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 3
With the little money she was given by the unknown man who helped her, she quickly left the park to find a cheap motel.
The receptionist greeted her with a warm smile."Good evening ma'am."
"Good evening, please do you have any available rooms ?" Ava asked, her eyes scanning the environment. "One minute.... The receptionist said. "Yes, we have room 103."
"Thank you," Ava smiled, collecting the key from the receptionist.
The room was dusty all over, with spiders on the wall. Ava never thought she would sleep in a place like this. She slumped to the bed, so tired she drifted off to sleep.
Ava temporarily checked out of the motel in search of a job, running her hands through her hair, unsure what the future holds.
After two hours of searching for a job, Ava sighed, fidgeting with her feet as she walked into the cafe nearby to order a cup latte as she asked the receptionist if she could speak with the manager.
The lady worried that Ava wanted to complain, quickly asked Ava if the latte was not to her taste. Ava explained everything to the lady, the lady sighed in relief , "Okay!! Please sit down, let me call my manager."
A few minutes later she arrived with the manager. "Good day ma'am, how can I help you?" Mr Ken asked, smiling.
Ava apologized for the disturbance and asked if he was hiring a new employee.
"Yes, please let's go to my office and discuss," Mr Ken said, gesturing towards his office. "Come in, please.Take a seat," he offered. Once she was seated, he asked, "What's your name?"
Ava, unsure if she could say her real name, decided to use her fake name and replied, "Nina."
"Okay, Nina, I have a job offer for you but you have to sign a contract before you get employed." After they discussed the contract for about half an hour, she headed back to the motel.
Ava's mind wandered back to the discussions she had with the cafe manager, replaying his words like a broken record: "You can get this job after signing this contract, and you will be provided with a place to stay for a day. After you're done you can work for me in the cafe. Although Ava doesn't know the nature of the job.
Making up her mind, she needs to start working to be able to rent a house. With a sense of determination, she called the manager to accept the offer, he informed her that she will start work on Friday, promising to send the location of the event.
The next few days went smoothly for Ava. On Thursday night she got stopped by an old lady near the motel, she had a luxury look and a smooth skin. Ava wondered what an old lady would be doing in the street all alone, wandering in a place like this. "How can I help you ma'am?" She asked.
"What's your name Miss?" the old lady asked. Ava, afraid someone might recognise her she quickly told the old lady her fake name with a suspicious look.
"Can I borrow your phone? I need to call my grandson, my driver's car broke down on my way and my phone is not with me." The old lady smiled.
Ava hesitated before giving the old lady her phone. After she made the call, she insisted on taking Ava's number to repay her back which Ava refused to give but she kept on insisting, which Ava finally gave in.
Friday afternoon, Ava started preparing for the job, which she was told begins at night.
After dressing up, she applied light makeup. Then hailed a taxi straight to the given destination. Arriving at the destination, Ava was surprised by the entrance, which was a masterpiece in elegance, confused by the kind of work she will be doing tonight in this mansion.
An old man approached her, "You must be the new lady ? Welcome." he said, leading her through the back door. "Miss!?" He asked.
"Nina," she replied, still in awe about the interior inside the house.
"Okay, we don't have much time. Go change." He said giving her a black knee length skirt, a white shirt and a pair of black low heeled shoes.
Ava looked at him in amazement and she asked, " What exactly am I doing tonight?" He smiled and told her she will be working as a waitress tonight.
The house party started, showing no signs of slowing down. Ava balanced the tray of drinks in her hands, walking through the crowd. Just as she was about to get another set of drinks, a voice called out her fake name.
"Nina! Nina, is that you?" Ava turned around, scanning the room until her eyes landed on the old lady she met on the street.
The old lady approached her with a smile and said " What a coincidence! She asked, "Did you come with someone?"
Ava returned the smile and replied that she had come to work. Then her eyes caught sight of a group of people and her expression changed.
Jack, Ava's father's right hand man, greeting a group of people. If Jack was present, her father would also be here, she thought to herself.
"Nina, if you are free after the party, we can have a coffee together," The old lady said, breaking Ava's train of thoughts. Ava nodded and the old lady left to attend to other guests.
Thankfully Ava saw a facemask close to the counter, wearing it. She scanned the crowd for Jack's silhouette until she spotted my father and Mr. Tom happily chatting, but could not spot Jack.
Ava, eager to hear their conversation, got closer to them.
She heard Mr. Tom laughed then shaked Mr Adams hands, "I'll sign the contract after the wedding. You have just three months to find her, otherwise, the deal is off, for old time's sake. We can't mix business and personal issues." Mr Adams nodded, his eyes lit up.
After some minutes passed, Ava saw Jack walking towards her father with a young man in a buzz cut, wearing a dark green suit. Ava quickly changed her position to avoid being seen.
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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.