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 6
ADRIAN POV
I kept staring at the TIME. 2:00 PM.
Which meant I had ten more minutes before Aria finished her last class.
I leaned against the black car parked across the university gate, folded my hands across my chest, patiently waiting.
Students walked past me in groups, laughing and talking loudly about assignments, parties, and weekend plans.
None of it mattered to me, my eyes were fixed on the entrance of the university, waiting for her to be done.
Aria Bennett. Victor Bennett's daughter.
Just thinking about her name made my jaw tighten. The moment she stepped into that club last night, I recognised her. Immediately.
People believed the masks inside the club hid the identities of those wearing them, but they were wrong. Some people carried their identities in the way they walked, the way they spoke, and the way others reacted to them.
Not even for Aria Bennett, whom I spent the last four month, making research on.
Aria Bennett a powerful businessman's daughter. The girl every media outlet loved to talk about. The obedient princess of the Bennett family.
Except last night... she wasn't obedient. She was anxious, and dangerously curious.
I exhaled slowly.
I never planned to touch her. I never planned to see her in that club., but the moment she challenged me... everything changed.
That night should have never happened.
A group of students passed in front of the car, blocking my view for a moment discussing God know what. When they moved away, I saw her.
Aria stepped out of the university gate with two girls beside her. One I recognised as Ashley, the one who brought her to my club, and the other one was Leah. I know about her through my research on her.
Aria was talking to them, but she didn't look happy. Her expression was blank. Then her eyes found me.
She froze.
The two girls beside her followed her gaze and looked at me curiously. Ashley's gaze hardened at the sight of me.
For a brief second, something flashed in her eyes... before she masked it with an innocent smile, acknowledging me with a stylish bow.
Aria quickly whispered something to them as she walked toward the car.
She took a slow step towards me, like she was taking her time, or like she didn't know whether she wanted to strangle me... or scream at me.
Probably both.
I opened the back door before she reached the car.
"Good afternoon, Miss Bennett."
Her eyes stayed on me with clear irritation immediately.
She climbed inside without answering me.
I slammed the door harder than necessary. I walked around the car and got into the driver's seat.
Then I started the engine.
For a moment, neither of us spoke. Suddenly I heard her voice from the back seat.
"So we're still doing this?" she asked in a low voice.
I kept my eyes on the road. "Doing what, Miss Bennett?"
A sharp laugh came from behind me. "Pretending."
The word stayed in the air for a few minutes, neither of us saying anything.
I exhaled slowly.
"You should keep your voice down," I said calmly.
"Oh, don't worry," she snapped. "I'm not screaming this time."
The car stopped at a red light. I glanced briefly at the mirror. Her arms were crossed tightly over her chest, I could sense frustration on her face.
"Why did you take this job?" she asked suddenly.
Straight to the point. I expected nothing less.
"Your father hired me," I answered simply.
"That's not what I asked." She retorted, glaring at me through the rear-view mirror.
The light turned green, then the car moved again.
Silence stretched between us before I finally spoke.
"I knew who you were when you walked into the club. I was already hired before then." I confessed.
Her breath caught behind me. "I thought so," she said quietly.
"But I didn't expect the night to happen, I didnʼt expect you to be at the club a night before my resumption, nor did I expect you to know about the club." I continued.
"And now?" Her voice was softer now.
"Now it's dangerous," I said calmly.
We stay silent, the word hard on us.
"Dangerous?" she repeated.
"Yes."
"Because of my father?" she questioned.
"Yes," I repeated.
She leaned forward slightly in the seat. "You're scared of him?"
"No."
My answer came immediately. "I respect the consequences, and the rules of my job."
That seemed to irritate her even more.
"So the solution is pretending nothing happened?"
I finally looked at her through the mirror. "Not pretending."
"Then what?" she asked.
"Protecting both of us," I answered easily.
Her eyebrows furrowed.
"If your father finds out what happened at that club..." I continued.
I let the sentence hang.
She understood immediately. Her expression hardened. "He would fire you."
"That would be the best outcome," I replied, and that made her pause.
"And the worst?"
I turned my eyes back to the road. "The worst," I said quietly, "would be far more complicated than this."
The car grew silent again.
Aria leaned back slowly in her seat. For the first time since the drive started, she didn't argue.
Instead, she asked something unexpected.
"Did you regret it?"
My hands tightened slightly on the steering wheel. I didn't answer.
Not because I didn't have one... but because saying it would change things.
Her tiny voice came again. "Last night."
Another long silence filled the car.
Finally, I spoke. "No."
The answer came out quieter than I expected.
Aria didn't speak again after that.
Outside, the familiar gates of the Bennett mansion appeared. The car slowed down as the guards opened the gate.
We drove inside.
I parked the car in the driveway and stepped out.
Opening the back door, I held it for her.
She stepped out slowly. For a moment we stood there again. Closely, just staring at one another.
Her eyes searched my face for a moment. "You're a terrible liar, Adrian," she said softly.
My expression remained calm. "I never lied."
She studied me for another second. Then she turned and walked toward the mansion.
But just before entering the house, she stopped.
And looked back at me.
"This isn't over," she said. Then she disappeared inside
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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."