Pregnant With The Ruthless Billionaire's Secret
Aubree Hamilton was the top-tier executive assistant to Wall Street's most ruthless titan, Beck Franco. A month ago, she made a catastrophic mistake and spent the night in his bed.
Thinking she had erased the mistake with a morning-after pill, she panicked upon his return and lied about being engaged to push him away.
But Beck, a man who despised disloyalty above all else, immediately suspended her and ordered her escorted out of the building. Her nightmare only escalated when her toxic ex-boyfriend attacked her on the street, tearing her purse open and exposing the empty morning-after pill box to the public—and to Beck, who was watching from his penthouse. After having his security rescue her, Beck trapped her in his car, ruthlessly tearing apart her fake engagement. Later in her apartment, the suffocating tension between them almost ignited into a kiss, but a violent wave of nausea suddenly hit Aubree.
She shoved him away with all her strength and violently threw up in the bathroom.
Beck took it as the ultimate physical disgust. He walked out, deeply humiliated and dangerously obsessed, unleashing his resources to investigate her every move.
Left alone and trembling, Aubree finally checked the crushed white box. The pill she took had expired a month ago.
Staring at the two bright pink lines on the pregnancy test, she made a desperate vow: Beck Franco could never know she was carrying his child, and she had to disappear before he found out.
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Chapter 3
The heavy office door clicked shut behind her. The sound was soft, but it echoed in the cavernous silence, a final, definitive sound of a cage being locked.
Beck didn't return to his throne-like chair. Instead, he leaned against the edge of his massive desk, crossing his arms over his broad chest. The pose was casual, but the effect was anything but. It was a posture of pure, predatory dominance.
He broke the silence, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through the floor. "You're avoiding me, Aubree."
It wasn't a question. It was a statement of fact.
Her heart skipped a beat. She forced herself to meet his gaze, to project a calm she was nowhere near feeling. "No, sir. I've just been... busy with the quarterly reports."
A corner of his mouth lifted in a smirk that held no humor, only ice. He didn't believe her.
He pushed off the desk and took a step toward her. The air crackled, thick with a tension she could taste. Involuntarily, she took a step back. Then another, until her back was pressed flat against the cold, unyielding wood of the door.
He didn't stop. He closed the distance between them, placing a hand on the door next to her head, caging her in. The scent of his cologne-sandalwood and something sharp, like gin-filled her senses, a scent she remembered with a horrifying clarity. It was the smell of her biggest mistake.
The nausea from the restaurant returned with a vengeance. She swallowed hard, fighting it down.
He leaned in, his face just inches from hers. "About a month ago," he began, his voice dropping to a rough, intimate whisper. "We need to talk."
Panic, stark and blinding, seized her. This was it. The moment she had been dreading. If she didn't stop this, right now, her career, her entire life, would be over.
A desperate, reckless idea formed in the chaos of her mind. She needed a shield, something so absolute he would have no choice but to back away.
She lifted her chin, forcing herself to look directly into his stormy gray eyes. She marshaled every ounce of strength she had and spoke, her voice surprisingly clear and steady.
"Sir, that night was a mistake. A mistake I will never make again. Because I'm engaged."
The air in the room seemed to freeze, to crystallize into a million tiny shards of ice.
Beck's expression didn't change, but she saw something shift deep in his eyes. A flicker of... something. A cold light that hadn't been there before.
To make the lie believable, to sell it completely, she pushed on, the words tumbling out. "My fiancé... we're getting married soon. That night... I had too much to drink. I feel terrible about what I did to him."
She deliberately took all the blame, positioning herself as a woman consumed by guilt, a woman who belonged to someone else. A woman who was off-limits.
It worked. He slowly straightened up, pulling back and creating a chasm of space between them.
The look on his face had transformed. The cold curiosity was gone, replaced by an expression of mingled disgust and contempt.
She thought he was repulsed by her "infidelity," that her lie had successfully erected the wall she so desperately needed. She had no way of knowing that she had just stumbled into the one, unmarked minefield of his psyche. Beck Franco didn't care about one-night stands, but he had a pathological, unyielding contempt for disloyalty. In his mind, she hadn't just made a mistake. She had cheated. And she had used him to do it.
He thought he was just a pawn in her tawdry little drama.
A humorless laugh, little more than a puff of air, escaped his lips. "Engaged?" he said, the word dripping with scorn. "Congratulations, Miss Hamilton."
He turned his back on her and walked to his desk, picking up the limited-edition pen from the gift box. He tossed it from one hand to the other.
"Since you're about to be another man's wife," he said, his voice dangerously smooth, "I think, to avoid any future... 'misunderstandings'... you should reconsider your position here."
The blood in her veins turned to ice. Reconsider her position? Was he firing her?
Her lie hadn't saved her. It had just handed him the gun to execute her with.
She opened her mouth to protest, to explain, to take it all back, but it was too late. He pressed a button on his intercom.
