One mistake and Billionaire's Prisoner
He made one mistake-he chose revenge instead of mercy.
Luna's sharp tongue and careless drunken words should have been harmless. Instead, they mark her as a target for Daimen Blackwell, a billionaire who doesn't forgive and never forgets.
What begins as punishment turns into possession when he forces her into a contract that binds her to him as his mistress-his rules, his house, his bed.
Luna is naïve in love but not in spirit, and her defiance slowly becomes the one thing Daimen can't control. Somewhere between power plays and stolen moments, he wins her heart-only to destroy it.
When Daimen betrays her, Luna leaves with nothing but shattered trust. And that's when he discovers the truth: she is the woman he has been searching for all his life.
This time, the billionaire has nothing left to bargain with.
Only regret. Only groveling. And the hope that love might survive the damage he caused.
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Chapter 2
Encaged within his arms, she pressed her cherry red lips into thin lines.
She could only give up.
In front of this formidable man, she was helpless.
She could not match his gym-trained, athletic body.
Even if, by some lucky chance, she succeeded in escaping his grasp and running out of this room, there was a horde of bodyguards waiting outside. They would bring her back to his feet without him even bothering to order them.
There was no place in this world where she could seek refuge from him.
No matter how much effort she put in or how far she got, in the end, it would just be as much work as flicking a finger for him to get her back right into his mansion.
He would find her, bring her back to his bed and do whatever he desired.
If she truly regretted it right now...she should have thought it before provoking the Devil last night.
Once Luna realised that she could not avoid the consequences of her actions, her gem-like chocolate brown eyes shimmered with determination.
With a heart that had reached conclusion, she lifted her head to meet his heated gaze. But once her eyes landed on that cold, chiselled face and that subtle hint of desire in those eyes...she felt the strings of her heart being pulled mercilessly. The sensation was vivid and overwhelming. Events of last night flashed across her mind.
At that time... when he had held her down... and...and...
Unwanted desire emerged between her legs and spread across her lower abdomen. Luna sucked in a deep breath. Under the quilt, her fists tightened even more. Her nails dug into the flesh of her palm.
Maybe the pain would bring her senses back to her.
Afraid that he might look through what she was feeling, Luna quickly broke eye contact, hiding her lust from his perceptive gaze.
Why was her body giving such a reaction to this man? She didn't like him. Then why?
Wasn't that obvious? Could it be her cousin was right? Was she just a slut?
Her helplessness ended up in a thin layer of unshed tears over her gleaming eyes. She looked even more enticing.
Those conflicting feelings. She could never comprehend them. She hated him. But she desired him. What did she really want? She was still unsure. And in her uncertainty, she had given herself to him.
She thought that after spending a night with him, her feelings would clear up.
But that didn't happen.
She was even more confused than before. Even more directionless.
All of a sudden, her face was grabbed. Actions rough. She was forced to look at him.
The sudden movement forced those unshed tears to roll down her rosy cheeks like colourless shining pearls.
Damien paused. After a moment, his thumb grazed across her cheek. Gentle and thoughtful, removing the tears. But soon, they were replaced with fresh ones.
She had never cried in front of him like this. Not even when he had forced her here. Not even last night.
He glanced at his wet thumb and chuckled darkly. "Why?" Suddenly, the intimate and playful environment dissipated. Luna sensed the change in him.
The shift made her shrink back in fear. The defiance brought an even harsher response out of him. Luna had learned it. Whenever she showed defiance, he would feel an urge to crush. But she couldn't just help herself. Not this time.
He looked at her tearful eyes. Over his face that had always been excessively cold, grew a few layers of frost.
"I asked why?" His voice grew quieter-silence before a storm.
The air in the room felt suffocating
However, Luna didn't respond.
After a long while had passed, and she still made no movement, he moved closer to her. His lips were inches away from her neck. His hot breath brushed her neck, sending shivers down her spine. Shivers that weren't unpleasant.
"Last night..." His voice was low, seductive with an undertone of warning, "Didn't you like it very much?" A hint of repressed anger appeared in his tone.
Yet, his deep, evocative voice successfully rekindled those images that Luna was struggling so hard to suppress.
Those hot, passionate kisses...her moans...her shameless words...
"Please, don't!" She shut her eyes tight, shaking her head, denying those memories from emerging.
No, that did not happen!
"I remember it was you who was screaming my name when I..."
"I said stop it!" Her voice was loud. First time she dared to be so loud in front of him.
