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 7
Bella's Pov
**14 hours later**
"We have arrived in San Francisco," the driver said over the intercom, his voice crackling through the speaker.
I straightened in my seat, getting ready to get off the bus. I glanced at Lissa beside me and mumbled, "I guess it's time."
"Are you ready?" She asked, looking at me.
"Yes, we are coming off here," I pressed the stop request button and the bus slowly stopped. We got off.
"That was a long ride. My butt is sore and my legs are still sleeping," she yawned while stretching.
"It wasn't that bad," I said while laughing at her.
"It might not bother you, but it is a different story for me. I'm used to private planes with comfortable seats, not whatever that was," She complained while fake crying.
"Cut the drama queen act," I rolled my eyes at her. "Let's get something to eat, I'm starving," I added. I dragged her while she was still complaining to a nearby coffee shop.
The scent of brewed coffee beans mixed with the scent of pastries filled the air. We grabbed a seat close to the window. I grabbed one of the menu cards and looked at it.
"So this place is called Grindhouse Café," I mumbled.
"What can I get for you ladies?" A waiter asked.
"I'll have a mocha with a sandwich and wrap. What about you Lissa?"
I wasn't getting any answer from her and turned around to look at her and saw that she was admiring the waiter.
"Lissa," I slapped her lightly on her hand to get her attention. She snapped out of it and looked at the menu.
"I'll just have a caramel macchiato with the sandwich and wrap as well,"
"Ok, ladies, I'll be back in a minute," he said, and I smiled.
"I see even waiters aren't safe from you, huh?" I said teasingly.
"Well it ain't my fault he's so handsome. Didn't you see those muscles? And I bet there's abs under that apron as well," she looked at him like he was some kind of dessert. I rolled my eyes playfully at her. She looked at me.
"Oh I forgot you only have eyes for Mr, What's his name," acting like she forgot.
My mood instantly turned sour. "Can you please not talk about him."
"I'm sorry Bel. I thought you were over it now."
"It's ok, I'm going to have to get used to it. I can't keep ignoring it or hiding from him forever."
"Uh-huh, yeah I understand. Makes sense. You do you," I looked up at her in disbelief.
"Are you even listening to me?"
I turned in the direction she was looking, only to find out the cause of her being distracted.
"Never mind, I got my answer. Let's just drop that conversation here."
"Here are your orders,"
"Hi cutie, What's your name?" She bluntly asked.
"I'm Michael and you are?" he asked, smiling.
"I'm Alissa. So when are you free?"
" Lissa, what's wrong with you," I swatted her hand and burst out laughing.
"Did you forget what we came here for," I reminded her.
"Well a side quest isn't bad either," I laughed even harder.
"You are serious, huh?"
"Yes I am. So Michael, What's your answer?"
"I'm not sure as yet but how about I give you my number and we can correspond,"
"That's a lovely idea. Bel, a pen and paper please," she opened her palm in front of my face while wiggling her fingers. Not even giving me a glance.
"Well what makes you think I have any?"
"Don't get me started, you thrive on organizing. Now cut the crap and hand it over,"
"Ok here you don't have to be so mean about it," I said pouting while handing her the items.
"Now that's what I am talking about, thank you," she said while writing.
"Here you go handsome,"
"You can add yours to my phone," she handed him her phone. He handed it back to her and excused himself because he has other customers to handle.
"What was all that about,"
"Your girl is a fun and horny maniac. What did you expect?"
"Well you have a point,"
"Alright enough of that let's eat and get going," I bit into the sandwich and the taste of the seasoned vegetables and chicken lit up my taste buds. It was so delicious I even felt for another one when I was through, but I'm not going to spend on another one.
"Well this is the best sandwich I have had in a while," Lissa praised.
"Aren't your fancy foods this delicious?"
"Yes it is but they can't compare to this and to think this is only a sandwich," she said, taking a sip of her caramel macchiato.
"We are going to have to come back here. I want to try more things."
"That's fine by me," I said. "Are we going to leave a tip?" I added.
"You know damn well we are. Got to thank Mr Cutie for his hard work," she said excitedly.
Ok, le'ts go, mom and dad are waiting for me,"
Now that our belly was full we finally noticed our surroundings. People walking, dogs barking and the sound of taxis beeping.
"You didn't tell me this place was so busy and lovely,"
"Lissa, stop acting like this is your first time here. You know this,"
"Mood spoiler. Couldn't you let me act damn," she said pouting and folding her arms.
We hailed down a cab and shared my destination. He drove off only for the car to come to a screeching halt. My heart skipped a beat as I glanced through the window trying to see the cause.
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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.