Follow
Chapters
Share
The Billionaire Jock's Game of Love Novel Cover

The Billionaire Jock's Game of Love

After witnessing her boyfriend's betrayal on a stadium Kiss Cam, Taylor retaliates by kissing the mysterious man beside her. She soon discovers her impulse partner is Aiden Kincaid, a billionaire football star entangled with the same woman who stole her boyfriend. When Taylor lands an internship as Aiden's sports therapist, he proposes a calculated arrangement: a fake relationship to settle the score. Now, they must navigate a high-stakes game of pretend where the lines between revenge and reality blur.
Chapters
Share

Chapter 4

Taylor POV

The silence of the hallway makes my shoe squeak like a loud scream revealing my presence.

After taking a deep breath to calm my nerves, I finally decide to step out, revealing myself.

My throat feels like fire as I try to speak, "Hi…I'm Taylor."

"Why are you here?" Aiden stares at me intensely with eyes that seem to cut through all my defenses to reveal my deepest truth.

"I didn't mean to eavesdrop." My voice keeps trembling even though I try to steady it. "I was running away from the security. I somehow ended up here."

"I don't care who you are or why you are here. Just leave," Ella says without even sparing me a look, clearly impatient about my sudden interruption of their very private conversation.

"Actually…" My voice falters.

I wonder if I should just warn Ella about Dylan after I made the worst first impression.

"Actually, the real reason I'm here is because of you, Ella.” I decide to say it anyway. “I came to talk to you about Dylan."

I push my legs to move forward.

"Dylan is my ex," The words taste bitter on my tongue. "He used my credit card to bring you on dates. He thinks he can win you over with it, like he always does. And when I asked him to pay me back, he just—he refused. He laughed."

I swallow hard, my words coming out faster now. Thank God I got them out before I lost the courage to say them.

I glance over at Ella, she finally raises her eyes to look at me, her face full of judgment.

"He's not a good person. You should be careful around him. What he has for you isn't about feelings—it's about what he can take. He's probably just after your money. He did this to me too," I continued.

I know I sound like a crazy ex-girlfriend, but I just have to tell her the truth.

Ella doesn't hesitate. She rolls her eyes at me, slow and deliberate, like she doesn't give a flying shit about what I have to say.

Whatever broken, sad look she was portraying earlier when speaking to Aiden is now gone, wiped clean as if it never existed.

In its place is only arrogance, her chin is held high, her smile cold, like she's determined to show me just how little I matter.

"Your name's Taylor?" Her tone dripping with mockery.

I nod.

"Oh, so you're the ex-girlfriend Dylan mentioned— " Her voice is sharp, teasing. "He said he knew you'd come to accuse him. I won't fall for your tricks, though. I know you are just a gold digger trying to get more out of him after you guys broke up. He owes you NOTHING."

"By the way, are you the girl on the kiss cam today?" Ella smirks, tilting her head, as if she's studying a curious insect.

I blink, caught off guard.

"I didn't see your faces. But judging from your hair.... And the man seems to wear the same hat as you, Aiden." Ella turns to Aiden with a sneer.

"She grabbed and kissed me," Aiden answered immediately, trying to distance himself from me. "I just happen to sit next to her."

"Looks like Taylor got her new target. Just be careful."

Damn, Her words sting sharper than I expected.

Imagine I came here to warn her, to protect her from the same trap I fell into, and instead… she insults me.

Heat begins to rise in my chest. My jaw tightens. "I'm not lying," I snap, letting the anger rise through my words, "Dylan fooled me, and he'll fool you too."

Ella produces a brief dismissive laugh before she shakes her head. "Let's just stop it here. I don't want to continue our meaningless conversation anymore." She then turns around, about to leave.

"But we-," Aiden stops her by grabbing her arms.

"Just leave me alone. I don't want to talk to you either." Then Ella just walks away while her high heels produce a rhythmic sound on the wooden floor.

She doesn't believe me.

I look at Aiden, who remains completely silent after Ella left.

He doesn't even look angry—just… distant.

Maybe he's already made up his mind. Or maybe he's thinking about Ella. Does he actually not want to end their marriage?

Okay, Taylor, think. Maybe if I… butter him up a little. Make him think I'm on his side.

Make him feel like… maybe I can help.

"You seem… like a really nice guy," I say cautiously, forcing myself to smile.

"Maybe… we could team up? If you… if we could let Ella see the truth about Dylan, maybe she'd break up with him. And maybe you can take the change to win her back too," I rush out, the sentences awkward but desperate.

I know it's bold. I know it's asking a lot. But what choice do I have?

Aiden shifts his head to the side as his eyes grow darker. Then he shakes his head, and the coldness in his tone cuts like ice.

"I've seen women like you before," he says, his words deliberate, slow and sharp.

What does that even mean?

"Poor and greedy. When you realize you can no longer get more out of Dylan, you begin to trick me into your scheme. With the kiss and everything."

My stomach drops. I feel like I just got a punch in the gut.

This is probably the worst day in my life...

First cheated by Dylan. Then lost all my savings. Now this?

The burning sensation of humiliation spreads from my chest all the way to my feet.

My hands curl into fists, nails digging into my palms.

"Now I understand why Ella is divorcing you." The words come out sharp, unfiltered. I feel a tremor in my chest as I say them. "You're not poor. But so what?"

Aiden narrows his eyes.

"Actually, I bet you don't have any real friend or family." The words rip from my mouth before I can even stop them, sharp and venomous. "Your self-centered, toxic bias will make you die alone."

