His Stolen Kiss, Her Lethal Cure
Elia was an orphan from the rust belt, taken in by the wealthy Chapman family in New York.
To them, she was just a shameful charity case.
The parents shoved her into a dusty storage closet, treating their other daughter Geri like a delicate princess, and mocked Elia as uneducated trash.
When Elia secured her own admission to Manhattan Elite Prep, Geri's jealousy turned vicious.
Geri orchestrated a massive smear campaign, posting anonymously on the school forum that Elia was a violent dropout who sold her body to a sugar daddy to pay tuition.
In the cafeteria, the school's elite dumped dirty milk on Elia's food.
They called her a whore and told her to go back to the streets, while Geri watched from afar with a victorious, innocent smile.
They thought she was just a helpless stray dog who would easily break under their high-society cruelty.
They had no idea she was actually "L", the dark web's most feared hacker, and "The Surgeon", a genius medical anomaly.
They also didn't know she was currently tracking a dying Wall Street billionaire who had stolen her only necklace in a dark alley.
What made these arrogant rich kids think they could destroy a girl who played with international firewalls for fun?
Instead of crying, Elia calmly pulled out her phone.
Within seconds, she breached the school's server, locking every screen in the building onto a blood-red skull.
As Geri's own recorded voice plotting the fake rumors blasted through the PA system, Elia grabbed her bag, stepping back into the shadows to reclaim what was hers.
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Chapter 4
Gorge's hand shot out. He snatched the phone off the table, his fingers gripping the metal casing so tightly his knuckles turned white.
He brought the screen inches from his face. His eyes darted back and forth, scanning the digital watermark, the official school seal, the Headmaster's signature.
His chest rose and fell in rapid, shallow breaths.
"Let me see that," Mavis demanded, leaning over Gorge's shoulder.
She squinted at the screen. Her perfectly manicured nails dug into the back of Gorge's chair.
"This is fake," Mavis shrieked, her voice pitching into a hysterical octave. "It has to be! Gorge, look at it. It's a PDF. Anyone with a computer can make a PDF."
Geri stood up, her chair scraping loudly. Her face was pale, her eyes wide with a frantic, ugly jealousy.
"Elia," Geri said, her voice trembling with barely contained panic. "Forging academic documents is a felony in New York State. You could go to prison for this. Why would you do something so stupid?"
Gorge slammed the phone face-down onto the mahogany table. The loud smack echoed off the high ceilings.
He stood up, towering over the table. He pointed a shaking finger directly at Elia.
"Where did you get this?" Gorge snarled, his face twisted in fury. "Which cheap hacker did you pay to mock this up? Or worse..." His eyes dragged up and down Elia's simple clothes, his lip curling in disgust. "Who did you sleep with to get someone to make this for you?"
The air in the room turned to ice.
Elia's eyes went completely dead. The flat, detached look vanished, replaced by a dark, suffocating pressure.
She took one step forward.
The movement was slow, but the sheer predatory weight behind it made Gorge instinctively take a half-step back. His heel hit the leg of his chair.
Elia picked up her phone. She checked the screen. No cracks.
She slipped it back into her pocket.
"Watch your mouth," Elia said. Her voice was a low, guttural whisper that carried across the room like a physical threat. "I am only staying in this house until I turn eighteen. Do not give me a reason to burn it down before then."
Geri whimpered, shrinking back behind Mavis.
Mavis opened her mouth to scream for security.
Ding-dong.
The sharp, melodic chime of the front doorbell cut through the heavy tension.
Everyone froze.
The butler hurried past the dining room, his shoes clicking rapidly on the marble floor.
Gorge took a deep breath, smoothing his tie, forcing the red flush of anger from his face. He assumed it was a business associate. He couldn't afford to look unhinged.
Mavis quickly patted her hair, pasting on a tight, artificial smile.
The heavy front door opened.
"Good morning," a smooth, professional male voice echoed from the foyer. "I am looking for Miss Elia Chapman."
Gorge frowned. He walked out of the dining room, Mavis and Geri trailing closely behind him. Elia stayed where she was, her face completely blank.
Standing in the foyer was a tall man in a sharp, charcoal-grey suit. He wore gold-rimmed glasses and carried a thick, leather briefcase.
Through the open front door, a gleaming black Rolls-Royce Phantom idled in the driveway.
Gorge immediately recognized the aura of extreme wealth and power. He stepped forward, extending his hand with a practiced, eager smile.
"I am Gorge Chapman. How can I help you, sir?"
The man looked at Gorge's outstretched hand. He didn't take it.
"I am Mr. Vance," the man said, his tone polite but entirely dismissive. "Dean of Admissions at Manhattan Elite Prep."
Gorge's hand dropped to his side. His jaw went slack.
Mavis gasped, her hand flying to her chest.
Geri stared at the man, her eyes bulging.
Mr. Vance looked past them. He spotted Elia standing in the dining room doorway in her cheap jeans and white T-shirt.
Mr. Vance walked right past Gorge. He stopped three feet in front of Elia.
He snapped his briefcase open. He pulled out a heavy, cream-colored envelope sealed with red wax and stamped with the gold crest of Elite Prep.
