The Billionaire Proposed
Penelope's wedding day should have been perfect-until she found her best friend in her fiancé's bed.
Running from the ruins of her future, she fell into one night with a stranger whose touch felt like safety. No names. No future. Just escape.
Until two pink lines changed everything.
Years later, Penelope returns with twins, a stronger heart, and no plans to fall in love again. But fate traps her in close quarters with a ruthless billionaire... who happens to be the man from that unforgettable night. He doesn't know she's the bride who disappeared. He doesn't know the children are his.
Old enemies want revenge. Old secrets refuse to stay buried.
And the man who swore he would never love... kneels.
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Chapter 3
Carlton froze, genuinely caught off guard. "You don't even know me," he said slowly. "Why would you ask me for something like that?"
Penelope felt her cheeks burn with both shame and defiance, stunned by what had just left her lips.
"Do you..." she stammered, "...find me attractive?"
Silence stretched between them as Carlton's gaze slowly traveled over her, from head to toe. He ran a hand through his hair, visibly unsettled.
"Yes... I mean, you are. But I won't take advantage of you. Why would you want to have sex with me?" he asked, so full of uncertainty.
Penelope took a deep shaky breath, her vulnerability exposed a side of her she rarely allowed anyone to see. Her body wanted to run, but her vulnerability fought the instinct.
The room felt too quiet, as though the walls themselves were listening. Penelope could hear her own heartbeat, loud and erratic, each thud reminding her how close she was to unraveling completely. This wasn't a desire guiding her-it was grief, shock, and a desperate need to feel something other than betrayal.
"Look," she said in a calm and soft voice, "I just realized I've made a terrible mistake all my life," tears welling up again. "And before I snap back to my normal self I want to make just one last mistake."
"That doesn't make sense at all. Why make more mistakes when the one you made left you in this terrible form?" he asked, trying to fathom what he had just heard.
"By doing this, I wouldn't feel guilty of the mistake I have made, this is all I want from you. Don't try to understand me. Have sex with me, simple. I sincerely don't want to know you, I don't want your money. I don't want your love or a relationship.
His jaw tightened. Desire flickered in his eyes, but so did restraint, the kind that came from knowing this moment would leave a mark on both of them.
Carlton studied her for a while, the room felt heavier under his silence. He wasn't looking at her like a man eager for pleasure-he was looking at her like someone standing at the edge of a decision he couldn't undo.
"No, I can't do this," he said, the only help I can offer is by giving you a listening ear."
Penelope didn't respond, and to his utter shock, she ripped the towel off her body, standing naked in front of him.
Carlton's eyes widened, at the sight of her perky boobs and her meaty clean shaved vagina.
He looked away from her naked body, "you're hurting, this is not right."
"Just have sex with me, that's all I ask for, please." Her eyes pleading.
He exhaled slowly, as though steadying himself. Whatever she was offering wasn't just her body-it was her brokenness, and he knew accepting it would change the course of the night.
"I want this, this will clear my head." She moved closer, pressing her breast against his chest and kissing him.
The moment she kissed him he let go of every hesitation and returned the kiss with equal passion. Before she knew it, he carried xr toher over to the bed, laid her on it and grabbed her boobs.
He broke the moment, held her gaze and asked her "do you really want to do this?"
Penelope gave him a pitiful furrowed look, "Yes I want this," voice sharper than ever.
The moment she gazed her consent, he removed his clothes, pinned her against the bed and ravaged her lips, his mouth moved to her breast, using his tongue to caress her nipples.
Even though she believed having sex with a stranger would dull the pain of realizing she had loved a devil all her life and nearly married him, his touch aroused something in her far deeper than Geoffrey ever had-and that terrified her.
She found herself moaning loudly, letting her hand slide down to the bulge between his legs and squeezed it gently, releasing a soft attractive moan from him.
A gasp escaped from her lips, when his fingers connected with her clit, she tightly held on to the bedspread, as she buried her other hand in his hair, massaging his head lightly, while the air filled with shared intensity.
She pulled out his dick from his underpants, turning her over, he buried his face in her pussy while she also got busy by giving him "mouth job." He increased the pace of his tongue on her clit, as she couldn't hold back anymore turning soft moans into loud cries of pleasure.
