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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Chapter 4
Morning light sliced through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the VIP suite, painting bright stripes across the polished hardwood floor. Kenzie opened her eyes. The fever had broken sometime during the night. Her head felt clear for the first time since she had woken up in that cardboard box.
She lifted her hand. It was still tiny, still pudgy, but it obeyed her command. She flexed her fingers, feeling the weak grip. She was trapped in this body, but at least she was alive.
She turned her head. Devin Ayers was sitting on a leather sofa a few feet away, his long legs crossed. He was wearing a fresh shirt, no tie, the collar open. He held an iPad in one hand and a cup of black coffee in the other, scrolling through documents with a focused intensity.
Kenzie stared at him, her mind working furiously. She knew this man. Not personally, but by reputation. Devin Ayers. The older brother of Sterling Coleman. The real power behind the Coleman family fortune, hiding behind his mother's maiden name to avoid the spotlight.
"If I remember correctly," Kenzie thought, analyzing the situation, "the Coleman family is about to walk into a meat grinder. And it all starts with that woman from last night."
Devin's thumb stopped scrolling. He took a slow sip of his coffee, his eyes never leaving the screen, but Kenzie could see the muscle in his jaw tick. He was listening.
"Desiree Dillon isn't just some bad doctor," Kenzie continued her mental briefing. "She's going to sink her claws into that idiot brother of yours. She wants the Coleman trust fund, and she'll do anything to get it."
Devin set the coffee cup down. It clinked softly against the saucer.
"Her Ivy League degree is a fake," Kenzie thought, dropping the bomb. "She bought her way in. But that's not the worst part. She's the illegitimate daughter of Jiles Patrick."
Devin's hand froze on the iPad. The name 'Jiles Patrick' echoed in his mind, a name he hadn't heard in years, spoken only in the deepest shadows of global power. The rogue agent who had nearly brought down the Aegis Alliance. How could this... voice... know it? A chill crept down his spine as he stared at the infant. The implications were staggering, bordering on the impossible. Was he hallucinating? Or was this child something else entirely? He pushed the questions aside for now. The immediate threat to his brother was paramount. The color drained from his face.
Devin stood up abruptly. He walked over to the window, turning his back to the baby. He gripped the plastic rod that controlled the blinds. His knuckles were white.
Kenzie watched him, oblivious to the storm she was causing. "If she marries Sterling, she'll drug him. She'll film it. She'll use the scandal to take over the entire family security network. And you, Devin Ayers, will be the first one she throws in prison to cover her tracks."
Crack.
The plastic rod snapped in Devin's grip. The sharp sound echoed in the quiet room.
Kenzie flinched. She looked at the broken piece in his hand, then at his rigid back. "What's his problem?" she wondered, feeling a bit annoyed. "Does he work out too much? Who breaks a window rod by accident?"
Devin took a deep breath. He dropped the broken pieces into the trash bin and turned around. His face was a mask of stone, but his eyes were burning with a cold fire. He walked back to the sofa, pulling out his phone.
"Miles," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "Change of plans. I don't just want Desiree Dillon's history. I want to know every contact she has with a man named Jiles Patrick. And I want to know if she has any ties to a group called the Aegis Alliance."
He paused, listening to the stunned silence on the other end.
"And find out where that baby came from," Devin added, his gaze locking onto Kenzie. "Search every dumpster in Tribeca. I want answers."
He hung up and slipped the phone back into his pocket.
Kenzie felt a shiver of apprehension. She hadn't expected him to move this fast. "Not bad," she thought, trying to reassure herself. "He's sharp. But he'll never find out who I am. I didn't exist in this body until last night."
Devin heard the confidence in her thoughts. A faint smirk touched his lips. He stood up and walked over to the crib. He looked down at her, his expression unreadable.
The door opened, and a nurse walked in carrying a bottle of warm formula. "Time for breakfast, little one," she cooed.
Devin held up a hand. "I'll do it."
The nurse looked surprised but handed him the bottle without a word, then backed out of the room.
