The billionaire's messy affair
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Ainsley Jones and Jessica Gilbert were good friends until they met and fell in love with a certain sexy playboy.
Jessica Gilbert is a naïve woman and a social recluse. She hardly follows the tabloids or pays attention to news about celebrities. Her naiveté is seen in her ignorance of the feelings her boss had been nursing for her over the years. Her social lapses also explain why she met and slept with Damian Gregory, a public playboy. Sleeping with a total stranger was something on most ladies secret to-do list, but not when the stranger is Damian, the billionaire playboy.
In contrast to her friend, Ainsley Jones is a socialite, a celebrity, and a bad bitch. She was always seen with the most eligible bachelor in town, only to dump them for another better catch. As the CEO of SMUGSHOT -a musical company, she is bossy and talented, rich and experienced enough to make good business calls. This is why she picks up talents from the street as her father had done. One of these talents is Peter, a blind boy who sings wonderfully. At her 30th birthday party, Damian walks into her lair.
She knew the moment Damian walked into her party that night exactly who he was and just what he was capable of. But it was her day, and a girl's gotta have some fun. So, just this once, she broke her own rule and slept with the playboy. And now, it appears her best friend was crushing over him, and she also wanted the bad boy. She would do anything to make sure her sweet, naïve friend knows just who Damian is and why he was the very last person she should date. Only she knew; she was falling for the man in the process herself.
These two ladies were good friends until Damian walked into their lives. The result was an exhausting battle of shades between them and a fight for a man whose end game is fun. As the two friends engage in a destructive relationship, they will come to discover some hidden truths about their friendship. Will they be able to solve their love triangle issue and continue their friendship, or will the playboy be the end of them?
Damian Gregory just wanted a fun time. He had no interest in being a drag in the mud by two friends, closer than sisters. But once a bad boy, always a bad boy. He realises too late that he was in the middle of a deep friendship he never meant to destroy. But when he decided to walk away, he finds out he's in love with one of them. How was he to make a pick and not destroy them all? On the one hand, is sweet Jessica. On the other is bad girl Ainsley. What is a billionaire man to do?
The billionaire's messy affair Chapter 1
Ainsley Jones stared in shock at the man who stood clad naked right in front of her. "What's this?" she asked, losing her resolve. She let her eyes roamed his wet, well-framed body. He was dripping so wet. He's so perfect, too perfect. She turned away from him, telling herself there was nothing special about his body. She had seen better, had tasted better. But why the hell was this so much of a torture. 'We can't do this', she muttered to herself even as she knew it was a lost battle. She could see herself wanting him more and more. And he didn't make any move to come to her. He was bent on having her humiliate herself. Her body, giving her away so easily it was embarrassing.
"Tell me you don't want me." Damian said, "And I'll walk away, forever."
It was that simple, Ainsley thought. It could be that simple. All she had to do was say it. Where was her strong voice now when she needed it most? Turning to him, she watched him squirt his eyes tightly, trying to gauge what her decision would be. Before she totally lost it, she ran the short distance between them and stretched to grab his head and close his slightly opened mouth with kisses. He groaned and let her have at him. She continued to kiss him passionately, her hands moving all over his body. Finally, he grabbed her and covered the short distance between them and the bed. But she wriggled away.
Damian Greggory looked at the sexy woman walking away from him. He had had enough of this petty game of hers. Why couldn't she just accept they had chemistry? Their bodies wanted each other. But it was far beyond just their bodies. He was falling over heels for her. And he couldn't wait anymore. He wouldn't let her keep denying what they had wasn't just some romping in bed. This was something deeper, something stronger. Something her wasn't ready to put a name to just yet.
If he could just get her to admit she wanted him just as much as he wanted her, it was a start. There was only one way to make her lose it. So, he stepped out of the bathroom, dripping wet and entered the room. When she turned, about to say something nasty, he dropped the towel and watched as her eyes glazed over his naked body. The lust in them made him smile in triumph.
"I want you"he said "And so do you". He brushes off the water running down his face from his hair. The movement seemed to affect her so much. When she turned away from him, he wanted to cover the distance between them in one stride. But he waited. He had to. She was still in the room. That should count for something. If she walked away now, he would go after her. He had lost interest in every other woman. He wanted just her, wanted to be with her, loving her sumptuous body that he couldn't just get enough of. "Tell me you don't want me." he said, "And I'll walk away, forever". It was all a lie. He'd never walk away. Not unless she wanted him to, and he knew he'd have a hard time staying away. She said nothing for a while. And just when he was tired of it all and about going to her, she turned and literally ran to him. When she kissed him, his hardened length stretched happily. He counted to ten, hoping she won't walk away. He had to let her have this moment. But damn it! He grabbed her, all wet and all, and hit the bed with her beneath him.
She turned when he dropped her on the bed and twisted until she was straddling him, then continued kissing him. It was so hot. Her kisses were making it so hard to keep his cool. She pulled away and smiled at him. He was scared of what she might say, so he turned her quickly and stood over her. In one swift move, he had her robe parted. With the sight of her body, he took his time savouring this moment as his eyes roamed over here. She pulled him to herself, and he groaned as his body covered hers. "I want you too." she said.
And he lost it.
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Chapter 8 Ch. 8
Chapter 9 Ch. 9
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7.6
I moaned out his name. "Damien, you are not trying hard to get me, yet .."
He smirked and whispered to my ears. "I like being hard, Not "trying" hard."
When Lila Sinclair's mother is sentenced to life in prison, her world collapses overnight. With nowhere else to go, she is taken in by Sebastian Blackwood, her mother's former lover. A powerful, reserved man who agrees to shelter her under strict conditions.
