Kneeling To My Ruthless Billionaire Ex
Emerson worked grueling twelve-hour shifts just to keep her five-year-old son, Leo, alive. Her only lifeline was her partner Alden, who was willing to give up his wealthy family to protect them.
But when Leo's bone marrow completely failed, the doctor delivered a death sentence. The only way to save him was a two-million-dollar treatment, or having another child with his biological father.
That father was Finnegan Mcconnell, the ruthless billionaire who had accused Emerson of faking her pregnancy and abandoned her five years ago.
Desperate for the medical fees, Emerson submitted her designs to Finnegan's company.
Instead of advancing the money, Finnegan tore her portfolio to shreds and trapped her as a prisoner in his estate.
To force her complete submission, he systematically destroyed her reality. He framed Alden with federal charges, leaving him facing twenty years in prison.
Alden's mother stormed into the pediatric ICU, violently strangling Emerson against the wall.
"Beg Finnegan to let my son go! You are a curse!"
Even Emerson's own adoptive mother showed up at the hospital, just to publicly mock her dying child.
Emerson was suffocating in despair. Finnegan already had a beautiful new wife and a five-year-old daughter—absolute proof he had been cheating while she was pregnant and alone.
He had his perfect family. Why did he have to hunt her down and sever every lifeline she had left, just to watch her drown?
With her son's heart monitor fading and Alden locked in a cell, her pride finally shattered.
Emerson walked into the top-floor executive office and dropped to her knees at the devil's feet, but the desperate mother looking up at him was preparing for a devastating revenge.
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Chapter 5
At three in the morning, the small desk lamp in the Brooklyn apartment cast a harsh, yellow glow.
Emerson's eyes were bloodshot. Dark purple bags hung heavily under them.
The trash can next to her drafting table was overflowing with crumpled balls of sketch paper. More rejected drawings littered the floor around her feet.
She bit down hard on her lower lip. Her right hand was cramping violently from gripping the pencil for ten hours straight.
She shook her hand out, wincing at the pain, and immediately picked the pencil back up.
The sound of the damaged door groaning open broke the silence. Alden walked in, pushing aside the makeshift barricade Emerson had placed there. The hinges shrieked in protest, a harsh reminder of the violence from days ago.
He carried two insulated paper bags that smelled like roasted chicken.
He stopped and looked at the disaster zone around the drafting table. He saw Emerson's pale, exhausted face. His brow furrowed deeply.
He walked over, reached down, and physically pulled the pencil out of her hand.
"Hey!" Emerson protested, reaching for it.
Alden ignored her. He placed a steaming cup of black coffee and a wrapped sandwich right on top of her sketchpad.
"You are going to eat," Alden ordered. His voice left no room for argument.
Emerson rubbed her throbbing temples. She let out a long breath and picked up the coffee. The heat felt good against her freezing palms. She took a large gulp.
Alden pulled up a folding chair and sat next to her. He looked down at the paper.
It was a half-finished sketch of a necklace. Black thorns wrapped tightly around a blood-red center stone.
"It's incredible," Alden said softly. He reached out and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear.
For a brief second, the apartment felt warm. Safe.
Then, Alden's phone erupted with a shrill, obnoxious ringtone.
It vibrated violently on the table. The screen lit up with the name: Mother.
Alden's face instantly darkened. He reached out to decline the call.
Emerson grabbed his wrist. She shook her head. "Answer it. She's your mother."
Alden gritted his teeth. He pressed the green button and put it on speakerphone, wanting to prove he had nothing to hide.
Beatrice's sharp, commanding voice blasted through the small room.
"You are attending the dinner at Le Bernardin tomorrow night," Beatrice ordered.
"I'm busy," Alden said flatly.
"You will make time," Beatrice snapped. "I have arranged a meeting with Senator Hayes' daughter. She can bring massive political backing to your firm."
Alden closed his eyes. "I'm not going on a blind date, Mother."
"Stop wasting your life!" Beatrice screamed through the speaker. "Stop playing house in Brooklyn with that poor woman and her dying bastard!"
