The CEO'S Surrogate Stripper

Valentina Avery, the infamous Stripper Of Darknight Bar had nothing to lose in her life. Except for her part-time job and daytime studies, the world no longer mattered to her after losing her family and dignity in one night. Mystery falls into her life when she meets the mysterious, famous Ceo, Lorenzo King. Between the lines and barriers of their mysterious contract, Lorenzo became an unrestrained part of her life but a love of strippers and famous Ceo were never welcomed by society.

Chapters

Chapter 1

|| Lorenzo's POV ||

" Mr. King!! Please wait a second!"

The reporters screamed, stumbling, pleading to step forward but they failed halfway miserably. My guards surrounded me closely as they guided me in, opening a path for me. The most awaited night was finally here.

" The annual party of King Enterprise!"

Not only the reporters, but the entire Humbsblock city waited for this grand event to be telecast on television. The King Enterprise has been ruling over the business world for the past three decades. My father, Arnaldo King had built his empire single-handedly and made sure to leave a remarkable footprint in the world of business. Naturally, we were called the number one family in this state. Although the focus should have fallen on Arnaldo King only here, I had all the flashlights and sole attention from the media. Because Lorenzo King had his empire.

After eighteen, I didn't rely on my father's business. Within three years, I had my own business though it wasn't as big as King Enterprise. Still, it had managed to place third among the leading companies of Humbsblock. I was hopeful that in the next few years, I would be able to turn my own company as big as King Enterprise.

Harlo guided me inside, stopping under the dazzling chandelier that we had for the party that night. I spotted Luka in the distance who waved back at me, smiling. He left the crowd behind, marching on my way, and pulled me into a bear hug,

" Goodness, Nana was so worried. She thought that you wouldn't come. I have been pampering her for hours."

He grumbled lowly and I chuckled lightly at his response. Nana could be dramatic sometimes. She still refused to believe that she was 90 not 23 anymore. Well, I couldn't argue that much. She still had her beauty and young mind, flourishing every single day perfectly.

I muttered sarcastically, gesturing at a staff member to serve us drinks,

" How can I miss the show, Luka?"

We toasted our drinks together as Luka's eyes followed something in the distance. He spoke while whispering, leaning onto me slowly,

" Do you think that he will announce it tonight?"

I replied, shrugging off as the warm liquor flowed in my throat,

" No idea! Everyone is expecting to hear tonight like always but it never happened."

Luka pulled his brows together in concern, gulping his liquid down in shot,

" I guess, he will say something this year as Leonardo is a married man already. The legacy rules should follow."

The name 'Leonardo' made my jaw clenching hard. One single name was enough to remind me how much I wanted this enterprise. My pain, anger, frustration everything was pulled and pried open in a single shot. My teeth sank deeper into my lips and I swallowed hard, looking away furiously.

" Yep, my brother should be a married man too.", a sudden voice traveled from behind. We both snapped our heads together behind to see Leonardo smirking at us.

There he was! The mysterious devil of our conversation!

That face reminded me of my lost childhood. He looked exactly like a carbon copy of his mother, the woman who destroyed our lives. His smile stretched more once his gaze tracked my hardened jaw, enjoying the wrath building inside me. Leonardo walked down to us, speaking again wearing his big fake smile,

" Welcome to the annual party, brother. I thought you wouldn't come. What changed your mind though?"

He sipped from his wine after blurting those words to me. His eyes glistened with a twinkling feeling as if he was ready to face the battle with me. I scoffed through my clenched teeth,

" Didn't I tell you to stop calling me ' brother'?"

I didn't fucking like that. His mischievous smile stretched further playfully, stepping forward to challenge my patience,

" Why? Aren't we from the same blood or do you think that your mother had fucked someone else to have you?"

That was the end of all my restraints. I approached forward in a rush, ready to blow his brain out but Luka grasped me from back hastily. I growled, struggling to break free from Luka's grip,

" Let me go, Luka. I will kill this bastard and end this game."

Luka hushed me down quietly, eyeing around worryingly,

" Hush, calm down, buddy. Why don't you understand that this is what he wants? Angering you! Manipulating you with his words so that you lose your temper. You have to understand that. This isn't the right place to fight. If your father sees this, you will be the first to cut it off from his choice list."

I slowed down after Luka's wise reminder. That's why, I loved this friend of mine. He had always been very mature and wise when it came to making any decision. He had always been there to support me. After putting his thoughts inside my mind, I sobered down subconsciously. Indeed, Luka had uttered the undeniable truth. That's what Leonardo wanted. Losing my mind so that I could become a sick bastard in front of this thousand people.

Looking back, I saw Leonardo staring hard at me with blazing hatred in his eyes. He didn't stay longer, turned around, and disappeared into the crowd.

Oops! His plan failed!

***

" Lorenzo!", my nana's voice pulled me back to reality as I was lost thinking about all the possibilities, reigning through my mind. I spotted the 90-year-old young lady in her dark red lipstick. Relief flooded across her eyes after she saw me with her own eyes.

I strode over to her, caging her with my bare arms, and planted a sweet kiss on her cheeks. She beamed into a happy smile and muttered with a relief sigh,

" At least, you used some brains this time. Let's go forward. Your father is going to make the announcement."

Nana pushed me forward through the crowd. Others also came near the stage as Mr.King was going to give his speech. My eyes traveled into the crowd, spotting Leonardo with his newly wedded wife. They both looked like a perfect match. One was beauty without a brain and another one, ugly with a criminal mind. They married six months ago in a backyard wedding. Leonardo's wife was the only daughter of his father hence the family business fell under Leonardo's observation. I knew his mother planned for that woman since his son could not build his own business. It was expected from them and now, they were targeting the King's empire. I wasn't going to let this happen at any cost. It was my right, my legacy.

