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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Alastair Sinclair, the hospital's chief administrator, wiped his sweaty forehead with a silk handkerchief for the third time in two minutes. He pushed open the frosted glass door of the VIP lounge, his knees feeling like jelly.

Devin Ayers was sitting on a single sofa, an island of cold fury in the center of the room. He was scrolling through his iPad, not bothering to look up as Alastair approached.

"Mr. Ayers," Alastair began, his voice trembling slightly. "Regarding last night's incident... the Medical Board has reviewed the case. They believe it was a tragic error caused by fatigue. Dr. Dillon has been under a lot of stress..."

Devin didn't look up. He just turned a page on his screen. "A tragic error that nearly stopped my ward's heart?"

Alastair swallowed hard. He had to play his trump card. He straightened his tie and forced a confident smile. "Mr. Ayers, Dr. Dillon is engaged to Sterling Coleman. She is practically family. I'm sure we can resolve this quietly, for the sake of the Coleman family name."

Devin finally looked up. His eyes were devoid of any warmth. A sneer curled his lip.

In the bedroom, Kenzie was lying in her crib, listening through the slightly ajar door. She couldn't help but snicker internally. "This old fool has no idea he's talking to the actual head of the Coleman family. He's trying to name-drop you to your face."

Devin heard the thought. The sneer turned into a genuine, chilling smile. He leaned back, crossing his arms. "The Coleman family name? Is that supposed to impress me?"

Alastair blinked, confused by the reaction. "Well, I just thought-"

The door opened. Miles walked in, holding a black, encrypted folder. He ignored the administrator entirely, walking straight to Devin. "Sir. The security footage has been recovered, and the background check is complete."

Devin took the folder. He pulled out a stack of glossy photographs and, with a flick of his wrist, threw them into Alastair's face. The sharp edges scraped against the older man's cheek.

Alastair scrambled to catch them. He looked down at the photos. His blood ran cold. They were surveillance shots of Desiree in a dimly lit underground casino, handing over cash to a man with a scarred face. Other photos showed her buying small amber vials from a street dealer.

"Medical error?" Devin asked softly. He placed his iPad on the coffee table and hit play.

The screen filled with the high-definition footage from the ER. It was zoomed in, slow-motion. It clearly showed Desiree slipping the correct vial of medication into her right pocket and pulling the amber vial from her left. It showed the deliberate, calculated movement of her thumb on the syringe, pushing the plunger far past the safe limit.

There was no fatigue. There was no mistake. It was cold-blooded, premeditated attempted murder.

Alastair dropped to his knees. The carpet absorbed the impact, but the thud of his pride hitting the floor was audible. "Mr. Ayers... I didn't know..."

"The Diazepam in that syringe was concentrated enough to kill a grown man," Devin said, his voice dropping to a lethal whisper. "She was going to make it look like Sudden Infant Death Syndrome. And you were going to help her cover it up."

"No! Never!" Alastair cried, tears streaming down his face. "I swear! I was just trying to protect the hospital's reputation!"

"You were protecting a murderer," Devin stood up, towering over the cowering man. "Fire her. I want her face on every disciplinary board in the country. I want her license revoked by noon. Or I will buy this hospital tomorrow and turn it into a parking garage, and you will be the first one I evict."

"I'll do it!" Alastair scrambled to his feet, nodding frantically. "I'll draft the termination and the public report right now!" He ran out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

Miles stepped forward, handing Devin another document. "Sir, we confirmed it. Her degree is forged. She paid off the admissions dean."

Devin took the paper. "Send it to the Coleman family lawyers," Devin ordered, his voice leaving no room for argument. "Instruct them to forward it to Sterling as an urgent due diligence report. And attach a message from me: Devin Ayers requested this report. Review it before you do anything foolish."

Kenzie, listening from the other room, felt a surge of satisfaction. "Smart move," she thought. "Let the brother do the dirty work. It'll hurt more coming from him."

Devin walked into the bedroom. He looked down at Kenzie, who was staring up at him with wide, innocent eyes. He reached out and poked her soft cheek with one finger.

"Bad guys gone," he said, his voice surprisingly gentle. "Happy now?"

Kenzie wrinkled her nose and turned her head away from his finger. "Stop poking me," she thought irritably. "I'm not a toy. Personal space!"

Devin let out a low chuckle. The sound was rusty, as if he hadn't made it in a long time.

Just then, his phone buzzed. He pulled it out and glanced at the screen. The name flashing on it was "Sterling."

Devin's smile vanished. He answered the call, his face hardening. "Hello, Sterling."

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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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