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 5
It's a nice weekday morning.Alina was getting ready to go out. She wears a full-length floral printed gown which has a full sleeve. She left her hair open and ready to go out. Lastly, she looked at herself in the mirror. She sighs seeing her own reflection.
Well, she wasn't looking bad, however, if anyone took a closer look at her, her dark circles and bugs around the eyes with her sunken eyes would be visible. Her eyes were almost numb due to her continuous crying for two days.
In the daytime, she used to mask her broken state with the smile of a good daughter-in-law. But when it's become night, she can't help but cry thinking about whatever she had done two nights ago. She can't accept the fact that she has her first time with a man who doesn't even know her identity. He thought of her as an escort. Can it be more cruel than that?
But when these thoughts ruled over her mind, change calmed her mind saying, he hadn't forced her for anything. He didn't do anything that caused her any trauma. He was far more gentle than she had imagined.
She cannot lie to herself saying she didn't like it. Somewhere her hormones liked the spark he had given her. But it won't change the fact, this was something her husband ordered her to do. This wasn't her decision in the first place. She still can't understand why he took such a risky step to use her as bait for his deal. Why does it have to be her? Somewhere she understood, he had a bigger reason to get her to do this. Something that he was hiding from her.
Well, it's not important anymore. Everything has already happened. She did what he asked for. Even though she has messed up. He has to accept the fact, she has gone through such a humiliation because of him.
And her cruel husband has once again arranged her one night stand with the correct person in two days. He hasn't done anything after getting back home. Somewhere he might have realized the fact, she was the only option for him to get that deal anyway.
"Yes, Mr. Smith. There won't be any conflicts this time. I can assure you that. Just waiting for you to fix a date."
Lucas entered the room while taking in the phone with a sugar coating tone. He was almost bending down while talking.
Alina felt a huge amount of weight on her heart when she was hearing all this. She was completely devastated inside as she couldn't bear to see her own husband was doing these sins again and again.
As soon as he cuts the call, his face turned to the usual hard one, he give her a harsh look before looking through the closet.
"he had given me another chance. And I didn't tell him the truth, of you went to another room inside of his that night. So make sure to not let him know that till the end."
He was telling her everything with a rude tone while searching for something in the closet. Soon he found an black file and decided to leave, but Alina's voice stopped him.
"How is Cassandra? Is she okay?"
She asked him with deep concern. This questions her eating her head all two days. She can't seem to wait to hear his reply. She was pressing her knuckles tightly to hear the news about the person who means the world to her.
"Yeah she is doing fine. I have already asked the doctors to schedule the date."
Lucas replied casually, looking at her with a hint of arrogance. He replied like it was nothing to be talked about.
But on the other side, Alina's eyes welled up hearing the news she was eagerly waiting for. She can't seem to suppress the happiness she is feeling at this moment. Overwhelmed with happiness, she held his hands to thank you.
"Thank you. Thank you so much... you don't know how much this means to me. Thank you so much, Lucas.. I will never forget your generous act."
She thanked him wholeheartedly, forgetting about the fact that he had done this generous act in the first place. She feels so blessed after knowing her sister's operation is gonna happen.
Her younger sister Cassandra who was diagnosed with leukemia a few months ago. Doctors have advised them to do a bone marrow transplant to get her cured. But the surgery demanded a huge amount of money. Since she was a housewife who had no career, she asked for help from her husband.
Well, she did have a good job before marriage. She used to work as a manager in her in-law's Department Store. But after marriage, they have strictly prohibited her from working as it's disrespectful to their family.
Her crucial situation has made her ask for help from her husband. And this cunning fox has taken that as the key to get her to do whatever he says. Since she was about to do what he told her. He agreed to pay for her sister's surgery.
"I have already paid the bill. But I can be more generous if the plan comes back positive this time. I hope you will do a good job this time."
Her smile thinned upon hearing his thoughts. She slowly left his hands and looked at him with a sad face.
"This help was a huge one, Lucas, I will never be able to pay the money, this is the only way for me to get this done, so you can trust me."
She told him with a low tone. Actually, she wants to shout out louder and bang his head hard on the wall. But her vulnerable situation demanded her to be polite. She can't be true to herself.
"Yeah, whatever! Make sure you are safe around. I have already told my mother that we might go out in a few days. So it won't be an issue. I don't want any obligations that day, understand?"
He told her strictly while looking at her with a cold face. He was talking to her like she was some contracted slave. Whose job was to obey his orders. There is no hint of love or empathy on his side. It's was just a plane order.
Soon after he left the room, she sit on the bed with a long face, she was staring at a blank titles with a longing face.
Was this her life hereafter? He has agreed with the first man who has asked her, is he planning to keep doing this every time he looks for a deal? Will there be any end to this miserable life?
An lonely drops of tears, slipped out of her eyes, she gently wiped her tears. She took a long breath while controlling herself from crying more.
Whatever the future holds for her. She was ready to bear eveything with a emotionless posture for her sister. She will do anything to get her baby sister back healthy. Even in that mission she lose her life, she was ready to accept that with a open arms.
She would do anything to keep the promise she have given to her mother.
Damage has already been done, now it's a matter of fact how long she was gonna keep doing this. Maybe it will be over before she knows. With a new motive, she left the room to look after the daughter in law duties she had in this household.
But unknown to her, there are a lot of things going to be added to her karma in the coming days. She thinks this is her fate. But no. Her karma has yet to come. She doesn't know her life is gonna take a three-hundred-degree fast turn in the coming days. let's see how she's gonna survive that.
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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.
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[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.