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.

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The host's excited voice pulled my attention back on stage,

" Ladies and Gentlemen, Please welcome Mr.Arnaldo King."

The crowd clapped thunderously, welcoming the man who had never paid his attention to me. He wore a grey suit today. Even in his early sixties, he walked with that dominating aura. His presence brought a stiff aura in the party as he climbed on the stage, facing the crowd. His second wife followed him closely, setting a plastic smile on her face. I knew her real face for a long time but she was too good at hiding. I remembered the day when I ran to my father to tell him that I saw her, giving money to strangers. He didn't believe me a bit instead I was slapped hard in front of servants. From that day, I believed that I was no longer important in his life.

Nana held onto my arms tightly. I could feel her tense muscles. I knew that she was worried about me. Even though, Leonardo was also her grandson logically, she never accepted that family. My mother was like a daughter to her. Her demise left a great impact on her mentally. She wanted me to have all the rights that I deserved. I hated to become the reason behind her stress and did everything to make her happy. Nana was already too old and didn't deserve this mental pressure in her poor health.

My father held the mike in his hands, staring and smiling at the crowd to maintain his perfect man face. His voice bounced against the top walls, pitchy and clear as he spoke through the speaker,

" Thank you, thank you for coming everyone. It has been a glorious year for me to see the pinnacle success of our company. I know, you all are anticipating the next successor in my position and I have something to declare about that today. But let me begin with that I am proud of my both sons. I believe that they can work together to make King a better Enterprise. But I have a lifetime plan for this business. So I have a wish to confess that my position will be shifted to my son who bears the first junior successor of this family so that I can die in peace. Now, the answer is only depending on the future as one of them is still unmarried. No more questions today. Please enjoy!"

|| Lorenzo's POV ||

" He did on purpose, Nana! He knew that I wouldn't be fucking married ever let alone child!", I slammed the glass down, breaking into pieces. The announcement shocked all of us to death. I could guess that it was that witch's plan. She knew that her son wouldn't be chosen by father ever. Hence, she played this cheap trick to snatch the empire from me. Leonardo was already with wife and they could try for the baby anytime. But I had none not along with a girlfriend and marriage, love was out of my subject.

Luka and Nana exchanged meaningful glances as they had nothing to console me. They were equally shocked like me. A successor? A grandson? Does this man want to rule for eternity?

Luka came behind me, placing his hand on my shoulder,

" Calm down, Lo. We will find a way."

Nana finally spoke, marching through space,

" I should have guessed it from the beginning. That bitch has played this trick. She knows that you don't want to get married. How did I give birth to this moron son? He can't even notice her acts. Pity!"

I blurted, my chest falling up to down in rage,

" I am not going to tolerate this man. I am going to fucking tell this man that how his wife actually."

Nana stopped, blocking my path with a sullen expression,

" That won't work, Lo. You tried it already. You will be misjudged again."

Luka agreed to come onto my side,

" Nana is right, Lo. I think, it's better that you get married fast."

" No way!", I shouted instantly, dragging my feet to the other side of the window. I had lost my faith from love. Love is now a toxic thing for me. There is no such thing called love except wanting and personal needs to me.

The room fell silent and Nana finally suggested, walking behind to put her hand on my back,

" Lo, why don't we try calling Nina once?"

" Never, Nana!", I shouted back, jerking away from my hand. In a splash of moment, my memory drifted back to the bitter memories that I buried long inside my mind. Turning around, I continued speaking, laughing out loud bitterly,

" Do you think that she will return because I need someone to marry now? No, Nana! She left me for her precious career. How can you even think that she will bear a child for me?"

Nana looked away, hiding her tears. Only she understood the pain inside me. After building my own happiness, it was hard to move on with my life.

The room went silent again and all I could hear was my heavy breaths. Memories were hitting me hard and I, no longer wanted to have this conversation. My eyes found Luka who was staring at me pitying. I mumbled, heading for the doorway,

" Let's get some fresh air tonight, Luka."

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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.

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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

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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

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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.

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