One Night Stand with the Love Struct Billionaire
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Bella Danvers aka Isabella Powell is a 20-year-old college student who encountered the hot and ruthless CEO of the Rinaldi Corporation, Gabriel Rinaldi. They had a forgetful one-night stand that took a turn for the worst. Will he be able to find her before he is forced into an arranged marriage? Will she be able to tell him the news? Or will they be forced apart?
One Night Stand with the Love Struct Billionaire Chapter 1
Bella's Pov
I'm Bella, a 20-year-old college student. I was adopted from an orphanage when I was 5 years old because the couple that took me in couldn't have children of their own. I don't remember much about my past, but I have two amazing parents Terissa and Ronald, who took care of me and sent me to college. Even though they are not wealthy, they make sure I do not need anything. I didn't have to do any part-time jobs to get funds so all I can do is get good grades so they can be proud of me. When I was in high school I met a wonderful friend, Alissa. She is from a middle-class family. She always kept to herself until I finally spoke to her. She and I enrolled in the same college and have been inseparable since then. We live in the same dorm room.
It was Saturday, 6:00 in the evening when my phone rang. I picked it up and answered drowsily. My best friend Alissa's voice came through the phone.
"Bella, are you still sleeping? I thought you would be awake," she said shouting.
"Shit, I forgot we had plans for tonight. I was tired from all the homework and fell asleep. Give me at least 30 minutes," I replied.
I hurried and got showered and put on a blue tank top, black leather jacket and pants. When I put them on, I realised it was too tight, but I couldn't take them off. I grabbed my leather boots and ran out the door. There she was standing beside her car.
"What do we have here?" She whistled, looking at me, and I blushed.
"I didn't have any more time to change," I said.
"Why would you though? You're looking smoking hot," she said teasingly.
"Alright, enough teasing. Where are we going? You didn't tell me," I said, changing the topic.
"It's a surprise," she replied. "You know I hate surprises, Lissa", I said.
"I know, but this will be worth it," she said, getting in the car, and I followed.
20 minutes later
We pulled up to a club.
"Lissa, what is this?" I asked, confused.
"Isn't it obvious, we're going dancing. We will probably meet two cute guys and get laid tonight. Who knows?" she said, dragging me out of the car.
"But I can't dance, Lissa, and you know this," I said.
"It's my third time doing this, so you will be just fine," she replied, trying to reassure me, but it wasn't working.
She dragged me into the club and pulled me over to the bartender. "Let's have a drink, it will probably give you a little courage."
"Give me two of your strongest shots, please", she signals to the bartender.
"I'm a lightweight when it comes to alcohol," I said.
"I know that's why I'm doing this so you can get courageous and stop acting like a chicken," she said teasingly.
"Stop teasing me," I said, pouting and she laughed.
"Here you go, ladies", the bartender handed us the tequila, and I downed it in one go.
"Damn, that burns", I complained, and Lissa looked at me, astonished.
"Well girl, how are you feeling?" She asked and I groaned. "I feel like shit. Let's get this night over and done with," I replied.
She dragged me out to the dance floor and started dancing. I don't know how a shot could give me so much confidence but I started dancing as well. We started to bring attention to ourselves. Lissa got pulled away by a tall handsome guy. She looked at me and winked but I couldn't care less. I just continued dancing until I felt a hand on my stomach and someone pressing against my back. I was about to turn around, then he pressed against me even harder, and I could feel his dick rubbing against my ass. I was startled, I didn't even know what to do next. He whispered in my ear to continue dancing, and I did. I started to grind on him and he groaned. He dragged my hand and spun me around to face him. I looked up to see a tall, handsome man with black hair and chiselled jawlines. He was breathtaking.
"Want to go for a drink?" he asked, snapping me out of my daze. He dragged me towards the bartender and lifted me up on one of the seats.
"Sure, but please note this would be my second drink," I said.
"And you look so tipsy already?" He said, smiling.
"I'm lightweight, so I don't drink often," I added.
"Is that so?" he said, looking at me in a daze. He raised his hand to signal for the bartender to come over.
