The Spy Who Stole My Heart
Ava ran away from her home and she mistook Ethan as Nathan , a powerful billionaire, as the spy her father sent to capture her. Determined to uncover the truth, she sets out to seduce him and extract the information she needs. But as time goes Ava finds herself torn between her mission and her growing attraction to the powerful billionaire. Will she succeed in her plan or not? Read to find out!!
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Chapter 1
"You smell like strawberry" the man's low and hoarse voice sounded above Ava's head. She blushed shamelessly while wrapping her hands around his neck enjoying the heated moments.
After a passionate night, the morning light shone into the room, waking her up. Quickly pushing the hands away below her waists, and ran towards the bathroom to put on some clothes then dashed out.
She got drunk last night while celebrating her master's degree. Angel, her best friend, convinced her of having fun, probably a one-night stand.
"You're 26, Ava, and still a Virgin. Tonight's your night to change that!" Angel grinned, pushing her towards the crowded bar.
While she scanned the room, Ava's eyes locked with a stunning stranger in a mask, his eyes blue and he had a strong jawline, she quickly approached him with a drunken smile. And that's how she ended up in his bed!
Ava raked her fingers through her tangled hair, frustrated.
After some time her phone began to ring, displaying a familiar number she hadn't spoken to in three years, her father. She answered, her voice barely a whisper. "Dad?"
"It's time to return home," he said, his voice devoid of emotions.
"Why?" She asked, her heart pounding.
Before she could get a reply the caller hung up leaving her more curious. She immediately booked a one way ticket back to her hometown, leaving behind the life she had built in another country as the plane took off. She had a feeling of uneasiness.
When she finally arrived in the city, she hailed a taxi to her home, although as she got closer to her destination, the familiar sights brought back memories, memories she tried to forget for so many years.
Ava was welcomed by her family's butler, Phillips, and her mother's personal maid, Grace.
Grace warmly welcomed Ava with a cookie to eat as she waits for her father.
After some minutes later someone walked in. Mr Adams glad she returned home obediently, he smiled "You came just right in time" he sat down with his legs crossed.
Ava frowned, her father's smile means something is about to go wrong. "Why did you call? She asked with a straight face.
Mr Adams observed her flawless skin and smiled. Ava had grown up to be a beautiful lady. "Meet your sister, Sonia."
Ava noticed the lady who tried to stay invisible, the lady appeared to be close to her age.
"You had another daughter while my mother was still alive?" She smirked although she was not surprised she always knew that her father was cheating on her mother.
Ava's mother chose not to believe her, she was blinded by love and believed that one day her husband will change. It wasn't up to a week after her mother's death when her father brought his mistress into the house.
Ava observed the lady before stretching out her hand toward Sonia for a handshake.
Sonia got irritated by how calm she was. The main reason she came with her father was so she could see the sad reaction of Ava, completely ignoring the hand shake.
"You don't have to pretend." Sonia smiled
Ava's gaze shifted from Sonia to her father, completely confused by what she meant
"Is this why you called me back?"
Mr Adam seeing how awkward it was getting, he quickly changed the topic, "How have you been?"
For the past three years, her father had never called to ask about her well-being, which was strange that he is asking now. " Fine." She replied with a stern expression.
Mr Adams was speechless, knowing she had turned cold towards the family. "Okay, I will just go straight to the point," he said. "I want you to get married, since you are done getting your master's. You're ready for marriage."
Ava recalling the passionate night she had with an unknown man, she quickly frowned, "I do not want to talk about it now," she said, her voice tight. "If this is the reason you called me back, I'm afraid I will have to go."
Mr Adams laughed awkwardly, Ava you don't have a choice. Decide now.
After a moment of silence, Ava finally agreed to his request to marry, but that's when she finds the right person. "I should get going now." Ava said, not wanting to discuss it anymore, she made her way towards the front door.
Mr. Adam clapped his hands and said that since this was settled, he had found the perfect man for her.
Ava's feet froze, her eyes darkened, she knew something was off . "Who?" She asked, meeting his gaze. Mr. Adams smiled and said, "Mr. Tom"
Mr. Tom, he was in his late sixties, her father's childhood friend who had four wives and ten children, possibly it couldn't be him. Ava thought.
