Taming My Ruthless Billionaire Brother
"Please have sex with me once, I want a baby." Seeing that time was running out, she urgently called out to him again, "Brother..."
As Dashiell's sister-in-law, she shamelessly rode on his lap. Oddly enough, Dashiell was reacting at that moment. He even raised his eyebrows a few times imperceptibly.
"In bed, obey me in every way."
Liora's purpose was to get pregnant, and she nodded without objection, "Good."
****Liora makes secret deals with her husband brother Dashiell, this ruthless billionaire is like a beast in bed. But when she finally got pregnant, he refused to let her go.
Warning: Include BDSM content
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Chapter 1
Liora was busy at the hospital attending to various patients, a lot of patients, nurses, and doctors admired her so well because of her dedication and hard work as well.
Many also envied her marriage with Leanders Abernathy, a famous painter, she was living the dream of every lady.
She was exhausted so she returned to her office to get a break. She misses her husband so much, and not hearing from him makes her feel incomplete.
She brought out her phone and saw his message that read, "Hi love, what should we have for lunch?"
She was about to reply to his text when a call came in, she answered the call and immediately her countenance changed into sadness. The phone fell off her hands as a result of shock and she passed out.
Still in her unconscious state, she remembered how they first met.
Leander met Liora at the school's art exhibition hall.
She had stood in front of this oil painting, holding a transparent glass bottle in her hand.
"Whoever painted this is the real deal!" She said mentally.
"Don't tell me you are loving this piece of art or the person behind it?" Her classmate inquired from her but she didn't listen, she just nodded to whatever they said.
"No way, that means you are so interested in Leander's painting?" Her blonde classmate inquired.
"It's beautiful!!"
She was so carried away with the masterpiece and didn't know the time Leander stood beside her wearing a subtle smile, with raised eyebrows and gentle eyes.
Leander thought she was also an artist because of her demeanor. However, the next time he saw her, she was wearing a white coat coming out of the laboratory in the drizzling rain without an umbrella, and going to the supermarket to buy bread and milk.
"I'm glad I listened to the weather forecast news today, now my umbrella will serve its purpose in helping a lady in distress!" Leander said to himself as he approached Liora.
He held the umbrella over her head, Liora, with a straw in her mouth and cheeks puffed out, turned to look at him.
She was sleepy, her eyelids drooping with some raindrops on her eyelashes. Perhaps the sudden appearance of a stranger made her somewhat alert. She took a closer look at Leander, and the drizzle fell on his shoulder. He remained motionless, just tilting the umbrella above her head.
New junior students often came into the lab. She thought Leander was also new and thanked him, "Thank you, Junior."
Leander smiled and handed her the umbrella, saying, "I'm Leander Abernathy."
"Oh mine, silly me, I am so sorry, I thought you were a junior here."
"It's okay, I have been called so many names but a junior, that's new." He teases and lets out a smile.
"You are so funny, well my name is Liora, a pharmaceuticals."
"Are you serious right now?"
"Why? Are you doubting me?"
"I guess I also mistook you to be an artist like me, remember the other day at the art exhibition, you were so focused on one of my works!"
"OMG, you are the brain behind it, wow, I have a lot of questions to ask about it!" The conversation grew between them and at that time, no one ever thought they would fall in love and eventually get married.
Liora finally woke up and rushed to the hospital, she saw her mother-in-law who called her earlier in tears, she hoped it was not what she was thinking.
"Mom!!" She called in tears.
"Liora, you are here!!" She hugged her.
"Where is my husband? He is going to be fine right?"
"A moving truck hit him at the spot he was standing, luckily he survived but the pregnant lady beside him died at the spot!".
"Oh no!!"
"But I don't know if Leander will survive this, I am so scared to lose him, I want to take his pain as his mother but I feel so helpless!!" She broke down in tears and her eyes got swollen.
"What did the doctor say, Mom, please tell me!!" She kept asking because she was scared of hearing the news that might end her in sorrow.
"He has a high-level spinal cord injury!!"
"No!! Not my husband!! This can't be!!!" She fell to the ground and burst into tears.
Liora's husband ended up with a high-level spinal cord injury. He could only move his neck and nothing else. When Leander woke up, he couldn't even speak. He spent two full weeks in the intensive care unit. The first thing he said when he spoke was to tell Liora that he wanted a divorce.
Liora disagreed, but she remained silent, tears streaming down her face.
Leander was a spoiled boy. He came from a wealthy family, was handsome and cheerful, and had a talent for painting. No matter how you looked at it, his future was bright. Who would have thought that fate would play such a cruel joke on him?
