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 4
ARIA POV
The sunlight slips through my window casting an eerie glow on my face.
I groaned, pulling the blanket over my head.
My body still felt sore and heavy, my muscles ached in a strange but pleasant way that instantly brought back memories of last night.
The club. Adrian.
My eyes opened slowly.
For a moment I just stared at the ceiling, replaying everything in my head. Then the memory of the note hit me again.
Sometimes we are meant to enjoy pleasure just once and keep it as a memory.
I sighed and forced myself out of bed.
"Stupid," I muttered to myself.
Why was I even thinking about him? It had only been one night. I barely even knew the man.
Still... the empty feeling in my chest hadn't disappeared. I shook my head and walked toward the bathroom.
"Forget it, Aria," I told my reflection in the mirror. "He already did. I doubt he still remembers the night we shared."
My mind drifted to my dad, and I hope he won't question my whereabouts.
By the time I came downstairs, the house was already awake.
Our dining room was large, placed beside a window. The polished surface reflected the morning sunlight.
My father sat at the head of the table, reading something on his tablet while drinking his usual black coffee. I looked to the left hoping to see my mother, but she wasn't sitting.
Meaning she wasnʼt back from her trip.
My father didn't look up when I entered.
"You're late," he said calmly.
I grabbed a cup of coffee from the table and sat down.
"Good morning to you too, Dad," I replied sarcastically
He lowered the tablet slightly and looked at me over the rim of his glasses.
"You should learn discipline, Aria. Waking up at noon is not productive." He drawled.
"It's not noon," I said, taking a sip of coffee.
"Ten thirty," he answered.
"Exactly."
He sighed, having just confirmed his disappointment in humanity.
Then he set the tablet down. "I've hired a new driver.
I blinked. "Okay," I responded, surprised as to why I needed that information.
"Our previous driver quit yesterday."
I shrugged uninterested. "That happens," I replied still sipping my coffee.
My father frowned slightly. "You don't seem very interested."
"Why should I be?" I asking getting tired of the back and forth.
"You will be using him daily."
"I used the last one daily too," I replied calmly. "I survived."
He ignored my tone. "He starts today."
"Great," I said, reaching for a piece of toast. Right at that moment, the dining room door opened.
I didn't bother looking up.
I was too busy adding more sugar to my coffee.
My father spoke first. "Ah. Perfect timing."
Something about the tone in his voice made me glance up. And the cup nearly slipped from my hand.
Standing in the doorway was no other person than Adrian.
For a second, my brain refused to accept what my eyes were seeing.
Same tall frame, same calm posture, same dark eyes. Except now he was wearing a clean blue suit, and standing inside my father's house.
My heart beat violently against my chest. I had to hold it to stop it from falling.
No.
That wasn't possible. Adrain doesn't look like someone who would have to drive rich men to survive. He looks rich himself.
Something doesn't add up.
This had to be some kind of nightmare. But Adrian looked completely normal, composed, and professional. Like last night had never happened. He walked into the room slowly and stopped right beside the table.
My father gestured toward him. "Aria, this is your new driver."
I stared at Adrian, unable to speak.
My fingers tightened around the coffee cup.
He looked at me calmly, no surprise or shock on his face. He held a blank look.
Then he bowed his head slightly, in a polite and respectful way.
"Good morning, Miss Bennett."
The words made me froze.
_Miss Bennett._
Like I wasn't the same woman he had held in his arms just a few hours ago. My heart was beating so loudly I was sure everyone in the room could hear it.
But Adrian didn't react. He didn't look nervous or embarrassed.
He didn't look like the man who had spent the night with me. He looked exactly like what my father had introduced him as.
A driver.
My father glanced between us. Oblivious of what was going on.
"You two will be seeing each other often," he said casually.
I swallowed the bile raising in my chest.
Adrian's gaze met mine for a second.
Just one second. But something dangerous flashed in his eyes. Something that reminded me exactly of the man from last night.
Then it disappeared.
His expression returned to calm professionalism driver. My heart was still beating fast.
Different thoughts kept running through my head. And one thing I was sure about was that he wasn't surprised to see me.
Not even a little.
Which meant one thing.
Adrian already knew whose house he was walking into.
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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."