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 rain was coming down harder now, turning the city into a blur of lights and water. Sterling carried Desiree into the underground parking garage, his jaw clenched tight. He dumped her unceremoniously into the back seat of the Rolls-Royce.

"Gus, her apartment. Fast," Sterling ordered, sliding into the seat beside her and slamming the door.

The car pulled out into the chaotic Manhattan traffic. The wipers beat a frantic rhythm against the windshield. Inside the car, the silence was suffocating.

Desiree was still gasping, her hand clutching her chest. But when Sterling turned his head to look out the window, her gasps stopped. Her face smoothed out. The fear and pain vanished, replaced by a cold, predatory calculation.

Up in the VIP suite, Kenzie was pressed against the glass, her tiny hands leaving prints on the window. She stared down at the black car disappearing into the city. She closed her eyes and pushed her mind out, stretching her telepathic abilities to their absolute limit.

Static crackled in her brain. The distance was making the connection fuzzy. Then, like a radio tuning into a station, Desiree's thoughts blasted into Kenzie's mind, loud and clear.

"You idiot," Desiree was thinking, a triumphant sneer in her mental voice. "You actually fell for it. You're taking me right where I want you to go."

Kenzie's heart dropped. She listened in horror as the plan unfolded in Desiree's twisted mind.

"The GHB is in the liquor cabinet. Just one drink and you'll be putty in my hands. The cameras are already rolling. 360 degrees, high definition. By morning, every board member of the Coleman Group will have a copy of you in bed with me."

Kenzie broke out in a cold sweat. GHB. The date rape drug. It was colorless, odorless, and completely destroyed a person's ability to resist or remember.

"Once the video is out, you'll be begging to marry me to save the family name. And half the trust fund will be mine," Desiree's thoughts gloated.

Kenzie snapped her eyes open. She screamed in her mind, a desperate, piercing warning. "She's setting you up! It's a honey trap! GHB in the drinks! Cameras in the bedroom! She's going to film you and blackmail the entire family!"

Devin was standing by the window, lighting a cigar. The lighter flame paused an inch from the tip. The words "GHB," "cameras," and "blackmail" hit him like a physical force.

He let the lighter snap shut. He didn't doubt the voice. Not anymore. But the implications were staggering. A sex tape involving the Coleman heir would be a disaster of nuclear proportions.

"You have to stop him!" Kenzie yelled, her mental voice raw with urgency. "Once he drinks that, it's over! The stock will tank! The board will revolt! You'll lose billions!"

The mention of the stock price and the billions was the final push. Devin's eyes went cold. He crushed the unlit cigar in his fist, grinding the expensive tobacco into dust over the carpet. He pulled out his phone and dialed Sterling's number.

It rang. And rang. And went to voicemail.

In the back of the Rolls-Royce, Desiree smiled. Her hand was in her purse, her finger resting on the button of a small, portable signal jammer. She always kept the jammer with her when meeting Sterling, a precaution to ensure their private conversations remained private and couldn't be tracked by corporate spies. Tonight, however, it served a much darker purpose. She had come prepared.

Sterling looked at his phone, seeing the "No Signal" icon. He tossed it onto the dashboard in annoyance. "Dead zone," he muttered.

Devin tried again. And again. Nothing. The calls weren't even going through.

"She's jamming the signal!" Kenzie realized, panic clawing at her throat. "She's not taking any chances! Devin, she's going to destroy him! You have to go! Now!"

Devin didn't need to be told again. He turned on his heel, his coat flaring out behind him. He strode out of the room, his face a mask of lethal intent.

"Arthur!" he barked as he hit the hallway. "Get the car. The fastest one. Now!"

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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 8

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