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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Beck's thumb brushed over the frantic pulse point on her wrist. His eyes, dark and heavy-lidded, held hers captive. The look in them was a raw, elemental thing that stripped away the layers of CEO and assistant, leaving only man and woman.

Slowly, deliberately, he pulled her hand away from him, but he did not release her wrist. With his free hand, he cupped her chin, his touch surprisingly gentle, tilting her face up to his.

"Aubree," he rasped, his voice thick with a desire that sent a tremor through her. "Why did you lie to me?"

The question barely registered. His face was getting closer, his lips parting slightly. She could see the flecks of silver in his gray eyes, feel the warmth of his breath on her skin.

Her own lips parted in a silent, involuntary invitation. Her mind was a white-hot blank. The world had narrowed to this single, terrifying, electrifying point in time.

He was going to kiss her. And she was going to let him.

And then it hit.

A violent, overwhelming wave of nausea, more powerful than anything she had felt before. It surged up from the pit of her stomach, hot and acidic, tasting of bile.

Primal, biological instinct obliterated everything else.

With a strength born of pure desperation, she shoved him. Hard.

Beck, caught off guard by the sudden violence of her rejection, stumbled back a step. The raw hunger in his eyes was instantly replaced by shock, then a flash of disbelief.

Aubree didn't have time to see it. She slapped a hand over her mouth, spun around, and bolted for the bathroom, slamming the door and fumbling with the lock.

The sound that came next was ugly, violent, and unmistakable. She was retching, her body convulsing as she threw up into the toilet.

Out in the living room, Beck stood frozen. The last vestiges of desire vanished, replaced by a cold, profound humiliation.

His mind raced, searching for an explanation. Was she ill? Had she eaten something bad? The thoughts were fleeting, immediately discarded. He remembered the fierce determination with which she had lied to him, the panic in her eyes as she fled his car, the absolute terror on the sidewalk. No, this wasn't a coincidence. It was a pattern. This was a visceral, physical rejection of him. The conclusion was brutal and inescapable.

She would rather be physically sick than kiss him. The very thought of his touch made her want to vomit.

It was the most profound, most visceral rejection a man could experience. A complete and utter repudiation of his very being.

His fists clenched at his sides, the newly bandaged knuckles straining against the fabric. The wound throbbed, a dull echo of the gaping injury just inflicted on his pride.

He didn't wait. He turned, strode to the door, and walked out of her apartment, pulling it shut behind him with a sharp, definitive crack that echoed the shattering of something inside him.

In the bathroom, Aubree finally finished. She slumped against the cool tile, weak and trembling. After a few minutes, she flushed the toilet and dragged herself to the sink, rinsing her mouth.

She looked at her reflection. A pale, hollow-eyed stranger stared back. And in that moment, a single, terrifying thought cut through the fog of her misery.

This wasn't stress. This wasn't a hangover. This was something else.

She stumbled out of the bathroom. The apartment was empty. Beck was gone. A part of her was relieved, but a much larger part was consumed by a new and rapidly growing panic.

She scrambled for her purse, the one Jordyn had dumped on the sidewalk. Her fingers closed around the small, crushed white box.

With trembling hands, she turned it over, her eyes searching for the fine print on the bottom flap.

EXP: 04/2023.

Her breath caught in her throat. The current month was June. The pill had expired last month.

All the strength left her body. She slid down the wall, landing in a heap on the floor. The world tilted on its axis.

She remembered the pregnancy test she kept in the back of her medicine cabinet, bought ages ago for a scare that had turned out to be nothing.

She crawled back into the bathroom, her movements clumsy, robotic. She tore open the foil packet, her hands shaking so badly she could barely hold the plastic stick. She followed the instructions, her mind numb.

She placed the test on the edge of the sink, preparing for the longest three minutes of her life.

She didn't need it.

Almost instantly, a second pink line began to bloom in the small window, a vivid, undeniable slash of color.

Two lines.

Positive.

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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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