The Deal with the Billionaire Devil
"This is not a game." As I wrapped my arm around her waist, I slipped my hand under her dress.
"What are you doing?" She froze, eyes like a deer caught in the headlights.
Kissing the back of her ear, I whispered, "Do you want me to take it out now?" I rubbed my finger against her pussy. As expected, she was soaking. A blaze of lust and need swept through me. My cock was hard, pressed against her ass. "You're drenched, my love. I know you enjoy it. Stop fighting it. Give in. Submit to your desire."
***
TARA
A family practice forces me to run away from home, leaving me disgraced and my family in shame.
Just when I start making new friends, someone threatens to expose who I am and the person behind my nom de plume. The condition- a contract marriage, the very same reason I fled from.
So, what's so different this time? Mad Shanewood- the achingly handsome, with waving red flags, an irrefutable passion, or a magnetic attraction?
With my secrets still haunting me, now the whole world is watching, and our delicately fragile public image is at stake.
After a glimpse beneath his shallow exterior, there is a damaged soul who makes me feel as if I'm everything to him.
And how is it that the one thing I never wanted has me fighting so hard to keep?
***
MAD
I always get the deal done until my recklessness has thrown the company into a tailspin, derailing my path to a billion-dollar project.
With my image under brutal public scrutiny, marriage is my last straw.
Tara Montimer not only intrigues me. She's selfless, kind-hearted, and sexy as hell. And something deep in her eyes makes me question if I'm worthy to be her husband.
For me, it seems that it's not just fixing my reputation anymore- the entrancing deposed princess didn't only steal my breath away. She penetrates the protective wall around my heart that I built for years.
Our goals may be aligned. But then there's a disapproving father who is a King, a law, and constant threats that prevent us from getting married.
Will this razor-thin edge arrangement be enough to fix what's been broken, or is something between us worth fighting for?
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Chapter 6
MAD
"Kolby," Linden called him.
The couple came, smiling.
"Aren't you everywhere?" Spade chuckled. I knew what he meant. "You were at the masquerade ball and later on, at Sawyer Porter's party. And the next morning, your face was all over the internet."
"I wish people knew about the ball rather than the birthday party." I stood up and shook his hand. "How's Lex?"
"Lex is great. We should catch up this weekend. I'll allow you to win." He smirked. Lex always won the golf.
"I'll look into my schedule."
"He's famous," Robyn said, hugging me. "You should try his omelet."
"Yeah. It's the best." Spade looked at Linden. "Make him an omelet and convince him to join the club."
"I'm planning to, without my omelet." He smiled and kissed Robyn on the cheek. "How are you, Robyn?"
"I'm good, thanks." She took her husband's hand. "Let's go, babe. I think they have important matters to talk about."
"See you soon, both of you. Tell your parents I said hi."
Smiling, I nodded at him.
Once the couple left, Linden asked, "So, what's the emergency?"
I sat down to pull the paper from my jacket pocket and give it to him. He hesitated at first before opening it. Without a word, he beamed at me as if he had just hit the jackpot.
"What?" I continued eating. I've met him a couple of times at events and parties. My father, he, and even Moses Braddson knew each other. Since my cousin, London Vanderford, married a Braddson, the circle of friends had expanded.
"How's Clem?" he asked.
"He's fine. Are you gonna tell me why you're smiling?"
"Two months ago, someone approached me to find someone. It's not a coincidence that we're here, giving me a profile of the same woman. Who's she to you?"
"So you know her?" I studied him.
"Personally, no, but I know someone who knows her family." His food arrived, and he started digging in. "And boy, you don't wanna mess with these two families."
"Let's say I'm in the dark with all of this, Linden. Care to spill the tea?"
He paused and looked at me without judgment, but he seemed to have known something more than he let on. "A cup of tea to spill isn't enough."
"Huh." I put my silverware down and sighed. "I'm sure you are aware of my issue."
He smiled knowingly. "You're famous, but your cousin believes you're a good person."
"Come on. What's with the smile? It's creeping me out."
"You're not the first man who approached me with this kind of issue. In fact, I already lost count," he continued to talk in cryptic terms, which hurt my head. "And we've formed a club."
"What?" I stared at him before he barked out laughing. "What club?"
"You'll find out soon enough." He quickly switched the topic. "What do you wanna know?"
"Everything."
"Will she be in good hands? I'm sorry, Shanewood, that I have to ask this. I'm giving you the benefit of the doubt because I know your father and London. I can't vouch for Linus. That old man is still a dick, and I also know you're a good man who wants to have fun before settling down."
"Whoa. I'm paying for your company's service. I just want an extensive background check on Tara Montimer."
"Alessia Hearst came to me two months ago. I know her family," Linden said. Why was this Alessia Hearst so popular?
"What do you know about Alessia Hearst?"