"Alex," he said, his voice hard as steel. "Inform HR that Miss Hamilton is on an immediate and indefinite leave of absence. All access privileges revoked. I want her to go home and await further instructions." He paused, his cold eyes finding hers, pinning her to the door. "Escort her from the building."
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Four years ago, to protect the man I loved from losing his billionaire empire, I drugged his drink, told him I only used him for his money, and vanished.
Now, at a high-society gala, Callum Wyatt is back. He isn't just a CEO anymore; he's a ruthless predator, and the second his eyes lock onto me, I know I am his prey.
When my wealthy half-sister publicly humiliated me, calling me the cheap bastard child of a homewrecker, Callum stepped out of the shadows. He nearly snapped her wrist in half and declared to New York's elite that anyone who touched me would be dismantled.
In the back of his Maybach, he pinned my arms above my head, his eyes burning with psychotic obsession.
"If you run again, Aubrey, I will burn your entire world to the ground just to keep you."
My heart bled. I had spent four grueling years tearing myself apart to keep him out of my messy, blood-soaked revenge against the family that watched my mother die.
But his terrifying protection only made my biological father's family target me harder, using their massive capital to buy out my movie set and crush my acting career.
They thought I would cower.
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7.6
Jocelyn Yang lived in the grand Turner Mansion, not as a guest, but as a prisoner. Ever since her father's death, the ruthless billionaire Elam Turner forced her to atone for sins her father never committed.
On her nineteenth birthday, a male classmate secretly sent her a diamond necklace. Elam, who had flown back from London overnight, flew into a psychotic, jealous rage at the sight of another man's gift.
He mercilessly crushed the delicate necklace into the marble floor with his custom leather shoe.
"Did you forget what you are?" Elam hissed, dragging her into a pitch-black storage room. "You take gifts from other men behind my back?"
He pinned her to the dusty floorboards and violently assaulted her. The next morning, a wire transfer of $500,000 hit her bank account. He had humiliated her, broken her spirit, and was now casually trying to buy her silence. Later, when a broken bike left her walking miles through a freezing rainstorm, he just shoved scalding tea into her bleeding hands.
"Look at you," he sneered. "You look like a stray dog ruining my floors."
Jocelyn curled up in the cold, her lips bleeding and her heart shattered. She couldn't understand his terrifying obsession. If he hated her so much, why did he refuse to let her go? Why did he look at her with such manic hunger while systematically destroying her life?
Staring at the massive sum of hush money on her phone, a desperate spark of vengeance flared in her chest. Jocelyn wired every single cent back to Elam's account. She picked up her charcoal pencil, vowing to win the upcoming art competition and buy her escape from this monster forever.
9.3
Born into privilege, Eleanor never imagined her life could shatter in a single night. Then her father disappeared with his mistress, her mother fell from a building and slipped into a coma, and everything she once owned turned to dust.
Determined not to ruin Jonathan's future with her family's disgrace, she ended their relationship and became the bride of a man trapped in a vegetative state.
She believed that was the last time their paths would cross. But two years later, Jonathan pinned her in the dark and whispered, "Long time no see, my sister-in-law."
8.8
I am the best esports jungler in the league, but I've been hiding a severe wrist injury just to keep my team alive in the semifinals.
Right in the middle of the crucial tie-breaker game, our mid-laner deliberately walked into the enemy team and died without casting a single defensive spell.
He was match-fixing for offshore betting sites, throwing away our entire season for a massive payout.
Because of his betrayal, we had to sub in two terrified rookies, and we were absolutely slaughtered. The stadium crowd booed us out of the arena. The internet exploded with pure vitriol, trending hashtags calling me a washed-up fraud who hid on the bench to save my own stats. The media demanded I retire immediately. My physical therapist gave me a grim ultimatum: my shredded nerves only allow me four hours of playtime a day before my right hand completely locks up.
I destroyed my own body for this team, only to be sold out by a coward and crucified by the very fans I bled for. Why should my legacy end in total disgrace because of someone else's greed?
I refuse to step down. I forced the traitor out, ignored management's safe roster choices, and locked my eyes on the most toxic, universally hated streamer on the platform.
"He's a walking PR nightmare," my coach warned.
I don't care. He is an arrogant, unhinged killer in the game, and I am going to make him mine.
7.9
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9.5
Carin survived a horrific escape pod crash only to wake up in the mud of an uncharted, barbaric alien planet.
Before she could even process the pain of her fractured ribs, she was captured by towering, wolf-headed warriors who stripped her of her protective gear and threw her into a filthy slave pen.
Because she lacked animal ears and a tail, the clan's arrogant elites mocked her as a repulsive deformity, beating her with spears and forcing her to shovel toxic dung in the deadly Blade Beast pens.
The other female laborers violently bullied her and stole her only scraps of food, leaving her starving and defenseless in a brutal society where the strong preyed on the weak.
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During the chaotic mating ceremony, amidst the cruel laughter of the entire clan, she stepped directly in front of Brannon—a terrifying, sterile, mutant outcast despised by everyone—and boldly claimed the deadly warrior as her mate.