"Alex, my usual and a margarita for..." he said looking at me.
"Bella," I said. "For Bella," he added.
"Roger that," Alex said.
"So your name is Bella. That's a beautiful name. I'm Gabriel, nice to meet you," he said, looking at me, smiling.
I smiled back at him and said, "Nice to meet you too."
His phone started ringing and he groaned. "I have to answer this, can you wait a bit? I will be back," he said and I nodded. He walked away and I turned back to Alex. He handed me my drink and told me he was going to serve another customer and walked off. A message appeared on my phone:
Lissa
"I'm going to leave, you enjoy yourself with Mr Cutie *wink*"
I turned off the phone and was about to drink when someone came up to me trying to strike up a conversation. I looked at him, rolled my eyes and turned back and focused on my drink, but little did I know the guy slipped something in my drink. I took a big gulp, and all of a sudden, I felt dizzy. I tried to stand but I was pulled from my seat. I tried to break free but my effort was futile. I was about to scream but he covered my mouth and pulled me to a secluded room in the club. He dragged me into a room and threw me on the bed.
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One Night Stand with the Love Struct Billionaire of Contents
Chapter 1 Ch. 1Chapter 2 Ch. 2Chapter 3 Ch. 3Chapter 4 Ch. 4Chapter 5 Ch. 5Chapter 6 Ch. 6Chapter 7 Ch. 7
Chapter 8 Ch. 8
Chapter 9 Ch. 9
Chapter 10 Ch. 10
Chapter 11 Ch. 11
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When Lila Sinclair's mother is sentenced to life in prison, her world collapses overnight. With nowhere else to go, she is taken in by Sebastian Blackwood, her mother's former lover. A powerful, reserved man who agrees to shelter her under strict conditions.
Lila is placed in his household... and into a life she never asked for, sharing a roof with two stepbrothers who change everything.
Damien is danger wrapped in charm...intense, controlling, and impossible to ignore. Ethan, on the other hand, is steady, kind, and grounding...the only place she feels safe when everything else feels like it's slipping away.
But Lila's situation comes with a hidden clause: her stay in the country is temporary. Within 365 days, her legal protection expires. To remain, she must marry one of the Blackwood heirs.
One house. Two brothers. Twelve months of blurred lines, buried secrets, and emotions she was never meant to feel.
As desire clashes with safety and passion wars with peace, Lila is forced into a choice that could secure her future...or destroy it completely.
8.2
Ten years as childhood friends and three as husband and wife ended in her husband's betrayal, and her brothers' indifference. Diagnosed with mid-stage stomach cancer, Roselyn saw the truth of her life.
She walked away from everything, rising from an overlooked office worker to a leading figure in the tech world.
She outplayed her husband into signing divorce papers. When they met again, he begged, "I was wrong... take me back. I'd give you my stomach if I could."
Her once arrogant brothers pleaded too, but she felt nothing. After all, love that arrived too late meant nothing to her now-she simply didn't care anymore.
As they stood desperate, a man stepped forward and wrapped her in his arms. "Why waste time on them? Look at me instead."
7.8
Alayna was working a grueling catering shift in worn-out heels to support her broke college boyfriend, Caiden, who claimed to be studying at the library.
But through the crack of a VIP suite door, she saw him wearing a bespoke suit and a Patek Philippe watch, sipping expensive liquor.
"It's a little poverty role-play. Keeps things interesting."
He was laughing with his rich friends, mocking her as his clueless "charity case."
To make matters worse, she was forced into a humiliating mascot costume just in time to watch him passionately kiss his wealthy ex-girlfriend.
That same night, Alayna's mother collapsed with gastric cancer, requiring a half-million-dollar surgery.
When a desperate Alayna begged Caiden for help, he refused.
"Why don't you just apply for Medicaid? That's the path for people like you."
For two years, she had starved herself to buy his textbooks, his tickets, and his shoes.
He had stolen her sweat and her sacrifices, all for a cruel game.
The sheer audacity of his betrayal made her blood run cold.
When a billionaire stranger stepped in to pay her mother's medical bills in exchange for a one-year fake marriage, Alayna didn't hesitate to sign the contract.