To the absolute horror of the Chapman family, Mr. Vance bowed his head slightly.
He held the envelope out to Elia with both hands.
"Miss Chapman," Mr. Vance said, his voice ringing with deep respect. "The Headmaster sends his regards. Your official physical enrollment file. We eagerly anticipate your arrival on campus tomorrow."
Elia looked at the envelope. She reached out and took it.
She didn't say thank you. She didn't smile.
"Is there a mistake?" Mavis blurted out, her voice cracking. She lunged forward, pointing at Geri. "My daughter Geri is the student at Elite Prep! This girl is a dropout! She has no records!"
Mr. Vance turned his head slowly. He looked at Mavis over the rim of his gold glasses. His eyes were cold and dead.
"The Headmaster does not make mistakes, Mrs. Chapman," Mr. Vance said flatly.
He turned back to Elia, gave one last nod, and walked out the door.
The Rolls-Royce pulled away, leaving a deafening silence in the foyer.
Elia tapped the thick envelope against her thigh. She looked at Gorge, whose face was now the color of ash.
"Looks like my forgery held up," Elia mocked softly.
She turned and walked up the sweeping staircase, leaving them drowning in their own shock.
Down in the foyer, Geri's fingernails dug into her palms so hard they drew blood. She pulled out her phone, her hands shaking with rage. She opened her group chat with the Elite Prep mean girls.
My psycho adopted sister is coming to school tomorrow. We need to destroy her.
Across Manhattan, in a penthouse overlooking Central Park, Kane Wolf sat in a leather chair.
He stared at a glowing monitor. A red dot blinked over the location of Manhattan Elite Prep.
His special assistant, Lex, walked into the room, shedding the tailored charcoal-grey suit jacket he had worn just moments ago in the Chapman foyer.
"The file is delivered, Boss," Lex reported. "She took the bait."
Kane's thumb traced his lower lip. He remembered the taste of rain and blood.
"Good," Kane murmured, a dark smile spreading across his face. "Let's see what she does next."
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7.9
One night of deception.
A lifetime of consequences.
A bond that cannot be broken.
Nadia Williams is an Omega living in the shadows of the pack she once called home.
Since her father's death, she and her mother, Estelle, have been treated as outcasts by her ruthless uncle, Alpha Edwards. When her mother is framed for theft, Nadia is forced into a deal with the devil.
To save her mother's life, she must become a virgin substitute for her cousin, Danielle.
Her aunt, Katerina, offers a devil's bargain to set her mother free: Nadia must spend one night in the bed of the most powerful man in the country, the billionaire; Alpha Conrad Bradley.
The catch?
She must swap places with her spiteful cousin.
Conrad demands a virgin bride to secure his royal bloodline, and Danielle, Nadia's cruel cousin, has already forfeited her purity.
What begins as a desperate night of passion in the dark spirals into a web of hidden identities and betrayal.
Nadia survives the night and disappears, hoping to bury the shame of the encounter forever.
But fate has a different plan.
Desperate for a fresh start away from her uncle's shadow, Nadia secures a high-level position at Bradley Group of Industries.
As Alpha Conrad unknowingly hires Nadia at his company, an undeniable connection sparks between them.
Conrad is haunted by the scent of the woman from that night-a scent that doesn't match his fiancée, Danielle, but seems to cling to his new, brilliant employee.
As they work side-by-side, Nadia finds an unexpected and beautiful second chance at a life she thought was lost.
Yet, buried secrets threaten to destroy everything.
When the Alpha discovers the woman he truly bonded with, the fallout will be legendary.
8.4
Ayleen Avery was just a struggling hotel worker trying to survive her shift. But during a sudden blackout, she accidentally stumbled into the pitch-black VIP suite of a ruthless billionaire driven mad by chronic insomnia.
Calmed only by her unique natural scent of roses and rain, the terrifying man attacked her from the shadows and forced himself on her. Terrified and broken, Ayleen fled at dawn, unknowingly leaving behind her late mother's antique rose necklace in his bed.
Her greedy coworker found the necklace, claimed to be the woman from that night, and was instantly swept into a life of luxury. Meanwhile, Ayleen was blackmailed into a forced marriage with her attacker—Cassius Doyle—to save her adoptive father from prison. Deceived by the stolen necklace, Cassius believed Ayleen was a manipulative spy. He brought the coworker into their home and paraded her around the master bedroom.
"In this house, you are lower than the dirt on my shoes."
He choked Ayleen, forced her to sleep in a damp storage room, and treated her with violent disgust while pampering the thief.
Ayleen was suffocating in absolute despair. She had lost her innocence, her freedom, and her mother's only relic to a vicious liar. She couldn't understand how this all-powerful man could be so completely blind. Why couldn't he recognize the very scent that had cured his agonizing madness?
Staring at the dark bruises he had just left on her neck, Ayleen wiped the blood from her lip. She would endure this three-month marriage to secure her family's safety, but once the contract ended, she would expose the truth and tear down the fake savior he cherished so much.
7.6
Johana walked half a mile through a brutal blizzard just to secure a tutoring job with the elite Black family.
