The Mistaken Night With The Billionaire
"Did he touch you?" Aaron asked, his deep, growling tone making her shiver.
"It doesn't matter. You can't question-"
"Did. He. Fucking. Touched. You?" He asked, his voice more dangerous now, making her feel the full impact of his rising anger.
"He is my husband. How can I stop him?" she asked hesitantly, knowing she was inviting the devil himself to spill blood.
In a flash, he pulled her by the waist and pinned her against the wall with force. She gasped, startled by his sudden movement. Her wide eyes met his fiery, unforgiving gaze.
"Listen to me very carefully, mia cara," he said, his voice a lethal whisper. "The day I tasted every inch of you, you became mine and only mine alone. You were never anyone's wife or daughter-in-law. If you were connected to anyone, it was only me. So watch your words next time, because a single slip of your tongue might cost someone their life. Am I clear?"
Before she could respond, he crushed his lips against hers in a wild, punishing kiss.
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Alina's world shattered when her husband ordered her to spend a night with his unknown client in exchange for a billion-dollar deal. But when she arrived at the hotel, a simple mistake led her to knock on the wrong door.
Inside, she found Aaron Knight. the most powerful and ruthless billionaire of the era. The Elder heir of the Knight clan.
The elder brother of her husband.
That night, she unknowingly stepped into his room... and into his world.
Aaron, a man who had never been possessed by a woman's charms, claimed her with a possessiveness that stole her breath away.
Now, she is trapped in his grasp, and Aaron makes one thing clear:
"You were mine the moment you stepped into my bed... and I'll burn the world before I let you go."
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Chapter 3
Her breath stuck beneath the surface hearing his stern order on his raspy voice. It's more like a command.
He sucked his breath when he felt the moisture between her valley with his rigid hard. His hormones reacted in a wild way, feeling how fascinating it was. For a time in history, he is getting the urge to savor the moment with a woman.
He caressed her cheeks with his thumb sensually. He can't seem to be in control after looking deep into her intoxicating eyes. And the first thought strikes into his mind to break the policy he keeps with women. The strict rule he has been holding until today.
He had always vowed never to cross that line, never to kiss any woman on the lips, believing it was a boundary that must not be broken. But at that moment, as the intensity of these emotions overwhelmed him, he couldn't resist any longer.
His resolve shattered, and he pulled her close, capturing her mouth in a deep, passionate kiss. The world around him faded away as he poured all the unspoken words, the forbidden desires, into that kiss, knowing there was no going back from this moment.
He smirked mentally when she started to respond to the kiss with the same intensity. He began to feel the tingling sensation inside his stomach when her hand gripped his biceps to support herself.
For the first time in his thirty four years of life, AARON KNIGHT was devouring a woman in his arms. The intensity and passion that he had never shown to anyone until today.
Soon his hands have worked on pushing the hindrances between them. She shivers feeling the sudden coldness touching her skin. She couldn't move an inch since he was hovering over her completely and savoring her lips with a deep intensity.
Her heart starts to beat like drums when he begins to suck her neck with desire. His actions were getting urged, he seems to be in a rush to taste every inch of her without a miss.
His hardness was poking her painfully, she almost gasped when he released his hardness out of his pants. He stroked her vigina with his hardness before inserting himself inside her deeply.
She holds herself from crying out when the unbearable pain hits her hard on the lower abdomen. He was going deeper with a great force without caring about the fact it was her first time.
Somewhere her silly mind has expected a little gentleness from his side as he has demanded from her for the first time. But he seems to be totally unbothered by it.
Yet she can't ignore the intense heat he was bringing inside her. He was making it hard to not like this moment. She somewhere begins to feel the spark inside her without her permission. And she was ashamed of her own self for feeling such a pull towards the complete stranger.
Only if she knows who he is actually.
Each thrust was powerful and passionate. He was sucking her breasts when he was going deeper inside her. The whole time his eyes were closed, completely devouring the unbelievable pleasure.
This is something he was doing for god sake, he never showed the interest to savor the beauty of the woman who serves him. He always makes sure they keep their hands to themselves on that emotionless ride.
But today. Today was completely blessed, when her nails were digging inside his skin, he was getting more aroused, more harder. He was getting hungrier to each thrust.
After feeling a complete wholesome climax, he falls into her while catching his breath. He can't believe the fact that this is the first time he has completely savored this act. A huge fulfillment and satisfaction spread all over his hormones. He nuzzles the crook of her neck with a touch of gentleness. He begins to leave gentle smooches over her neck.
...
It's over. Now she was no longer the innocent, conservative she used to be. Now she has been marked by him. There's no turning back from this consensual act. She has indeed sold off her virginity for her husband's deal.
"This is your first time?"
