Pampered By The Heartless Billionaire Monster
Bridget caught her fiancé tangled in the sheets with another woman. She left the engagement ring behind and, in a moment of reckless defiance, had a one-night stand with Damond Oneill, the most terrifying billionaire on Wall Street.
But her nightmare was far from over. Her biological father threatened to destroy her mother's company if she didn't crawl back to her cheating ex to secure a business merger.
Worse, she found her mother coughing up bright red blood, secretly hiding a fatal illness. Desperate to save her family, Bridget attended a high-society gala, only for her ex and her legitimate half-sister to slip a powerful drug into her champagne. Trapped on a locked balcony, her body burning and paralyzed, she watched her ex approach to assault and film her.
"Let's see how arrogant you are when the drugs kick in."
She didn't understand why her own blood treated her like disposable trash. Why was she always the pawn while her mother suffered in secret? The absolute despair almost broke her.
Just as he grabbed her dress, a deafening explosion shattered the glass door.
Damond stepped through the ruin, brutally crippled her ex, and claimed her as his own. But when Damond's team traced her mother's secret medical funds to a highly classified Swiss clinic, Bridget realized the real war had just begun.
Chapters
Share
Chapter 4
Bridget's brain went completely blank. The sight of the red blood on her mother's skin made her stomach drop. She held onto Cherrie's shaking shoulders, supporting her weight.
Cherrie quickly hid her hands behind her back. She swallowed hard, forcing the metallic taste down her throat. She grabbed a tissue from the side table and wiped the corner of her mouth.
Bridget's hands were shaking as she reached for her phone in her pocket.
"I am calling 911."
Cherrie's hand shot out. Her grip on Bridget's wrist was shockingly strong. Her nails dug into Bridget's skin.
"No ambulances. No hospitals. Do not alert the media."
Bridget felt tears burning the back of her eyes.
"Mom, you are coughing up blood! How long have you been hiding this? This is not bronchitis."
Cherrie took a deep, rattling breath. She forced her posture to straighten, smoothing the wrinkles on her silk robe.
"It is nothing. I have been working too many late nights. A blood vessel ruptured in my throat. That is all."
"I don't believe you," Bridget said, her voice cracking. "I am calling Dr. Miller to come here right now."
Cherrie's eyes turned completely cold.
"Do you want the company's stock to crash tomorrow morning? The board is already looking for an excuse to force me out. If they smell blood, we lose everything."
The mention of the stock price froze Bridget in place. She knew how ruthless the board of directors was. If they thought Cherrie was weak, they would tear her apart.
Cherrie pushed Bridget's hands away. She walked slowly into the bathroom and locked the door.
Bridget stood in the hallway. She heard the shower turn on, the loud rush of water masking the muffled sounds of her mother coughing again. Bridget leaned her head against the wall, feeling entirely helpless.
Ten minutes later, Cherrie walked out. She had washed her face and applied a light layer of makeup. The ruthless CEO mask was firmly back in place.
She walked into the living room and sat down.
"Tell me exactly what happened with David."
Bridget swallowed the lump in her throat. She explained the hotel room and the restaurant, leaving out the part about Damond.
Cherrie nodded slowly. "Good. He is a weak man. He does not belong in this family."
Cherrie stood up and walked to her heavy oak desk. She opened the bottom drawer and pulled out a thick stack of legal documents. She handed them to Bridget.
"These are the authorization papers for the core trust fund. I need you to go to the lawyer's office tomorrow morning and sign them. You will take over the voting rights."
Bridget looked at the papers. Her chest tightened. It felt like her mother was preparing to die. She stared into Cherrie's eyes, searching for the truth.
Cherrie avoided her gaze. She walked to the entryway table where the mail was sorted. She picked up a plain manila envelope.
"The courier delivered this to the wrong address today. Drop it off on your way to the lawyer tomorrow."
Bridget took the envelope. The recipient name read 'Jane Roe'. The address was a private concierge clinic on the Upper East Side.
Bridget shoved the envelope into her bag, her mind racing.
"Go to sleep, Bridget."
Cherrie took her coffee cup, walked into her home office, and locked the door behind her.
Bridget went to her bedroom. She lay in the dark, staring at the ceiling. The image of the blood on her mother's hands mixed with the memory of Damond's dark gray eyes. Her anxiety was suffocating.
At 2:00 AM, Bridget threw off the covers. She walked silently down the hall. A thin line of light spilled from under the office door.
She pressed her ear against the cold wood.
Inside, Cherrie was speaking on the phone. Her voice was a harsh whisper.
"I don't care what the physical toll of this experimental therapy is. My body can't hold out much longer, and we have to trigger the key man clause before the end of the month."
Bridget's heart smashed against her ribs. She backed away from the door, her hand covering her mouth to stop a sob. She did not dare open the door. If she broke her mother's wall of denial, Cherrie might shatter completely.
Bridget ran back to her room. She grabbed her phone and typed the address from the manila envelope into the search bar.
The results loaded. It was an ultra-private oncology clinic. They only treated billionaires and politicians.
A terrifying realization hit her. Jane Roe did not exist. It was a fake name. The medical file belonged to her mother.
