The Secret Mother And Her Cruel Tycoon
My father was rotting in a cell, and my secret son, Leo, was the only reason I kept breathing. Then, everything shattered when Augustine Hoover’s bodyguards dragged me to a remote estate and locked me in a room with a dying monster.
The man in the dark was Augustine himself, bleeding from a wound and lost in a drug-induced delirium. He didn't see me as a person; he saw me as a debt to be collected. By dawn, the feverish attacker was gone, replaced by a cold, calculative billionaire in a wheelchair who told me I was now his property.
I was trapped on a private island, forced to play nurse to keep my father protected in prison. While I suffered in silence, the world turned against me. My fiancé, Grant, went on national television to dump me, calling my family a disgrace. When Augustine finally brought me back to New York, it wasn't for freedom—it was to parade me at a gala where I saw Grant with his arm around my stepsister. She was wearing my dress, living my life, while I stood there with Augustine’s bite mark fresh on my neck.
The humiliation was total. Augustine offered me a deal: sign a marriage contract with a mandatory "Heir Production Clause," or watch my father die and my son disappear. He promised to crush my enemies, but his touch felt like a shackle.
I felt a cold rage settle over me. If I was going to be a prisoner, I would be the most dangerous one he had ever seen. I realized then that everyone I loved was a pawn in a game I didn't even know was being played.
I signed the papers and officially became Mrs. Hoover, the most envied and hated woman in the city. But as we pulled up to his gothic mansion, a burner phone in my pocket buzzed with a message from my father’s oldest ally. The man I just married wasn't my protector. He was the one who framed my father and destroyed my life. I’ve entered the lion’s den, and I won’t stop until I’ve ripped his heart out.
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Chapter 4
She woke up screaming.
A hand clamped over her mouth, stifling the sound.
"Quiet."
She thrashed, her back hitting the headboard. She was back in the bedroom. The monster's room.
Augustine was sitting on the edge of the bed.
She scrambled backward, curling into a ball in the corner. "Don't touch me."
He held up a small jar. "It's arnica. For the bruises."
He reached out. She tried to kick him, but he caught her ankle. His grip was firm, inescapable. He dragged her leg toward him.
He scooped a dollop of the clear gel and smeared it on her shin, right where she had hit the floor yesterday. His fingers were cool. He massaged the gel into her skin with efficient, circular motions.
It was confusing. His touch was clinical, yet possessive. He was tending to the damage he had caused.
"Is this part of the inventory check?" she asked, her voice trembling with rage. "Polishing the merchandise?"
He didn't look up. "Damaged packaging lowers the asset value."
He moved to her wrist. He rubbed the gel over the purple marks left by his fingers.
"We have a schedule," he said. "Tomorrow night is the Sterling Foundation Gala. We are attending."
Her heart skipped a beat. "Sterling? Grant's family foundation?"
"Yes."
"Grant will be there," she said. Hope, foolish and bright, flared in her chest. "He'll see me. He'll help me."
Augustine stopped rubbing. He looked at her then. His eyes were filled with a terrible mix of pity and amusement.
"You still think he cares."
"We've been together for four years," she said. "He loves me."
Augustine pulled a tablet from the bedside table. He tapped the screen and held it up.
It was a video. A news interview. Grant was standing on the steps of a courthouse, microphones shoved in his face.
"Mr. Sterling, do you have any comment on the charges against your fiancée's father?"
Grant looked handsome. And completely unbothered.
"Let me be clear," Grant said, his voice smooth. "I was unaware of Mr. Mann's illegal activities. The Sterling family does not condone fraud. As for Aislinn... our engagement is effectively terminated. I cannot be associated with a criminal enterprise."
She stared at the screen. The world tilted.
"It's fake," she whispered. "It's AI. You made it."
Augustine tossed the tablet onto the duvet. "Your life has been liquidated, Aislinn. You are bankrupt. Emotionally and financially."