"A lot. She's the half-sister of the current king of Capria. The King of Capria's daughter married my best friend, Rome Langston." I'd heard about Rome Langston.
"What? You're kidding." I stared at him in shock. "The country in Europe? Then what's her connection with Tara Montimer?"
"Good question."
***
"You're trending again." Sawyer's voice echoed in my home office. "I'm sorry, Mad. I shouldn't have invited you."
"You're my best friend. Whether I received an invite or not, it's your birthday, bro. I would still be there. I just have to compromise a little. This issue will die down."
"How's your father holding up?"
"Not good. In fact, he and the board have decided that I should step down or settle down."
"That's harsh. So, are you stepping down or settling down?" He scoffed.
"I don't know. I haven't decided yet."
"Man, that's what got you in trouble in the first place, because you're not ready to settle down. I mean, I know there are millions of women out there who want to have a piece of you and your stake in the company. But the question is, do you have someone in mind?"
At this point, I couldn't tell him knowing that Tara was about to decide, so I said, "No. Since it's my father's idea, then it's his problem to find someone suitable for me."
"You're kidding. First, you're grounded. Now, a contract marriage? That's even worse. What's next? An heir?" He sounded even amused.
"I know, but I worked hard for this position. One or two mistakes can't take the seat away from me. I'll fight for it with everything I have. Let's not even talk about birthright. I'm still a majority shareholder." I blew a breath. "But I'm failing to put things together. Every time I did something good, something blew up that ruined everything I put my effort into. So I agreed, if in the end it will justify the means."
"Hey. Don't be too hard on yourself. Man, you're brilliant. Maybe you should just stay away from the public attention for a while." And then he joked, "And maybe, it's my time to shine, not always behind Mad Shanewood's shadow, right?"
"Hey. What are you talking about?"
"Nothing, bro. I just want to lift you up."
"Thanks, Sawyer. You already have."
"Have you thought about the investment I talked to you about?" He mentioned about me investing in a start-up company while he was drunk on his birthday, I thought he would not remember it the next day.
"I'll check it out."
"Well, if you need anything, I'm just a call away. I'll come and throw a stone at your window."
"You're crazy." I laughed as I hung up the call.
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9.1
With only fifteen days of cash flow left to save her tech startup, Aida had no choice but to seek a five-million-dollar bridge loan from Brendan Walls, a ruthless billionaire predator.
He agreed to sign the check, but on one sickening condition. He demanded Aida act as bait to get close to his corporate rival, Grayson Lott, treating her like a high-end call girl for a business transaction.
Forced to comply to save her employees, Aida let Grayson take her to a windowless underground club, where he secretly spiked her whiskey.
As the drugs paralyzed her body, triggering horrific flashbacks of a brutal assault from six years ago, Aida locked herself in the bathroom. She had to shatter a mirror and slice her own thigh open with a jagged shard of glass just to stay conscious enough to call Brendan for help.
Brendan's armored SUV immediately smashed through the club's wall to save her, and Grayson was arrested. But lying in the hospital, the horrifying truth finally clicked in Aida's mind.
The rescue was too fast. Brendan’s men hadn't rushed from Midtown; they had been parked outside the entire time. He had watched Grayson drug her and waited for the felony to happen just so he could legally seize Grayson's company. He had gambled her life and trauma for a hostile takeover.
When Brendan casually tossed a signed contract and luxury car keys onto her hospital bed as hush money, the last thread of Aida's sanity snapped.
"The deal is dead. NovaTech is mine. If you ever come near me again, I will kill you."
Bleeding and shaking with icy rage, Aida threw the keys at his chest, formally declaring war on the monster who thought he could buy her soul.
8.9
My father was marrying a gold-digger, the mother of my cheating ex-boyfriend.
To end the charade, I crashed their luxury wedding with a ten-foot funeral wreath.
In front of hundreds of elites, my father slapped me across the face, calling me a vicious bitch while his new wife smiled in victory.
I triggered the estate's fire system to ruin them, but a terrifying stranger in the VIP section bypassed my military-grade hack in seconds.
He was Kavon Velasquez, a dangerous billionaire heir who had been missing for twelve years.
Instead of exposing me, he shielded me from my father's second blow.
When my pathetic ex tried to drag me away, I grabbed Kavon and kissed him to humiliate my ex.
I shoved a $500,000 check into Kavon's pocket as hush money and left.
I thought that was the end of it.
But why did this apex predator move into the penthouse right next to mine at 2 AM?
Why did he violently crush my ex's face the next morning just for grabbing my arm?
"She is my woman. If you ever come within ten feet of her again, I will bury you."
I didn't understand why a man with lethal skills was suddenly hunting me.
Then I found out he had just blackmailed my father with undeniable proof of corporate money laundering.
His demand wasn't money. It was me.