She clenched her fists behind her back, returning the smile to him, acting clueless, " You mean your friend or another Mr. Tom?"
"My friend," he replied curtly.
"You want to sell me off to that old man for your selfish interest? Ava asked.
"You should at least have a little shame left in you, marrying me off to an old hag. Do you think I will be happy in that marriage? she said, barely holding up her tears.
"How dare you!" He shouted pointing his fingers at her. "Who cares about your happiness, he is so rich and that is what matters now."
Sonia, satisfied with Ava's reaction, she smiled, "Sister you should be happy, you can use his money as much as you want. Besides, if you don't marry him no one will marry you."
Ava laughed like a crazy person, she was losing it, and grabbed the front door handle to step out . Mr Adam shouted, "if you move an inch,you are no longer part of the Adams family." He was scared she could do something crazy when she steps out.
Ava smirked, glancing at him "l stopped being part of this family the moment you cast my mother out."
After she left the mansion, she could not think straight. She decided to walk to the park. With everything that happened today, she needed to clear her mind. As time went on, darkness covered the night, so she booked a hotel for the night.
Ava, staring at her phone, remembered her father's words, " You're no longer a part of the Adams family." She laughed sarcastically, thinking about everything that had happened in the last few years, she might as well consider herself an orphan. Losing her appetite she slept off.
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9.2
Rebirth with a Twist.
Fawn Jones doesn't get a chance to resolve the issues with her marriage. No, she gets murdered in her own bathtub. Drowned by the husband she hated after he had moved his mistress into their bed, Fawn's last lucid thought is a promise before death. "I will not stay weak. I will make you pay. If not in this life, then the next." Then she wakes up. Different room. Different body. Different life. Cassandra Huntington – rich, infamous, beautiful in a way Fawn never had been. Cassie had been in a coma for six months after a car crash. Her billionaire husband, Blake, had just signed the paperwork to turn off her life support when she suddenly started breathing on her own. Now everyone thinks Fawn is Cassandra. The media calls it a miracle. Blake calls it complicated. The woman wearing his wife's face is softer, sharper, funnier... and so tempting he hates himself for wanting her. Fawn calls it an opportunity for revenge. Her killers are still out there. Her old body is in the ground under a lie. And the only weapons she has now are Cassandra's money, Cassandra's reputation... and Cassandra's husband. So, she plays the role. Learns to walk in six-inch heels. Smiles for the cameras. Seduces a man who once couldn't stand his wife and now can't seem to stay away from her. While she quietly buys into the company that ruined her old life. While she gets close enough to the man who killed her to watch him crack. They drowned the wrong woman. Now she's awake. And she's not done.
7.6
The heavy prison gates clanged shut, ending three years. I scanned the empty lot for Julian, my fiancé. Deserted.
Biting December wind my only welcome. Calls to Julian, father, mother: unanswered/disconnected.
Shivering, Julian's tracker showed an unfamiliar Long Island estate. A freezing cab left me penniless; I walked through the blizzard. Through a mansion window, I saw Julian, my stepsister Clara, a small boy—a perfect family. Julian, who hated children, doted on him, and Clara wore *my* engagement ring.
I overheard Julian's call: he, my father, conspired to frame me for Clara’s medical error, saving their company and future. My family hadn't just abandoned me; they plotted my destruction.
A delayed text from Julian popped up, lying about a "cross-border meeting," promising to pick me up tomorrow. Despair vanished, replaced by a cold, terrifying smile. Typing "Understood," I turned from their stolen life, walking into the blizzard, fueled by burning rage.
7.6
Isolde Mitchell knew her wealthy husband was cheating on her, but the true nightmare began when her mother-in-law summoned her.
The older woman coldly announced that the mistress was pregnant with a boy and would be moving into their estate.
Because Isolde's family had gone bankrupt and she had only given birth to a frail daughter, she was deemed completely worthless.
When Isolde packed her bags and demanded a divorce, her husband Clark just laughed.
He threatened to use their ironclad prenup to leave her penniless and take full custody of her daughter just to torture her.
