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 7
What followed that slap was silence.
Pin drop, soul-grappling silence.
It was as if everyone in the club had disappeared. The silence was so intense that only Damian and Luna seemed to remain in that place; the rest didn't exist, the rest didn't matter.
People silently prepared themselves to witness bloodshed in the club.
Damian's face had turned to the side from the impact of the slap.
He was stunned. His eyes were wide.
Luna had done something he could never have expected.
Cole Ramsey, his subordinate, snapped out of his stupor.
"How dare you?! Do you know who he is?" His voice roared through the silence, shaking everyone with fear. Looking at his Boss's terrifying expression, he was not only horrified, but he was also enraged.
How could he let this unspeakable thing happen? If only he hadn't been standing a few steps back, he would never have allowed anything to touch his Boss.
He charged at the insolent girl, his hand reaching into his belt to draw his gun.
Blood was going to be spilt that night.
Yet before he could even touch her, Damian slowly shifted his eyes and shot him a glance.
Cole froze immediately. He knew by heart what every gesture of his Boss meant. Throwing a reluctant glance at Luna, he slowly retreated. The flames of anger in his eyes died out, replaced with something akin to pity.
This girl has no idea what she has done. If Boss doesn't want me to interfere, he's planning something on his own. And if he's planning something... it will be horrible.
Damian looked back into Luna's wild eyes. His expression twisted into a cold smirk. His face remained calm, yet this time, a bloodthirsty, murderous aura surrounded him. He quietly lifted his thumb and wiped the blood from the corner of his split lip.
Seeing his Boss's eerie silence, Cole was certain.
She truly doesn't know what she's done-or the hell waiting for her.
It was only the calm before the storm. A long, catastrophic storm that would shatter that girl's world into pieces.
If Damian had any doubts before, they were gone now; the woman who stood so boldly before him clearly had no idea who he was.
"This is the moment you're going to regret for the rest of your life." Damian's voice was dangerously low. He said those words while staring straight into Luna's eyes, as if making a vow. His expression could freeze a heart and scar a soul for eternity.
For a moment, Luna froze. Her heart thumped violently. For the first time, she felt a stream of fear.
But...
Nothing happened.
Without doing anything, the man left the club-without sparing her another glance.
Luna blinked, confused. Snapping out of it, she quickly knelt to help the woman on the floor. "Are you alright, ma'am?"
"Just get away from me." The woman shot a venomous glare at Luna.
Luna: "..."
"Fine with me." Luna shrugged and rose. Looking around, she noticed the strange atmosphere surrounding her.
The whole club was eerily silent. People threw strange glances in her direction-shock mixed with pity-but none approached her.
Slowly, the club began to empty. Most people left as quickly as possible.
"What is this all about? Is it that serious?" Luna wasn't anxious. That was how people behaved when a big figure was offended. She understood that people were naturally scared of trouble. After all, Luna had experience in this matter, with a history of offending powerful people.
"But isn't this club owned by a powerful tycoon? People shouldn't panic over some regular rich guy. A lot of wealthy businessmen visit this place. Oh well. That man did look... slightly above average."
Shortly after, Sierra arrived. Furious when she didn't find Luna at her spot. Before she could even yell, they were both thrown out of the club. Sierra only managed to hear that Luna had slapped someone. The doors slammed in their faces, and they were blacklisted.
Sierra was so angry that she nearly died that night.
"What the hell, Ya'er?! Why are you impossible! I left you for five minutes-five fucking minutes! And you already managed to slap someone? And not just anyone-someone in VVIP!" Sierra was losing control.
Never had she been so humiliated in her life.
Thrown out of the club. The most famous club in the city!
She didn't know how long the rumours would circulate.
"Important person? Huh..." Luna scoffed. Alcohol always messed with her. As for being thrown out, unlike Sierra, Luna was wild and had a long record of being thrown out of places. "So what? If he's important, does that give him the right to hit a woman?"
Sierra grimaced while driving.
"You don't know the whole story. What if that woman was at fault? Did you even look at her? The way she was dressed-she was probably a prostitute. Maybe she did something unforgivable? Why are you always trying to be a hero?"
"Prostitutes are human too!"
"..."
Sierra: "You just wanted an excuse to get into trouble, didn't you?"
"Even if she was at fault," Luna yawned, leaning back. She was used to Sierra's nagging and didn't take her seriously. "He still had no right to raise a hand on her. You didn't see how cruel they were. I c-couldn't just sit and watch."
And Luna fell asleep.
"And who's going to apologise for humiliating me? What did I do? Who's giving me justice?" Sierra cried, but no one listened.
She grumbled, "The things you do for friendship..."
Still, she couldn't shake the ominous feeling. She didn't know that man's real identity, but the one sitting in VVIP had an aura so suffocating it felt like he could choke someone just by looking at them. Something about him was deeply unsettling.
Only a handful of people in that club knew the truth. Others assumed the VVIP guest must be someone extremely powerful based on the influential people surrounding him.
If those men were flattering him, he must be above them by several levels.
"Nothing will happen. Luna isn't from an ordinary family. Her family has influence-no one can just bully someone with the Hart name," Sierra reassured herself. "Even if that man comes back for her, I won't let anyone hurt her." She softened her gaze at the snoring Luna.
But Sierra had no idea that the man Luna had offended was someone far from ordinary-someone whose prestige and power were unmatched. Someone who was rumoured to see humans as nothing more than insects.
Someone who must be feared and respected, no matter how powerful your family is.
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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.