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 8
Two years later....
I was holding a meeting in the office briefing everything to Carson who is my right hand and the other members of our gang. My new project is hacking the accounts of Sunrise industries, nullify all their bank accounts and bring them to paupers looking for a begging bowl.
Xavier Martin the CEO of Sunrise industries is my biggest enemy in the world. Xavier and his parents had been family friends to Margaret's family for last many years. He was the person who was responsible in breaking our happy marriage. He put his detectives behind me, collected data about all my illegal activities and directed Margaret in dissolving our marriage. He not only shattered our lives but also shambled the life of our little princess in pushing her to a broken family.
Angel's class teacher called reporting her sick while I was working in my office looking at the files of Sunrise Industries. Panic struck my system as I receive the message. I immediately ran to the parking lot and fled my vehicle to reach my sick daughter. I called our family doctor on the way and instructed him to be at home while I bring my kid.
I was not going to office as I wish to attend my ailing daughter. There was a lot of labour which required my detailed supervision. So I had to take care of the tasks functioning from home. Working on the study table across my bed it was past mid night when I hear the shuffling of the door knob. My anxiety flared expeditiously. Peeling out of the chair I reach the door briskly.
My daughter enters the room covered in a light pink sweater. Her nose was turning red because of excessive sneezing. Below her eyes were traces of dried tears and her chestnut hair was a mess. Rubbing her eyes with her hands in little fists, "daddy" she cries. My stance tore to fragments in a fleet. I bring her closer hugging her to me. "I cannot breathe, daddy." Her hands wrap around my waist while her head rests of my middle. Putting my palm on her forehead I check upon her temperature.
I cautiously lift her into my arms and rest her head on my shoulder. Her hands instantly encircle my neck. "Baby, don't cry." I coo to her softly kissing her wet cheeks. "Daddy will take care of everything." I console her rubbing my hand on her back to ease her wheezing. She sneezes ones again spitting all over my shirt. Picking a handkerchief from the cupboard I clean her nose and bring out a red liquid from the drawer which smelled like strawberries. Had it been any other person in the world I would have taught him a lesson before he blinks but for my princess I don't disgust even to clean her snot.
For the world outside, I am a dangerous don who doesn't hesitate to kill people within a glimpse of a second. But for my daughter I am as soft as a teddy bear. At times I transform to a super man who can drive away the demons under her bed at night. Sometimes I would to be her friend to listen to her princess fantasies. When she grows older I will be her shield to protect her from all the Casanovas of the world. My daughter is never going date. It sometimes frightens me that she is growing older and one day a handsome prince will take her away from me.
Administering the medicine in her system I pat her back softly taking rounds in my bedroom clasping her to my warm body. I sing to her softly lulling her. After sometime her hold loosens around my neck and I sense her to had fallen asleep. Placing her on my bed gingerly I slip out of my shirt making use of a new one and slide beside my little daughter to pull her to my warm chest covering us in a blanket.
Few days later....
My daughter finished her exams and I was informed by her class teacher to visit her school for a PTA. Clutching her grade sheet in my hands I was extremely happy. My princess excelled in all the subjects. Holding an unrestrained smile on my face, I walk towards the school playground where my daughter was playing with her best friend Sasha.
It was raining heavily since last few days and the school ground was covered with small pools of mud water here and there. I caught the glimpse of my daughter from a distance while my feet moved to her swiftly. She was playing while jumping into a sludge holding a lollipop in her hands while her friend watched clapping hands at her achievement. I see my daughter's big blue eyes twinkling bright as she does her naughty little thing. Her uniform had patches of mud in every place while her long curled ponytails had speckles of dirt all over. Oh she is having a lot of fun doing mischief up my sleeve.
Jumping continuously into the pit her leg twists as she falls down into the slush with a thud and instantly begins to cry. "Ouch" I shout but before my voice reaches my ears I hear another soft shout. Two teenage boys smoking cigarettes were inclined to their bikes observing the girls. One of them throws down his cigarette and immediately rushes to my daughter to lift her up. He brings her into his arms saying soft words into her ears. Grabbing a sucker from his pant pocket he hands it to her. My little girl's teary eyes sparkle in happiness looking at the candy as she stops crying abruptly.
I walk to the place hastily in dread. Plucking away the sucker from my daughter's hands I threw it in a trash can. She begins to cry instantly. I grab her from the young man's arms. I peck her chubby cheeks holding her and tell her. "Princess, daddy will get you a big box of lollipops once we get home but before that you will promise me one thing. You will never accept gifts from strangers. Will you do that for your daddy? She looks at me for a second with her tearing eyes and then nods her head. I push a few tendrils of her hair behind her ear and peck her cheeks ones again.
A few moments later of assessing my daughter in my arms I take a note of the young man standing in front me. I warn him in angry words. "Hey man, my daughter is too young to enter into your teenage bullshit. Stay away from her or else I will chase you like a wild boar and rip the flesh out of your bones." He looks at me miffed but doesn't hesitate to reply. "Sir have respect while you speak to others. I am not a paedophile to run after young girls. She fell down into slush and I was just helping her out of it." Caring two hoods about his resent I glare challenging him to speak further. He looks at me in affliction but before he was about to speak his friend beats to it. "Sorry Sir, I will take care of this." He says and pulls his friend away.
Bloody hubristic juvenile.
While the boys were a few feet away l heard one of them speak to the other. "Augustus, from where did you get the candy for that little girl? I thought you only had cigarettes in your pocket." Augustus shrugs and smiles at his friend. "I bought it for my little sister but felt that blue eyes girl required it more."
Thank god! They weren't thinking of kidnapping my princess.
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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.