He ordered my father to announce our engagement by tomorrow sunset, and this dangerous game officially began.
8.4
Everly spent four years playing the perfect, accommodating wife to Carson Moss, swallowing every grievance just to secure medical treatments for their sick daughter.
But at a high-society banquet she exhausted herself organizing, Carson's pregnant mistress crashed the party.
The woman shoved an ultrasound of Carson's "real heir" directly into Everly's frail grandfather's face.
The shock triggered a massive heart attack.
Carson refused to use his private helicopter to save the dying old man, choosing to protect his mistress and his company's IPO instead. Her grandfather died on the hospital table.
Instead of remorse, her mother-in-law demanded Everly publicly cover up the murder.
"You will do exactly as I say, or I will freeze every single cent of the medical trust fund paying for your crippled daughter's treatments."
When a battered Everly returned to the estate, she discovered her three-year-old daughter covered in dark bruises and pinch marks. Her in-laws were deliberately torturing her disabled child.
Everly couldn't comprehend how a family could be so utterly heartless. Her only family was murdered, her child was abused, and her husband threw a five-million-dollar check at her face as hush money.
They thought she would just break and quietly disappear.
But when a terrifyingly powerful billionaire unexpectedly blocked Carson's security team from locking her up, Everly finally saw her window.
She grabbed her sleeping daughter and ran out into the freezing storm, making a blood-bound vow to make the entire Moss family bleed.
9.3
For years, Gabriela believed the man beside her would be the one she grew old with. They had loved each other since they were young, but in the end, all those years meant nothing beside a younger woman's smile.
Returning from a business trip, she uncovered his betrayal with brutal clarity. Still, she did not cry or beg. She took out her phone, recorded every damning second, and filed for divorce the moment she could.
Afterward, she rebuilt her life into something brighter, richer, and stronger, even marrying a powerful tycoon. As for her ex and his shameless mistress, they could rot together.
9.5
Bridget left the office early on her anniversary, her pocket heavy with a custom velvet ring box meant for her fiancé.
But when she pushed open the bedroom door, she found him tangled in their bed with her best friend, Chloe.
"Bridget! Wait, it's not what it looks like!" Jacob stammered, his eyes wide with panic.
"Evidence," Bridget stated coldly, snapping a photo of their naked bodies before fleeing into the freezing New York night.
Desperate to numb the betrayal, she got blackout drunk at an underground lounge and threw herself at a dark, terrifyingly handsome stranger.
She woke up in a penthouse suite alone, finding only a limitless black credit card left on the nightstand.
Humiliated and feeling like a cheap escort, she ran away, swearing to forget the nightmare.
But the nightmare had just begun. When she rushed into the office, she discovered the stranger was Jevon Rocha—the ruthless billionaire CEO of her company.
He didn't fire her. Instead, he trapped her in a twisted, obsessive power game, forcing her into his private life and demanding she report to his penthouse.
Bridget couldn't understand why a ruthless billionaire was so dangerously fixated on a low-level employee.
Until she stumbled upon his secret social media account and saw a crayon drawing of a little kid, captioned with a single word: "Finally."
A wave of absolute horror washed over her. He wasn't just playing games; he was hiding a secret child and a messy, high-stakes family drama.
She refused to be the naive collateral damage in a billionaire's twisted life.
Trembling, Bridget hit "Block" on his profile, determined to escape his dangerous web.
8.6
Eleanor Sinclair always knew her stepmother and stepsister were leeches, but she never expected their betrayal to reach into her private study.
In the dead of night, she caught the family's trusted nanny of twelve years photographing confidential trust documents. The mastermind paying her off was Lillian, Eleanor's stepmother, who had been secretly embezzling estate funds and bribing tutors to deliberately ruin the academic future of Eleanor's younger brother, the only legitimate heir.
Emboldened by their deceit, the parasites grew arrogant. Her stepsister, Isabelle, deliberately flaunted her secret affair with Eleanor’s billionaire fiancé, sobbing fake tears while waiting for Eleanor to suffer a humiliating nervous breakdown.
When the tension finally peaked, Lillian played the victim so perfectly that Eleanor's own father, a powerful U.S. Senator, stormed into the room with a raised hand, ready to strike his own daughter.
"You will apologize to your stepsister immediately! I will not have this family harmony destroyed by your petty jealousy!"
They actually expected her to be a weeping, heartbroken girl. They thought cheap hotel affairs and stolen pennies could outsmart the true Sinclair bloodline. Did they really believe a few fake tears and a weak-willed father could strip her of her empire?
Eleanor didn't feel anger; she felt the cold, detached fascination of a biologist observing doomed insects. She calmly pulled out the forensic audits, locked down the estate's exits, and prepared her stepmother's psychiatric commitment papers. The merciless purge of her family had officially begun.