I hate to love you, Mr CEO - 2
Love and hatred are two sides of the same coin but at the end of the battle it is always LOVE that wins. Yet when there is faint peek of revenge added, would there still be a victory of passion in the tussle?
Augustus Martin - a billionaire heartthrob, cold hearted business tycoon, CEO of Sunrise Industries
A teasing snicker on my lips. Angelica Evans, I give you two days of time to hammer out the deal and save your neck from further destruction. Else you know I play the game of destruction quite well
A shadow of the past.....If only you knew 'My Angel', you are always the only person reigning my heart – Augustus Martin
Angelica Evans - A simple and a sweet girl who believes in herself and works hard to attain her goals.
Love to hate you Augustus Martin. I may be the person falling on my knees at the moment but in the peroration you will pray God in begging me for a withdrawal. Welcome to the world of hell.
A glimpse in the gleam....No matter how many times I say I hate you. You are the only person who holds me together - Angelica Evans
Welcome to the game of love and war.
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Chapter 7
Robert
My heart broke into pieces with my daughter’s confession. She loathes me with passion. I am a failure in every relation of my life. My wife left me because I lied to her about my businesses. My parents did not want me as I betrayed their wishes on marrying Margaret. I had no one in this world. Nipping out of my mansion, I lighted a cigarette and allowed the smoke to pass into my system. I took the phone from my pocket and dialled the number which would instantly rid me of the pressure. “I am coming. Be ready in your most sexy wear.”
I drove my Rolls Royce straight to the ‘night queen club’. It was one of the oldest clubs that I owned right since the time I took over my dad’s mafia business. Drugs were freely traded here and many war weapons were smuggled candidly. The club was always unfurled with slappers at every place you have your vision. It was the hub for all my underworld activities.
Lily worked as a stripper here and she was my first fling when my marriage broke with Margaret. She gave me the physical gratification I required and relaxed my senses. Since then I became a man whore. Every day a new girl warmed my bed. I expected nothing from them except to satisfy my physical needs and no strings attached. With the jilt from my daughter I returned back to the place I was before doing meaningless sex.
I went straight to the bar and ordered a bottle of Bacardi 151. It is one of the strongest alcoholic rum available in the world. After a few drinks I began to feel light. Lily came to me after a while swaying her perfectly shaped hips. She was wearing a bright red short lacy frock which hugged her body almost like a second skin. The lacy material on her bust area hardly covered her breasts with her assets plunging out of her neckline.
Exhaling the smoke coming between my lips I kissed her alluring lips covered in the cherry red lipstick and took the sip of the drink resting in my hand. She pulled me out of the bar area to one of the executive suites in the second floor of the club. Sitting in one of the comforters of the opulent room I put my cigarette between her lips as my hands worked on her alluring bristols. I took a sip of the alcohol and attached the glass to her lips as I begin to nip on her southern private area. After a while both of us were pulsating satisfied on the bed.
Days scrolled into weeks and weeks to months. During the day I worked on my businesses and at the night I abused sex but would never miss the track concerning my beloved princess. I appointed a driver for her and took care of her necessities starting from a drop. I was reported everyday by my staff concerning everything about her from what she ate for today’s breakfast to the colour of the pillow on which she slept in the night. No matter what my daughter stamps me for, I will always be her caring dad ready to satisfy every wish of hers on her beck and call.
It was Friday and almost midnight. By now my princess will be fast asleep and so I can silently finish my work and get out of the house. I needed to collect some documents required for my business. My daughter did not want to see me. The thought devastated me but I cannot stop loving her. If I need to stay away from her to make her happy then I will do it with my entire acceptance. Hell I am ready to jump into the ocean and die for her if that makes her happy.
I was not in a position to drive my car. I had no plan to go home so I sent my driver away. It was midnight and it unprofessional to call him back so I asked Lily to drive me home to finish my work. I told her to stay outside the house. I did not want any slut to enter my abode especially when my daughter is staying there. I wanted the place to stay sacred but what I saw before my eyes completely paralyzed my state.
My daughter saw everything but to my surprise I found her different. She was loving and tender towards me. Unlike earlier she was concerned about my health and well being just like the daughter that I always wished to have. The next day I promised her that I will be a changed man, a doting father that she wanted me to be. I am now blessed with all riches in the world. I won my daughter’s everlasting affection for me.
Few months later....
