. He was really obsessed with you and his motives were not with an evil intent. I really wish I could give answers for this transition, but I cannot."

"He has seemingly moved on, and I want you to move on as well. It might not be simple, but I want you to realize that you're stronger than

When I believed my life could not get any worse, there was a knock on the window of my vehicle. I looked to my left and my phone almost slipped from my ear when I realized who it was. My heart began racing and I was forced to end the call when another set of knocks rang out on my glass door. These were rougher knocks.

I did not know if I should call this a dream come true or not. I had never seen Mrs. Condex in the flesh other than on TV and in newspapers. And now that she was standing right outside my car, I did not actually know how to react or if I was even able to discuss my problems with her.

With shaking hands, I set my phone aside, wiped tears from my face with the back of my hand, opened the door, and stepped down from the car.

I was just steady on my feet when a hand came crashing onto my face. Blazing tears forthwith streamed down my cheeks.

Before even I could question what I had done to warrant such a treatment or justify myself, Colna, J'onn's mother, was on me first.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

With lips shaking and hands on my cheek where Colna slapped me, I tried to utter what I'm feeling, but nothing came out from my lips.

"You b**tch, why can't you stay the hell away from my son?"

"You think we're gonna let a gold digger such as yourself come into his life and exploit him? What the hell are you doing in his house?"

I was going to speak or say something—most probably defend myself—when Colna cut me short by raising her hand.

"You, piece of s**t!!! You don't say anything when I'm talking."

I tried to swallow my tears.

"Wait, isn't this the company car?"

"Yona!!!"

She called one of her guards.

With the knowledge of what I was doing, I disobeyed the rule and went ahead to beg.

"Please don't take the car from me. This is literally the only haven that I have. Please, Ma."

Colna ignored.

"Get her things out and drive the car in."

"Please ma, don't do this to me." I pleaded, sobbing.

"Don't even get your dirty hands on me!" Colna sneered at me.

Yona obeyed his Boss's command. He went into what used to be my costly car, opened my handbag, and actually threw it outside the street, my phone hitting hard on the ground.

"Don't you ever come near me, my Son, or my family anymore, do you hear?!?" Colna pushed me aside. I lost balance steps and fell onto the ground on my stomach, experiencing a sudden piercing pain through my abdomen.

I cried out in anguish as I wrapped my hand around my stomach.

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