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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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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When life burned her world to ashes, she chose to bloom. After a childhood tragedy and years of abuse under her aunt's control, Kiera Sinclair never imagined her freedom would come disguised as another prison; a forced marriage to the cold and powerful billionaire, Ryan Montenegro in place of her cousin. Their union, born from deceit and desperation, begins as a battlefield. Ryan believes Kiera is part of a plot against him, while she silently carries scars from a past he cannot begin to understand. But as walls crumble and truth peeks through the cracks, their hatred gives way to something dangerously tender. Through the trials, Kiera grows stronger, learning to navigate the world of wealth, manipulation, and love with courage and self-assurance. Just as love dares to grow, Luciana Salvador; Ryan's actual lover and the unstable daughter of Sandra Montenegro's late friend burns with a vengeance when she realises Ryan's closeness with Keira yet she only let him marry Keira so she could bore him a child through surrogacy and then divorce her and come back to her. Her obsession turns deadly, her lies spark chaos, and her darkness threatens to consume them all. Luciana secretly aligns with Alex, forming a dangerous partnership where Alex manipulates situations to pressure Kiera, while Luciana fuels Ryan's emotional turmoil and spreads deception, making them a formidable, intertwined threat. Caught between revenge, heartbreak, and buried family secrets, Kiera must decide: will she rise from the ruins or let the past destroy what's left of her heart?

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8.2

His Friend, My Living Hell

8.2

My father's routine heart surgery went horribly wrong, leaving him in a coma. The surgeon was Fabiola, my husband Julian's celebrated childhood friend. When I begged Julian to use his immense resources to save him, he gave me a chilling ultimatum: my father's life for Fabiola's career. To protect her, he stood by as she deliberately scalded my hand with boiling soup. He locked me in a rat-infested wine cellar to "teach me a lesson." He even force-fed me peanuts, knowing I had a deadly allergy, and had me committed to a psychiatric hospital when I still wouldn't break. I didn't understand how the man who once promised to build a fortress around me had become the one launching the attack, all for a woman he claimed was just a friend. So, as Fabiola shoved me from the deck of our yacht into the dark water below, I didn't fight. I let myself fall, because faking my death was the only way to destroy them both.

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8.6

HIS to CLAIM ALPHA ZEKE

8.6

He marked her like property.Then Completely turned on her Cecelia was never meant to survive the bond, she was just meant to bleed for it.chosen for her pack use for an alignment, discarded when she became inconvenient.zeke took everything from her: her freedom, her future,and something she never meant to give; her heart But she didn't die. She learned. Now she's back, unrecognizable, with poison in her smile and vengeance stitched into her skin. His mark still burns on her body.But the girl he broke is gone And the woman she's become want nothing to do with him she doesn't want his love She wants him to break And this time, she'll make sure he stays broken

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9.1

Mr. Mafia's Obsession: His Darkest Desire

9.1

Elena’s life shatters when she is forced into a dangerous arrangement with Dante, a ruthless and powerful mafia boss. Trapped in his shadow, she must navigate a world of violence and secrets while he becomes increasingly obsessed with her. As Dante’s dark desires consume him, Elena struggles to survive his possessive grip. Their volatile connection blurs the line between fear and passion, leading to a high-stakes game of loyalty and betrayal.

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9.2

My lover's revenge after my death

9.2

Five years after my death, the street punk banished by the Mafia family returned to this soil as a highly respected Godfather. He didn't come back for turf or business. He came for revenge. He wanted to make me regret the day I "betrayed" him. He framed my father as a rat. He locked my mother in a pitch-black basement until she went blind. He crippled my brother's right arm, stripping away his gift as a top-tier sniper forever. To find me and exact his vengeance personally, he had turned himself into a monster. "She’s dead! She’s been dead!" my brother roared. "Five years ago! When The Commission sent hitters after you, she took the fall! She burned to ashes so you could live!"

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7.6

Replaced By A Mistress: The Wife's Revenge

7.6

I went to the City Clerk's office to update my passport, desperate to feel alive again after losing my ability to draw. Instead, the clerk handed me a reality that killed me. "Mrs. Crosby," she whispered, her face drained of color. "You aren't married to Bennet. The divorce was finalized three years ago. On October 12th." The date hit me harder than a physical blow. October 12th was the day my right hand was crushed. The day Gianna Skinner, a woman obsessed with my husband, shattered twenty-seven bones in my drawing hand with a marble bust. Bennet, the most ruthless Don in New York, had promised me justice. He swore he locked Gianna in a dungeon to rot for hurting his "Angel." But the screen in front of me told a different story. He had married Gianna the very same day he divorced me. I drove to the Lake House where she was supposed to be suffering. I didn't find a prison; I found a modern glass palace. There they were, sitting on a swing set I had designed. Gianna wasn't rotting. She was laughing in his lap, wearing a silk robe. "She is so pathetic," Gianna purred, tracing his jaw. "Five years and she still thinks she is the Lady of the house." Bennet chuckled, the sound dark and terrifying. "She is broken, Gianna. A bird with no wings. She has no value to the Family anymore, except as a trophy on my shelf. She is my pet. You are my fire." My phone buzzed in my pocket. A text from Bennet. "Happy Anniversary, my Angel. Tonight, I give you the world." He wasn't giving me the world. He was building a cage out of lies. Through a bugged ring, I later heard his endgame: he planned to institutionalize me for "mental instability" so he could bring Gianna into the light. I didn't go home to cry. I went to my office and opened a secure browser on the dark web. *Subject: Protocol Erasure.* *Target: Harper Cline.* *Execution: Immediate.* Bennet thought he had broken his pet. He was about to realize he had just unleashed a lioness.

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