Submitting to My Father's Driver
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Aria Bennett is the perfect daughter, a decoration in her father's massive business empire. But for one night, she decides to break every rule. At a secret underground club, she meets Adrian, a man who knows exactly how to please her and awaken desires she never knew she had. They promise each other nothing but one night of pleasure and desire.
​But when Aria wakes up to find him gone, leaving only a cold note behind, she thinks the fantasy is over. That is, until she walks downstairs the next morning to see the same man standing in her driveway.
​Now, the man who knows her darkest secrets is her father's new driver. Forced to face him every day while pretending they are strangers, Aria is caught in a suffocating game of cat and mouse.
Adrian on the other hand is dangerous, cold, and hiding a secret that could destroy her father's empire.
And the closer she gets to him, the more she risks losing everything, including herself.
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Chapter 2
ARIA POV
The man stopped a few steps in front of me.
Close up, he was even more intimidating. He is tall, calm, with broad shoulders. He seems completely in control of himself.
The red lights of the room shone across his face, casting a dark shadows along his jaw. His sleeves were rolled to his forearms, revealing his strong hands, filled with tattoos that looked as if they were used to being obeyed.
He studied me quietly, he wasn't just staring at me, but observing me. Like I was something interesting he had just discovered.
Then he spoke. "First time here." His voice held authority behind it.
It wasn't a question.
My spine straightened immediately, was it really that obvious? I lifted my chin, trying not to look nervous.
"Is it that obvious?" I asked.
The corner of his mouth lifted slightly. "Only to someone who knows this place well." He answered with so much confidence.
Something about his, calmness and confidence made my stomach tighten. He extended his hand toward me.
"Adrian."
Just Adrian, no last name.
I hesitated for half a second before placing my hand in his.
His grip was warm and gentle.
The moment our fingers touched, I almost pulled my hand back.
"Aria," I said.
His eyes shifted downward weighing me.
"Aria," he repeated slowly.
The way he said my name made heat creep up the back of my neck. Then his gaze drifted around the room before returning to me again.
"You're watching everything with rapt attention." He said out of the blues.
I frowned. "What does that mean?" I asked.
He tilted his head slightly.
"People who belong here or comes here often don't look that shocked."
I crossed my arms. "Maybe I'm just observant."
A small smile appeared on his lips.
"Maybe."
Then he leaned a little closer, lowering his voice just enough that only I could hear.
"Or maybe you walked into something you don't understand, something strange."
A soft shiver ran down my spine.
I looked away from him and glanced around the room again.
Chains hung from the ceiling. Soft music filled the atmosphere. People moving around us like this place was completely normal to them.
But to me... it still felt unreal, I didn't know a place like this existed.
"What exactly is this place?" I asked quietly.
Adrian followed my gaze calmly. "It's a private club."
"That, I figured."
His expression didn't change.
"It's built on rules, trust, control, submission, and domination."
The last word made something twist in my chest.
Control.
I had lived my entire life under someone else's control. My father decided everything for me, my school, my friends, my schedule. Even the way I dressed at events like tonight.
Adrian continued speaking, his voice calm and composed.
"Nothing happens here unless both people agree to it."
I blinked.
"That's... surprising."
He looked at me.
"Why?"
I shrugged slightly.
"It just doesn't look that way."
His gaze softened slightly, like he understood what I meant.
"Control here is chosen," he said. "Not forced."
That sentence stayed in my mind longer than it should have.
Chosen.
For some reason, that idea fascinated me.
I suddenly remembered something and turned quickly.
"Ashley?"
My eyes searched the room, but she wasn't beside me anymore. I spun around.
"She was just here."
Adrian followed my gaze calmly.
Then he glanced across the room and nodded slightly.
"She left with someone."
My heart jumped. "What?" I gasped in shock.
He looked back at me. "Relax. She's fine."
"You sound very sure," I answered.
"I know the people here." He replied, and the confidence in his voice made it hard to argue.