Placing her hands over his shoulder, she shoved him away.
Since she was the one who started it, did she think she had a right to act like a victim now?
That shove did it. Damian's lips curled up into a cold smirk. His eyes lost that subtle hint of warmth. The real Devil appeared. That look could make one shit his pants.
And Luna was just a little girl.
Leaning back again, his finger lifted up her chin.
"Is it because..." He asked, peering into her soul as if mocking her, "It hurts?" His other hand slipped under the quilt, travelled across her leg, and ended up resting upon her naked thigh under the blanket.
His warm, strong yet gentle touch made Luna almost jump out of bed. Each and every inch of skin his touch would ignite into flames of desire.
Those feelings were too overwhelming.
Luna instantly put her hand over his, stopping him from proceeding. She tried to pry his hand off, but failed.
Her actions only resulted in the hold over her flesh getting tighter. It was a warning. An immense heat crawled up her core, making her breath unstable. Her hand that was resting atop his, over the quilt, trembled and weakened, no longer stopping him.
She felt her resolve weakening.
No, this had to stop now!
Last night...must not repeat!
"Just what else do you want now?" Luna raised her head and looked into his eyes. This time, the vulnerability in her eyes was replaced with emptiness. "Haven't you already taken everything from me? Aren't you satisfied now? Would you only stop once I kill myself out of desperation?"
Getting such a response, he paused. Knowing that she had finally got him, Luna continued, "Is it my death you want? You might think that I won't take such a step because of my family. But Damian, let me tell you. If you push me over my limits, I won't even care for my family anymore."
Just as expected, anger roiled up within those deep, dark orbs. A deep, terrifying anger. It was as if dark clouds of gloom had suddenly infiltrated the room. The atmosphere had changed so quickly.
Any moment now.
Something was about to erupt.
Luna waited. Keeping her tear-filled yet determined eyes fixated on his face, keeping her small, dainty hand firmly fixed over his hand that was threatening her.
And then, he laughed.
He laughed.
And it was the coldest and chilliest laugh she had ever heard.
"Do you think by killing yourself you can escape me?" The hand on her thigh never left. Instead, it only tightened more and more. To the point, Luna knew that if he pressed a little more, it would leave a mark.
However, his strength never surpassed the limit to actually hurt her.
Suddenly, he climbed onto the bed and pinned her down.
Startled, Luna froze. Only after a moment, she recovered and began to struggle.
"Stop!"
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8.5
For five years, Alena lived as the secret girlfriend of Hollywood's golden boy, Kane Moody, locked away in a luxury penthouse.
Everything shattered when Vanity Fair announced his engagement to a famous actress, quoting him saying it was his "first time finding real love." But instead of letting Alena go, Kane's security team trapped her inside the apartment.
When she tried to fight back, she discovered the horrifying truth.
The entire penthouse was wired with hidden cameras, recording her most private breakdowns to use as blackmail.
His crisis team threatened her sick mother and forced Alena to sign away her life.
He even used her trust fund to secretly buy his new fiancée a $2.4 million emerald necklace.
The darkest betrayal came when she sneaked out to buy emergency contraceptives, only for Kane to call her untraceable burner phone.
"You don't need that," he whispered.
He revealed that months ago, under the guise of a vitamin shot, his private doctor had secretly implanted a three-year contraceptive device in her arm.
Alena was paralyzed with dread, her body violated and her existence reduced to a node in his surveillance network. She couldn't understand why a man who publicly discarded her refused to let her leave his sight.
Desperate, she used a secret work assignment to flee on a private helicopter to an isolated cabin in Aspen. But as the chopper flew away and the cabin door opened, Kane was standing by the fire, smiling as the winter storm rolled in.
8.6
On the night of her third wedding anniversary, Isabella Hart discovered her husband in another woman's bed.
By morning, she was divorced.
Humiliated. Replaced. Erased.
After three years of loving a man who treated her like a shadow in her own marriage, Isabella walks away with nothing but her pride - and a secret she refuses to tell him.
But fate has a cruel sense of humor.
Hours after signing the divorce papers, she accidentally marries the most powerful and dangerously untouchable man in the city - billionaire CEO Alexander Laurent - in a legally binding contract mistake that cannot be undone.
Alexander needs a wife to secure his inheritance.
Isabella needs revenge.
What begins as a cold-blooded deal soon turns into something neither of them expected.
Because her ex-husband suddenly wants her back.
And this time... she's no longer the woman he threw away.