To make matters worse, he forced Isolde to secure a failing business deal with the ruthless billionaire Jacques Valdez, essentially ordering her to sell her body to get the signature.
"If you fail, you will never see Bria again."
He even sent his goons to snatch the little girl from her preschool to prove his point.
Isolde was completely cornered, trembling with a mix of rage and absolute despair.
How could the man she married be such a monster? She would rather die than let them destroy her daughter, but how could a bankrupt mother fight a powerful dynasty with absolutely nothing?
Out of options, she looked at the private business card the terrifying billionaire Jacques had unexpectedly given her daughter.
Swallowing her pride, she decided to make a deal with the devil himself, ready to use his power to tear her husband's family apart.
7.4
Avery thought she'd found her happily ever after with Ethan, the charming billionaire who swept her off her feet in Willow Creek. But after one night of passion, he vanished, leaving her heartbroken and alone. She returned home to find her grandmother, her only family, had passed away.
Devastated, Avery discovered a shocking truth: she was the daughter of a millionaire who'd left her a vast fortune. Relocated to New York, she met Ethan again, but this time, he was determined to win her back. Unbeknownst to him, Avery had been hiding a life-changing secret: she's the mother of his twin babies.
As Avery navigates her complicated past and the wicked family members who despise her, Ethan's pursuit becomes relentless. He'll stop at nothing to reclaim the love they shared, but Avery's secrets threaten to tear them apart. Can she trust him with her heart and the truth about their children, or will it drive them further apart?
Ethan's words echoed in her mind: "I've been searching for you for six years, Avery. I won't let you go again." But Avery's secrets were only the beginning. Little did Ethan know, their love story was only just beginning...
7.7
Alondra spent three hours making soup for her husband, only to find him at the hospital tenderly holding another woman's hand.
"I'm four weeks pregnant, Gerard," the woman said softly.
Gerard coldly handed Alondra a divorce agreement, claiming their three-year marriage was just a placeholder because this woman had once saved his life.
Heartbroken, Alondra fled in her car, only to realize her brakes had been completely disabled.
She spun out of control and crashed head-on into a massive delivery truck.
As she lay trapped in the mangled wreckage with her ribs crushed and blood filling her mouth, Gerard's black Maybach pulled up to the curb.
He stared at her dying body through the window with a completely blank expression.
He didn't call an ambulance or even open his door.
He simply rolled up his tinted window and drove away into the rain.
A raw, suffocating hatred burned in her chest, hotter than the pain in her shattered bones.
She couldn't understand how the man she had loved and served so devotedly could just coldly watch her die like a piece of trash.
Opening her eyes again, Alondra gasped for air.
She had returned to the exact morning two years ago, right before she was supposed to deliver that pathetic soup.
When Gerard walked in and threatened her with divorce, she didn't cry or beg.
"I agree. Let's divorce," she said calmly, packing her bags to reclaim her true identity as a billionaire heiress.
7.9
In my past life, I was the naive surrogate who fell desperately in love with Karson King, an untouchable Wall Street billionaire.
I thought my blind devotion would earn me a place in his family. Instead, his cruel mother forced me to sign away my parental rights to my three-year-old daughter.
I was locked in a dark, freezing basement. I watched helplessly as his arrogant relatives tormented my child, pushing her down a flight of marble stairs and shattering her tiny arm.
When we finally died in a horrific car crash, my face covered in blood amidst the shattered glass, Karson didn't shed a single tear. To him, my death was just the convenient erasure of a cheap mistake.
I sacrificed my dignity for his approval, but they treated us worse than stray dogs. Why did my innocent daughter have to pay the ultimate price for their ruthless arrogance?
Opening my eyes again, the harsh glare of a massive crystal chandelier pierced my vision. I was back in the grand foyer of the King estate, exactly five years ago.
"Sign it. You are nothing but a gold digger."
My soon-to-be mother-in-law slammed the thick legal contract onto the marble table, demanding I give up my daughter.
This time, the paralyzing fear evaporated, replaced by absolute, icy clarity.
I didn't cower. I picked up the pen, looked right at the billionaire who despised me, and prepared to manipulate his entire empire.