Reborn Into His Arms: One Night With The Obsessive Devil
After rebirth, Kaylee woke drugged and stumbled into the room of the most dangerous man in the city.
One reckless night tied their fates together, and though she recognized him as her childhood friend, she chose to pretend otherwise, determined to use his power for revenge.
Yet while she thought she was pulling the strings, he had already been protecting her from the shadows.
When her adopted sister tried to burn her alive, he arrived in time, his fury terrifying. "Anyone who dares touch her will pay with their life."
He had always known-she was the girl he never forgot.
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Chapter 3
Caden's assistant soon arrived with the clothes. He didn't ask a single question. After giving a polite nod, he turned and left as quietly as he came.
Inside the bathroom, Kaylee stepped under the running water and let the heat rinse everything off her skin. Once she finished and got dressed, she headed straight back to the Harris estate.
The moment she crossed the entrance, her eldest brother Cory Harris' voice rang through the house, loud and furious.
"Does she even think about this family? Acting like that and dragging our name through the dirt... if people find out she slept with a director just to land a role, how are we supposed to face anyone?"
A cold look settled over Kaylee's face as she walked into the living room. Joyce sat beside Cory, leaning in with concern as she spoke in a soft voice. "Cory, please don't get so worked up... you know how harsh that industry can be. Maybe Kaylee just panicked and made a bad choice because she wanted a chance so badly. When she comes back, try to talk to her calmly. If things really get out of hand… she can leave the industry and stay here. We can support her anyway."
Every word sounded caring, and her tone made it seem sincere. If Kaylee hadn't already lived through this once before, she might have believed it.
Kaylee remembered clearly how Joyce played this exact role before, acting like she was helping while pushing the family to force her out.
This time, Kaylee wouldn't let that happen.
A faint smile appeared on Kaylee's lips as she stepped further in.
"I'd really like to understand something," she said, her voice calm but sharp. "What do you mean by 'a bad choice'? Does that include slipping something into someone's drink so they end up being sent to some director's bed? Or maybe sneaking around with someone else's fiance?"
The questions caught Cory off guard. He didn't follow what Kaylee meant at all. Joyce, on the other hand, went pale.
Why would Kaylee suddenly talk like that? There was no way she could know... right?
Joyce had buried her relationship with Declan where no one could find it. As for the incident with the drug, she had planned every detail, from disguising herself and paying off the server to sending them away afterward. Not a single loose end had been left behind.
Kaylee had to be bluffing.
With that thought, Joyce forced herself to stay composed and put on a confused expression. "Kaylee, what are you even saying?"
Joyce didn't give Kaylee a chance to speak. She shifted her tone in an instant, putting on a wounded look. "Now that you're back, stop throwing out strange accusations. Just be honest about what you did. We're your family, and we can still help you deal with it."
Her words pulled Cory's attention right back. He turned toward Kaylee with a cold stare. "Do you even understand how serious this is?"
A short, humorless laugh slipped from Kaylee. "Serious? What exactly did I do? Other than coming home and apparently ruining everyone's mood?"
Both Joyce and Cory went silent, caught off guard by her reaction.
They had expected panic. Maybe excuses. Maybe tears. What they got instead was Kaylee being calm and sharp, pushing back without hesitation.
"You still refuse to admit anything!" Cory grabbed Joyce's phone and pushed it right in front of her. "Take a good look. This is what you've done. Did you think you could just walk away and nothing would follow you? The hotel cameras recorded everything. If Joyce hadn't spent a fortune to keep this quiet, this would already be online! You almost destroyed this family's reputation, and you're still acting like you don't know anything?"
Without much interest, Kaylee glanced at the video on the screen.
There were no clear photos this time since she avoided the paparazzi.
The footage only showed her barely steady as someone helped her into that hotel room. After that, Sean Phillips entered using a keycard.
And that was enough for her own brother to decide she had sold herself?
She lifted her head and looked straight at them. A faint, mocking smile appeared. "So this proves what? That I wasn't in a clear state and some man entered my room? That's your evidence?"
Cory's anger flared again. "He was in your room with you. You really think that means nothing?"
A harsh laugh broke from Kaylee's lips. "Let me ask you something. If that video showed Joyce instead of me, what would you think? You'd say she was a victim. You'd assume someone broke in to hurt her. You'd be furious, wouldn't you?"
