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 8
ARIA POV
I could not concentrate at all. Adrian's words kept replaying in my head over and over again, the way he said 11pm sharp, as if it were not even a suggestion but something he already knew I would obey. It was annoying how much it got to me how just those two words could sit in my chest and refuse to leave.
I shifted in my seat trying to focus on what the lecturer was saying. But it was pointless. My mind was not here. It was somewhere else entirely thinking about Adrian and what he said.
I found myself checking the time again and again.
It felt like the clock was moving slower on purpose like the day was dragging just to test my patience. I had never wanted time to move this badly never felt this restless over something I knew I should not even be going to.
That was the problem. I wanted to go to meet Adrian.. That scared me more than anything.
By the time the lecture ended, I did not wait around for my friends like I usually did. I packed my things quickly ignoring the looks from a few people around me and walked straight out of the hall. My heart was already beating faster than it should like I was doing something
Maybe I was doing something by going to meet Adrian.
Outside I paused for a second my eyes scanning the spot where Adrian parked his car.
He was not there yet.
Good, I felt relieved. I did not want to see Adrian before tonight.
Because if I did see Adrian before tonight I don't know what mood he might be in. Adrian could be unpredictable at times. One moment he crossed the line with you the next he could go back to acting like nothing ever happened. Like I was his boss.
I was not ready for Adrian to change his mind about meeting me, so I did what was best for us both.
Before I could think twice I stepped out to the road and flagged down a cab.
"Where to?" the driver asked.
I gave him my address. Sank back into the seat my fingers tightening around my bag. The entire ride home felt strange like I had crossed a line, something like I was breaking a rule I was not supposed to touch.
By the time I got home, the house was already busy.
Voices filled the living room laughter came from angles. My father's guests had arrived earlier than I expected.
What I needed I thought. More people to deal with.
I took a breath fixing my expression to the obedient daughter before stepping inside. The moment I walked in my father's eyes found me immediately.
"Aria " he called.
I forced a smile and walked over greeting him first before turning to the guests. I greeted them politely exchanging the pleasantries, and following his rules. nodding when needed smiling when expected.
But my mind was not there it was still on Adrian and our meeting tonight.
I sat with them waiting for the meeting to be over.
The men talked business their voices calm and steady while glasses clinked softly on the table. My father spoke in his professional tone, the way it always was when he was around people like this.
I nodded when someone looked my way forcing smiles when needed but my attention kept slipping back to Adrian.
I shifted slightly on the couch, crossing and uncrossing my legs trying to ignore the feeling building inside me.
"Aria are you listening?" My father's voice cut me off.
My head snapped up immediately.
"Yes Father " I replied quickly straightening my posture.
His eyes stayed on me longer than necessary like he was trying to read something on my face. Then he gave a nod and turned back to his guests.
I let out a breath, relieved.
That was close. By the time everything finally started to settle it was already late.
I stood up excusing myself politely before anyone could pull me into another conversation.
"I'm a bit tired " I said softly.
My father glanced at me nodded. ". Rest."
I did not wait for an invitation.
The moment I got to my room and shut the door I rested against it breathing a sigh of relief.
After some minutes I walked straight to my bed. Sat down staring at nothing for a few seconds before my eyes slowly moved to the clock.
Still no time to meet Adrian.
I let out a breath and stood up again pacing around the room.
What was I even going to wear to meet Adrian?
The thought came suddenly, and I stopped in front of my wardrobe. Slowly opened, while my eyes scanned through my clothes.
I brought out a simple gown. "No this won't do " I muttered, throwing it in.
I brought out another gown but I wasn't satisfied.
I wanted something that would make Adrian look at me the way he did that night like I was the thing in the room. Like he couldn't look away from me Aria.
My stomach tightened at the thought of Adrian looking at me like that.
I reached for a dress held it up then dropped it back. Picked another one hesitated again.
Nothing felt right for meeting Adrian tonight.
Maybe I just didn't know what tonight with Adrian was supposed to be.
Then the bigger problem hit me.
How was I going to leave the house to meet Adrian?
I sat back down on my bed my fingers tapping lightly against my thigh as I thought of ways to leave. I could tell my father I had something to do at school.
That I needed to go to school.
The moment that thought came I brushed it off. I already knew it wouldn't work. My father knows all my schedules. He keeps track of everything I do, he knows all Aria's activities.
And I didn't feel like dealing with his questions tonight.
So the only option was sneaking.
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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."