It is Thursday morning. I am yet to go to office today as I am still in the kitchen making my daughter’s favourite chocolate cookies. Yesterday my daughter came to my lap when we were having dinner and asked me to feed her. She has sometimes these weird yearnings. I smile at her in affection and started feeding her the chicken nuggets with spaghetti noodles that rested in my plate while I continue to feed myself. After she finished her dinner she did not go to her bed as her usual but leaned to my chest resting her head on my shoulder. I gently ran my hand on her back and asked her what she desired. “Daddy tomorrow is my class picnic. We are going to Keuka Lake. Everybody brings their favourite dish and I want to bring Chocolate cookies. Please can you bake some for me? My daughter asks giving me the surmise of her big blue eyes innocently looking at me. There was no way that I am going to turn down my little princess’s wishes, anything for her. And so here I am in front of the oven baking cookies for my little mistletoe her favourite chocolate cookies. I cherish my new life. Though I miss Margaret, my daughter has a significant role in healing my past wounds without even knowing about it.
My parents decided to call off their disownment for me. Now they are frequent visitors to our house. They spoil my daughter rotten agreeing to her every wish. Not that I am running on a different path. My little princess has a charisma of reining everyone’s heart. The way she giggles pushing her little hands to her lips when she is caught doing something naughty, or it is the time her eyes twinkle when she sees something interesting. She is cute, mischievous and a whole amount of work for me to deal with 24/7. She brings in me the light which I thought I long lost in my life.
Now I am a relived man with a caring daughter and a loving family.
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9.3
Chandler was the secret wife of Avery Osborn, a powerful media heir who kept their marriage hidden to avoid the scandal of her illegitimate birth.
After catching him openly flirting with a rival at a gala, Avery mocked her low status and told her she was nothing without his money.
Instead of crying, Chandler immediately signed a zero-payout divorce agreement, left her wedding ring on his glass table, and walked out.
To numb the pain of her shattered life, she went to a notorious underground club.
Drugged by a bartender, she lost her mind and ended up having a wild night with a handsome stranger she mistook for a high-end male escort.
Panicking the next morning, Chandler transferred her entire life savings of $50,000 to the man to buy his silence, then fled to her corporate job.
But at the afternoon executive meeting, her blood ran cold.
The man she had paid off was standing at the head of the boardroom table. He wasn't a gigolo. He was Brennan George, the ruthless new COO of her company.
Cornering her in the women's restroom, Brennan held up a printed copy of her $50,000 wire transfer.
"Wiring a massive sum of cash to your direct superior after a night together is classified as commercial bribery and solicitation," he whispered dangerously.
Chandler was terrified, realizing she had handed him the exact evidence needed to destroy her career and sue her into bankruptcy.
"Marry me," Brennan demanded coldly. "It's the only way to make this HR problem disappear."
8.6
I spent three years being the perfect wife to tech mogul Cash Ferguson, a forensic accountant playing the role of a low-risk asset to stabilize his public image. My world shattered when I saw a live CNBC broadcast from Sundance showing Cash tenderly hoisting a two-year-old boy onto his hip—a secret son born to a socialite mistress while he was supposedly at a business roadshow.
When I confronted him with divorce papers, Cash didn't apologize; he laughed, calling me a "liability" and weaponizing my mother’s history of mental illness to claim I was genetically unfit to carry his heir. He didn't just reject the split; he locked the penthouse elevator and froze every one of my accounts, reclassifying me from a wife to a piece of disputed company property.
"You came from nothing, Isidora," he sneered, tossing a credit card at me like a leash. "Stop being dramatic. I can afford a pet, but don't think you can survive a day in the real world without my name."
The betrayal turned lethal when I discovered Cash had tracked down my mother’s stolen emerald brooch—my only connection to my past—and bought it as a gift for his mistress. He was using my trauma and my heritage to decorate the woman who had replaced me in his secret life.
I realized then that Cash had made a fatal accounting error: he forgot that I was the one who built his shadow accounts and knew exactly where the fraud was buried. He wanted to treat our marriage like a hostile takeover, so I decided to give him a market correction he would never forget.
I escaped down forty flights of stairs with nothing but a burner laptop and a plan to burn his empire to the ground. If he wanted to play dirty, I’d show him what happens when a forensic accountant initiates a liquidation protocol. I’m not just leaving; I’m going to make him crawl.
8.4
For three years, Aletha sold her soul to her adoptive family, enduring a toxic, loveless marriage to Wall Street tyrant Kristopher.
But the illusion shattered when Kristopher brought his crying mistress into Aletha's ER.
