One Night Stand with the Love Struct Billionaire
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?
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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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8.9
My father was marrying a gold-digger, the mother of my cheating ex-boyfriend.
To end the charade, I crashed their luxury wedding with a ten-foot funeral wreath.
In front of hundreds of elites, my father slapped me across the face, calling me a vicious bitch while his new wife smiled in victory.
I triggered the estate's fire system to ruin them, but a terrifying stranger in the VIP section bypassed my military-grade hack in seconds.
He was Kavon Velasquez, a dangerous billionaire heir who had been missing for twelve years.
Instead of exposing me, he shielded me from my father's second blow.
When my pathetic ex tried to drag me away, I grabbed Kavon and kissed him to humiliate my ex.
I shoved a $500,000 check into Kavon's pocket as hush money and left.
I thought that was the end of it.
But why did this apex predator move into the penthouse right next to mine at 2 AM?
Why did he violently crush my ex's face the next morning just for grabbing my arm?
"She is my woman. If you ever come within ten feet of her again, I will bury you."
I didn't understand why a man with lethal skills was suddenly hunting me.
Then I found out he had just blackmailed my father with undeniable proof of corporate money laundering.
His demand wasn't money. It was me.
He ordered my father to announce our engagement by tomorrow sunset, and this dangerous game officially began.
7.6
Johana walked half a mile through a brutal blizzard just to secure a tutoring job with the elite Black family.
But the very night she was hired, she received a terrifying call from the ER—her quiet roommate, Hazelle, had been drugged and severely traumatized at a Hamptons party.
When Johana rushed to the hospital, she didn't find the police. Instead, she found a team of ruthless billionaires erasing the crime.
Leading them was Dalton Black, the cold, arrogant older brother of her new student.
Within minutes, Dalton's fixers wiped the hospital's security footage, deleted all digital evidence, and forcefully transferred Hazelle to a locked private psychiatric facility.
"We are ensuring her privacy."
Dalton's voice was devoid of emotion, treating the horrific assault like a minor PR glitch.
His friends mocked Johana's powerlessness, while Dalton authorized a blank check to pay for the private ward, effectively burying the scandal and buying their silence.
Johana stood in the sterile hallway, trembling with a mix of despair and absolute rage.
How could they destroy an innocent girl's life and simply pay to make it disappear? Why was the truth so easily erased by money?
She had no wealth, no connections, and no proof, but she refused to be a victim of their cover-up.
Staring directly into Dalton's intimidating, icy blue eyes, Johana made a vow.
"I don't want your money. I will find out what you monsters did to her."
She thought the billionaire heir would crush her on the spot, but instead, he watched her walk away and quietly ordered his assistant: "Find out everything about Johana Neal."
9.5
My husband, Colton, the Wall Street mogul, slid annulment papers across the table, coldly discarding me and our unborn child. He thought he was getting rid of a useless wife, but he was actually throwing away the secret architect of his entire empire. Now, I'm ready to make him pay for every insult, every lie, and every single secret I've kept.
For three years, eight months pregnant, I secretly saved Colton's ten-billion-dollar company from collapse, enduring a cold, transactional marriage.
One night, he shattered that illusion, serving annulment papers and callously discarding me and our unborn child.
I signed, leaving luxury behind. Exposing his butler's fraud, I escaped. Colton later found his wedding ring gone and, on his desk, my SEC compliance fixes—proof I was his hidden genius.
Blindsided, he realized he’d destroyed his own empire. His mother then called, gloating. The injustice ignited a fierce resolve within me.
The next morning, I launched Kidd Legal Consulting. I'd use forty-seven folders of Farmer Capital's un-patched loopholes to force a fair settlement, securing my daughter's future.
7.0
Eleanore thought her fiancé, Johan, was her only salvation after her family went bankrupt.
But at a high-society gala, he handed her a drugged glass of water. As the unnatural heat burned through her veins, the horrific truth hit her. Johan had isolated her and controlled her finances, all while secretly getting engaged to a wealthy heiress. He drugged Eleanore to ruin her completely, planning to lock her away as his helpless, secret mistress.
Desperate and losing her mind to the drug, Eleanore fled down the hallway. With Johan and his bodyguards hunting her, she stumbled into the dark presidential suite.
But she wasn't alone. Sitting on the leather sofa was Alexander Briggs—the most feared corporate raider on Wall Street, and Johan's exiled brother.
Outside the door, Johan was screaming, ready to drag her back to hell.
"I can be your antidote. But it's going to cost you."
The ruthless billionaire looked at her trembling body with cold calculation. He offered her a staggering deal: a three-month fake marriage to destroy Johan's empire, and in return, absolute protection and her father's massive debts paid in full.
She couldn't understand why the most powerful predator in New York would use a ruined girl as his weapon, but she knew she would rather die than let Johan touch her again.
When Johan finally broke down the door to claim his prey, Alexander calmly pulled Eleanore into his arms.
"Watch your mouth. You are speaking to my future wife."
8.5
Cecile jolted awake from months of prescription haze, only to realize she was trapped in a live reality show designed to destroy her.
Her billionaire husband had orchestrated the broadcast to publicly humiliate her and elevate his own PR image. He ordered her to follow a degrading script. What was worse, her five-year-old son, Damien, was genuinely terrified of her. When an empty wine bottle rolled across the floor, the tiny boy instantly threw his arms over his head, bracing for a hit.
The production crew shoved microphones into the trembling child's face, trying to trigger his trauma for ratings. The live chat cursed Cecile as a toxic abuser. The show's golden girl maliciously tried to poach Damien on camera to prove Cecile was an unfit mother. The crew even rigged the game, forcing Cecile and her son into a freezing, rotting mud shack with a collapsed roof. They were all just waiting for her to break down and beg.
"A toxic woman like you doesn't deserve to be a mother."
The crew read the hateful comments aloud, expecting a hysterical meltdown. The realization that she had been manipulated into destroying her own child hit Cecile like a physical blow. How could a father subject his own son to this public cruelty?
The weak, easily manipulated Cecile was dead. She threw the PR script away, rolled up her sleeves, and picked up a rusted hammer. This time, she would protect her son and tear down anyone who stood in her way.
8.2
One night was supposed to be her escape. After catching her ex-boyfriend in the arms of her treacherous stepsister on her twenty-first birthday, Valerie sought the only mercy she could find: the numbing sting of alcohol. But the morning brought no peace-only a shattered spirit, a body marked by a stranger, and a memory wiped clean against her will.
Months later, Valerie is a woman reborn from the wreckage, landing a high-paying role at the prestigious Noir Group. But the dream quickly shifts into a polished nightmare. Her new boss is Ellan Noir-a ruthless CEO whose name commands the city and whose eyes hold an unmistakable, familiar darkness.
When a mistake in the executive lift threatens her career, Ellan offers a devil's bargain: a contract of total submission. To save her best friend Nora's failing heart, Valerie must become his private property, bound to his beck and call 24/7. As office politics bleed into a dangerous game of obsession, Valerie realizes the man who rules her career is the same shadow who owns her past.
Dragged into his world of chaos, Valerie discovers a truth that changes everything She decides to collide with Ellan's business rival y get revenge until she realises she is carrying his child. As she struggles to survive the predators in the Noir family, Ellan fights for his life in a hospital bed. With a baby's life hanging in the balance after a lethal post-birth injection, Valerie must decide if she can save the man who broke her-or if their twisted fate will end in tragedy.