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The velvet curtains backstage at the Vanderbilt Theater smelled like money—old money, the kind that clung to Manhattan's bones and refused to let go. I ran my fingers along the edge of my leather planner, checking off the final items on tonight's checklist. Every detail had to be perfect. This IPO celebration wasn't just another corporate event; it was the culmination of three years of eighty-hour weeks, strategic pivots I'd architected in the dead of night, and financial models I'd built from scratch while Jude slept soundly beside me, blissfully unaware of the empire I was constructing beneath his name. The partnership announcement with Burke Holdings alone represented eighteen months of delicate negotiations. I'd personally courted their executive team, demonstrating projections that made their CFO actually whistle through his teeth. The signed term sheet sat in a burgundy portfolio on the production table, my neat signature beside the embossed Burke Holdings seal. Two thousand investors were streaming in, their collective net worth probably exceeding several small nations' GDPs. I glanced at my watch—a vintage Cartier my mother had given me when I made VP at twenty-eight, back when I still worked under my own name. Fifteen minutes until showtime.

Billionaire Modern Romance

9.2

Betrayal Shatters Engagement

9.2

The honeymoon brochures lay scattered across Theodore's mahogany desk like broken promises. Santorini sunsets, Parisian cafés, romantic gondola rides through Venice—all the dreams we'd planned for our wedding trip in four weeks. I picked up the Tuscany villa booking confirmation, my fingers trembling as I tried to organize the documents Theodore had asked me to sort through. That's when I saw it. Tucked beneath the travel insurance papers, a cream-colored document with the official seal of New York State. Marriage Certificate. My heart stopped as I read the names printed in elegant script: Theodore Alexander King and Paloma Isabella Hawkins. Date of marriage: fourteen days ago. The paper slipped from my numb fingers, floating to the Persian rug like a death sentence. Fourteen days ago, I had been planning our rehearsal dinner menu.

Billionaire Modern Romance

9.0

Burning His Empire For My Sister

9.0

My sister died because my husband' s mistress needed the helicopter for her dog. I called him, begging him to send his medevac chopper. He promised it would be there in thirty minutes. It never came. As my sister' s heart monitor flatlined, I saw the reason on Instagram. His mistress, Brooklyn, was posing with the helicopter, thanking my husband, Jax, for saving her Pomeranian who ate some chocolate. When I confronted him, he chose her. He pushed me, and after the car crash that followed, he rescued her from the wreckage while leaving me bleeding in the back. At the hospital, he played the hero for the news, but the final blow came from my lawyer. Our five-year marriage was a fraud; the license was fake. So I disappeared. Now, two years later, I' m back. He built an empire on my back, and I' m here to burn it all to the ground.

Billionaire Modern Romance

8.2

His Perfect Prescription, My Royal Betrayal

8.2

For three years, I was his "little bird," an amnesiac he rescued and cherished. He was Dawson Nash, a handsome tech billionaire, my savior, my anchor, my entire world. Then I overheard him talking to his therapist. "10,000 encounters, Dawson. You chose well. She's clean, naive, and pliable. A perfect prescription." I was just a tool, a "cure" to keep him pure for his true obsession: Arleen, his mother's best friend. Every gentle touch, every patient lesson, every whispered "I love you"-all a calculated lie. He called me disposable, a placeholder until he could have his goddess. He humiliated me, abandoned me in a storm, and left me for dead after a car accident. When I saved Arleen from drowning, he accused me of trying to kill her and had me locked in a chapel to "reflect." But as the super blue blood moon rose, I saw my chance. Not for revenge, but for escape. I threw myself into the ancient well on his family's estate, not to die, but to go home. Because I wasn't just a naive girl with amnesia. I was a princess from a lost kingdom, and the well was my gateway back.

Billionaire Modern Mystery

8.7

Married by mistake to the billionaire

8.7

He was the billionaire betrayed on his wedding day. Two broken vows. One ruthless deal. When Adrian Voss offers Talia Monroe a six-month marriage contract, it's supposed to fix their reputations not destroy their hearts. He's cold, calculated, and terrifyingly in control. She's impulsive, fiery, and impossible to tame. He says, "You'll marry me. You'll play the role. You'll obey." She shoots back, "You don't scare me." He leans closer, eyes like ice. "Good. Fear is useless. But obedience... that might save you." She signed for revenge. He planned for convenience. Neither expected obsession. In a marriage built on power, the real danger is falling in love.

Billionaire Modern Romance

8.0

My Husband’s Mistress Destroyed My Life, So I Took Hers

8.0

The crystal chandelier above our penthouse living room cast fractured light across Trevor's face as he collapsed at my feet. His Armani suit—the charcoal one I'd always loved on him, back when love meant something other than a weapon—wrinkled as he pressed his forehead against my lap. The cashmere of my dress grew damp with his tears. "Please, Iris. Please." His voice cracked like expensive porcelain hitting marble. "I can't do this anymore. Five years. Five goddamn years of you looking through me like I'm a ghost." I kept my hands folded in my lap, fingers laced with the same precision I'd once used for port de bras. My wedding ring caught the light—fourteen carats of irony. "I know I don't deserve it," he continued, his shoulders shaking.

Billionaire Modern Romance

The CEO'S Surrogate Stripper

Chapter 1

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