He violently shoved Aletha into a metal cart just because she applied standard medical pressure to the mistress's minor scratch.
"If you ever handle her like that again, I will have your medical license revoked."
The nightmare quickly escalated. Kristopher froze Aletha's bank cards, publicly humiliated her, and forced her to hand over a priceless gown to his mistress.
When he was injured in a car crash protecting the mistress, Aletha flawlessly stitched his hand back together.
In return, he dragged her to a freezing warehouse at 3 AM to illegally save the mistress's criminal brother, only to abandon Aletha alone in the dangerous streets of Brooklyn.
Her adoptive parents didn't care if she lived or died. They only called to scream at her, demanding she get on her knees and beg Kristopher to restore their company's funding.
Staring at her bruised reflection, Aletha felt entirely hollowed out. She couldn't understand why her absolute submission only bought her betrayal and abuse from everyone she called family.
But as the tears dried, the fear that had controlled her evaporated, replaced by cold steel.
She opened her hidden wall safe and pulled out the documents proving she was "Lan," the world's most sought-after millionaire designer.
Aletha shredded her family's contract, put on a sharp black power suit, and headed to her husband's company.
This time, she wasn't going to beg.
7.4
For five years, Jodi was the perfect, compliant secret lover to billionaire CEO Armand Taylor.
Then, she woke up to a cold email and a seven-figure wire transfer. Armand was marrying European royalty. The money was a severance package to quietly warehouse her out of sight.
Refusing to be his dirty secret, Jodi invoked her contract's termination clause to leave for good. But Armand wouldn't let her go easily. He forced her to personally train her vicious new replacement, Selah.
Selah immediately tampered with a crucial financial file, framing Jodi for sabotaging Taylor Corp's multi-billion-dollar tech acquisition.
Without a second thought, Armand took the new girl's side. He cornered Jodi in the boardroom, his eyes dead and cold.
"You have three days to fix this. If you fail, I will personally see to it that you go to prison for corporate fraud."
He froze her bank accounts and stripped away her dignity, ready to destroy her life over a blatant lie.
He thought she was just a weak, discarded toy who would break under his threats.
What Armand didn't know was the terrifying secret Jodi had just discovered hidden at the bottom of her bathroom trash can.
Three positive pregnancy tests.
If the ruthless billionaire found out she was carrying his heir, he would never let her escape.
Wiping her tears, Jodi slipped into a severe black silk gown and crashed an exclusive Hamptons gala to intercept the tech CEO herself.
This time, she wasn't playing the obedient lover. She was going to clear her name and burn Armand's empire to the ground.
8.4
Her life was perfect, and her marriage to Rowan Reynolds was everything she dreamed of-until a single picture brought everything crashing down.
Framed for an infidelity she never committed, Channel is cast out by the man she loved while secretly carrying the very child she had waited years to conceive.
As love turns into hatred, Rowan Reynolds transforms from a devoted husband into a ruthless executioner, determined to destroy the woman who once owned his heart.
Just when despair pushes Channel to the edge, a stranger appears in the park-wealthy, cold, arrogant, and dangerously confident. Calvin Blackwood doesn't offer sympathy. He offers a deal.
A contract marriage.
With no time to think and nowhere else to turn, Channel signs her freedom away to a man she doesn't know, stepping into a future more uncertain than the one she escaped.
Now trapped in a life built on secrets, contracts, and unanswered questions, Channel believes she has left her past behind. But when Rowan realizes she's gone, the game of power, revenge, and love is only just beginning.
8.9
For three years, Aria Thorne was the "worthless" wife of Mark Woods. She lived in a modest apartment, wore thrift store clothes, and endured the constant abuse of her mother-in-law, all to support Mark's dream of becoming a tech mogul. She believed in their love until the day Mark's company went public.
Instead of a celebration, Aria is met with divorce papers and a cold confession, Mark has been seeing his childhood sweetheart, a famous socialite, and he needs a wife who can "elevate his status."
Heartbroken but done with her masquerade, Aria signs the papers and vanishes.
The world is shocked when the reclusive "Princess of the Thorne Group" the world's largest conglomerate suddenly steps into the spotlight. Now, Aria isn't just a housewife, she's Mark's biggest competitor. As Mark's empire begins to crumble without the secret financial backing Aria's family provided, he realizes his "simple" wife was the most powerful woman in the country. But now, she has a new man by her side, and Mark will have to crawl through glass just to get her to look at him again.