She was jerked by his sudden question. She looked at him with an ultimate shock seeing he was sitting beside her with a shock on her face. She didn't realize the fact he had gotten off her and spotted the red stain on the sheet.
He was looking at the scene with an unbelievable shock. He can't digest the fact at all. He was looking at her with disbelief and waiting for her to utter a word.
"What?" She asked him with an unbelievable tone. She couldn't catch what he was asking. Why was he asking such a ridiculous question when this whole damn night he arranged to sell that damn V card to him.
"Are you a virgin?"
"This is your first time?"
He asked her again, this time in a soft tone then the last one. He is completely speechless right now. He can't seem to find a logical explanation for this. He was looking at her with a hint of curiosity. An unknown rush of impatience to hear her answer.
She was looking at him with a clueless expression. She actually didn't have any idea how to proceed with this question. With a lot of questions in mind, she silently nodded her head positively.
Pupils on both eyes dilated wider realising the huge revelation. He can't seem to process the new declaration. Jesus Christ. It can't be. Did he just claim her years of preciousness? Was he the first guy to touch her?
He couldn't help the feeling rising in him, the sudden rush of possessiveness that washed over him as he looked at her. The fact that he was the first one to touch her made him feel even more protective as if he had left some imprint on her that nobody else could erase. He knew that this was just a moment in time, that he couldn't keep her for himself forever, but in that moment, he wanted her all to himself. And the feeling was intense, a mix of desire, protection.
"We need to talk."
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9.2
Averie spent hours preparing a perfect third-anniversary dinner for her billionaire husband, Jarett Sharp.
Instead of celebrating, she received an anonymous photo of him intimately holding another woman.
When Jarett finally arrived, he didn't even look guilty.
"Candida. It's okay. Don't be scared. I'm on my way."
He simply took a call from his mistress, shoved Averie aside, and walked right back out the door.
That same night, Averie's father suffered a massive heart attack.
The hospital demanded a half-million-dollar deposit before they would operate.
But when Averie frantically tried to use the emergency medical trust card Jarett had given her, it was declined.
Jarett had deliberately frozen her access to the funds just hours earlier.
While she begged his assistant on the phone, Jarett refused to be disturbed, busy wrapping his expensive coat around his mistress in the hospital garden.
Averie collapsed in the hallway, realizing the man she loved was deliberately letting her father die.
In the end, a childhood friend stepped in to pay the bill and save her father's life, while her billionaire husband later pinned her to their bed, throwing a check at her and reminding her he had bought her for three million dollars.
Averie didn't shed a single tear.
She slowly ripped his check into pieces, left her massive diamond ring on the dresser, and walked out into the cold New York night with nothing but her old suitcase.
She pulled out her phone and dialed her old ballet professor.
She wasn't just going to leave Jarett Sharp. She was going to destroy him.
8.9
At my million-dollar wedding to the Hoffman heir, the priest was interrupted by a ringing phone.
My groom, Elijah, didn't silence it. He answered it right at the altar, yanked his arm from my grasp, and walked out because his "true love" Jalyn needed him.
I was left standing alone in front of three hundred elite guests, blinded by mocking camera flashes. My own mother rolled her eyes in disgust, later threatening to freeze my trust fund and sell me to a notorious playboy to recoup her losses. Elijah even had the nerve to call me, demanding I take the blame for the canceled wedding to save his PR, while live news feeds showed him cradling a fragile Jalyn in the hospital.
I had spent two years bending over backward to be his perfect bride, only to be discarded like trash. What made it sicker was finding out that Jalyn's sudden "medical emergency" was actually a ruptured cyst caused by having vigorous sex with Elijah right before he walked down the aisle.
I refused to let them destroy me.
Kicking off my six-inch heels, I stepped down from the altar and walked straight to the back row where Cristian Lowe sat. He was the ruthless iceberg of Wall Street and Elijah's most terrifying rival.
I looked up at his sharp jawline and asked the craziest question of my life.
"Will you marry me?"
He stood up, his dark eyes locking onto mine.
"As you wish."
7.5
Amelia has slaved her whole life, working multiple jobs to help support her poor husband Caleb― only to discover he is a millionaire!
When confronted, Caleb feels no guilt. He divorces her immediately to pursue his true love, leaving her with nothing to her name.
"Kelsie is the woman that I love, the woman who truly deserves to be by my side," Caleb said. "Now, sign the papers and I can end this farce of a marriage."
But thankfully, fate has yet to close all its doors on her.
The messy breakup has led Amelia to meet the elusive Matteo Montgomery, the mysterious owner of X'el International Inc., and even though Amelia could have sworn that this is the first time they have ever met, Matteo seemed to hold more interest in her than ordinary.