"Fuck me now please", she pleaded. Wanting nothing more than him buried inside her.
"I will baby, but you have to cum for me" he said, dipping his fingers in her pussy as he continued with the increased pace of his tongue on her clit, as though that was all she needed to hear she screamed "I'm cumin'... I'm cumin', she toppled over the climax of pleasure and her nod shook with the force of her orgasm.
Still trying to recover from that he positioned himself in-between her thighs and slid his big cock into her wet drooling pinky rose with an urgency she wasn't used to, sending her into another round of orgasm.
She moaned loudly, wanting him to pause so she could catch a breath and also not wanting him to stop as she flowed with the rhythm of his thrusts.
In that moment, Penelope who had always thought sex wasn't so pleasurable, discovered how good and pleasant sex is.
She spent all night in the arms of the striking, handsome stranger, he held her so close as she unlearned all the lies Geoffrey told her about herself and her body. Subtly, her pains disappeared into thin air.
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8.9
I was tossed into a dark alley like rotting garbage, bleeding and grieving the child I had just lost.
When I was finally brought back to my fiancé Angelo's penthouse, instead of comfort, I was met with absolute disgust.
His family declared me "unclean" after the kidnapping. Angelo coldly announced he was burying the scandal by marrying my sweet, innocent cousin, Carissa.
When we were alone, Carissa stood over my bed, her voice dripping with venomous delight.
"My father arranged the kidnapping. And now, Angelo and I can finally be together."
Before I could react, she forced a silver letter opener into my hand, deliberately stabbed her own shoulder, and let out a bloodcurdling scream.
Angelo stormed in, struck me across the face, and gathered a sobbing Carissa into his arms, looking at me with absolute revulsion.
The family matriarch appeared at the door, her cold eyes sweeping over the scene before she gave a chilling order to the maids.
"Clean this up."
They pinned me down and brutally drove the blade directly into my chest.
I choked on my own blood, staring at the man who had promised me the world as he turned his back, calling my murder a "mercy."
As my heart beat its final agonizing rhythm, I made a silent vow to the shadows that if there was a next life, I would have my vendetta.
When I opened my eyes again, there was no blood, only the soft silk of my nightgown.
I had returned to the day before my eighteenth birthday.
This time, I wouldn't play the desperate victim. I was going to ally with the Devil of Chicago and burn them all to the ground.
9.0
Colette stepped out of the federal prison, finally breathing the air of freedom after two agonizing years.
But instead of a bus home, a black armored SUV blocked her path. Ferris Vance's men kidnapped her right at the gates. He forced her to sign a marriage certificate, threatening to completely destroy her father's legacy if she refused.
The nightmare had only just begun. She soon learned her father had been driven to suicide anyway. Dragged into the Vance estate, Colette was beaten bloody by the family of Ellie, the girl she supposedly wronged. Ferris paraded her in a pure white gown for the cameras, playing the fiercely devoted husband. But the second the lenses turned away, he forced her into a coarse maid's uniform, making her scrub the freezing marble floors on her hands and knees.
"Your life isn't even worth the dirt on my shoes."
Ferris whispered those words as he threw his muddy boots at her bruised face. She was nothing but a piece of bleeding bait, a prop meant to lure his missing lover out of hiding. She was tortured and humiliated for a crime she had absolutely nothing to do with. The sheer injustice of paying the price for another woman's disappearance tore her soul apart.
When he cornered her in the bathroom, the last thread of Colette's sanity snapped. She hurled a bucket of filthy water right into his face, broke out of his grip, and threw herself out a window into a freezing storm. This time, she chose to escape, even if it meant death.
7.2
Five years ago, I, Claire Parker, ran away for love with Daniel Carter, the broke boy everyone looked down on. But on the very day we were supposed to leave together, he abandoned me.
Overnight, I became the laughingstock of the entire city and was forced into a marriage alliance with a terminally ill man, Ryan Cooper.
Five years later, my husband died, the marriage arrangement fell apart, and the Cooper family threw me out without a shred of mercy.
