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 5
Bella's Pov
I woke up to my phone ringing and stretched for it and placed it to my ears.
"Hello," I answered sleepily.
"Bella, I have some news about your biological parents." My mom said on the other side of the phone. I jumped up in a sitting position.
"Are you sure?" I asked.
"Yes I am, do you remember the necklace you had on when we adopted you?" She asked.
"Yes I remembered it, I have it in my drawer in my room there." I replied.
"Ok, the orphanage said that it was a gift from your parents. They found you with it before you lost your memory." She said, "Do you have any classes for the next two weeks?" She asked.
"They are doing revision. Why do you ask?" I asked, confused.
"I want you to come home for two weeks, so that we can get some more information for you," She said.
"Ok I'm going to sort it out so that I can get a leave of absence," I said agreeing.
"Ok do that, I'm going to source more information," she said then hung up.
I got out of bed and went to the kitchen and saw Lissa sitting eating some ramen.
"You want some?" She asked, holding up the bowl.
"You have enough? I don't mind making another one," I said.
"It's not a lot," she said, grinning awkwardly and I went and looked about one for myself and joined her.
"How are you feeling?" Lissa asked.
"Not bad but I have something to tell you," I told her and she looked at me worrily.
"It's not anything bad. My mom called and told me she has information about my biological parents so she asked me if I could come home for two weeks," I said reassuring her.
"Oh ok, so what about the other problem you have?" She asked.
"Not going to think about it for two weeks. He probably forgot about me already," I said, looking down at the bowl in my hand.
"And you are ok with that?" She asked.
"No but if it comes to it then I have to be," I said. "Ok enough questions about him. What about you? I know you went off with a guy that night. Who is he? Will you meet him again?" I asked her, trying to change the topic from me.
"No, I'm not going to meet him again. He is terrible in bed. I thought he had experience by his looks but he is a complete amateur. He couldn't even get me to orgasm, I had to do it myself. Can you believe that? He even has the audacity to say that I am difficult and hard to please. He is the one that couldn't get me to orgasm and blamed me for his lack of expertise." she rumbled and I couldn't hold my laughter. I burst out in laughter and she turned and looked at me but I couldn't stop.
"Why are you laughing? It's not funny," she said, trying to hold hers.
"I'm sorry, but it's too funny," I said, between laughs. I wiped the tears from my eyes. "Its been a long time since I laughed like this," I added.
"Glad I got you to laugh but seriously can you believe him?" She said, looking at me.
"No I can't but it seems like you had a rough night as well," I said smiling.
"Yes I did. Do you need help with the letter to send in tomorrow?" She asked.
"Thanks but I can manage. The only thing I need to do is adjust the date on the one before and add the period of time I will be absent," I said.
"Ok then good luck. Also remember your ID. You always seem to forget it," she said.
"Thanks, I'm going to look for it now," I said, gratefully.
I went to my room and started searching my bag for it but it was nowhere to be found. I have been at it for about thirty minutes.
"I give up," I said and plopped down on the bed.
I opened my laptop and fixed the letter and emailed it to the office so that it can be placed on my file. I also added a note 'Do I need the Identification Card to verify that it's me asking for the leave?'
Not long after an email popped up. 'No you don't but if you need any more time you can just add the amount of extra time you need to this email. – Your Principal'
"Ok so that's out of the way," I said, breathing a sigh of relief. I got up and started to pack the suitcase with what I am going to carry home tomorrow. I turned everything upside down and I still don't see the card. I jumped back in bed and thought before falling asleep, 'Where could it be?'
***The Next Day***
The sun illuminates my face as if to indicate that it's morning. I slowly opened my eyes and saw that I forgot to close the blinds last night. I went into the bathroom and started getting ready. I picked out a short summer dress and slippers. I looked at the time and saw that the bus would reach soon.
"I have about 40 minutes to go, got to find Lissa before I go" I said, exiting my room. I went to her room and called her. A few minutes later she opened her door.
"Hey what's up," she asked, yawning and rubbing her eyes.
"I'm leaving soon, so I wanted to see you before I go," I said.
"Alright, but it's not like you aren't going to see me again. It's just two weeks right? And we can video call as well," she said.
"Yeah you're right," I said, smiling. I looked at my phone and saw that I have to go now so that I can catch the bus.
"I got to go now, see you soon," I said, hugging her.
"Yeah," she said, hugging me back. We pulled apart and I grabbed my suitcase and purse and headed out.
"I'm going to have to get something to eat on the way. I forgot to grab something from the fridge," I said to myself. I arrived just in time to catch the bus. I went in and took a seat. 'This is going to be a long ride' I thought. Someone came up and stood right beside me and I looked up and there she was smiling down at me. I was so shocked.
"Lissa, what are you doing here?" I asked, still shocked.
"I'm coming with you silly," she said, smiling. "I'm not letting you go alone. I sent the letter to the office to get time off as well and was approved so here I am," she added. I scooted over so that she could sit beside me. 'This ride won't be so long after all' I thought, smiling.
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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.