Tempting The Billioanire
Introduction
Emily is the adopted daughter of a billionaire family. They adopted her after the loss of their own daughter in a bid to comfort themselves.
However, when she was twenty one, the original daughter of her adopted parents came back and after the DNA tests proved that she was their child, their joy knew no bounds as they began to celebrate her.
Emily's fiance, Louis acted as a source of comfort to her around this time because her parents neglected her, providing their attention to their daughter instead.
They were set to get married in two months but that was until she saw a post on a blog, stating that her sister and her fiance Louis, were getting married.
She had an accident and nearly died but none of her family members showed up, leading her to believe that indeed they had lost all touch of love for her.
She gets home to find a piece of condom in the trashcan, suggesting that her fiance has been busy while she was in the hospital. She confronted him, telling him if what she saw on the blogs were true and he finally admitted to it, saying he loved her sister more than her and he would be getting married to her.
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Chapter 2
Emily's POV
" I'm so sorry, if I knew you did not remember I would have not said anything at least till you left the hospital " Tasha said, her eyes holding remorse but i shrugged it off.
" It's fine. Can I...can I see the post again?" I asked her.
She looked at me unsurely for a minute, as though contemplating if she could fulfill my request, but eventually, she handed me over her phone and the smiling face of the couples attacked me, the two people who were supposed to be the closest to me, doing this to me three months before my formal marriage with my fiance of five years.
I could see my parents at the back ground too, shining their perfect teeth as they looked so proud of their daughter, after all I was just the adopted one.
I knew I was adopted from the moment I opened my eyes and that was because I was already nine when they adopted me.
They were the best parents I could ever wish for. The way they pampered and cared for me like their own.
I was fourteen when I found out of their own daughter that went missing a few years before they adopted me. I could see the pain in their eyes Everytime someone called to say they had an information but it just led to another dead end.
And when she finally showed up, one day, with the health worker who claimed to have raised her up until she was a fit member of society, their joy knew no bounds.
When the results of the DNA test came back positive, I was sure they could have burst from excitement.
My mum could never get tired of comparing her with themselves. Just how black her hair was, just like theirs.
But mine was a rich chestnut colour.
I did not mind anyways. I was working, I had my whole life in front of me with a fiance that could go to the moon and back for me, I had it all planned out.
So when she started stealing my spotlight with my parents, going on dinners that I was not included on, attending family functions with them forgetting about me, I did not feel all that bad.
After all this was her time to enjoy her parent's love.
She could take everything I had with my parents and I would not care. But she took my man.
My callous fiance that could not find the balls to tell me that he was now engaged to my sister and I had to find out about it through a blog post.
My fiance that took my life and my dreams and shattered with in one go.
I did not realize fresh tears were already sliding down my face until Tasha pulled out a white napkin, carefully dabbing my face with it.
" You shouldn't let them see you so down like this. I hated that girl from the moment I saw her. With her fake smiles and her graceful demeanor. I know you don't feel like it now but you would always be the star of the show, no matter how hard she tries" Tasha said.
My heart strings tugged as I sighed, nodding my head rapidly. It was comforting to know that I still had people who cared about me.
Even if my family didn't.
As I closed my eyes to go to bed that night, I could not help but reminiscence on how I had my met my fiance.
It was a cliche meeting, one that was picture perfect for books.
It has been at my favourite coffee spot.
" I would like to ordered an iced macchiato and also an Americano " he had said in front of me that day.
I was not paying any attention to what he did,, mostly because I had a major test coming up and I could already feel the heat of my failure dawning on me.
But then, he prodded me softly, handing me the cup.
I had stared at him in surprise.
" Can I help you?" I remember asking vividly.
To answer my question, he had flashed me a million dollar watt smile that still had the effect it had on me four years ago.
" I have been coming to this cafe for a long time and I just thought to give you a little something as we have been bumping into each other for quite a good number of times now" he said.
I did not remember ever bumping into him.
I could tell from the label of the drink that he held up towards me that it was the exact same one I always ordered.
" Well today I was going to buy drinks for my friends as well" I said giving an awkward laugh as his mouth shaped into an O, letting me step past him to place my order.
It was an awkward meeting, we felt awkward but it was nice. He had collected my number as I left the cafe and the rest was history.
The checking out part of the hospital was the most relieving. It felt as though I was leaving the guilt I had in my chest, leaving the pain of being repsonsible for the death of someone behind.
Tasha dropped me off at our house and I could not be more grateful. I knew I would not be staying here, not with him hanging around with my sister.
The house was silent when I walked in, and as I went to get my clothes, a pack of condoms fell out of his drawer, shocking me.
We had never had sex even though we had been together for a long time.
But here he was, with condoms.
Just then, as though he was waiting for me to make my little discovery, I heard the door open and he came in.
" Emily, what are you doing here? I had you were involved in an accident and honestly I have just been so busy, I was going to come today" he said but I knew it was all lies.
" Who are these for?" I asked him and watched him pale as I held up the pack of condoms.
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7.2
I am a resident surgeon, secretly married to Dr. Barrett Walters, the Chief of Cardiothoracic Surgery. It was a transactional marriage; he paid my mother's mounting medical bills, and I was his secret, obedient wife in the dark.
But at the hospital, he was a cold-blooded tyrant who deliberately made my life a living hell. During a major medical conference, he viciously tore apart my successful surgical repair, looking me dead in the eye as he called me incompetent in front of all my colleagues.