You may also like

Acceptable Service: Tipping The Ruthless Billionaire Novel Cover
8.8
I woke up in a penthouse suite at the Pierre with a hangover from hell and a naked man who looked like he'd been carved from marble. Thinking he was a high-end escort I couldn't afford, I left my last hundred dollars and a petty note on the nightstand. "Service was acceptable. Keep the change." But when I rushed home to check on my dying father, I found the locks changed and my boyfriend, Chad, draped over my stepsister on the landing. My stepmother, Meredith, didn't even look up from her coffee as she handed me a legal folder. She told me to sign away my inheritance or she'd stop paying for my father's life support. The hospital called seconds later, demanding fifty thousand dollars by the end of the day, or they'd pull the plug. Meredith had already arranged my "payment": a dinner with Boris Gorsky, a predator who collected young women like trophies. I was being sold to a monster to keep my father alive, standing in a thrift-store dress while my family laughed at my ruin. I didn't understand how my life had collapsed in twelve hours, or how my own blood could put a price tag on a man's life. I sat at that restaurant trembling, waiting for the man who would buy my soul. Then the man from the hotel walked in. It wasn't Gorsky; it was August Sanders, the billionaire CEO of a media empire, and he was holding my hundred-dollar bill. He didn't want an apology; he wanted a contract wife for a year. He slid a confirmation for a five-hundred-thousand-dollar hospital deposit across the table and handed me a fountain pen. "Welcome to the firm, Mrs. Sanders." I signed the paper with a shaking hand, knowing I was trading my freedom for my father's life. But as August handed me his black card, I realized I finally had the weapon I needed to destroy the people who thought I was nothing.
Betrayed Heiress: A Storm Awakened Within Novel Cover
8.3
I was the long-lost Donovan heiress, finally brought home after a childhood in foster care. My parents adored me, my husband cherished me, and the woman who tried to ruin my life, Kiera Reese, was locked away in a mental facility. I was safe. I was loved. On my birthday, I decided to surprise my husband, Ivan, at his office. But he wasn't there. I found him at a private art gallery across town. He was with Kiera. She wasn't in a facility. She was radiant, laughing as she stood beside my husband and their five-year-old son. I watched through the glass as Ivan kissed her, a familiar, loving gesture he’d used with me just that morning. I crept closer and overheard them. My birthday wish to go to the amusement park had been denied because he’d already promised the entire park to their son—whose birthday was the same day as mine. "She’s so grateful to have a family, she’d believe anything we tell her," Ivan said, his voice laced with a cruelty that stole my breath. "It's almost sad." My entire reality—my loving parents who funded this secret life, my devoted husband—was a five-year lie. I was just the fool they kept on stage. My phone buzzed. It was a text from Ivan, sent while he stood with his real family. "Just got out of the meeting. So exhausting. I miss you." The casual lie was the final blow. They thought I was a pathetic, grateful orphan they could control. They were about to find out just how wrong they were.
Left At The Altar: Marrying The Billionaire Novel Cover
8.9
At my million-dollar wedding to the Hoffman heir, the priest was interrupted by a ringing phone. My groom, Elijah, didn't silence it. He answered it right at the altar, yanked his arm from my grasp, and walked out because his "true love" Jalyn needed him. I was left standing alone in front of three hundred elite guests, blinded by mocking camera flashes. My own mother rolled her eyes in disgust, later threatening to freeze my trust fund and sell me to a notorious playboy to recoup her losses. Elijah even had the nerve to call me, demanding I take the blame for the canceled wedding to save his PR, while live news feeds showed him cradling a fragile Jalyn in the hospital. I had spent two years bending over backward to be his perfect bride, only to be discarded like trash. What made it sicker was finding out that Jalyn's sudden "medical emergency" was actually a ruptured cyst caused by having vigorous sex with Elijah right before he walked down the aisle. I refused to let them destroy me. Kicking off my six-inch heels, I stepped down from the altar and walked straight to the back row where Cristian Lowe sat. He was the ruthless iceberg of Wall Street and Elijah's most terrifying rival. I looked up at his sharp jawline and asked the craziest question of my life. "Will you marry me?" He stood up, his dark eyes locking onto mine. "As you wish."
Lock Me Up in the Name of Love Novel Cover
8.3
After Zane Wade sleeps with a look-alike student, Raina offers him three chances to save their marriage. Zane’s initial repentance fades when the woman becomes pregnant, leading him to prioritize the mistress over his wife’s feelings. The final straw occurs at an auction where Zane fights Raina for her own mother’s heirlooms to appease the pregnant Moira. Realizing Zane expects her to endure endless disrespect, Raina chooses divorce, even as he brings Moira into their home.
My Fiancé Faked His Death, So I Married The Don Novel Cover
9.4
After Raphael Russo supposedly dies in a gang shootout days before their wedding, his fiancée is devastated—until mysterious messages reveal he faked his death to be with another woman. Armed with the truth of his betrayal and plans to return with fake amnesia, she chooses a different path. A month later, she shocks New York by marrying the dangerous Mafia Don Marcello Falcone. When confronted by her former lover's allies, she embraces her new life of power and cold revenge.
My Husband Let His Mistress Replace Me Novel Cover
9.5
Despite attending the prestigious Hansen Group annual gala for the sixth time, Leah remains an invisible outsider in her husband Cal's high-society world. Dressed in a modest navy gown solely to appease him, her fragile composure is pushed to the limit. When her mother-in-law, Eleanor Hansen, approaches with a razor-thin smile, Leah must face the cold, elitist judgment that threatens to completely shatter her failing marriage.