With her divorce finalized, Matteo's courtship quickly grows more extravagant. He offers her everything, from a job as his secretary, a new penthouse apartment, and a permanent home in his heart.
But just as Amelia's heart begins to open up to Matteo's sincerity, Caleb comes crawling back, determined to ruin her life.
***
[Excerpt]
"Oh?" Matteo asked, and Amelia caught a hint of amusement in his voice. "Then pray tell, what did we converse about?"
Amelia swallowed. Good heavens, he was so close. She could barely even breathe, afraid that every movement she made would just amplify how loud her heartbeat was. It was racing like a bullet train at this point, and she felt it clog at her throat, refusing her a chance to speak.
"I... I...I―"
"I have no girlfriend, Amelia," Matteo said. "And before you overthink, I do not have a wife in secret either."
His fingers didn't let go of her wrist, and instead, it even tightened its grip. It wasn't painful in the slightest, but it sent surges of electricity rushing through her body as though she had been struck by lightning in the most thrilling of ways.
A coy smile curved his lips, and he leaned in just the slightest. His lips were now a hair's breadth away from hers, and Amelia instinctively held her breath.
"Unless, perhaps you would like to volunteer?"
8.8
Alaia Dudley spent her life playing the devoted partner, completely unaware that her fiancé Austen was sleeping with another woman.
She thought the worst he could do was break her heart, until she found herself pinned to a cold operating table.
Austen held her down with a cruel smirk while a scalpel sliced through her sternum.
They cracked her chest open while she was still fully conscious.
The agonizing pain of her heart being cut out burned into her nerve endings.
She realized then that to him, she was never a lover—just a spare organ, a boring piece of wood to be discarded the second his true love needed it.
She died in excruciating agony, choking on her own blood while the man she loved walked away with her heart.
Until her last breath, she didn't understand why she had to suffer so brutally.
Why did she waste her life begging for a monster's attention? Why did they get a happy ending while she was carved up like an animal?
But then, ice-cold water flooded her lungs, and Alaia violently broke the surface of her bathwater.
Her trembling fingers touched her smooth, flawless chest. No scars. Her heart was still beating.
The date on her phone glared back at her: it was exactly five years ago.
Tonight was the exact night Austen first took his mistress to a hotel room.
This time, she wouldn't just expose them. She would use Wall Street's most terrifying tyrant as her personal weapon to strip them of everything they had.
7.1
I sat in the emergency room corridor, pressing a soaked bandage against my heavily bleeding arm. I had texted my husband of three years, billionaire Efford Thornton, begging him to come.
He did come, but he walked right past me as if I were a piece of furniture. When the doctor finally brought the last bag of O-negative blood in the city to save my life, Efford's assistant intercepted it.
Efford coldly ordered the blood to be sent to the VIP wing for Aletha Chase.
"Mrs. Chase is pregnant with the Thornton heir," he declared flatly. "The priority is non-negotiable."
As I watched my life-saving blood being carried away, he handed me a divorce agreement and an NDA. If I dared to expose his affair, he would immediately cut off the funding for my grandmother's dementia care, leaving her to rot in a public ward. He then turned his back, leaving me to bleed out in the hallway.
For three years, I had given up my career and my identity to be his perfect, compliant wife. I couldn't understand how the man who once looked at me like I was his whole world could now literally watch me die just to protect his mistress.
But he forgot one thing. The submissive wife he married was just a ghost. I wiped the blood from my hands, dug out the leather half-mask I had hidden away years ago, and made a call.
It was time for the legendary runway model "Phoenix" to rise from the ashes and burn his empire to the ground.
7.2
Six years ago, Seraphina's billionaire husband slapped a fake infertility report onto the marble table.
"Sign the divorce papers and get out," Julian commanded, looking at his wife of three years with pure, icy disgust.
Kicked out into the freezing rain while heavily pregnant, her own family abandoned her like garbage thanks to her sister's vicious lies.
She nearly died in a sterile operating room that night, giving birth to quadruplets, only for the grim-faced doctor to tell her two babies didn't survive.
She spent six agonizing years rebuilding her shattered identity in London, raising her surviving genius twins.
Meanwhile, her ex-husband paraded around New York with Livia, the very woman who orchestrated her ruin.
But when a medical emergency forced Seraphina back to the city, her twins accidentally crossed paths with two identical children at JFK airport.
Why did Julian's severely traumatized, mute daughter look exactly like her own little girl?
And why did her genius son just hack into his father's private server, only to find her delivery records locked behind military-grade encryption?
Staring at a faded ultrasound printout of four tiny shapes, a cold smile broke across Seraphina's face.
Tomorrow night, the discarded wife they thought they broke was going to crash the Astor-Vance charity gala, and she was going to burn their empire to the ground.