Pampered By The Ruthless Tycoon Guardian

Kenzie, the former leader of the Aegis Alliance, opened her eyes to find herself reincarnated as a freezing, abandoned infant in a wet cardboard box. She was rescued from the rain by Devin Ayers, a ruthless billionaire, and rushed to a private hospital, but a deadly threat was already waiting for her. The ER doctor, Desiree Dillon, approached her with a syringe. Through a sudden burst of telepathy, Kenzie read the doctor's dark thoughts. Desiree wasn't trying to cure her fever. She deliberately ignored the safe dosage, drawing a lethal amount of Diazepam to permanently silence the crying baby and disguise it as sudden infant death. "This will make it all go away," Desiree smiled gently, the needle glinting as it moved inches from Kenzie's arm. Trapped in a weak, paralyzed three-month-old body, Kenzie couldn't run, fight, or even speak. She could only watch the poison inch closer. How could she survive death only to be assassinated in a hospital bed by a corrupt doctor? She used to command armies. The sheer injustice and terror of dying completely helpless in this tiny body ignited a blinding rage inside her. Refusing to be a victim again, Kenzie pushed her newborn brain to its absolute limit and unleashed a desperate telepathic scream directly into the billionaire's mind. "Poison! She's trying to kill me!" Devin, who had been looking away, suddenly froze, his icy gray eyes locking onto the doctor's wrist.

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The interior of the Maybach was a cocoon of leather and climate-controlled heat, but Kenzie felt like she was burning from the inside out. The shivering had returned with a vengeance, her tiny body convulsing against the soft cashmere blanket Devin had wrapped her in. Her skin felt tight, stretched over a furnace, yet her teeth wouldn't stop chattering.

Devin sat beside her, his posture rigid. He hadn't taken his eyes off her since they pulled out of the alley. He could hear the ragged, shallow breaths she took, and with every breath, the voice in his head grew fainter, more fragmented.

"So... hot..." The thought drifted into his mind, weak and disoriented. "Why is it so cold if I'm burning?"

Devin's jaw clenched. He pressed the back of his hand to her forehead. It was like touching a stovetop. The fever was spiking dangerously fast.

"Drive faster," he ordered Arthur from the back seat.

The Maybach lurched forward, weaving through the Manhattan traffic. Thirty minutes later, they screeched to a halt under the bright white awning of a private hospital on the Upper East Side. Arthur was out in a second, pulling the door open.

Devin stepped out into the rain, holding the baby against his chest like a football. He strode through the sliding glass doors of the ER, his shoes slapping against the linoleum. The sterile smell of antiseptic hit Kenzie's nose, making her stomach heave.

"I need a pediatrician!" Devin's voice cut through the quiet hum of the emergency room, loud enough to make a nurse drop her clipboard. "Now!"

A doctor in rumpled blue scrubs looked up from the nurses' station. Desiree Dillon looked exhausted, dark circles under her eyes, her blonde hair pulled back in a messy ponytail. She grabbed a chart and walked over, her face set in a bored, annoyed expression.

"Sir, you can't just-" Desiree started, then caught sight of Devin's face. The sharp jawline, the expensive coat, the aura of pure, unadulterated wealth. Her demeanor shifted instantly. The annoyance vanished, replaced by a sickeningly sweet, professional smile. "Oh, Mr. Ayers. Of course. Bring her this way."

Kenzie forced her eyes open at the sound of that voice. The fever made everything swim, but the name tag on the blue scrubs was clear. Dr. D. Dillon.

A jolt of pure, undiluted terror shot through her, stronger than the fever. That voice. That face. A primal sense of danger, rooted in a pain so deep it had followed her across death itself, screamed at her to flee. She didn't know how the universe had brought them together again, but the cold, calculating glint in those blue eyes was a nightmare she recognized instantly.

The heart monitor clipped to Kenzie's toe suddenly screamed. The line on the screen spiked into a jagged peak, the rapid beeping filling the room.

"She's tachycardic," Desiree said, her voice smooth as she pulled on a pair of latex gloves. "Probably just a panic response to the fever. Let's get her settled."

Desiree leaned over the gurney, her face inches from Kenzie's. Kenzie stared into those eyes, pushing past her own fear, and reached out with her mind. The telepathy was erratic, fueled by adrenaline, but she caught it. The surface thoughts leaking from Desiree's brain like toxic sludge.