She slipped the flawless diamond ring onto her finger, opened a spreadsheet, and sent Caiden an invoice for every single cent.
This time, she was going to dismantle his entire life.
8.6
In my past life, the Cerberus strain leaked, turning the world into a blood-soaked hell of rotting flesh and mutated monsters.
I thought my boyfriend Declan and my best friend Hailee would have my back as we fled the quarantine zone.
Instead, when the surging crowd of the infected cornered us, they didn't hesitate.
They shoved me backward into the horde just to buy themselves three seconds to run.
As I fell into the mud, I saw them fleeing without a single backward glance.
"She's dead weight anyway!" Hailee screamed.
"Just keep running, she'll distract them!" Declan yelled back.
I was torn apart, feeling the agonizing tear of rotting teeth sinking into my neck and the hot spray of my own blood.
Before the apocalypse, my greedy uncle had locked away my ten-million-dollar trust fund, leaving me with nothing but a fake boyfriend who only wanted me for my money.
Until my last breath, I couldn't understand how the people I loved most could trade my life for a head start.
Why did I blindly trust them? Why didn't I see through their perfectly choreographed lies?
Opening my eyes again, the stench of decaying flesh vanished, replaced by the sterile smell of my college dorm room.
Hailee and Declan were standing over my bed, faking tears of concern over my meningitis fever.
I was back exactly seven days before the world ended, and my spatial vault ability had come back with me.
This time, I'm extorting my uncle for every cent, hoarding the city's supplies, and leaving them all to rot.
9.8
Erica Murphy had spent three years rotting in a freezing prison cell.
She thought she was serving time for a tragic accident, but the truth was much darker. Her husband, Colten, had framed her for his mistress's drunk hit-and-run, stolen her fortune, and left her to take the fall.
The day Erica was finally released, a speeding car intentionally slammed into her, shattering her spine. As she lay dying on the emergency room table, flatlining on the monitor, Colten and his pregnant mistress didn't come to save her. Instead, they tossed a stack of divorce papers onto her bloody hospital blanket. They wanted her to sign away her last remaining shares and take on thirty million dollars of toxic corporate debt.
"Sign it," Colten demanded coldly, looking at her crushed body with utter disgust. "Consider this the last bit of dignity I'm giving you."
The original Erica died right there, suffocating in despair and betrayal, unable to understand how the man she loved could be so monstrous.
But when the flatline on the monitor suddenly spiked and her eyes snapped open, the traumatized victim was gone.
Replaced by the cold, calculating consciousness of a future special ops commander. With microscopic nanobots rapidly fusing her shattered bones together, Erica picked up the pen, preparing to burn Colten's entire empire to ashes.
7.4
I was only fifteen when my venomous family orchestrated my doom by forcing me into an arranged marriage with mafia heir Javier Velasquez.
On our wedding night, Javier paraded strippers into our suite to show his absolute contempt, turning me into the ultimate joke of the underworld overnight.
But being a joke was a luxury compared to what came next.
Three years later, Javier needed to be a widower to marry into a heavily armed family and secure their backing for a coup.
He didn't grant me the mercy of a bullet.
Instead, he dragged me to an abandoned underground safehouse, locked me in the damp, rotting dark, and told the world I had been assassinated.
For six months, I starved in that dungeon, surviving only on the desperate hope that my family was safe.
Then, on the day of his lavish new wedding, a cruel maid kicked a plate of spoiled food onto my floor and delivered the final, fatal blow.
"Annabel is dead. Pined away and died of a broken heart two weeks ago."
My gentle mother was dead, all because she actually believed his lie about my tragic murder.
Driven by pure agony and an all-consuming hatred, I shattered crates of smuggled chemical solvents and struck a match, letting the roaring inferno turn their bloody wedding into my funeral pyre.
I thought the fire was the end.
But when I opened my eyes, the suffocating smoke vanished, replaced by the biting chill of a Long Island winter.
I was standing in the snow, back on the exact day my descent into hell began.
This time, the terrified girl was dead, and I would use their own ruthless rules to tear their empire apart.