He might have to spend his whole life lying in that hospital bed, unable to live like a normal person, unable to pick up a paintbrush, or even wipe away the tears from his wife's face.A
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Liora looked so pale and lean, that she barely ate or slept, she stared at her husband's portrait everytime with tears in her eyes.
She still remembers their wedding day when Leander vowed never to leave her, regardless of life, old age, sickness, or death. But now, he was about to break that promise and betray her.
"You promised Leander, I know you to be someone that keeps his words, tell me why can't you keep your words now? I miss everything about you!" She broke down the more thinking about him, he wasn't getting better.
She received a call from her parents to come to the house for dinner, she was about to decline but she thought of her mother Calista, and she decided to go.
The driver was ready and she was driven to her parent's home.
They invited her to have lunch with them but she refused, "My little pumpkin you are too young to be going through this stress."
"My husband is not a stress to me Mom!" She corrected her mother.
"Okay fine, since you can't tell her I will." her dad interfered.
"Listen, child, I know you love him so much but right now love is not enough, Leander is in a vegetative state and who knows he might die very soon, you are too young to waste your life on someone who might never get better, divorce him and get a new life."
She got angry at her family, "I will never leave my husband, I will keep my married vow to him, in sickness or health."
"I understand my little pumpkin, but look at things the other way round!"
"Mom, Dad, thanks for your concern this conversation is over, I am going to watch over my husband now so my mother-in-law can get some rest." she walked away with tears flowing down her eyes, she never expected her family to lose hope but she told herself she is not giving up.
"Liora we love you and we are saying this for your good!" Her mom yelled but she gave deaf ears.
She remembered what the doctor said to her, "Your husband's chance of survival is low if you are lucky a miracle could happen but if you are not, you are going to decide if we should give him a painless death or leave him in his vegetable state full of pain!!"
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9.7
Clarissa rushed into a crowded nightclub for one simple reason: to save her wildly drunk best friend.
But her ruthless billionaire husband, Giovanny, was watching from the VIP room. After effortlessly ruining a man just for grabbing her wrist, Giovanny punished Clarissa for breaching their public image contract with an impossible curfew.
When she inevitably arrived back at his penthouse late, he didn't just yell. He forced her to her knees by his bathtub to wash his back, making her watch an explicit, humiliating video as punishment.
A sudden family medical emergency dragged them to his parents' estate. Still in her soaked, transparent dress and his misbuttoned shirt, Giovanny's mother caught them. She joyfully assumed they had been passionately intimate.
Instead of clearing her name, Giovanny pulled Clarissa close and lied to his mother's face.
"We are working very hard on the family's future, Mother."
He locked her in the guest suite, tossed a sheer silk nightgown on the bed, and literally shattered the tablet holding their "no-contact" prenuptial agreement. He then slapped a file against the window—he had secretly bought all her father's toxic debt.
Clarissa was terrified. They were supposed to be business allies bound by a strict contract. Why was he suddenly acting like a predator determined to own her body and soul?
"Give me an heir, or your father goes to federal prison," he whispered.
Stripped of all choices, Clarissa picked up the white silk. She would surrender tonight to save her family, but as his shadow swallowed her, she made a silent vow to survive this monster, and one day, tear his empire to the ground.
8.5
Synopsis
It still feels so unreal being dumped by my boyfriend at the courtyard on the day of our wedding.
David didn't show up and when I called him to know the reason why.
He told me right to my face that he had found love with another woman who happened to be my best friend.
My heart was shattered into a million tiny pieces.
I was wallowing in self-pity when I overheard Lucas talking on the phone about needing a replacement for the woman who has collected a part-payment to be his wife.
I agreed to be his wife without thinking twice wanting to get back at my Ex.
What would happen when two strangers' hearts intertwined?
And what started as an arrangement became a bedrock for something real?
Read to find out.
8.7
Ada was eight months pregnant, sitting peacefully in her husband's Manhattan estate, looking at a baby nursery catalog.
Suddenly, her husband's mistress, Jacklyn, walked in, threw an ultrasound photo on the table, and locked the door.
Before Ada could process the betrayal, Jacklyn dragged her to the top of the marble staircase and threw herself backward just as Desmond walked through the front doors.
"She pushed me, Desmond! She tried to kill our baby!"
Desmond looked at Ada with absolute hatred.
He ignored Ada's breaking water and her agonizing screams for help, leaving her to miscarry on the freezing floor while he rushed Jacklyn to the hospital.