Still, my chest felt tight. Now, I realised something. I was alone.
Completely alone, with him.
Adrian seemed to notice the change in my expression.
"You're thinking about leaving. You're scared." He said.
I blinked.
"How do you know that?" I question in shock.
"Because part of you seems excited and lightened up," he said calmly. He paused. "... and the other part is terrified."
I let out a nervous laugh. "Maybe you're just guessing," I muttered, trying my best to sound bold.
His dark eyes held mine. "I never guess." He growled.
For a moment, neither of us spoke.
The music beat softly around us. People moved through the room, laughing, talking, whispering, smooching, and sexing.
But somehow the space between us felt strangely quiet.
Then Adrian lifted his hand and gestured toward the hallway behind me.
"The exit is that way."
My eyes followed the direction he pointed. Then he gestured deeper into the club.
"Or..." His voice lowered slightly. "You can stay."
My heart began beating faster.
"... and learn why people come here."
I swallowed hard.
For the first time in years, no one was telling me what to do. The choice was right in my hand.
I looked toward the exit again. If I left now, everything would go back to normal.
My father's rules, my father's life, are controlled by him.
Then I looked back at Adrian. Something rebellious sparked inside my chest again.
"What happens if I stay?" I asked quietly.
Adrian studied me for a long moment. Then he reached out and gently took my hand.
My heart skipped a bit.
"Then I show you." He whispered, his voice deeper and darker.
My heart pounded in my chest as he turned and began leading me deeper into the club.
The music grew louder, and the lights grew darker.
And as I followed him into only God knows, one thought echoed in my mind.
Maybe tonight would change everything.
Or maybe...
I had just made the most dangerous decision of my life.
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8.3
For three years, I hid my identity as a billionaire heiress to build a life with the man I loved. I gave up everything to support Ben's career, believing we were creating a future together from the ground up.
The day before our engagement, I overheard him with his boss, Haylie. He called me a "stepping stone," a poor, simple girl he was using to climb the corporate ladder and get closer to her.
He laughed about our "humble" life and mocked the silver ring on my finger, calling it a necessary prop. He was sleeping with her, taking credit for the multi-million dollar deal I secretly engineered, and saw my love as a naive distraction.
The man I sacrificed my entire world for saw me as less than nothing. My love didn't just die; it turned into ice-cold rage.
So I walked out of his life and straight into the arms of my family's biggest rival.
He offered me a deal I couldn't refuse.
"Marry me," Jaxson Banks said with a smirk. "And together, we'll burn their world to the ground."
7.2
Two years ago, Amaya Bennett witnessed a murder.
A powerful man was killed in cold blood, right in front of her. She should have died that night too.
Instead, she woke up in a hospital with no memory of what happened. No faces, no names and no clues. Just fragments, blurred images that slip through her fingers every time she tries to hold on.
Now, Amaya lives a quiet life, piecing herself back together. She works part-time, avoids trouble, and stays invisible. Until she lands a job at Twilight Global.
A company owned by Jake Anderson, the cold and untouchable CEO whose father was murdered the same night Aria lost her memory. Jake spent years searching for the only witness. But she vanished without any trace. Or so he thought.
But somehow, they cross path again, working under his roof, completely unaware of the truth she carries.
The killer is still out there.
And when Amaya starts getting flashes of blood, a voice, a ring glinting under the dim light, the hunt begins again.
But this time, she's not alone. Because even before he realizes who she is... Jake has already started protecting her. In the most relentless and dangerous way.
9.3
For years, Gabriela believed the man beside her would be the one she grew old with. They had loved each other since they were young, but in the end, all those years meant nothing beside a younger woman's smile.
Returning from a business trip, she uncovered his betrayal with brutal clarity. Still, she did not cry or beg. She took out her phone, recorded every damning second, and filed for divorce the moment she could.
Afterward, she rebuilt her life into something brighter, richer, and stronger, even marrying a powerful tycoon. As for her ex and his shameless mistress, they could rot together.
