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 7
He places the phone on his ear and Fiammetta speaks immediately thinking the phone was answered by her daughter-in-law."Liora, where are you?"
Learning about Liora's pregnancy, she hired a nutritionist, tonight, for the first time, she didn't stay at the hospital. She went to buy some nutritional supplements and didn't see Liora when she got home. Worried that she might have an accident being less than three months pregnant, she called to ask her whereabouts.
"She is here with me," Dashiell's voice was a bit hoarse. His suit jacket was missing, leaving only a black shirt. He had unbuttoned two buttons, revealing a more prominent Adam's apple than an average man.
He wasn't wearing pants, and his strong and straight legs stood in front of the sofa. His genitalia hadn't completely softened yet.
Having just fucked his sister-in-law, he answered his mother's call and told her that his sister-in-law was with him.
Liora didn't know what the conversation was all about since the phone was on speaker, she didn't know what Fiammetta was asking about.
She just heard him say, "Okay." Then the call ended.
"What did she say?" Liora was startled by her voice when she spoke, her throat felt strained, and her voice was only a whisper.
Dashiell handed her the phone.
With both wrists tied, she couldn't even unlock the phone. She held up her hands, hoping Dashiell would help. But he had already left for the bathroom. She could only place the phone on the sofa, lower her head to unlock it, and then check the call log, she contemplated if she should call her back or not.
She was puzzled over what Dashiell had said, not understanding why he said that, and even less clear about what Fiammetta said on the phone before the call abruptly ended.
But one thing was certain, Fiammetta must not have suspected anything.
She searched around and couldn't find scissors, so she bit the knot open. Her released wrists throbbed with a burning pain. She rubbed her wrists and then her left leg, and it was only then that she noticed the clear five-finger mark on her waist.
Dashiell was more aggressive in bed than Leander, and he lasted a long time. If not for this call, she wondered how much longer he would take to ejaculate.
Liora sat on the sofa, looking down at her belly, praying silently in her heart, hoping to conceive a baby tonight.
A baby with Leander.
However, what Liora doesn't know is that the moment she makes a deal with the devil, her life will take a different destiny.
The floor in front of the office desk, including the chair, was covered with water stains.
Liora gritted her teeth to put on her skirt. She then wiped the floor's moisture with tissue. The lewd smell hit her nose directly, and she couldn't believe she had produced so much fluid.
She tossed the wet tissues into the trash can and turned to see Dashiell, who had somehow come out of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel around his waist.
She wanted to start a conversation with him but she was speechless, she was so curious to know what he talked about with his mom.
"Our agreement will remain a secret right?" She finally said the question and he gave her a short response saying, "It depends."
He walked straight to the office desk and dialled the intercom, saying, "Come in."
"Is he inviting someone in now? Oh my gosh, this isn't right! What should I do?" She mumbled.
Finlo on the other end of the phone responded immediately, "Yes."
In just three seconds, the office door opened, and Finlo, dressed in a black suit, stood in front of the desk without looking away, awaiting Dashiell's instructions.
"Take her downstairs," Dashiell turned and walked towards the inner room. Catching a glimpse of the water stains on the floor, he softly instructed, "Have this place cleaned up at once ."
"Yes,"
"Mrs Liora, please come with me." Finloa requested politely.
"Okay, lead the way!" she said in an embarrassing tone hoping the ground could just open up and swallow her.
Liora didn't know if Finlo had noticed anything, but she felt so embarrassed that she almost didn't dare to make eye contact with anyone. She couldn't even lift her head in front of the elevator and stared at the ground until Finlo handed her a cup of warm water.
"Have this, it will help."
"Thank you..." She spoke with a hoarse voice.
"You are welcome, kindly wait here, I will be back."
"Okay!" Finlo took his leave and she started feeling guilty thinking of her husband at the hospital, "It's worth it, I am doing it for him."
Finlo brought back a box of throat lozenges and handed one to Liora.
He said nothing but seemed to know everything.
Liora felt as if she had been stripped naked in front of everyone. Thinking that someone would come to clean the office soon, her embarrassment was obvious. She hesitantly took the lozenge from Finlo and popped one into her mouth, relieved to see no gossip or mocking expression from Finlo.
The driver had been waiting in the parking lot. Seeing Liora approach, he quickly got out of the car and opened the back door.
After Liora got in the car, Finlo bent down to hand her a business card: "You can call me if you need anything."
Liora took it and nodded. She didn't think she would need Finlo's help in the future, but she still smiled gratefully at him saying, "Thank you."
"Stay safe.." Finlo added before they drove off.
Fiammetta wasn't home. The nutritional supplements she bought were all placed in the living room. As soon as Liora entered, the new family nutritionist came over to introduce herself, "Hello, Mrs. Liora, I'm Thalassa Vermillion. You can just call me Thalassa."
"Hello," Liora's throat was still sore, but her voice was now audible. She had taken two lozenges in the car, and they seemed to be effective.
Sable, hearing the commotion, also came out to greet her, "Welcome home ma'am, Should we eat now or later?"
"Let's wait a bit. Where's my mother-in-law?" Liora looked around and didn't see Fiammetta, she hoped she didn't find out about what transpired with her elder son.
"Mrs. Fiammetta went to the hospital. She said she's worried about Mr. Leander being alone there and she was also worried about you."
"Okay, thank you for the information." Liora felt relieved to hear this news.
She didn't eat much for dinner. Under the nutritionist's recommendation, she also had a cup of hot milk. Back in her second-floor bedroom, she took a bath and felt weak and sore, even a bit swollen.
When she cleaned herself, she gently touched it, luckily it wasn't very painful.
After finally finishing her bath, she dried herself and her hair. She opened her mouth to look in the mirror and found several cuts on the inside of her lips from biting. She applied medicine and also rubbed some medicinal oil on her wrists.
After tidying up, she returned to bed, feeling too exhausted to keep her eyes open.
Leander's pyjamas were still on the bed. Since his accident, she had been sleeping with it every night, as if she were holding Leander himself. "I miss you so much Leander, I miss you and I am sorry!! Forgive me, I have no choice, please." she cried and slept off in the process.
She slept deeply. The phone rang for the third time before she suddenly woke up, pulling the phone from under her pillow.
It was 5:03 in the morning, and the caller was Dashiell.
Her heart raced for some reason, perhaps due to the sudden wake-up or maybe because it wasn't yet dawn.
"Hello..." She slid to answer, her voice raspy from just waking up.
Dashiell's voice sounded unusually deep in the darkness: "Come over now." He ended the call.
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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.