She stepped closer, grabbed Cory by his tie, and pulled him toward her, her voice dropping cold and cutting. "But when it's me, you don't hesitate. You call me shameless and decide I must've been sleeping with that man for some role?"
Cory went still, unease flickering across his face.
Kaylee didn't ease up. Each word came out steady and heavy. "You never treated me like your sister. That's the real reason. One unclear video is enough for you to judge me. You don't care what actually happened because you already made up your mind."
As Cory hesitated, his expression no longer as firm, Joyce's hands curled into fists at her sides.
Something was off. Kaylee wasn't acting like she usually did.
Before, she would always stay quiet and accept the blame. Now she was pushing back, and she wasn't backing down.
"Kaylee, that's not what Cory meant. He's just worried about you. And even if the director set you up, people will still talk. Your reputation has already taken a hit. After all—"
Joyce tried to steer things back, speaking with fake sympathy as she pushed the idea that Kaylee had slept with the director. Kaylee struck her across the face without letting her finish.
"Did you actually see anything happen between him and me? Or are you basing everything on that clip? You think that's enough to decide who I am?"
She reached out and grabbed Joyce by the hair, forcing her to face her. Her eyes were cold. "You must be disappointed. I didn't fall into whatever you planned. I walked out of that situation just fine."
Joyce pressed a hand to her cheek, stunned.
She knew Kaylee got out of that room, but she never thought Kaylee would be so certain it was her. She certainly didn't expect her to fight back like this.
"What do you think you're doing? You actually hit Joyce?" Cory scolded. He snapped out of his shock and rushed forward, pushing himself between the two women. One arm moved in front of Joyce as if she needed protection. "You think you can accuse her like that without anything to back it up? You're just reacting because you got exposed!"
"Kaylee... I never did anything to hurt you." Joyce sobbed, clutching his sleeve as tears ran down her face. "I know you don't like me, but if you want me gone, I'll leave. Just tell me. Why would you slander me?"
Kaylee's expression didn't soften. Instead, a slow smile formed, sharp and unsettling. "You're calling it slander? So you really think I came here with nothing?"
Without another word, she took out her phone and tapped on the screen. A video appeared, pulled from the banquet the night before.
In the footage, a woman stood near the corner, wrapped in a coat with her face hidden behind a mask. She kept looking around before slipping a thick stack of cash and a small bottle into a waiter's hand. Not long after, that same waiter dropped something into a glass of champagne and carried it straight to Kaylee.
The color drained from Joyce's face until nothing was left.
Cory's hand, which had been gripping her shoulder, slowly fell away. His eyes stayed on the screen, unmoving. Even with her face covered, he knew that figure. There was no doubt in his mind. The woman in the video was Joyce.
How could Joyce have done something like this?
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9.2
Ami Cleveland's family empire was destroyed overnight by a malicious short-selling attack, leaving her mother facing federal prison and hunted by ruthless loan sharks.
To secure a hundred-million-dollar lifeline, Ami risked her life as a blindfolded co-pilot in a deadly cliffside street race, all just to get five minutes alone with Jerad Kidd, the elusive Wall Street titan she had accidentally slept with the night before.
But instead of saving her, Jerad completely crushed her dignity.
"What makes you think you are worth a hundred million dollars?"
He mocked her desperate pitch, calling her family's equity garbage, and coldly walked away. Two days later, he forced her onto his Miami superyacht as a political decoy, making her wear a backless silk gown that offered zero protection and throwing her into a sea of wealthy predators.
When a drunk tech billionaire pinned her against a sofa and tried to rip the thin straps of her dress, Ami screamed for help. She looked up at the VIP balcony in absolute despair, only to see Jerad looking away, treating her like she didn't even exist.
She didn't understand why he was torturing her. Why did he let her risk her life in his car, only to humiliate her and feed her to the wolves?
With no one to save her, Ami grabbed a whiskey glass and violently smashed it into her attacker's face.
She squeezed her eyes shut, bracing for the man's brutal retaliation slap.
But the hit never came. A large hand, wearing a heavy Patek Philippe watch, shot out of nowhere and clamped down on the man's raised arm like a steel vice.
9.1
He postponed putting my name on the deed 18 times.
Each time, his mentee Ciera had an “emergency.” Each time, he ran to her.
