Protecting the Billionaire's Daughter
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"You are paid to protect me, not touch me," Aria snapped, backing into the velvet wall of the limousine.
Aria Kingsley had been kissed before. But never like this. Not against the cold wall of her father's mansion. Not by the one man sworn to guard her body, not steal it.
Aria has been raised like a jewel in a glass box-perfect, untouchable, and suffocated by her father's power. When a threat against her life surfaces, Damon Cross, a brooding ex-special forces soldier with scars he doesn't talk about, is hired as her personal bodyguard.
Aria hates his rules. Damon hates her defiance. But the more they clash, the hotter the tension burns. Every stolen glance, every forbidden touch threatens to destroy the walls between them.
Yet Damon's past is as dangerous as Aria's future. Enemies close in, secrets unravel, and passion becomes a risk neither can afford. In a world where loyalty can be bought and betrayal is inevitable, one question remains-
Can Aria survive falling in love with the one man she was never meant to have?
This story layers romance, betrayal, forbidden sex, family secrets, dangerous enemies, and shocking twists.
Protecting the Billionaire's Daughter Chapter 1
His hand cupped my breast, thumb circling the hardened tip, while his mouth claimed mine with bruising hunger. My back pressed against the leather seat, my legs tangled with his, and I couldn't breathe, couldn't think-couldn't care.
The warmth of his tongue dragged over my nipple through silk, teasing, tasting, until I whimpered against his lips. One hand kneaded me slowly, deliberately, while the other squeezed my waist, anchoring me in place like I belonged to him.
I didn't push him away. I pulled him closer.
"Damon..." My voice broke on his name, shaky, pleading.
He groaned into my mouth, deep and guttural, like he'd been starving for me since the moment he saw me. His lips left a trail of fire down my throat. His teeth grazed my skin, and my thighs squeezed together helplessly.
I knew it was wrong.
I knew it could destroy us both.
But in the backseat of that car, with rain pelting the tinted glass and my father's empire only streets away, wrong had never felt so intoxicating.
This wasn't how a bodyguard should touch his boss's daughter.
This wasn't how Marcus Kingsley's perfect heiress should behave.
Yet Damon Cross didn't kiss me like an employee.
He kissed me like a man who had already decided I was his.
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Six Weeks Earlier
I should have known trouble the moment I saw him.
The gala was suffocating. Champagne, chandeliers, a hundred false smiles. My father clamped his hand around my arm as he dragged me from one shareholder to the next, showing me off like I was another glittering asset in his collection.
And then, in the corner of the ballroom, I saw him.
Damon Cross.
He didn't mingle. He didn't smile. He didn't sip champagne. He stood at the edge of the light, tall and broad, his black suit stretched across a body built for war, not waltzes. His eyes swept the room with sharp calculation-until they landed on me.
And stayed.
Everyone else saw "Aria Kingsley, the billionaire's daughter."
Damon looked at me like he saw the girl beneath the diamonds.
And that was infinitely more dangerous.
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The danger came quickly.
A crash outside. Shouts. The glittering crowd froze, panic rippling like a wave.
Before I could even gasp, Damon's arm locked around me, pulling me against his chest, shielding me completely.
"Down," he growled in my ear, his voice rough, commanding, leaving no room for argument.
I should have been terrified of the noise.
Instead, all I felt was the strength of his body caging mine.
When the chaos turned out to be nothing more than a drunken paparazzo, Damon still didn't let go right away. His hand lingered at my waist, strong, possessive, unyielding. Too long. Too deliberate.
And when he finally released me, I knew something irreversible had begun.
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Now
Six weeks later, my body was proof of it.
His mouth was hot on my breast, his hand pushing the fabric aside now, tongue swirling over bare skin until my back arched off the seat. His fingers rolled the other nipple, slow and relentless, wringing sounds from me I never knew I could make.
My nails dug into his shoulders. My legs trembled around him.
I was falling.
Falling into Damon Cross.
Falling into fire.
Then, suddenly-he stopped.
He pulled back, his breath ragged, his hand still clutching my waist like he couldn't quite let go. His eyes, when they met mine, were darker than I'd ever seen, torn between hunger and restraint.
For one heartbeat, I thought he'd keep going.
That he'd ruin me completely right here.
Instead, his voice cut like ice.
"This can never happen again."
The words shattered me harder than any rejection. His lips were swollen, his chest heaving, his body still betraying just how much he wanted me. But his tone was lethal, final, the voice of a man who'd drawn a line in blood.
I swallowed, my pulse screaming in protest.
"But Damon-"
He leaned closer, his mouth brushing the shell of my ear, and whispered:
"If you tempt me again, Aria, I won't stop next time. And that will destroy us both."
Then he pulled away, leaving me trembling in the silence, my body still burning with the imprint of his touch.
And for the first time, I realized Damon Cross might not just be my father's protector.
He might be my downfall.
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Protecting the Billionaire's Daughter of Contents
Chapter 1 Ch. 1Chapter 2 Ch. 2Chapter 3 Ch. 3Chapter 4 Ch. 4Chapter 5 Ch. 5Chapter 6 Ch. 6
Chapter 7 Ch. 7
Chapter 8 Ch. 8
Chapter 9 Ch. 9
Chapter 10 Ch. 10
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7.8
Alayna was working a grueling catering shift in worn-out heels to support her broke college boyfriend, Caiden, who claimed to be studying at the library.
But through the crack of a VIP suite door, she saw him wearing a bespoke suit and a Patek Philippe watch, sipping expensive liquor.
"It's a little poverty role-play. Keeps things interesting."
He was laughing with his rich friends, mocking her as his clueless "charity case."
To make matters worse, she was forced into a humiliating mascot costume just in time to watch him passionately kiss his wealthy ex-girlfriend.