Alden snatched the phone off the table. He turned off the speakerphone.
"I said no!" Alden roared into the receiver.
Beatrice's voice was muffled now, but Emerson could still hear the hysterical crying and the sound of something glass shattering on the other end.
"If you don't go, I will pull my initial investment out of your firm tomorrow morning!" Beatrice threatened.
Alden's face turned pale. He hung up the phone and threw it onto the sofa. His chest heaved.
The apartment was dead silent. The warmth was completely gone.
Emerson set her half-eaten sandwich down. Her stomach churned violently. She felt sick.
She looked at Alden. Her eyes were completely calm, which was worse than if she were crying.
"She's right," Emerson said quietly. "You shouldn't waste your time here."
Alden panicked. He grabbed her arm. "I don't care about the Senator's daughter. I don't care about the money."
Emerson yanked her arm out of his grip.
"I do," Emerson said. Her voice was like ice. "I will not let Leo carry the guilt of ruining your life."
She pointed to the door. "Get out."
"Emerson, please-"
"I need absolute silence to finish this," she said, turning her back to him. "Leave."
Alden stared at her rigid back. He knew he couldn't win this fight tonight. He grabbed his coat and walked out, slamming the door behind him.
The moment the latch clicked, Emerson collapsed over the drafting table.
A single tear slipped down her cheek and landed on the paper.
She wiped it away aggressively. She picked up her pencil.
She channeled all the humiliation, all the anger, and all the pain into the tip of the graphite.
Two hours later, the final draft of the "Crown of Thorns" was complete.
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Then, at a gala, he publicly announced his engagement to Aubrey Carroll-the girl who made my high school years a living hell.
He trapped me in his mansion, forcing me to become her personal servant. She tortured me daily, culminating in her brutally killing our dog, Charlie, with a garden trowel.
When her friends arrived, they joined in, stripping me half-naked and live-streaming my panic attack for the world to see.
The man who once promised to protect me watched as they destroyed me.
But as I lay bleeding out on the floor, it wasn't an ambulance that arrived. It was the private security of Alexzander Stevens-my estranged, billionaire grandfather.
He revealed I was his sole heiress, and now, we were going to make them pay for every last tear.
8.3
For three years, I hid my identity as a billionaire heiress to build a life with the man I loved. I gave up everything to support Ben's career, believing we were creating a future together from the ground up.
The day before our engagement, I overheard him with his boss, Haylie. He called me a "stepping stone," a poor, simple girl he was using to climb the corporate ladder and get closer to her.
He laughed about our "humble" life and mocked the silver ring on my finger, calling it a necessary prop. He was sleeping with her, taking credit for the multi-million dollar deal I secretly engineered, and saw my love as a naive distraction.
The man I sacrificed my entire world for saw me as less than nothing. My love didn't just die; it turned into ice-cold rage.
So I walked out of his life and straight into the arms of my family's biggest rival.
He offered me a deal I couldn't refuse.
"Marry me," Jaxson Banks said with a smirk. "And together, we'll burn their world to the ground."
8.0
My wedding was tomorrow. I was a crisis counselor who had finally found peace with my loving fiancé, Dexter, and my best friend, Barbara.
A late-night call about a forced marriage led me to a hotel penthouse, where I found them naked in bed together.
It was all a cruel, three-year "savior game." They were bored heirs, and I was their project. They destroyed my career, caused me to lose our baby, and put my mother in the hospital.
They forced me to be a bridesmaid at their wedding-the one that should have been mine.
In front of hundreds of guests, they exposed my traumatic past and then tried to marry me off to a drunken stranger as a joke.
As I stood there, broken, a text from Barbara arrived.
"Your mother saw the livestream. She had a heart attack. She's not going to make it."
With nothing left, I ran to the 20th-floor window and jumped. They thought they had erased me. But my death was just the beginning.
9.5
Bridget left the office early on her anniversary, her pocket heavy with a custom velvet ring box meant for her fiancé.
