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 4
Cory stared at his two younger sisters standing before him, his chest tightening with indecision.
Kaylee stood there in silence, waiting for him to say something.
He now held the position of head of Harris Group. He wasn't outright cruel toward Kaylee, yet he wavered far too easily, forever dancing to Joyce's tune.
Now that proof had been laid out, even if he chose not to immediately take her word for it and punish Joyce on the spot, even if he only sent someone to verify her story, Kaylee was prepared to give him one more opportunity.
Joyce was already on edge, yet she kept dabbing at her tears, putting on a helpless front. "Kaylee, it really wasn't me. How could I ever have slipped something into your drink?"
The three of them remained locked in a stalemate.
Just then, a tall figure came down the stairs, stepping in front of Joyce in a swift motion and snatching the phone from Kaylee's hand.
"And you think this is enough to drag Joyce's name through the mud?" Gavin Harris, Kaylee's second brother, gave it a cursory glance before letting out a mocking laugh. "Who knows what kind of shady nonsense you pulled, you clueless bumpkin, to end up getting yourself into trouble, and now you're trying to pin it on Joyce? Keep dreaming! It takes two people to make something like that happen. If you weren't seducing that director, how did he wind up in your room? You're the one with dirt on you, yet you've got the nerve to splash it onto Joyce?"
His eyes were cold and dismissive as he raised his voice. "Get down on your knees and apologize to Joyce right now, and then publicly declare you're quitting the industry and hand everything over to her. Otherwise, don't bother staying in this house!"
Cory pressed his lips together, hesitating for a long while before finally speaking. "Kaylee, apologize to Joyce, and we'll drop this here. No matter what, you shouldn't have lashed out physically."
Joyce immediately seemed emboldened, leaning into Gavin's embrace as she sobbed softly. "Gavin… don't be angry with Kaylee. I'm sure she was simply desperate. I'll be alright…"
Kaylee watched them clinging to each other, her stomach turning with revulsion. Gavin was a well-known racer, aloof and sharp-tongued in public, yet before Joyce, he turned into nothing more than a spineless flatterer, blind to right and wrong.
Kaylee said nothing. She simply rolled her wrist once, and then swung her hand again, striking Joyce across the face.
Gavin's expression snapped in shock as he reached out to seize her. "Are you asking for trouble?"
"I hit her, and I just did it again. What can you do about it?" Kaylee answered by catching his wrist, pivoting smoothly, and flipping him over her shoulder, sending him crashing hard onto the floor. She looked down at him from above. "I have no attachment to this family. I'd rather let everything go to waste than hand it over to that shameless woman. Since you've chosen her as your sister, then we're done here."
She released his arm without another glance, ignoring the crease in Cory's brow as she turned to pack her things and leave the house.
Joyce watched her walk away, a flicker of satisfaction glinting in her eyes.
She had only planned to ruin Kaylee's name. Who would have thought Kaylee would be foolish enough to cut ties with the Harris family herself?
Now, Joyce believed all of Declan's, Cory's, and Gavin's affection would belong to her alone.
But with Kaylee gone, wouldn't getting hold of the inheritance left by Kaylee's grandfather become troublesome?
Putting on a worried expression, she spoke through tears. "Cory, Gavin, is it really alright to let Kaylee walk out like this? She's just a girl…"
Cory gave no reply, a strange irritation stirring inside him.
"Joyce, you're far too soft-hearted. How long do you think she'll last out there? She's only putting on a show to dodge an apology." Gavin let out a cold scoff before turning to the butler. "Cancel every card the family ever gave her. Let's see how long she can keep up that pride when she's got nothing left. When she comes crawling back, she'll have no choice but to apologize properly!"
The butler paused, looking uneasy as he spoke. "The family never issued Miss Kaylee any card."
Gavin and Cory both froze.
Kaylee had been back for more than two years, and not once had they given her a card?
Then how had she been covering her daily expenses all this time? And where had the money come from for all those costly gifts she had given them?
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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.