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 5
ARIA POV
My father finished his coffee as if nothing unusual had just happened.
Like the man standing a few feet away from me wasn't the same man who had spent the night making my entire body burn.
My father finally stood from the table adjusting the cuffs of his suit.
"Adrian." He called.
"Yes, sir,"
"You will drive Aria to her university today."
"Of course, sir."
After he picked up his tablet and walked out of the house without even bidding me goodbye.
Well I wasn't new to that.
Now I was left with him. Adrian. I sat still, staring at Adrian. He didn't look at me, he even didʼnt spare me a glance.
He remained where he was, his face hard as steel.
I forced my legs to move.
I slowly went back to my room to grab my bag. I slammed the door, running my hand through my hair.
"This is a bad idea," I cried out in frustration.
I took my bag and walked toward the door. Adrian was still standing in the exact same spot where I had left him. I walked out anyway.
He moved behind me like a bodyguard.
The walk to the driveway felt longer than usual.
The morning air was cool against my skin, but my body felt hot.
The black car was already prepared outside the mansion gates.
Adrian opened the back door for me bowing lightly. "Miss Bennett," he said, in that same formal tone again.
"Fucking coward," I muttered, under my breath.
I climbed inside the car without saying anything. I didn't want to give him the impression that he has a hold over me.
The leather seat felt cold against my skin. A second later, the door beside me was slammed shut.
Adrian walked around the car and got into the driver's seat.
The engine started.
And just like that, we were leaving the mansion.
The silence inside the car was unbearable. My fingers tightened around my bag.
I stared at the back of Adrian's head. His shoulders were relaxed, while his hands moved calmly on the steering wheel. Like nothing had happened between us, like last night never existed. Like he doesnʼt even know me.
I know everywhere was dark when we saw, but that doesn't mean he wouldn't be able to make out my face. Because I could also make out his face in the dark.
Was he seriously pretending? My chest tightened at the thought of that.
The car stopped at a red light. That was it. I know I shouldnʼy have done that, but fuck I had run out of patience.
"Explain. Now." I yelled, my words came out sharp.
Adrian didn't react immediately, his eyes stayed on the road. Like he didn't hear me.
The traffic light turned green, and the car started moving again.
My anger rose.
"Are you going to pretend you don't know what I'm talking about?"
Still nothing.
I leaned forward slightly in my seat. "Adrian." This time my voice was colder.
Finally, he spoke. His tone was calm.
"What would you like me to explain, Miss Bennett?" he asked.
My jaw dropped. "Are you serious right now?" I asked, my voice shaky.
I didn't want to sound desperate, but I couldn't help it. He made me feel what I haveʼnt felt in years. I couldn't blame myself.
His eyes met mine briefly through the rearview mirror. His expression remained dark, holding no emotions.
"Very serious." He responded, clenching his jaw.
I felt heat rush to my face in embarrassment.
"You spent the night with me." I dropped my voice, "... in that club."
Silence filled the car again.
For a moment, I wondered if he would deny it.
But he didn't.
"I remember," Adrian said.
My chest tightened with a mix of anger and something worse... disappointment.
"Then why are you acting as if nothing happened?"
His gaze returned to the road. "Because nothing happened that should affect my job. What happened at the club remained in the club."
I stared at the back of his head in disbelief. "Your job? Remained in the club?" I repeated still in shock.
"Yes."
"You spent the entire night with me," I said through clenched teeth. "And now you're pretending I'm just your boss's daughter?" My voice rose despite trying to keep it down.
Adrian slowed the car slightly. "Lower your voice, Miss Bennett."
That did it. "Stop calling me that!" The words burst out of me.
"Miss Bennett. Miss Bennett. Miss Bennett." I mocked angrily. "You didn't call me that last night."
The car grew quiet again. For a moment, Adrian said nothing.
Then he spoke quietly. "Last night and today are two different situations."
I clenched my fist, resisting the urge to punch that word off his mouth. "Oh really?"
"Yes."
"What exactly changed overnight, Adrian? Or should I call you the dominant driver now?"
I know I shouldʼt have said that. But you can't tell an angry woman what not to say.
Adrian's jaw tightened slightly at my word, but he ignored it. "You became my employer's daughter."
The words hurt me more than I expected. I leaned back slowly in my seat.
"So that's it?" I asked bitterly. "That's your explanation?"
Adrian didn't answer.
The silence stretched between us.
My mind kept replaying the night in the club. His hands, his voice. The way he looked at me.
That man felt real.
But the man driving this car? He felt like a stranger.
"You knew," I said suddenly. Adrian's eyes darted in the mirror. "You knew whose house you were walking into."
It wasn't a question, it was more of a statement.
He didn't deny it. "Yes." He said coldly.
My stomach dropped.
"You knew I was Victor Bennett's daughter... and you still..." I stopped myself.
Adrian spoke before I could finish. "The club has rules."
My eyebrows furrowed. "What?"
"What happens inside stays inside." His voice was firm now. "That night belonged to the club. Not to our lives outside it."
I let out a dry laugh.
"So you're just going to erase it?"
Adrian didn't answer.
The university gates appeared ahead of us. Students walked around the campus. The car slowed to a stop near the entrance.
Adrian got out and opened my door. "Your university, Miss Bennett."
I stepped out slowly. For a moment, we stood there facing each other.
This was the first time I had seen him up close since this morning. And I couldn't deny the fact that he looked exactly the same. Same posture, same calmness.
But his eyes... They weren't as cold as he wanted me to believe.
"You're lying," I said quietly.
His expression didn't change. "What do you mean?"
"You're pretending it meant nothing," I said, holding his gaze. "But it did, deep down you know that."
For the first time since the drive started, Adrian looked slightly unsettled.
I stepped back, without waiting for his answer. "See you later... driver."
Then I turned and walked toward the university entrance.
I didn't bother looking back, but I could feel his gaze on me.
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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."