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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Sterling pushed the heavy oak door open. He was ready to unleash the full weight of the Coleman family fortune on whoever had dared to cross him. Desiree hovered behind him, a smug, expectant smirk playing on her lips.

The man on the sofa slowly turned his head. He held a glass of whiskey loosely in one hand, his posture relaxed but radiating a dangerous energy. His icy gray eyes met Sterling's.

Sterling froze. His confident stride broke, his shoulders dropping in shock. The anger on his face melted into pure disbelief.

"Brother?" Sterling breathed, the word escaping before he could stop it. "What are you doing here?"

The smirk on Desiree's face vanished. It was replaced by a look of absolute, paralyzing horror. The glass in Devin's hand, the expensive suit, the cold eyes-it all clicked into place. The man who had destroyed her career wasn't just some rich sponsor. It was Devin Ayers, the most feared man on Wall Street. Sterling's older brother.

Devin ignored her. He tossed his iPad onto the coffee table with a loud clatter. "This is your taste in women, Sterling? A woman who tries to murder babies with triple doses of Diazepam?"

Sterling's face went pale. He walked over to the table on stiff legs and picked up the iPad. He hit play on the video file already queued up.

The screen showed the ER footage. It showed Desiree's face, twisted in malice, as she swapped the vials. It showed her loading the syringe with a deadly amount of sedative. There was no denying it. The evidence was irrefutable.

Sterling's grip on the iPad tightened until his knuckles turned white. He slowly looked up at Desiree. The love, the concern, the protectiveness-it was all gone, replaced by a disgust so deep it made his stomach churn.

Desiree panicked. She threw herself at Sterling's feet, grabbing his trousers. "Sterling, please! The baby was having a fit! I was just trying to help her! It was a mistake!"

In the bedroom, Kenzie rolled her eyes. "A mistake? She practically salivated when she pushed the plunger. This woman's IQ is lower than my current body weight."

Devin heard the thought and a faint smirk touched his lips. He stood up, walking over to stand beside his brother, looking down at the sobbing woman.

Sterling kicked her hands away. He wiped his leg as if he had been touched by something filthy. "A mistake? Your degree is a fake. You buy drugs on the street. And you try to kill infants. You're going to jail."

He pulled out his phone, his fingers shaking with rage. He dialed the number for his bank's concierge service.

"This is Sterling Coleman. Freeze the supplementary black card. Number ending in 4589. Immediately. And suspend all trust fund allowances linked to Desiree Dillon."

The confirmation on the other end was the final nail in the coffin. Desiree collapsed onto the floor, her makeup running down her face in black streaks. She looked like a clown whose circus had burned down.

"You can't do this!" she shrieked, her voice raw and desperate. "I saved your life, Sterling! You promised you'd take care of me! You owe me!"

The words hit Sterling like a physical blow. The memory of the car accident, the smoke, her pulling him from the wreckage-it flashed in his mind. He remembered her pulling him from the twisted metal, her face strangely calm amidst the chaos, almost as if she had expected it. But the trauma of the night had always overshadowed that detail. His shoulders slumped. The righteous anger flickered, replaced by guilt.

Kenzie saw the change in his posture. "Oh, no," she thought, groaning internally. "The idiot is feeling guilty. Don't fall for it, you fool!"

Devin saw it too. He stepped forward, his eyes narrowing. "Sterling-"

Desiree saw her opening. She clutched her chest, her eyes rolling back. She started gasping, her body convulsing on the floor. "I can't breathe! My heart! Sterling, my pills are at the apartment! Please!"

She writhed on the carpet, putting on an Oscar-worthy performance of a panic attack. Sterling hesitated for only a second. The guilt won. He couldn't let the woman who saved his life die on the floor in front of him.

He bent down and scooped her up in his arms. She buried her face in his neck, her body still shaking with fake sobs.

"I'll take her home," Sterling said, his voice tight. He looked at Devin, his expression a mix of shame and defiance. "I'll handle this, Devin. But I have to make sure she doesn't die first."

He didn't wait for a response. He carried her out of the lounge and down the hall to the elevator. The doors closed behind them, leaving Devin standing alone in the silent room.

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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

Pampered By The Ruthless Tycoon Guardian

Chapter 7

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