But when she pushed open the bedroom door, she found him tangled in their bed with her best friend, Chloe.
"Bridget! Wait, it's not what it looks like!" Jacob stammered, his eyes wide with panic.
"Evidence," Bridget stated coldly, snapping a photo of their naked bodies before fleeing into the freezing New York night.
Desperate to numb the betrayal, she got blackout drunk at an underground lounge and threw herself at a dark, terrifyingly handsome stranger.
She woke up in a penthouse suite alone, finding only a limitless black credit card left on the nightstand.
Humiliated and feeling like a cheap escort, she ran away, swearing to forget the nightmare.
But the nightmare had just begun. When she rushed into the office, she discovered the stranger was Jevon Rocha—the ruthless billionaire CEO of her company.
He didn't fire her. Instead, he trapped her in a twisted, obsessive power game, forcing her into his private life and demanding she report to his penthouse.
Bridget couldn't understand why a ruthless billionaire was so dangerously fixated on a low-level employee.
Until she stumbled upon his secret social media account and saw a crayon drawing of a little kid, captioned with a single word: "Finally."
A wave of absolute horror washed over her. He wasn't just playing games; he was hiding a secret child and a messy, high-stakes family drama.
She refused to be the naive collateral damage in a billionaire's twisted life.
Trembling, Bridget hit "Block" on his profile, determined to escape his dangerous web.
7.4
Alaya woke up in the sterile hospital room to a devastating reality: her six-month-old baby was gone, lost in a horrific car crash.
But as the memories crashed into her, she realized she had been reborn. She was back three years before her ultimate death, back to the moment she remembered lying bleeding on the asphalt while her husband, Hardy, shielded his mistress from the freezing rain.
When Hardy finally showed up at the ward, he coldly dismissed the crash as a mere accident and immediately left to comfort his young lover. To make matters worse, Alaya secretly checked her medical files and found a terrifying detail: someone had intentionally slipped beta-blockers into her system, a lethal drug for her transplanted heart. And Hardy didn't care about her dead baby or her irreversible infertility. He only coldly confirmed with the doctor that her heart was still viable.
A horrifying suspicion made Alaya's blood run cold. Why was her husband so obsessed with protecting her transplanted heart while treating her like garbage? And why was his perfectly healthy mistress secretly racking up massive bills at an advanced cardiac hospital?
Realizing she was nothing but a vessel in a twisted, deadly game, Alaya didn't shed another tear.
She packed her belongings, left her flawless diamond wedding ring on the cold marble table, and vanished from their penthouse.
When Hardy finally tracked her down, she threw a thick stack of documents onto the table.
"Sign the divorce papers," she said, her eyes completely dead.
8.2
One night was supposed to be her escape. After catching her ex-boyfriend in the arms of her treacherous stepsister on her twenty-first birthday, Valerie sought the only mercy she could find: the numbing sting of alcohol. But the morning brought no peace-only a shattered spirit, a body marked by a stranger, and a memory wiped clean against her will.
Months later, Valerie is a woman reborn from the wreckage, landing a high-paying role at the prestigious Noir Group. But the dream quickly shifts into a polished nightmare. Her new boss is Ellan Noir-a ruthless CEO whose name commands the city and whose eyes hold an unmistakable, familiar darkness.
When a mistake in the executive lift threatens her career, Ellan offers a devil's bargain: a contract of total submission. To save her best friend Nora's failing heart, Valerie must become his private property, bound to his beck and call 24/7. As office politics bleed into a dangerous game of obsession, Valerie realizes the man who rules her career is the same shadow who owns her past.
Dragged into his world of chaos, Valerie discovers a truth that changes everything She decides to collide with Ellan's business rival y get revenge until she realises she is carrying his child. As she struggles to survive the predators in the Noir family, Ellan fights for his life in a hospital bed. With a baby's life hanging in the balance after a lethal post-birth injection, Valerie must decide if she can save the man who broke her-or if their twisted fate will end in tragedy.