Devin sat on the edge of the bed. He awkwardly positioned the bottle, pushing the rubber nipple against Kenzie's lips. She was starving. The smell of the milk was intoxicating. She latched on and started sucking greedily.
Then the heat hit her tongue. It was too warm. It border on hot.
"Ow! Are you trying to scald my throat?" Kenzie yelled in her mind, her face scrunching up in displeasure. "This is boiling! Test it on your wrist, you amateur!"
Devin pulled the bottle away instantly. He looked at the nipple, then at the baby's frowning face. He tilted the bottle and let a drop fall onto the back of his hand. It was definitely too hot. A faint flush crept up his neck.
He stood up and handed the bottle back to the nurse, who was still hovering by the door. "Cool it down," he ordered.
Kenzie watched him, her stomach growling. But despite the hunger, a sense of mischievous glee filled her. She let out a mental laugh, a bright, mocking sound. "Serves you right, big guy."
Devin closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. He took a deep breath, shaking his head slowly. He was a man who controlled billion-dollar empires, and he was being bossed around by atwo-and-a-half-year-old baby.
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9.2
Jacqueline Blackburn, a desperate Ivy League tutor, walked into the sleazy Veridian VIP club just to save her job.
But her billionaire client, the ruthless Christian Montgomery, mistook her for a cheap escort, blowing cigar smoke in her face and treating her like trash.
When she furiously turned to leave, a drunk former client attacked her in the hallway, tearing her white dress open and pinning her by the throat.
She fought back, stabbing the man's hand with a pen, only for Christian to emerge from the shadows and brutally crush the attacker's bleeding hand under his heel.
Instead of letting her go, Christian draped his heavy suit jacket over her exposed skin, trapped her in his dark suite, and forced her to sign a suffocating contract.
"You have exactly ninety days, or I will personally ensure you cease to exist in my city."
She thought she could just keep her head down, teach his nephew, and survive.
But she didn't understand why this terrifying underground tyrant was suddenly so fixated on her.
Why did he use his immense power to isolate her, publicly claim her at a billionaire gala, and track her every move?
When she received a chilling midnight text demanding she pack her bags and move into his sprawling estate by 8:00 AM, the terrifying reality set in.
She hadn't escaped the wolf. She had just walked directly into his cage.
8.6
Lilac Stone once wanted nothing more than being unnoticed. But everything changed the moment she met Adrian Cole, the new lecturer.
He's distant and completely off-limits. She's quiet, guarded, and unprepared for the way he sees right through her.
What begins as harmless conversations after class quickly turns into something far more dangerous-something neither of them can stop no matter how hard they try.
But then they're living in a world where rules are meant to be followed, and their connection is one line they were never supposed to cross.
Whispers turn to accusations. Secrets are exposed. Their futures are at risk.
They are merely two opposites-a lecturer and a student, a male and a female-but they are bound to destroy each other as long as they are huddled in one space at the same time.
What then can they choose: forfeit their futures and embrace their happiness, or let the latter slip while keeping their careers intact?
7.5
For five years, I was locked away in the freezing royal dungeon, starved and used as a bloody plaything by the kingdom's sadistic Cabinet Minister, Brandt Fischer.
He tortured me daily for one twisted reason: I simply looked like someone else.
When he visited my cell to casually announce my father's execution and drag a silver dagger across my neck, he expected me to beg.
Instead, I laughed, sank my teeth directly into his carotid artery, and was violently thrown against a jagged stone wall to my death.
As my skull cracked and my blood stained the moss, I thought about my so-called family. The moment Brandt had demanded me, my father, the Duke, handed me over without a single hesitation to save his own political career.
I was nothing but a disposable pawn, left to rot in the dark while the monsters who ruined my life thrived.
I died suffocating on my own blood and absolute, destructive vengeance.
Then, I opened my eyes.
I was lying in my silk-sheeted bed, reborn as my fifteen-year-old self.