He leaned in, his face inches from hers. She could smell the antiseptic from his head wound.
"Your only asset left is the title of Mrs. Hoover."
"I don't believe you," she said, tears hot in her eyes. "I need to see him."
"Fine." Augustine sat back. "I'll let you see him. I'll let you watch him ignore you."
He snapped his fingers.
Marta entered carrying a garment bag. She unzipped it.
A dress spilled out. It was black silk, backless, with a slit that went up to the hip. It was beautiful. And it looked like armor.
"Wear it," Augustine ordered. "Don't embarrass me."
An hour later, she stood in front of the mirror.
The dress fit like a second skin. It was designed to distract. To make people look at her body so they wouldn't look at the fear in her eyes.
Augustine rolled up behind her. He was wearing a tuxedo. He looked like the devil dressed for dinner.
He held up a diamond necklace. A choker.
"Lift your hair."
She obeyed.
He fastened the clasp. The metal was ice cold against her neck. It felt heavy. Like a collar.
"Remember," he whispered, his breath ghosting over her ear. "Tonight, you belong to me."
A low thrumming sound vibrated through the floorboards.
"The helicopter is waiting," he said.
Jericho came in and pushed the wheelchair. She followed, walking in her high heels like a doll on a string.
They went up to the roof. The helicopter was a black insect against the grey sky.
As they lifted off, she looked down at the island. It was shrinking, disappearing into the mist.
She put on the headset. The noise of the rotors was deafening.
Augustine's voice came through the headphones, clear and distorted by the static.
"Try to run," he said, "and your father has an accident in the shower block at Rikers."
She looked at him across the small cabin. She clenched her hands in her lap until her knuckles turned white.
"I hate you," she said into the microphone.
He looked out the window at the approaching skyline of Manhattan.
"Good," he said. "Hate is a motivator."
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But her life truly derailed after a drunken night led her into the bed of Bryon Reeves, the ruthless billionaire CEO and older brother of the student she tutored.
Trying to pay off the most dangerous man in New York with a crumpled twenty-dollar bill was her first mistake.
Fleeing the hotel, she accidentally rear-ended his custom Maybach. Bryon used the massive repair bill to blackmail her into being his fake date, parading her at a gala just to make his sister-in-law jealous.
When Brenda finally snapped and fled the humiliation, only to be rescued by his biggest corporate rival, Bryon's twisted possessiveness turned completely destructive.
"If you feel kidnapped, call the police. But your teaching license will be permanently revoked."
He didn't just threaten her. He systematically dismantled her life, using his influence to force the university to freeze her tenure and suspend her without pay.
Brenda couldn't understand why this terrifying man was going to such extreme lengths to ruin a simple tutor who just wanted to be left alone.
Now, stripped of her career, her income, and her independence, she was forced into the sprawling Reeves Manor.
Hearing the heavy mahogany door lock from the outside in her signal-jammed bedroom, Brenda's panic slowly morphed into a cold, clinical rage.
She was trapped, but she refused to be his helpless pawn.
7.6
Dumped at the altar, she shocks everyone by marrying her ex-fiancé's father on the spot.
Now she's trapped in a scandalous marriage with a ruthless billionaire, while her ex becomes obsessed with winning her back.
But the biggest danger isn't the forbidden love...
It's the secrets her new husband is hiding.
7.6
I was once the untouchable heiress to the Schroeder empire, until a corporate fraud conviction stripped away my life and threw me into federal prison for five brutal years.
On the day of my release, I stepped out into the freezing rain only to realize I had been utterly abandoned by everyone I loved.
My family sent no one. My former best friends blocked my number, and high-society women took photos of my shivering, pathetic state for laughs. To survive, I made a desperate deal to act as the fake fiancée of Kayden Washington, a ruthless, disgraced billionaire fighting his own blood. But the moment we joined forces, the nightmare escalated. Our safehouse was ransacked, we were hunted by tactical hitmen in the dark, and my adoptive brother stole my dead mother's diary just to bribe me into leaving New York forever. Worse, the digital trail of my framing traced back to a top-tier operative manipulating both our families from the shadows.