Lila is placed in his household... and into a life she never asked for, sharing a roof with two stepbrothers who change everything.
Damien is danger wrapped in charm...intense, controlling, and impossible to ignore. Ethan, on the other hand, is steady, kind, and grounding...the only place she feels safe when everything else feels like it's slipping away.
But Lila's situation comes with a hidden clause: her stay in the country is temporary. Within 365 days, her legal protection expires. To remain, she must marry one of the Blackwood heirs.
One house. Two brothers. Twelve months of blurred lines, buried secrets, and emotions she was never meant to feel.
As desire clashes with safety and passion wars with peace, Lila is forced into a choice that could secure her future...or destroy it completely.
9.2
Rebirth with a Twist.
Fawn Jones doesn't get a chance to resolve the issues with her marriage. No, she gets murdered in her own bathtub. Drowned by the husband she hated after he had moved his mistress into their bed, Fawn's last lucid thought is a promise before death. "I will not stay weak. I will make you pay. If not in this life, then the next." Then she wakes up. Different room. Different body. Different life. Cassandra Huntington – rich, infamous, beautiful in a way Fawn never had been. Cassie had been in a coma for six months after a car crash. Her billionaire husband, Blake, had just signed the paperwork to turn off her life support when she suddenly started breathing on her own. Now everyone thinks Fawn is Cassandra. The media calls it a miracle. Blake calls it complicated. The woman wearing his wife's face is softer, sharper, funnier... and so tempting he hates himself for wanting her. Fawn calls it an opportunity for revenge. Her killers are still out there. Her old body is in the ground under a lie. And the only weapons she has now are Cassandra's money, Cassandra's reputation... and Cassandra's husband. So, she plays the role. Learns to walk in six-inch heels. Smiles for the cameras. Seduces a man who once couldn't stand his wife and now can't seem to stay away from her. While she quietly buys into the company that ruined her old life. While she gets close enough to the man who killed her to watch him crack. They drowned the wrong woman. Now she's awake. And she's not done.
8.3
Betrayed at the altar. Replaced by her own sister.
On what should have been the happiest day of her life, Amara loses everything-her fiancé, her dignity, and her future.
But that same night, a dangerous man steps out of the shadows with an offer she can't refuse.
Marriage. Power. Revenge.
Now bound to a ruthless CEO, Amara is ready to destroy everyone who betrayed her.
There's just one problem...
Her new husband knows more about her past than he should.
And the closer she gets to revenge-
the more she realizes she may have married the man who ruined her in the first place.
8.4
I worked three double shifts at the garage just to buy a velvet-boxed cake for my wealthy girlfriend, Arleen.
But when I pushed open the VIP room door, I saw her lover kissing her bare leg.
She didn't push him away. Instead, she laughed and swirled her martini.
"I only forgot Finn because I knew he would stay. He is a poor boy from Queens who follows me around like a loyal dog."
Later that night, her lover intentionally crashed a Porsche to scare me, sending a piece of jagged metal into my skull.
Lying in a growing pool of my own blood, I watched Arleen crawl out of the wreckage.
She didn't even look at me. She threw herself at her uninjured lover, screaming for a medic.
"He just got scraped by a piece of plastic. He is faking it. Deal with Jaquez first!"
When I woke up, I wasn't free. Arleen had locked me in a private hospital wing with 24-hour security, planning to isolate me and keep me as her broken, captive toy forever.
My blind, pathetic devotion finally froze into absolute disgust.
I looked at the heart monitor next to my bed and grabbed an IV needle.
I severed the sensor wire to trigger a flatline, slipped out the fire stairs while the nurses panicked, and burned my identity to ashes.
This time, I was going to disappear to London, build my own empire, and watch hers burn.
9.1
I stood alone at the marble altar, the silence of the temple pressing against my eardrums.
It was my Mating Ceremony, but the groom was missing.
My phone buzzed with a notification: a livestream of my mate, Alpha Cain, skipping our union to welcome my sister, Eris, home.
In the video, he held her like she was fragile glass, captioning it: "True power recognizes true power."
When I returned to the Pack House, humiliated, I wasn't met with an apology.
I was met with a slap from my mother.
Eris, feigning a powerful "Alpha Aura," claimed my mere scent was poisoning her.
To "save" her, my family locked me in my room.
But the true betrayal came when I overheard their hushed whispers through the door.
"Use Vera," my mother said, her voice chillingly practical.
"She recovers fast. We can drain her blood weekly for Eris. She can stay as a servant to raise Cain and Eris's pups."
My blood ran cold.
They didn't just neglect me; they planned to harvest me like livestock.
They thought I was the weak Omega they exiled to the North years ago to peel potatoes.
They had no idea that in the North, I wasn't a servant.
I was Commander V, a warrior forged in ice and blood.
I reached under my bed and pulled out my black tactical duffel.
"Screw the meatloaf," I whispered.
I wasn't just leaving. I was going to war.
8.3
When Eli is forced to enroll at Blackwood Academy, he thinks it is just another remote boarding school. But on his first night, he realizes the terrifying truth.
This school is a prison.
Trapped in endless, deadly time loops, students are forced to complete cruel, supernatural trials. Ghosts, cursed hallways, hidden rules, and unspeakable creatures hunt them after dark. The only way to stay alive is to solve mysteries, earn credits, and obey the academy's twisted commands.
No one remembers how they arrived.
No one has ever graduated.
No one leaves alive.
Eli must team up with other desperate students to uncover the academy's century-old secret. If they fail, they will be trapped in the nightmare forever.
At Blackwood Academy, survival is the only exam.
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