But when secrets unravel and the truth about that anniversary night comes to light, Isabella must decide-
Is this marriage her salvation... or her greatest mistake?
8.1
One contract. Two worlds. Zero room for the heart.
Elena "Ellie" Morrison is a master of the mask. By night, she's the witty, guarded bartender at the city's most exclusive lounge. By day, she's a woman drowning in debt, fighting a losing battle against her brother's mounting medical bills and a past that haunts her every step. She doesn't have time for romance, especially not with a man like Alexander Hartley.
Alexander Hartley is a man who buys what he wants.
As the icy CEO of a global empire, Alex lives by logic, duty, and the rigid expectations of his powerful family. He's already engaged to a woman who matches his status-a marriage of convenience designed to secure his legacy. But when he sees the fire behind Ellie's eyes, he makes her an offer she can't afford to refuse:
Become his mistress. He will pay for everything. But he will give her nothing.
The rules are simple: No public appearances. No expectations. And absolutely no feelings.
But as the lines between their agreement and their reality begin to blur, Ellie discovers that Alex is hiding more than just his engagement. Behind his storm-gray eyes lies a man as lonely as she is. In a world of gilded cages and corporate secrets, they must decide if they are willing to burn down their lives for the one thing that wasn't in the contract...
Love.
9.0
I spent five years acting as the perfect, invisible caretaker for my wealthy family, meticulously managing their health and social standing while they treated me like a ghost.
Then, my nightmare became reality when my brother Alon shoved me out of bed, forcing me to apologize to our adopted sister, Fallon, for a jealousy I never felt.
My parents and brother stood over me, their eyes filled with unfiltered disgust, demanding I play the servant to a girl who was actively plotting my social destruction.
They froze my accounts, stripped me of my dignity, and mocked my existence, fully expecting me to crawl back to them in tears like I did in my other, broken life.
I stared at their entitled faces, feeling a cold, sharp clarity wash over me; they were so obsessed with status that they didn't realize they had just handed the keys to their own ruin to a complete amateur.
Why was I still playing the martyr for people who would watch me burn without blinking?
I stood up, walked away from their chaos, and cut the final tie, leaving them to face the ruthless social elite with a liability they couldn't control.
9.0
I died on the cold delivery table, bleeding out while the heart monitor flatlined.
Through the blinding surgical lights, I heard my husband Damon's cold, final order to the doctors.
"The child is the priority."
He didn't care about my life. To him, I was just a vessel to produce an heir, a tool to fulfill his prenuptial clause and secure his billionaire empire.
While I took my last agonizing breath, he was already planning his future with his fragile, theatrical mistress, Jasmin.
In my past life, when he first brought her into our home claiming she was a helpless victim, I shattered.
I screamed, threw vases, and played the hysterical wife perfectly.
My desperate pleas for his affection only gave him the exact weapons he needed to ruin my reputation, isolate me, and ultimately force me onto that fatal delivery bed.
Until my very last moment, the suffocating pain in my chest wasn't just physical.
I couldn't understand how the man I loved could treat my death like a simple business transaction.
Why was my absolute devotion rewarded with a carefully calculated execution?
But then, my eyes snapped open.
I was sitting on the edge of my king-sized bed, exactly three years before my death.
From downstairs, I heard Damon's voice echoing in the foyer, bringing Jasmin into our home for the very first time.
This time, the scream building in my chest turned to ice.
I didn't cry or throw a fit.
Instead, I calmly swallowed a secret birth control pill, smiled at his mistress, and dialed the most ruthless divorce lawyer in Manhattan.
8.7
Clara Vane had everything-wealth, status, and the man she loved. But on the night meant to celebrate her future, everything was stolen. Betrayed by her best friend Sienna and pushed from a rooftop, Clara's life ended in a single, shocking moment.
Then she wakes up three years earlier, given a second chance. This time, she will not be a victim. Armed with the knowledge of the future, Clara watches, plans, and turns the greed and arrogance of her enemies against them. Each calculated move brings her closer to revenge and transforms the innocent girl she once was into a woman of power and precision.
Her path crosses with Alistair Thorne, the city's most feared CEO-a man whose cold, commanding presence makes her pulse race. Dangerous, brilliant, and impossibly alluring, he becomes both ally and challenge, drawing Clara deeper into a world of high stakes, wealth, and deception.
As betrayal lurks behind every door and danger waits in every shadow, Clara must outsmart those who once destroyed her. In a city built on power, money, and lies, she has one choice: rise, survive, and take everything back.