"Another screaming brat," Desiree was thinking as she turned her back to Devin. "Rich daddy probably just wants a quick fix so he can go back to his meeting. I'll just knock her out. Shut her up."

Desiree walked to the medication cabinet. She didn't even look at the dosage chart. She pulled out a vial of Diazepam and a syringe. She drew the liquid, her thumb pushing the plunger up. She didn't measure. She just filled it.

"Poison..." Kenzie's mind shrieked, the thought blasting into Devin's head like a jagged, broken siren, weak but desperate. "Too much... needle... DANGER! Stop her!"

Devin, who had been listening to the hospital administrator drone on about protocols, froze. The fragmented voice in his head was raw with a primal panic. He turned his head slowly, his eyes locking onto Desiree's back.

Desiree was humming softly. She pulled the syringe out of the vial and turned back to the gurney. The needle glinted under the harsh surgical lights. She didn't check the baby's weight. She didn't check the label again. She just reached for the IV port in Kenzie's arm.

"Lethal..." Kenzie screamed internally, her physical body paralyzed by the fever and terror, her mental transmission fracturing under the strain. "Overdose... she's trying to kill me!"

The chaotic burst of words echoed in Devin's skull, but the intent was crystal clear. His eyes narrowed to slits. He moved. He didn't walk; he closed the distance in two long, predatory strides, his shoes making no sound on the floor.

Desiree was smiling gently at the baby, the needle inches from the IV line. "There, there, little one. This will make it all go away."

Devin's hand shot out. His fingers closed around Desiree's wrist like a steel trap. The grip was brutal, crushing the delicate bones together.

Desiree gasped, her eyes going wide. The syringe shook in her trembling hand. She looked up at Devin, her face pale. "Mr. Ayers? What are you-"

"What are you doing?" Devin asked. His voice was barely above a whisper, but the menace in it made the temperature in the room drop ten degrees.

Desiree tried to twist her arm free, but his grip was iron. She forced a trembling smile. "I'm just administering a mild sedative, sir. Her heart rate is too high. It's standard procedure."

"Standard?" Kenzie thought, her mind a mix of rage and relief. "Zero point one milligrams per kilogram is standard, you psycho. That syringe has at least five milligrams in it!"

Devin's gaze flicked to the syringe. He didn't let go of Desiree's wrist. With his other hand, he plucked the syringe from her trembling fingers. He held it up to the overhead light.

The clear liquid sat at the 5mg mark. The evidence was irrefutable.

Devin's hand flicked. He threw Desiree backward. She stumbled, her back hitting the metal instrument tray with a deafening crash. Trays and scissors clattered to the floor.

The entire ER fell silent. Nurses froze. The administrator stopped mid-sentence.

Kenzie lay on the gurney, her heart still racing, but the panic was fading. She looked at Devin's broad back, at the rigid set of his shoulders. A sense of profound, unexpected safety washed over her.

"That was close," she thought, a weary satisfaction coloring her internal voice. "This guy is ruthless. I like him."

Devin heard the thought. The tight line of his shoulders eased just a fraction. He turned around, his cold expression softening for a split second as he looked at the tiny, feverish baby. He reached out and gathered her back into his arms, wrapping the blanket tight around her shivering body.

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It took seven years for Ethan to convince me I was the center of his universe, and exactly seven weeks for his "business partner," Chloe, to prove I was just a placeholder. I was the woman who ironed his shirts and managed his schedule, yet she was the one he comforted at 2 AM. But the real end didn't come with a fight. It came with an explosion. At a family gathering, a gas heater malfunctioned. Glass shattered, and fire erupted. In that split second of life or death, Ethan didn't look for me. He threw his body over Chloe. He shielded her from the flames, cocooning her in his arms, whispering frantically to her while I stood twenty feet away, watching my boyfriend of seven years act like I didn't exist. When I confronted him later, he didn't apologize. Instead, he let Chloe carve her initials over ours on our anniversary tree. When I tried to stop them, he shoved me into the dirt to comfort her over a broken nail. "You are dead to me, Ava," he screamed. "Jealousy makes you ugly." He thought I would beg. He thought I was an appliance he could unplug and plug back in whenever he wanted. He was arrogant enough to believe I would always be there, waiting for his scraps. He was wrong. While he was playing hero to his mistress, I didn't cry. I booked a one-way ticket to Portland, snapped my SIM card in half, and vanished. By the time he realized the silence in his apartment wasn't peace, but abandonment, I was already gone.

