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 3
It happened too suddenly.
One moment Luna was sitting, leaning against the headboard, trying to strategise her way out of the complicated situation, and in the next, she found herself beneath him, the cold sheets brushing her back as Damian's shadow loomed over her.
Everything happened so fast that she didn't even have the time to breathe, much less react. His strength, his presence, the sheer dominance radiating off him-she felt all of it press down on her in a single overwhelming wave.
And before she could react, warm, moist lips leaned down and claimed hers without waiting for permission.
There was nothing gentle about the kiss-nothing hesitant or questioning.
It was fierce, consuming, almost punishing, as if he were imprinting his existence onto her very soul.
Once the kiss deepened and their tongues intertwined, Luna felt the last of her defences crumble. She fell into that cyclone of emotions she had been desperately trying to avoid for years-fear, longing, confusion, desire. All of it spiralled within her, pulling her down without mercy.
Her hands, which had been gripping his lapel with the intention of pushing him away, betrayed her. Instead of resisting, they pulled him closer, dragging him down to her.
Her fingers moved on their own, unrestrained as they slid up his broad shoulders, into his soft, silky hair.
She tugged him closer, deepening the kiss with a hunger she pretended she didn't possess.
It terrified her-how instinctively, how helplessly her body remembered him.
When he finally pulled back after that long, breath-stealing kiss, Luna's eyes fluttered open. Those deep, endless eyes of his held her captive, pulling her soul into them with a force that made her forget how to inhale.
His gaze was intense-too intense.
There was something raw in it, something unguarded that she had never seen before.
The look he gave her made her instantly regret every reckless word she had thrown at him earlier.
"D-Damian, I am-"
"I won't let anyone take you away. Not even death."
His tone was deep, quiet, deadly serious. The words were not just a threat-they were a vow. A vow spoken by a man who never broke one.
"You belong to me and only me."
Luna froze.
It was rare-so rare-to see Damian Blackwell allow emotion to seep into his words. He was a man carved from ice and discipline.
A man whose coldness could silence a room. If any of his subordinates had witnessed him in this state, with vulnerability flickering in his eyes, they would have believed it was an illusion.
This was the same man who could terrify a veteran soldier with a single calm glance. The same man whose voice, when dipped in frost, could make even the boldest criminals choke on fear.
Yet tonight, he wasn't cold.
He was burning.
He gave her one last glance-quick, sharp, lingering longer than he intended.
Then he picked up his coat, slipped it on with mechanical precision, and without sparing her another look, walked toward the door. His footsteps were steady, controlled. But Luna saw the tension in his shoulders, the tightness in his jaw. He was running-not from danger, but from her.
The heavy thud of the closing door echoed through the enormous room, announcing that he had left her alone once again.
Silence settled around her like a thick blanket. For a long moment, she didn't move. She remained frozen in that same position, her lips still tingling, her fingers still trembling with the memory of his hair between them. She wasn't sure if he had truly left or if he was standing behind the closed door, fighting the urge to return.
But the hallway remained silent.
Slowly, she released a shaky breath and forced herself to sit up.
Pulling the quilt around her body, she rose from the bed. Each movement felt oddly detached, as if she were watching herself from the outside. She walked toward the window-the massive glass wall overlooking the city below. Her steps were soft, almost soundless, swallowed by the thick carpet.
She gazed down at the silent city, glittering like a field of distant stars. Her long, thick hair cascaded down her back in messy waves, tangling around her shoulders, dark and unruly, falling like a veil around her form.
It was daybreak.
The first traces of gold crept across the horizon, softening the edges of skyscrapers with a quiet glow. The room itself was perched on one of the highest floors of the Blackwell Tower-hundreds of floors above ground, secluded from the noise of the living world.
Up here, it always felt like a different realm.
A place where only two people existed.
Luna knew her life would never be the same-not since the day Damian laid his eyes on her. That moment had sealed her fate.
Her life had changed the day she made that grave, irreversible mistake three years ago-when she was only seventeen, naïve and brave in all the wrong ways.
"Damian Blackwell," she whispered, her voice trembling ever so slightly.
Her fingertips pressed against the cold glass. The chill seeped into her skin, grounding her, reminding her of reality. Her lips trembled into a faint smile; not a happy one, but a fragile, helpless one. Remnants of tears still clung to her lashes. Streaks of moisture still stained her cheeks.
Damian Blackwell.
A name that chilled countless people down to their marrow.
A name whispered with fear, respect, dread.
A name no one dared to offend in their wildest dreams.
But she had.
Luna Hart was never a fragile, weak girl. Her appearance was delicate-a rose petal waiting to be bruised-but inside, she carried a strength that refused to break. That strength was her blessing-
-and her curse.
Perhaps if she had been a softer girl, a more timid girl, she wouldn't have made that catastrophic mistake three years ago.
Exactly three years ago, in a dimly lit club past midnight, she had seen him for the first time.
Damian Blackwell.
Back then, she had thought he was... likeable. Yes, likeable. Though she didn't know his name or identity, her first impression was gentle. She had believed he was a man with a cold exterior yet a righteous heart.
How wrong she was.
Fatally wrong.
And she had been running from the consequences ever since.
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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.