He sent Ada to a brutal federal prison for three years, where she was tortured and left with a body covered in horrific scars, mourning the baby she was told died at birth.
When Ada was finally released, Desmond destroyed her cousin's company to force her back to his estate as a lowly maid.
But when Ada saw Jacklyn's three-year-old son, her world stopped.
Right in the center of the little boy's palm was a faint crescent moon birthmark.
It was the exact same mark Ada had kissed on her own lifeless baby's tiny hand before the doctors took his body away.
How did her dead child become Jacklyn's little prince?
Looking at the woman who stole her life and the husband who threw her in hell, Ada clenched her scarred hands and swore she would tear their world apart to get her son back.
8.6
"We both know this match is not our will. For that reason, I'm offering you a contract."
My eyes widened in shock at Harrison's words-an open proposal from a man I had only met for the first time.
What the average family could never pull off happened effortlessly among the right people.
I scanned through the printed agreement in my hands.
No interference in each other's personal lives
Absolute confidentiality of the marriage contract, agreed upon by both parties
The marriage shall last a minimum of two years. If separation is still difficult to implement after that period, the contract may be extended until circumstances permit otherwise
Some of the clauses were... interesting.
A contract like this wasn't natural for a couple about to get married. But strangely, it made me feel more prepared than blindly stepping into the unknown as a member of the Marcus family.
"I deliberately left the last page blank," Harrison said calmly, tapping the paper with his finger. "Please write your conditions."
His assistant smoothly placed a ballpoint pen into my hand.
I didn't hesitate.
Respect both families as one
No physical contact
Separate bedrooms
I've always preferred being alone. I've never had a boyfriend-and I never cared to.
Unfortunately, my sister did.
She was in love, yet she had been betrothed to a billionaire's son she was now being forced to marry.
I pitied her.
So I made a decision that changed everything.
I replaced her.
Harrison Marcus, the billionaire's son, didn't want to marry a stranger either. So he proposed a contract-to me.
Helping my sister.
A marriage without love.
A deal that would end in divorce.
Or so we thought.
Two years later, we planned to file for divorce and walk away like strangers.
But contracts don't account for feelings...
and neither did we.
8.5
I was rushed to the emergency room with a bleeding head after a horrific car crash.
But while the doctor was stitching my forehead, I heard the nurses whispering.
"The CEO of the Finley Group is upstairs right now, playing nurse to that pregnant actress."
My heart stopped. I ripped out my IV and dragged my battered body to the VIP suite, only to watch my billionaire husband tenderly wipe away his mistress's tears.
I filed for divorce that night and left his penthouse with nothing but a basic suitcase.
Carter was furious. He tracked me down, completely ignoring my injuries, and mocked me relentlessly.
"You're nothing but a breeding tool. You won't survive a week without my money."
When I later collapsed from severe stomach cramps, he abandoned me on the floor because his mistress faked a panic attack over the phone. He even nearly ran me over in the freezing rain as he sped back to her side.
I had loved him in secret for ten agonizing years, pouring my bleeding heart into a novel about my unrequited love. I couldn't understand how a man could be so incredibly cold-blooded to his own wife.
But Carter didn't know I was the anonymous author of that global bestselling book.
So when he tried to use his massive wealth to buy the film rights and give his mistress the lead role, I walked straight into his boardroom, slammed my contractual veto on the table, and finally fought back.
9.1
For two years, Elena played the role of the perfect, submissive wife to her wealthy husband, Andrew Macdonald, quietly swallowing the daily insults of his elite circle to appease his family.
But using her hidden divination skills, she tracked his GPS to a dirty nightclub terrace and caught him tightly holding a fragile, crying woman, calling Elena a disposable "Appalachian hillbilly."
"The lawyers are drafting the divorce papers. Next week, she'll be out of New York for good."
Hearing Andrew promise this gently to his cheating partner, Elena stepped into the dim light, only to be met with nasty mockery from his arrogant friends, while the mistress shrank back and pretended to be an innocent victim.
Andrew glared at Elena with deep annoyance, aggressively demanding she stop embarrassing him in public and go back to the countryside, fully expecting her to break down, cry, and beg him to save their marriage.
Two years of cooking his meals, ironing his shirts, and enduring his family's cruel abuse were nothing but a sick joke to him, completely blind to the terrifying, ancient power she actually wielded.
Instead of shedding a single tear, Elena mercilessly exposed their darkest medical and financial secrets, signed the divorce papers without taking a single dime, and stepped into her new life as the untouchable master she truly was.