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 5
Sierra didn't intercede as Luna drank again. After all, the Luna she knew, once she had decided to do something, there was no way to stop her. And today, Luna had decided to waste herself completely.
'It must be because Ethan had never allowed her into clubs before. In defiance, she is behaving this way today.'
Sierra hadn't missed the pained expressions on Luna Hart's face when she was looking at the happy couple dancing.
Sierra didn't care much. Today, she was not here to be a drinking partner but a babysitter to watch over Luna. She just waited for Hart to either drop dead drunk or get tired and agree to leave.
As Luna took another sip from the glass, she heard Sierra's voice.
"Lulu, I'm going to use the restroom." After saying that, Sierra glared at Luna. "So don't you dare leave this spot, or I'm going to ditch you. Have fun finding a lift back home this late at night."
"Why the glare? Don't you even trust me?" Luna pouted.
"Not even a bit!"
"You hurt me, Sisi." Luna clutched her chest as if heartbroken, being dramatic.
Sierra rolled her eyes. "How many shots have you had again?"
"Seven. Not eight. I-I think I lost count." Luna gave a giddy smile. Sierra almost wanted to punch that smile off her face.
"Lulu, this is not a joke. You must not leave while I am away!" Sierra was growing impatient.
First, she had to use the restroom. Second, she had to endure a useless bicker with her. How unfortunate!
Luna innocently smiled at Sierra . "Fine. Go away. I wouldn't leave." She waved with her hand and took another small sip.
Sierra looked at Luna suspiciously. Something about Luna's 'innocent' smile looked not so very innocent.
Feeling the suspicious gaze, Luna whined in a sweet voice. "I promise!" She even put two fingers up.
"You!" Sierra raised her finger, but the need for the restroom made her swallow all the curses she had originally wanted to throw at Luna. In the end, she could only shout while rushing away in a hurry. "You'd better keep your word!"
"Haha. Sisi, did you really believe my promise? How stupid of you."
Luna laughed evilly. Getting up, she stretched. It was very stuffy on the bottom floor; she climbed up to the second floor. It was more refreshing and clearer in there.
She was engaged in her own fun. She had lost track of time when, suddenly, gasps and a slap were heard from the side. Luna frowned and glanced in that direction.
.
.
.
Sitting over a black couch, with his elbow resting on the armrest of the couch and his head propped on his hand, nonchalance was everything that appeared on the man's face. His other hand held a wine glass as he took small sips at intervals. All the people in the club had stepped several steps away from the spot, creating a circle with the couch in the centre.
As if he were some king and everyone else in there was a peasant.
Only his subordinate kept standing by his side with a solemn face. He quietly handed a tissue to Damian. Damian silently wiped his hands clean; his actions held elegance and smoothness.
His eyes shifted down towards the woman who was grovelling at his feet. Coldness was the only thing that emerged from the bottom of his heart and poured into his eyes. Within the chilliness, one could detect slight disgust for the creature at his feet.
"F-Forgive me!" The woman was terrified of being looked at like this. Her appearance was totally ruined. One could tell that originally, she could have been looking quite seductive and classy with her tasteful jewellery and short dress.
But after being slapped and crying, her makeup was totally ruined. Blood trickled down her nose. Her hair was messy and tangled. Now, she looked more appalling and pitiful.
Looking at this, something snapped within Luna.
"I didn't mean to. I only approached Mr Blackwell because I admired you-"
The woman was slapped again by one of his subordinates. She was shut just like that. Her cries echoed on the second floor. The atmosphere grew serious. Even the background music had been shut down long ago. Everyone was holding their breath as if waiting for a great volcano to erupt.
Yet the man in the centre was silent and still like a cool moon on a winter night, giving a gentle glow.
The woman's pitiful eyes looked around as if searching for someone who would volunteer to help her out of her imminent death. Yet, no one stepped forward. Even if there were a few who pitied her, no one would dare to offend the man on the couch.
No one but a certain someone.
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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.