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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Desiree scrambled up from the floor, her hand pressing against her lower back where it had hit the cart. Her face was a mask of pain, but her eyes were darting around the room, calculating. She straightened her rumpled scrubs and lifted her chin.

"This is assault!" she shrieked, pointing a shaking finger at Devin. "Security! This man is interfering with a medical procedure! I want him removed!"

Devin didn't even look at her. He walked over to the counter and picked up a sterile specimen bag. With precise, deliberate movements, he dropped the syringe containing the 5mg dose of Diazepam into the bag and sealed it.

Kenzie watched from the safety of his arms. She turned her head, her gaze landing on Desiree's white coat. The left pocket was bulging slightly.

"Check her left pocket," Kenzie thought, her voice a dry whisper in Devin's mind. "She has an unlabeled vial in there. It's a fast-acting hallucinogen from the black market. She was going to swap it out if anyone asked questions."

Devin's eyes flicked to the pocket. He saw the slight bulge. A dangerous smile touched his lips.

The doors to the ER burst open. A short, portly man in an expensive suit rushed in, his face covered in sweat. Julian Cromwell, the Chief of Pediatrics, looked like he was about to have a heart attack. He saw Devin and practically threw himself into a bow.

"Mr. Ayers! I came as soon as I heard. I am so sorry for this inconvenience-"

"Inconvenience?" Devin cut him off, his voice like ice. He shifted Kenzie to one arm and pointed the specimen bag at Julian. "Is it hospital policy for your doctors to administer lethal doses of sedatives to infants, Julian?"

Julian's face drained of color. He looked at the bag, then at the syringe inside. "Lethal... dose?" He turned to Desiree, his eyes wide. "Dr. Dillon, explain this. Now."

Desiree's lower lip trembled. Tears welled up in her eyes, spilling over her cheeks. She looked utterly heartbroken. "Dr. Cromwell, I swear, it was a mistake. I've been on shift for thirty-six hours. My vision blurred. I grabbed the wrong vial. I would never hurt a child!"

She sobbed, covering her face with her hands. It was a masterful performance.

Kenzie rolled her eyes internally. "She was doing lines of coke in the club bathroom until three in the morning. Her blood is probably half stimulants right now. Fatigue, my ass."

Devin heard the thought. The corner of his mouth twitched. He looked at Arthur, who was standing like a statue by the door. "Arthur. Search her left pocket."

Arthur moved. He was across the room in two strides. Desiree screamed, trying to twist away, but Arthur was a wall of muscle. He grabbed her arm with one hand and plunged his other hand into her left pocket.

He pulled out a small, amber glass bottle. There was no label. No prescription. Nothing but a tiny, ominous container.

Arthur dropped it on the stainless steel counter. It clinked loudly in the silent room.

Desiree's knees buckled. She collapsed into a chair, her face ashen. The tears stopped instantly.

Julian leaned in, squinting at the bottle. He recognized the type. It was a street-grade narcotic dispenser. Not something found in any legitimate pharmacy. His face turned from pale to purple with rage.

"Medical error?" Devin stepped closer, his shadow falling over the cowering doctor. "You bring street drugs into my hospital and try to murder my ward?"

Julian was shaking. "Mr. Ayers, I had no idea-"

"Seal this room," Devin ordered, his voice echoing off the tile walls. "Freeze all security footage. I want her medical license revoked by the end of the hour. And call the Medical Board. I want a full investigation into this department."

"Yes, sir! Immediately, sir!" Julian stammered, waving frantically at the security guards. "Get her out of here! Detain her!"

Two guards rushed in, hauling Desiree to her feet. She didn't fight. She just stared at the floor, her face a mask of pure, venomous hatred.

Devin turned away from the spectacle. He looked down at Kenzie. The fever was still there, but her breathing had steadied. The fear was gone from her eyes.

"Prepare the VIP suite on the top floor," Devin commanded Julian. "I want the best pediatric team in the city here in ten minutes."

"Of course, sir. Right away," Julian squeaked, rushing for the phone.

Devin carried Kenzie toward the private elevator. The doors slid shut, cutting off the chaos of the ER. The elevator hummed as it ascended. Kenzie nestled deeper into his chest, the heat from his body a comforting shield against the chill in her bones.

"You're not so bad," she thought, a sleepy contentment in her voice. "Better than the last batch of bodyguards I had. They just watched me die."

Devin's hand tightened slightly on her back. He stared at the elevator doors, his expression unreadable. But in the quiet of the elevator, a low, rough sound rumbled in his chest. It might have been a chuckle.

"Little monster," he murmured.

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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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