Action Modern Mystery

7.1

Reborn Heiress: The Wolf's Vengeance Deal

7.1

I lay paralyzed on stiff white sheets, a prisoner in my own skin, listening to the rain lash against the window like nails on a coffin. My father, Elmore Franco, didn't even look at my face as he checked his clipboard. He just listened to the steady, monotonous beep of the heart monitor-the only thing proving I was still alive. Without a hint of remorse, he pulled a pen from his pocket and signed the Do Not Resuscitate order. My stepmother, Ophelia, stepped out from behind him, wearing my favorite pearl necklace and smelling of cloying perfume. She leaned close to my ear to whisper the truth that turned my blood to ice. "It was the tea, darling. Just like your mother. A slow, tasteless poison." She chuckled as she revealed that my fiancé, Bryce, had a two-year-old son with my sister, Daniela. My inheritance had been funding their secret life for years, and now that the money was secure, I was an inconvenience they were finally scrubbing away. As my father yanked the power cord from the wall, the beeping died, and the darkness swallowed me whole. I was being murdered by my own flesh and blood, used as a bank account until I was no longer needed. I died in that sterile room, drowning in the realization that every person I ever loved was a monster who had been waiting for me to take my last breath. Then, I gasped. I woke up in a luxury hotel suite surrounded by silk sheets, five years in the past-the very morning of my wedding. Next to me lay Basile Delgado, the "Wolf of Wall Street" and my family's most dangerous enemy. In my first life, I ran from this room in a panic and lost everything. This time, I looked at the man who would eventually destroy my father's empire and decided to join him. "I'm not leaving, Basile. Marry me. Right now. Today."

Action Billionaire Fantasy

8.3

Revenge Is A Daughter's Sweetest Dish

8.3

The first time I died, it was from a cancer my mother couldn' t afford. My father, who had left us for his wealthy mistress, refused to pay for my treatment. In a desperate attempt to save me, my mother tried to sell her kidney on the black market. She was scammed and left to die in an alley. She died of an infection a week before I finally succumbed to the cancer, alone in a hospital bed. I' ll never forget him telling my begging mother that his new family had expenses, handing her a few hundred dollars as if she were trash. Then, I opened my eyes. I was fourteen again, healthy, watching the divorce happen all over again. My father looked at me, expecting me to choose my mother. "Blake," he said, "you' ll have to choose who you want to live with." I remembered the hunger, the cold, and my mother' s broken body. I met her tear-filled eyes, my own heart shattering. "I choose Dad."

Action Modern Mystery

7.4

Sold to be a Billionaire's Slave

7.4

"You like being touched like a dirty whore. Don't you, Zoe?" "Yes, Mr. Gatsby." Zoe never imagined her life could fall apart so quickly. Sold at a secret auction, betrayed by her stepfather after her mother's death., she is bought by Brayden Gatsby, a ruthless billionaire whose wealth hides darker appetites. In his world, her body is no longer her own. Every command tests her limits. Every punishment strips away who she used to be and she gets introduced to sinful fantasies. But submission isn't the end. It's the beginning.Because beneath the chains and the brutal lessons lies a dangerous connection, one Zoe isn't supposed to want. Brayden is merciless, possessive, and utterly in control... yet the more he breaks her, the more he awakens something raw inside her.Caught between pain and pleasure, fear and desire, Zoe must decide: fight for the freedom stolen from her... or surrender completely to the man who bought her as his slave.

Action Billionaire Modern

9.3

The Lycans Twins Hidden Mate

9.3

Alina was raised as an omega maid, and she was kept out of sight and considered a nothing. However, when her pack is deprived of all their belongings at the end of the war, her stepbrother sells her as a sacrifice to the most dreaded rulers in the world, the twin Lycan kings, Kael and Kaden. A single night out with them transforms all that. They brand her as their mate, but the mark fades away by morning. The council calls her cursed. A fake Luna is brought in. And in a short time, Alina has been put in the position of a thief, a liar and a betrayer. Being hunted by the kings she loves, pushed back to the pack which abused her, Alina becomes the Alpha when she discovers the truth about the deaths of her parents. But the kings come back, imploring to be given another opportunity. Her wolf is dying. Her enemies are closing in. And the one, who can rescue her, must sacrifice all of it, even his wolf. At this point, Alina has to decide between revenge, power and the two men she can never forget.

Action Romance Werewolf

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