I watched him give her his prized Montblanc pen—the one he wouldn’t even let me borrow. I saw her post their late nights on Instagram. I ate anniversary dinners alone while he “mentored” her.
Then he bought me a necklace—identical to the one she just flaunted online.
That was when I stopped feeling anything.
I didn’t cry. I didn’t fight. I simply packed two suitcases, resigned from our firm, and booked a one-way ticket to London.
He thinks I’m coming back in a week.
He has no idea I’m gone for good.
Nineteen broken promises. One silent goodbye. And a new life waiting across the ocean.
9.3
She's sin wrapped in a nun habit.
He is the devil who makes her want to confess.
Luciano Moretti, the mafia's most feared enforcer, kills without hesitation, prays to no god, and bleeds for the Cosa Nostra.
Sister Elizabeth has spent her life behind church walls, burying her desires under layers of penance and prayer. She is supposed to be untouchable-a quiet, secluded nun devoted to faith.
But when she finds him bleeding on the altar one night, their worlds collide in a sin neither heaven nor hell can cleanse.
He's meant to marry her sister to seal a deal between two mafia empires.
She's meant to keep her vows and distance.
But temptation has a cruel sense of humour...
Because he's the last man she should want.
She's the only woman he can't have.
But one touch, one look, and everything sacred begins to crumble.
Luciano does not seek salvation. Instead, he lures her into a dangerous path, one that includes everything she is meant to avoid, and everytime she whispers "forgive me, Father," her soul sinks deeper into him.
As bloodlines clash and loyalty turns to betrayal, Elizabeth learns that the war outside the chapel isn't the only one she must survive. Because Luciano's world is built on violence and secrets, one of which binds her fate to his in ways neither of them saw coming.
Desire clashes with devotion.
Duty turns to betrayal.
And when they're both drowning in a love so forbidden, not even God can save them.
8.4
In the mystical kingdom of Neverland, where ancient prophecies shape the fate of wolves and humans alike, seventeen-year-old Lyria has spent her life hiding the silver flame burning beneath her skin. Feared by her own kind and hunted by those who seek her power, she wants only one thing-freedom.
But when she crosses paths with Aiden Everhart, the Crown Prince bound to a future he never chose, everything changes. A forbidden prophecy awakens, linking their destinies in ways neither understands. As danger closes in-from corrupted sorcery, twisted creatures, and the ruthless ambitions of Lady Seraphina-Lyria discovers she is more than a girl running from her past.
She is the Silver Wolf.
A guardian.
A force that can save the realm... or destroy it.
With the kingdom turning against them and the prophecy unraveling, Lyria and Aiden must face impossible trials, confront their deepest fears, and choose what kind of future they want to fight for-together. But power always comes with a cost, and the final choice may reshape Neverland forever.
A tale of courage, destiny, and the bond that defies fate-
perfect for fans of magical quests, royal intrigue, and epic fantasy worlds.
8.4
Eleven years ago, Damien Falcone pulled me from the freezing waters, and I thought I was marrying my savior.
Instead, he orchestrated my absolute ruin by forging evidence to frame me for selling a vital mafia bootlegging route to the FBI.
Under the guise of saving me from the family's brutal death sentence, he stripped away my future as his Mafia Queen. He dragged me to New York and locked me in a gilded penthouse cage. For eleven years, I rotted away as his secret prisoner until my failing body finally gave out.
As I collapsed in the freezing New York snow, he caught me, his hands trembling as he held my dying body against his chest.
"No, Fia, stay with me. I did it to keep you alive. I had to—"
I didn't want to hear his monstrous lies anymore. I had given him all my love, and he repaid me with a tomb. Loving him was the only unforgivable sin I ever committed.
"I pray... we never meet again."
When the howling wind faded, I opened my eyes to the heavy stench of rust and lake water. I wasn't dead.
I was back in the cramped cabin of a cargo freighter, exactly sixteen years old again. It was the very night my jealous cousin sent an assassin to carve up my face and void my marriage to the Falcone family.
This time, I quietly gripped the heavy oak slat under my mattress.
7.5
A single reckless action is all it takes to destroy and ruin literally everything in a person's my life. Anna's Life.
She gave herself to a stranger... and the next morning he disappeared without a trace.
She later out I was pregnant with his child.
Her family and friends completely condemned,abonded and left her all alone.
And that was the beginning of her misery and the start of something she never for once saw coming.