Today was the exact day Lord Daryl Langley, the God of War, would be ambushed and crippled—the event that allowed Brandt to seize ultimate power.
I immediately stole a horse, rode to the palace gates, and threw myself directly in front of Daryl's moving carriage.
"I just didn't want to see a hero die like a slaughtered pig."
I didn't care if I had to shatter my own ankle to hijack his convoy. This time, I was going to save the general, and he would become the blade I use to slaughter them all.
7.2
Azura Briggs was just a broke college student working freezing valet shifts to pay her adoptive mother's crushing medical debt.
Her desperate life shattered the night a bulletproof Maybach violently cornered her in an alley, and a ruthless billionaire kidnapped her by mistake.
After a harrowing escape, Azura was forced to take a humiliating "plus-one" gig at a high-end gala just to survive. But her date turned out to be the billionaire's arrogant nephew, who promptly abandoned her to the wolves. Cornered by a sleazy executive and his psychotic wife, Azura was publicly slapped, her dress torn, and left bleeding on the floor while hundreds of elites watched in disgust.
Just as she prepared to fight to the death, the crowd violently parted. Hunter Mcintosh, the terrifying man who had kidnapped her days ago, dropped to his knees in the broken glass and wrapped his bespoke jacket around her trembling shoulders.
Azura was completely paralyzed. Why was the monster who threatened her life now destroying billionaires just to protect her?
But the illusion of safety didn't last. Trapped in his Maybach hours later, Hunter threw a draconian employment contract at her feet.
"Sign it, and her care is covered. Forever."
He knew exactly how to break her. He was offering to pay off her mother's debt, but only if she signed her life away to become his personal assistant. With no other way out, Azura picked up the heavy pen.
9.7
I was an intern nurse working exhausting shifts, yet my mother constantly forced me into blind dates with wealthy, arrogant men to secure our family's social standing.
During a terrifying hospital lockdown, an assassin disguised as a doctor held a scalpel to my throat. I was almost killed, but a high-ranking military colonel threw his own body down a flight of concrete stairs to shield me.
I survived with cuts and bruises, but when I went home, my mother didn't care about my near-death experience. She was only furious that I had rushed out on my blind date with Preston, a rich financial analyst.
She forced me to meet him to apologize. When Preston grabbed my arm, bruised me, and mocked my attack as a pathetic lie, my mother still took his side.
"Men get angry," she told me coldly. "It's your job not to provoke them. You will beg for his forgiveness, or you are no longer welcome in this house."
I had narrowly escaped an assassin, yet my own family was willing to feed me to a monster just for a fat paycheck and neighborhood gossip.
My heart went completely dead.
So, when the intimidating Colonel appeared, offering me maximum military protection through a sudden marriage, I didn't hesitate.
I walked back into my parents' house and calmly slapped a crisp marriage certificate onto the coffee table.
"I won't be apologizing to Preston. I got married today."
8.6
Today was my father's grand second wedding, but for me, it was the anniversary of my mother's death.
My new stepmother, Marley, who was only four years older than me, cornered me. To establish her dominance as the new Luna, she ordered her servants to force me to my knees and violently ripped my late mother's necklace from my neck.
It was the only memento my mother had left me. Marley sneered, threw it to the ground, and shattered the gems. When I scrambled to pick up the broken pieces, she dug her high-heeled shoe into the back of my hand, mocking me as dirty trash. No one stepped in to help. My father was too busy celebrating his new marriage under the dazzling lights, completely erasing my mother's memory and leaving me to be abused in my own pack.
My heart was full of grievance and despair. Why did my mother's lifelong devotion end with her grave desolate and her daughter humiliated? I swore I would never become a weak, discarded she-wolf whose life depended on a man.
Desperate to escape the suffocating wedding, I ran outside and stumbled right into the chest of a terrifying stranger.
"No one should ever touch what is precious to you."
His golden eyes blazed with fury as sparks instantly shot through my veins. He was Kade Blackwood, the ruthless Alpha of the feared Blood Moon Pack—and my fated mate.