Bridget gripped the phone until her knuckles turned white. Tomorrow, she was going to that clinic. She was going to find out exactly what was killing her mother.
You may also like
8.6
Seven nights with the devil to pay a debt. One truth that will burn the world down.
Sienna Blackwood was never part of the deal until her step-brother gambled with her life to save his own.
Now, she is collateral in a brutal game of revenge. The collector is Dante Moretti, a billionaire with a fifteen-year grudge and a thirst for Blackwood blood.
He doesn't want her money; he demands seven nights of her total surrender.
But in the shadows of a Manhattan penthouse, hatred turns into a lethal obsession. When a syndicate ambush forces them to flee, the contract becomes a race for survival across the Atlantic.
Hunted for the three-year-old secret heir in their arms, Sienna and Dante must navigate a world of blood oaths and forced alliances.
In a game where every kiss is a tactical error, Sienna must decide: is her step-brother's rival the monster who shattered her life, or the only man who can save it?
8.5
Kaelyn spent three years believing Andrew loved her completely, until one overheard conversation shattered everything.
He had never returned for her. He had come back to save another woman, even if it meant taking Kaelyn's heart.
Humiliated and done with loving alone, she agreed to marry Theodore, the blind yet powerful heir chosen by his grandfather.
After the wedding, no matter how many times she tried, she just couldn't get past his walls.
Then at a banquet, her desperate ex came begging. Before Kaelyn could react, Theodore drew her into his arms and murmured, "Giving up already? Try again. I'm ready to surrender."
9.0
Emily's life was already planned-obedient daughter, perfect fiancée, quiet future.
Then she crossed the wrong line.
Adrian Carter is everything she shouldn't want-her fiancé's uncle, a ruthless billionaire, and a man who sees straight through her carefully built facade.
One night changes everything.
And Adrian has no intention of letting her go.
9.6
I sat at a mahogany table long enough to land a plane on, signing the papers that ended my two-year marriage to billionaire Eric Koch.
He didn't even show up for the divorce; he was in a private cigar lounge downstairs, sending his lawyer to hand me a five-million-dollar check to buy my silence like I was a discarded employee.
For two years, I had perfected the role of the "mouse"—the plain, timid wife Eric looked right past, never suspecting I was actually Rose, the world-renowned designer behind a secret fashion empire. I never told him I was the "angel" who dragged his unconscious body from a burning car years ago, the woman he’d been searching for while he ignored the one across the breakfast table. To celebrate my freedom, I had a one-night stand with a stranger in a penthouse, only to wake up and realize the man I’d just slept with was my ex-husband.
Before the ink on our divorce was dry, Eric used his billions to buy my studio, trapping me in a contract that forces me to work for him as a "lowly assistant" or face a fifty-million-dollar penalty.
I watched in silence as a fame-hungry actress paraded around his office wearing my stolen heirloom locket—the only proof of my true identity—claiming she was the mystery woman from his bed. Eric looked right through my frumpy disguise with the same cold indifference he showed his wife, never realizing the woman he was hunting was standing right in front of him.
I couldn't understand how he could be so obsessed with finding a ghost while treating the living woman who saved him like garbage. Why was he so determined to own every piece of Rose while he had spent two years throwing Aislinn away?
"Tell him nothing," I whispered to my reflection as I reapplied the thick foundation that masked my face.
"You're dangerous, Ann Reese," he told me later, his eyes narrowing as he sensed a familiar spark behind my thick glasses.
I adjusted my bun and looked him in the eye, ready to play the long game. He thinks he’s bought my future, but he’s about to find out that Rose doesn’t just design couture—she designs ruins.
7.5
When Alessia Romano's ex-husband destroys her family's company to drag her back to him, she refuses to beg. But refusing comes at a cost she never expected.
Billionaire Adrian Virelli pays off every debt and saves Romano Industries from ruin. The price is simple. Three years of her life, living under his roof as his daughter's nanny.
Adrian is cold, controlled, and completely off limits. Alessia tells herself she feels nothing.
But when she discovers a hidden room filled with portraits of a woman wearing her face, the truth hits harder than any betrayal she has ever known
She was never the woman he wanted. She was only a replacement.
She walks away. Then his ex-wife returns, and the danger that follows is nothing like Alessia expected. Someone wants her dead, Adrian nearly dies saving her life, and when he finally opens his eyes again, he remembers nothing.
His ex-wife is standing at his bedside, ready to rewrite every memory he has left.
And Alessia is running out of time to make the man she loves remember that he loved her too.
8.6
Five years ago, she was framed, broken, and thrown out into the cold rain by the only man she ever loved, the ruthless billionaire CEO, Lucian. He refused to listen to her pleas, and he never knew she was carrying his greatest secret: triplets.
Now, she is back. Not as the weak, naive girl he discarded, but as a powerful, untouchable woman. When their paths cross again, Lucian feels an undeniable pull toward her. But when he accidentally discovers three genius children who share his exact eyes, his cold world shatters. The arrogant CEO is finally forced to his knees. He will do anything to win his family back, but she has a new rule: forgiveness isn't free, and the CEO must pay for his regret.