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 2
Bella's Pov
"I've been eyeing you all night," he said, looking at me, grinning like a maniac.
My energy was depleted but I tried to scream even though I knew it was futile. I looked at him with fear in my eyes. 'No this can't be, I can't lose my virginity to this man. I have to try and get away,' I thought. I mustered up all my strength and tried to get off the bed but he pushed me down.
"Where are you going sweetie?" he asked, while releasing his dick from his pants. I started to thrash to get loose but it was no use. He started to remove my leather pants and tears started to well up in my eyes.
"Please, let me go," I pleaded but he only laughed.
"You look so nice when you beg," he said, and I finally got a scream out, but he quickly covered my mouth.
"You bitch," he said, slapping me across my face.
'Is this really how I lose my virginity,' I thought. He started to rip the pants and thong off me and positioned himself at my entrance. I closed my eyes, and all I could think about was Gabriel. I was bracing myself for the penetration, but it didn't happen. I opened my eyes to see Gabriel standing over him while beating him to a pulp. I burst into tears and he turned and looked at me with concern written all over his face.
Gabriel's Pov
"Hello, Mom," I answered, holding the phone to my ear.
"Gabe, when are you going to find someone? I am tired of waiting for you to give me a grandson or granddaughter. Even your grandmother is waiting for a great-grandchild. You are 25 years old already, what are you waiting for?" she shouted from the other side of the phone.
I chuckled, "Mom, don't worry, I think you will have one soon."
"Oh, so you find someone you want to spend your life with?" She questioned.
The image of Bella flashed in my mind, "I think so, Mom. I got to go, she is waiting on me," I said.
She shouted again through the phone, "Boy, what are you waiting for? Go to her and don't let me keep you."
As I stepped back inside, the smile on my lips faded. Bella wasn't where I left her. I went over and asked Alex where she went, but he had no clue. I saw that the drink I ordered was hardly touched, so I inspected it and something was in it.
"Is there something wrong with it," he looked at me and asked.
"Her drink has been drugged," I said, pacing back and forth until I saw the door on the far left swinging slightly.
A cold weight dropped in my stomach. I got a bad feeling about this.
I clenched my fist. 'I should have never taken that damn call,' I thought. The moment I left her at the bar, something twisted in my gut. I didn't know why, but I couldn't shake the feeling that leaving Bella alone was a mistake.
"Be careful man. You don't know what you're up against," Alex said, because he knows I am going to go.
I went in that direction, and that's when I heard her scream before it was muffled. I ran in the direction and kicked open the door. All I could see was red when I saw that man standing over her frail body. He was positioning himself to penetrate her. I lunged at him and started to punch him in his face. That's when I heard her crying and I turned around and looked at her with concern. I ran over to her and hugged her.
"It's ok, I'm here," I said, rubbing her back up and down. She gripped my waist and started to cry harder.
I took out my phone and called two men to get the trash out of the room and bring him to the police station. When I saw her calming down, I tried to pull away, but her grip on my waist tightened, and I looked down into her eyes. There was no hesitation there, only a vulnerable kind of certainty that made my chest ache.
"Please... I want you to be my first," she whispered, her voice trembling but steady with certainty.
My body stiffened, torn between desire and the need to protect her. "Bella, are you sure about this?" I asked, my thumb brushing across her cheek.
"Yes," she breathed, her eyes glistening. "I don't want it to be anyone else."
I cupped her face and pressed my lips to hers, tasting both her fear and her longing. Her hands fisted in the back of my shirt as if she was afraid I might pull away. I didn't. Instead, I deepened the kiss, letting my tongue stroke against hers until her soft moan vibrated against my mouth.
I lifted her easily, her legs instinctively wrapping around my waist, her body molding against mine as though she'd always belonged there. I laid her down gently on the bed, hovering over her like she was made of glass.
"Fuck, you're beautiful," I whispered, my voice rough with restraint. My lips traced the delicate curve of her neck, savoring the way her pulse quickened beneath my mouth. Her breath hitched, her fingers sliding into my hair as I trailed kisses lower, over her collarbone, down to the soft swell of her chest.
She arched into me, the sound of her moan sending heat straight through me. I pulled back just enough to look into her eyes again. "If you want me to stop, tell me," I said firmly, even as my lips hovered a breath away from hers.
Her answer came in the form of a desperate kiss and her hands pulling me closer.
Her kiss silenced any doubts left in my mind. The way she clung to me, trembling yet unyielding, made my chest tighten. She wasn't just choosing me, she was trusting me with a part of herself no one else had touched.
I held her closer, promising with every touch that I'd take care of her, cherish her, love her. The night swallowed us whole, and the rest of the world faded away.
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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.