The humiliation didn't stop there. With his tacit approval, the senior residents bullied me, assigning me every brutal night shift. When his beautiful, wealthy heiress "girlfriend" visited the ward, he publicly mocked my background to make her smile.
"Some people get in through the back door. They're not fit for the front lines."
Even when I was forced to work as a secret banquet waitress to cover the medical copays he ignored, he found me, ruined the job out of pure possessive jealousy, and then fined my meager resident salary the very next morning just to show his absolute control.
I endured his punishing kisses and cruel rebukes, sacrificing my dignity just to keep my mother alive. But I couldn't understand why he had to destroy every shred of my peace. If he wanted the perfect heiress, why did he refuse to let me go?
Staring at his cold, controlling eyes in the stairwell, my exhaustion finally overpowered my fear. I was done being his victim, and it was time to tear up this contract.
9.3
Elliana sat on the cold marble floor, staring at the two pink lines on the pregnancy test. Overjoyed, she went to her husband Garrett’s study to surprise him.
But the room was empty. On his iPad, she accidentally opened a muted security video from the night before. As a graphic novelist trained in facial anatomy, she easily read Garrett’s lips as he spoke to their housekeeper.
"Increase the hallucinogens and the birth control. Let her become a complete lunatic."
The truth shattered her reality. Her three years of inexplicable exhaustion and mental collapses were orchestrated to keep her away from her ex-fiancé, who was now married to Garrett’s sister, Cristina. The nightmare worsened during a horrific highway crash. As their SUV flipped and caught fire, Garrett ruthlessly abandoned a pregnant Elliana in the crushed backseat. He dragged Cristina to safety, leaving Elliana to burn. She survived, but her right hand—her drawing hand—was permanently destroyed.
Lying in the hospital with her career ruined and her intellectual property stolen by the husband who forged her signature while she was drugged, a freezing void of hatred consumed her. She was nothing but a sedated decoy to hide Garrett's twisted, incestuous obsession with his own sister.
When Garrett knelt by her hospital bed with fake tears, Elliana didn't scream or expose him. Instead, she forced a pathetic, dependent smile, playing the perfect broken wife. She was going back to his penthouse to steal his encrypted files, ready to feed him to Manhattan's most cutthroat divorce lawyer and watch his empire burn.
7.5
I am the biological daughter of the wealthy Fitzpatrick family, but I spent my childhood eating out of dumpsters.
When I was finally brought back to the estate at age seven, I thought I would experience my parents' love.
Instead, my biological parents looked at my dirty clothes with raw disgust. They only cared about Hallie, the fake daughter who lived like a princess.
The moment I walked in, Hallie hurled a heavy ceramic cup at my head, slicing my hand open.
"Get out of my house!"
My father didn't even look at the blood. He raised his hand to strike me, accusing me of bringing trailer park rules into his home.
In my past life, I dropped to my knees and begged for their forgiveness. I endured their abuse, hoping they would eventually love me.
But they let the maids humiliate me, let Hallie steal my identity, and eventually threw me back onto the streets to die. Even my playboy Uncle Byron, the only person who ever showed me mercy, was driven to suicide by them.
I didn't understand why my own flesh and blood hated me so much, or why a vicious liar deserved everything while I was treated like a jinx.
Opening my eyes again, I was back on the exact day I first returned to the estate.
As my father raised his hand to hit me, I didn't cower.
Instead, I looked at the family patriarch and pointed directly at my notorious, alcoholic uncle.
"I want him to be my new guardian."
7.0
For six years, I was the obedient, pathetic girlfriend of Arron, the adopted heir to the terrifying Mayer empire.
But on the night of a major party, he abandoned me for another woman, leaving me humiliated and alone in a hotel penthouse.
While I was crying in the bathtub, a splitting headache suddenly unlocked a terrifying truth. I wasn't just a discarded girlfriend; I was living inside a scripted corporate thriller. I was the disposable side character destined to be crushed by the Mayer family, driven to despair, and drowned in the freezing Hudson River so Arron and his new love could have their happy ending.
My destined ending was nothing but a joke to them.
"When he gets bored and throws you out, you'll be worse than a stray dog."
Arron's cruel warning echoed in my mind, but the phantom feeling of freezing water closing over my head completely burned away my pathetic love for him. Why did I have to die just to be a stepping stone for the man who threw me away like trash?
I refused to be a tragic victim. Looking at the broken gold watch chain I had just ripped from the coat of Cassius Mayer—Arron's ruthless, untouchable billionaire father—a cold calculation took over. Since Arron wanted to ruin me, I was going to use the most feared man on Wall Street to tear their empire down from the inside.
8.4
Running from her father's rejection, Isabella arrives in London determined to start over, only to walk straight into temptation and danger. Her obsessive ex is waiting at the airport. And the stranger from her one reckless, unforgettable night in New York is now her new billionaire boss.
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"Hello, Isabella." Mateo Rossi's voice is low, smooth, and dangerously familiar, sending heat curling through her before she can stop it.
She freezes. He leans back, eyes dark and unreadable, lingering on her just a little too long.
"I never knew Nathan had a daughter like you," he says softly. "All grown up." Relief floods her.
He doesn't recognize her. Not the girl from that night. Not the one who lost control in his arms. Or he does, and he is choosing to pretend. Because Mateo watches her like she belongs to him. He tests her, corners her, pushes her past every limit she thought she had. Doors close.
Tempers snap. Boundaries blur. And Isabella realizes something far more dangerous than her past catching up to her. London was never her escape. It is his world. And this time, Mateo Rossi has no intention of letting her walk away.