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 door of the Maybach closed with a soft, heavy thud, sealing her inside. The chaotic sounds of New York City vanished, replaced by a silence so complete it was suffocating.

Beck was sitting in the seat opposite her, his long legs crossed, his suit jacket unbuttoned. He didn't speak. He just watched her, his gray eyes as sharp and dissecting as a surgeon's scalpel.

Aubree couldn't meet his gaze. She stared at her own reflection in the darkened window, a pale, disheveled stranger. Her hands were twisted together in her lap, her knuckles white.

The car pulled smoothly into traffic. The silence stretched, each second a new turn of the screw.

Finally, she couldn't take it anymore. "Thank you, sir," she whispered, her voice hoarse. "For what Alex did..."

He cut her off, his voice devoid of any warmth. "Was that man your 'fiancé'?"

The question landed like a punch to the gut. The interrogation had begun.

"No," she said, shaking her head quickly. "No, he's my ex-boyfriend."

A flicker of something-amusement? Contempt?-crossed his face. "Oh? And where was your fiancé while you were being assaulted on a public street?"

Her mind was a blank slate of panic. She grasped for a name, any name. "He's... he's out of the country. On business."

Beck leaned forward slightly, the pressure in the small space intensifying. "Is that so? What's his name?"

Aubree's throat went dry. She couldn't say Julian's name; it was too easily disproven. She needed a wall, not another lie he could tear down. She bit her lip, her chin lifting in a flicker of defiance. "With all due respect, sir, I don't believe my personal life is relevant to my employment, which, as I understand it, is currently suspended." She tried to use professional boundaries as a shield, though her voice trembled on the last word.

The instant the words left her lips, she wanted to die. It was a foolish, desperate gambit.

A knowing, dangerous glint appeared in Beck's eyes. Her refusal was more telling than any lie.

He didn't call her on it. Not directly. He changed tactics, his voice silky and sharp. "Interesting. And the box, Miss Hamilton? The one your ex-boyfriend seemed so upset about?"

He stared directly into her eyes. "Why would a woman with a fiancé need a morning-after pill?"

It was a checkmate. A perfect, inescapable trap. Every possible answer was a lie that would only dig her deeper.

"I... it was..." she stammered, the words dying in her throat.

He watched her flounder for a moment longer, then he lost his patience. He leaned back, his face a mask of cold certainty.

"You're not wearing an engagement ring," he began, ticking off the points like a prosecutor in his closing argument. "You refuse to name your supposed fiancé. And a woman in a committed relationship does not typically carry emergency contraception in her purse."

He paused, letting the weight of his logic crush her. Then, the final blow.

"There is no fiancé. Is there?"

Her defenses crumbled. A hot, shameful wave of humiliation washed over her, and tears welled in her eyes. She felt stripped bare, a fool exposed in front of the one person she couldn't afford to look weak in front of.

She didn't answer. She couldn't. She just bit her lip and turned her head to stare blindly out the window.

Her silence was his confirmation.

He had his answer, but it only seemed to make him more agitated. Why lie? Why go to such lengths to push him away? The rejection, so blatant and desperate, sparked something in him-a possessive, unfamiliar curiosity that he found deeply unsettling.

The car stopped at a red light.

The suffocating atmosphere, the weight of his gaze, the sting of her humiliation-it was too much. In a single, fluid motion, Aubree lunged for the door handle, threw it open, and scrambled out of the car.

She plunged into the stream of pedestrians crossing the street, not looking back.

"Sir?" the driver asked, startled. "Should we go after her?"

Beck watched her small, retreating figure disappear into the Manhattan crowd. A dark, predatory light glinted in his eyes.

"Follow her," he commanded, his voice a low, determined growl.

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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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