That same night, Alayna's mother collapsed with gastric cancer, requiring a half-million-dollar surgery.
When a desperate Alayna begged Caiden for help, he refused.
"Why don't you just apply for Medicaid? That's the path for people like you."
For two years, she had starved herself to buy his textbooks, his tickets, and his shoes.
He had stolen her sweat and her sacrifices, all for a cruel game.
The sheer audacity of his betrayal made her blood run cold.
When a billionaire stranger stepped in to pay her mother's medical bills in exchange for a one-year fake marriage, Alayna didn't hesitate to sign the contract.
She slipped the flawless diamond ring onto her finger, opened a spreadsheet, and sent Caiden an invoice for every single cent.
This time, she was going to dismantle his entire life.
8.1
BLURB.
Selena had it all, a devoted mate, Kael, and a life planned as the future Luna of their pack. Until betrayal struck. Her mate slept with her sister, and the entire pack already knew. Humiliation, heartbreak, and fury consumed her, leaving her adrift in a world that had always demanded strength.
Then Darius appeared. The enigmatic Alpha whose gaze pierced her defenses and whose presence demanded more than she was ready to give. He didn't pity her. He didn't console her. He challenged her, pushed her, tested her, stripped her bare of pretenses and in doing so, awakened a dangerous attraction she never anticipated.
Under his guidance, Selena must confront her past, reclaim her power, and navigate the deadly tensions of pack politics. Training becomes a battlefield of desire and restraint, where every glance, every touch, every word between them carries unspoken weight. The slow-burn connection intensifies with every moment, fiery, messy, human, impossible to ignore.
But the road to healing and love is never easy. Kael returns, stirring the ashes of old attachments, while external pack threats loom. Selena is forced to choose between the remnants of a shattered past and the consuming, dangerous pull of Darius, the Alpha who sees every crack in her soul and refuses to look away.
7.1
From a disgraced Luna whose execution was already ordered by her gormless and ripe-for-the-picking Alpha of a husband, to becoming the long-lost princess of the revered witch empire, Xylia thought she'd finally thrown off hard luck.
However, on her 25th birthday, she received a terrible blow. The ill-famed fiend, Kyle Norman, King of the Lycan realm turned out to her mate! He wasn't going to take 'No!' for an answer.
He wasn't planning to let go of the 'property' the Moon goddess had bestowed on him. War was nothing but a means to get Xylia to his side forever, even if he had to tread on a sea of carcasses.
From a dignified princess entitled to splendiferous things to a lowly maid in the Lycan realm, a despondent Xylia gets another surprise. Kyle has a twin with a vendetta against him?
And worst of all, that vindictive twin is also her mate?! Just how hair-raising were things going to get?
8.6
Amara believed marriage would finally give her the peace she had spent her whole life praying for. But after years beside Ayo-her charming, unpredictable husband-peace becomes the one thing she can never hold. Their home is filled with longing for a child Amara cannot conceive, and every month of disappointment pulls her further into despair.
Then the unexpected happens: Tina, a girl Ayo once denied ever caring about, returns pregnant... with the child Amara had spent years begging God for. The betrayal cuts deep-but the wound it opens is older, darker, and rooted in secrets Amara never knew she inherited.
Strange visions begin to haunt her. A mysterious man appears with warnings she does not understand. Shadows gather around her marriage. Doors she did not open start to creak. And everywhere she turns, she feels watched-not by a person, but by something ancient, patient, and owed.
Amara soon learns that her battle is not just with a husband's infidelity or a rival's pregnancy... it is with a spiritual debt tied to her bloodline. A debt demanding payment.
As her marriage crumbles and the supernatural closes in, Amara must confront the truth about herself, her past, and the unseen forces shaping her destiny. Because in a world where wombs can be exchanged and fates can be manipulated, love alone is not enough to survive.
And the child she has always prayed for... may carry the key to either her redemption or her ruin.
9.2
After his father passes away, Darnell becomes the new heir to King Hotels. But his grandfather-who owns shares of the hotels-wants Darnell to marry to earn his (Grandfather's) shares before his death.
After her father's death, Sasha and her family are left to deal with the burden he leaves behind-a huge debt owed to loan sharks.
Darnell approaches Sasha with a two-month marriage contract for five million dollars-enough to pay off her father's debt and be free from her traditional mother. She accepts.
Things are complicated when grandfather doesn't die after two months, and Sasha is being extorted by loan sharks. She and Darnell must stay married for their benefit, despite their lack of affection for each other. Eventually, they fall in love.
But drama unfolds when family secrets are exposed, old lovers resurface, and unknown families appear. Darnell and Sasha must decide if their love is worth it all.
8.6
Today was my father's grand second wedding, but for me, it was the anniversary of my mother's death.
My new stepmother, Marley, who was only four years older than me, cornered me. To establish her dominance as the new Luna, she ordered her servants to force me to my knees and violently ripped my late mother's necklace from my neck.
It was the only memento my mother had left me. Marley sneered, threw it to the ground, and shattered the gems. When I scrambled to pick up the broken pieces, she dug her high-heeled shoe into the back of my hand, mocking me as dirty trash. No one stepped in to help. My father was too busy celebrating his new marriage under the dazzling lights, completely erasing my mother's memory and leaving me to be abused in my own pack.
My heart was full of grievance and despair. Why did my mother's lifelong devotion end with her grave desolate and her daughter humiliated? I swore I would never become a weak, discarded she-wolf whose life depended on a man.
Desperate to escape the suffocating wedding, I ran outside and stumbled right into the chest of a terrifying stranger.
"No one should ever touch what is precious to you."
His golden eyes blazed with fury as sparks instantly shot through my veins. He was Kade Blackwood, the ruthless Alpha of the feared Blood Moon Pack—and my fated mate.
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