But the very night she was hired, she received a terrifying call from the ER—her quiet roommate, Hazelle, had been drugged and severely traumatized at a Hamptons party.
When Johana rushed to the hospital, she didn't find the police. Instead, she found a team of ruthless billionaires erasing the crime.
Leading them was Dalton Black, the cold, arrogant older brother of her new student.
Within minutes, Dalton's fixers wiped the hospital's security footage, deleted all digital evidence, and forcefully transferred Hazelle to a locked private psychiatric facility.
"We are ensuring her privacy."
Dalton's voice was devoid of emotion, treating the horrific assault like a minor PR glitch.
His friends mocked Johana's powerlessness, while Dalton authorized a blank check to pay for the private ward, effectively burying the scandal and buying their silence.
Johana stood in the sterile hallway, trembling with a mix of despair and absolute rage.
How could they destroy an innocent girl's life and simply pay to make it disappear? Why was the truth so easily erased by money?
She had no wealth, no connections, and no proof, but she refused to be a victim of their cover-up.
Staring directly into Dalton's intimidating, icy blue eyes, Johana made a vow.
"I don't want your money. I will find out what you monsters did to her."
She thought the billionaire heir would crush her on the spot, but instead, he watched her walk away and quietly ordered his assistant: "Find out everything about Johana Neal."
9.6
Haylie waited nervously at the Wall Street charity gala for her boyfriend Bryan, but a spiked drink hit her hard, leaving her stumbling into a VIP lounge.
There, Chester Steele, the ruthless CEO of Steele Industrial, found her—drugged and vulnerable. What started as a frantic claiming in the shadows ended with him whispering she was his.
But moments later, a security alert shattered everything: data breach traced to Haylie's terminal. Chester's fury exploded. He saw her brush past a Logan Group rival on footage and dumped her in the rain, firing her as a corporate spy.
Bryan answered her desperate call with ice: "It's over." Reporters swarmed her door, branding her a traitor. Arrested at the office by FBI agents, she watched smug coworker Erin wave goodbye.
Thrown in a cell, chained and grilled with fake evidence—offshore accounts in her name—Haylie learned the worst: charges now included her sick father, Ernest, framed for laundering the leak money. Plead guilty or he dies in prison.
Innocent and raging, she couldn't fathom who planted it all—the gala bump, the logs, the forgeries. Why her? Who hated her enough to destroy her life?
Chester burst in, posting unlimited bail but forcing her signature on a slave contract: live in his penthouse, serve him 24/7. As she collapsed in his arms, trapped in his gilded cage, Haylie vowed silently—she'd uncover the real traitor and make them pay.
8.8
Clara supported her boyfriend Leo for four years, paying his rent and buying his headshots while working dead-end extra gigs.
On his twenty-sixth birthday, she caught him in their bed with Veronica, a wealthy producer's daughter who constantly stole Clara's roles.
Leo mocked Clara as a "pathetic, poor stepping stone" who was just there until he got his foot in the door.
Veronica threatened to ruin Clara's career forever.
Clara dumped him, packed her bags, and impulsively entered a contract marriage with a cold stranger she met at City Hall.
But her nightmare wasn't over.
When her mother suddenly needed a $200,000 emergency brain surgery, Clara was forced to take a demeaning extra gig to survive.
There, Veronica and her starlet friend cornered Clara.
They mocked her cheap clothes, ridiculed her new wedding ring as fake glass, and intentionally poured scalding coffee on her feet.
"Well, maid, you better clean that up."
Veronica laughed, forcing Clara to her knees to wipe up the burning liquid while snapping photos.
Clara swallowed her burning humiliation, secretly recording their abuse on her phone.
She endured the pain, desperate for the $300 day rate to save her mother's life, feeling entirely crushed by their overwhelming wealth and power.
What she didn't know was that outside the soundstage, her new contract husband—the man she thought was just a struggling, broke tech worker—was sitting in a sleek black Maybach.
He watched his wife kneeling on the floor, and his dark eyes filled with a lethal, terrifying rage.
8.5
I was rushed to the emergency room with a bleeding head after a horrific car crash.
But while the doctor was stitching my forehead, I heard the nurses whispering.
"The CEO of the Finley Group is upstairs right now, playing nurse to that pregnant actress."
My heart stopped. I ripped out my IV and dragged my battered body to the VIP suite, only to watch my billionaire husband tenderly wipe away his mistress's tears.
I filed for divorce that night and left his penthouse with nothing but a basic suitcase.
Carter was furious. He tracked me down, completely ignoring my injuries, and mocked me relentlessly.
"You're nothing but a breeding tool. You won't survive a week without my money."
When I later collapsed from severe stomach cramps, he abandoned me on the floor because his mistress faked a panic attack over the phone. He even nearly ran me over in the freezing rain as he sped back to her side.
I had loved him in secret for ten agonizing years, pouring my bleeding heart into a novel about my unrequited love. I couldn't understand how a man could be so incredibly cold-blooded to his own wife.
But Carter didn't know I was the anonymous author of that global bestselling book.
So when he tried to use his massive wealth to buy the film rights and give his mistress the lead role, I walked straight into his boardroom, slammed my contractual veto on the table, and finally fought back.