Meanwhile, Daniel, the man everyone once sneered at, returned home in glory and became the hottest rising name in the business world.
And somehow, he ended up becoming my boss.
I wanted nothing to do with him, yet he kept closing in on me, cornering me with sarcasm sharp enough to draw blood.
Then one day, Daniel caught me on a date with another man.
His eyes reddened instantly as he pinned me against the wall. "Claire... are you abandoning me again?"
9.0
To save her dying mother, Adaline walked into the Waldorf Astoria to deliver a shirt to her fiancé.
She didn't know her stepsister, June, had swapped her keycard. Adaline stumbled into a pitch-black suite and was brutally assaulted by a stranger in the dark.
The nightmare didn't end there. June paid off the only bone marrow donor for Adaline's mother to flee the city, and stole Adaline's fiancé. Bankrupt and desperate, Adaline was forced to sell herself into a loveless marriage with the ruthless billionaire Ferris Finch just to secure a medical team.
But when Ferris saw the dark, violent bruises covering her body, his eyes filled with absolute disgust.
"You make me sick. Pack up your cheap tricks."
He mocked her, calling her a filthy woman who couldn't even wash her lover's marks off before crawling into his house.
Adaline swallowed her pride and endured his cruel humiliation. When June publicly taunted her about the hotel assault, Adaline finally snapped, ending up handcuffed in a freezing police cell.
She thought she was completely out of moves, waiting to rot in prison while her new husband despised her.
But back at the estate, Ferris had just pulled the hotel's security footage.
Staring at the screen, the arrogant billionaire's face turned completely ashen.
He finally realized that the innocent woman he had destroyed in the dark that night, and the wife he was currently torturing, were the exact same person.
9.1
I was supposed to be celebrating my twenty-first birthday and my engagement to the man I loved.
Instead, I was bleeding out in a crushed car, listening to my fiancé Greggory and my stepsister Alta laughing over the car's Bluetooth.
They had cut my brakes.
As the steering wheel crushed my shattered ribs, they cheerfully clinked their champagne glasses, celebrating their hostile takeover of my family's media empire.
I tried to scream for help, but my lungs wouldn't work.
Then, Alta's sweet voice delivered the final, fatal blow over the speaker.
"Your mother? I took care of her too."
I died in the freezing rain, my heart frozen with absolute hatred as I realized every touch and whispered promise was just a calculated step toward my murder.
I gave them everything, treating them like my closest family.
Why did they have to kill my innocent mother? Why did I blindly trust two vipers who only wanted to drain my blood?
Opening my eyes again, the smell of gasoline was gone.
I was back in my bedroom, safe and unharmed, on the exact day of my twenty-first birthday party.
The day the tragedy began.
Downstairs, my murderers were waiting to spring their trap, expecting me to blindly accept Greggory's proposal.
But this time, I put on a blood-red dress, grabbed the photo of their secret affair, and walked down the stairs to choose a new fiancé—the most ruthless billionaire in the room.
7.6
For three years, I played the perfect, docile wife to Brendon Jimenez, desperate for the real family I never had as an orphan.
But during a high-society gala, I peeked through a cracked door and caught him sleeping with my best friend.
When I packed my cheap canvas bag to leave the penthouse, my mother-in-law blocked the door.
She dumped my clothes on the marble floor, called me a stray dog, and slapped me so hard my mouth bled.
Brendon just stood there, watching his mother humiliate me.
To keep me trapped as his perfect public prop, he even faked his mother's heart attack in a VIP hospital suite.
"Get on your knees. Kneel down right now and beg my mother for forgiveness until she decides to accept it."
I gave them my youth and unconditional loyalty, only to realize this prestigious old-money family was nothing but a rotting corpse built on dirty secrets.
I didn't cry, and I certainly didn't drop to my knees.
Instead, I pulled out my phone right in front of him and called my lawyer.
"File for an at-fault divorce. I have proof of his infidelity with Kaelynn Hudson. I want him ruined."
Then, I touched the matte black card hidden deep in my clutch.
It belonged to Kile Barrett, the ruthless billionaire shark my husband feared most, and I was going to use him to tear the Jimenez family apart.