7.2
Stepping out of the women's correctional center, Karli took her first breath of freedom in three years.
But the luxury SUV waiting for her didn't bring her home. Instead, her adoptive parents tossed a prenuptial agreement onto her lap.
They demanded she marry a violently unhinged, disfigured man so their company could secure a massive commercial deal.
When she refused, her adoptive mother slapped her hard across the face.
The blow brought back the suffocating nightmare from three years ago—how they had drugged her, framed her for a crime she didn't commit, and sent her to prison just so her stepsister could steal her fiancé.
Now, to break her again, her adoptive father ordered his bodyguards to drag her into the estate's freezing, pitch-black basement.
"You can rot in the dark without food or water until you sign that paper!"
Sitting on the damp cement, bleeding and shivering, a white-hot fury burned away Karli's panic.
They had stolen her youth, her reputation, and her grandfather's inheritance. She would rather die than be their sacrificial lamb again.
She smashed the basement window with a hammer, dragged her bleeding body through the shattered glass, and sprinted blindly into the stormy night.
Under the flickering neon sign of a convenience store, she grabbed the sleeve of a terrifyingly cold stranger.
"Are you single? Marry me right now."
She just needed a legal marriage to escape her family, entirely unaware she had just proposed to the most ruthless billionaire in Chicago.
7.9
I woke up in a burning warehouse, twelve years after my supposed death. My body had been reset to its physical prime, the deep burn scar on my wrist completely gone.
Through the smoke, my eldest son, Kennard, rushed blindly into the flames. He was screaming the name of the very woman who had orchestrated this trap—Brittnie.
When I tackled him out of the way of a falling steel beam, he didn't recognize my youthful face. Instead, he pinned me to the concrete and nearly crushed my windpipe.
"How much did she pay you to carve up your face to look like a dead woman?"
He hissed the words at me, treating me like a sick corporate spy. For a decade, a bizarre narrative "script" had brainwashed my son, forcing him into pathetic devotion to Brittnie. She had drained his wealth, turned my daughter against him, and hollowed out our family empire.
Whenever Kennard tried to resist her, the mind control punished him with agonizing migraines, driving him to smash his own hands against the wall just to cope with the pain.
Hearing him quietly sobbing outside my locked door, my heart shattered. How could this invisible force torture my brilliant son and turn my family into puppets for a D-list actress?
I dragged him to the hospital for a DNA test.
When the results confirmed my maternity at 99.999%, the cold billionaire collapsed to the floor, weeping in my arms like a lost child.
I wiped his tears and smiled ruthlessly. It was time to take back my empire and burn Brittnie's life to the ground.
7.4
Frieda married Dewitt believing he was just a struggling middle-manager, living in a cramped apartment with only seventy-two dollars left to her name.
She had no idea her cold husband was actually a ruthless billionaire running a cruel psychological test on her. Convinced she might be a gold digger, Dewitt gave her a meager allowance, keeping the divorce papers ready the moment she showed any greed.
While Dewitt secretly judged her every move, Frieda suffered endlessly. At her toxic workplace, she was relentlessly bullied by her arrogant in-laws and mocked for her scuffed shoes. Even after she risked her life to protect his grandmother from an armed mugger and exposed her own hidden tech genius, her coworkers still treated her like trailer-park trash. They cornered her on the street, pointing fingers in her face.
"You are a shameless, gold-digging whore! A billionaire would never want you!"
She endured the humiliation, having just rejected a priceless no-limit black card from his family out of pure principle. She truly believed she and her husband were fighting through poverty together. She had no idea her "poor" husband was watching her every struggle from the tinted windows of a hidden Maybach across the street.
But when her bullies finally pushed too far and raised a hand to strike her, the icy wall around the billionaire's heart completely shattered. Dewitt tore up the divorce papers, his eyes turning pitch black with murderous rage.
"If anyone ever raises a hand to her again, break it."