I didn't understand why my own family had sacrificed me like a worthless pawn to ignite a massive, invisible war. What dark secret was I actually taking the fall for?
Just as Kayden and I prepared to burn both empires to the ground, a mysterious courier dropped a package at my door. Inside rested the Schroeder Patriarch's solid gold ring—the ultimate symbol of absolute power—sent directly to me, the disgraced exile.
"They took your past, but I will give you the power to forge a new future."
The game hadn't just changed. The board had been flipped, and I was going back to take the throne.
7.7
At my rehearsal dinner, my fiancé Coleman abandoned me to rush to the hospital.
His "savior" and first love, Elia, had been in a minor car accident.
When I followed him there, I saw him holding her hands with an agonizing tenderness he had never shown me in our three years together.
Through the gap in the blinds, Elia locked eyes with me and gave a deliberate smirk.
When I tried to leave, I was assaulted by his family's security guards and thrown into a freezing police precinct.
Coleman refused to bail me out, claiming he couldn't leave Elia's side.
Instead, his ruthless billionaire uncle, Axel Arnold, dragged me out, only for me to be drugged by his associate and wake up in Axel's bed with a ruined dress and bruised skin.
Before I could even process the shame, Coleman publicly announced the postponement of our wedding, turning me into the city's ultimate laughingstock.
For years, I had endured the biting cold of an Aspen avalanche to save his life, only for Elia to steal the credit and my fiancé.
They thought I was just a grateful, adopted orphan they could bleed dry to secure the Cooper family's wealth.
But I was done being their punching bag.
I marched straight to his penthouse, threw the three-carat diamond ring right at his chest, and left the city.
Six months later, his mother called, threatening to bankrupt my family if I didn't return to their estate by dinner.
I gripped my phone, a cold fire igniting in my eyes.
"Book us the next red-eye flight to New York."
This time, I was going back to burn their world to the ground.
9.0
I wanted him, desperately. It was the first time I had ever craved someone so intensely, and I didn't care how reckless it made me.
Maybe this was what they meant by love at first sight.
When Camille Barone first lays eyes on Aurelio Donzel, she falls hard.
Despite knowing he's married, she's drawn to him with an obsession that burns hotter than reason.
Undeterred by his coldness, Camille pursues him relentlessly, doing everything she can to make him see her, to make him feel what she feels.
But love isn't always something you can chase. And some people, no matter how badly you want them, some people aren't meant to be yours.
Aurelio surrenders to temptation and risks his marriage for a moment of forbidden passion?.
But Camille learns that some hearts simply aren't meant to be won.
7.8
For three years, Aubree played the obedient wife to billionaire Eli Wolfe, even secretly donating her kidney to save his life.
But at a family gala, Eli's pregnant mistress deliberately threw herself backward into the pool and framed Aubree for the fall.
Without asking a single question, Eli lunged forward and shoved Aubree into the freezing water.
He swam right past her sinking body to save the mistress, leaving Aubree to drown.
Nobody cared that her missing kidney made her core muscles spasm violently in the extreme cold.
While she was still burning with a deadly fever, Eli's family dragged her out of bed and forced her to kneel at the mistress's feet.
They slapped a criminal confession across her face and threatened to ruin her brother's career if she didn't sign it.
"I will do whatever it takes to protect Dayna," Eli told her coldly.
Staring at the man she had literally given a piece of her body to, the last beating piece of Aubree's heart completely died.
Her ultimate sacrifice meant absolutely nothing.
She calmly signed the papers, took the fifty-million-dollar settlement, and walked out the door on the arm of a handsome stranger.
This time, she was going to restart her life and make Eli pay for every single thing he took from her.