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 6
"I think my shift is over," Ava interrupted her. "I need to be going, bye," Ava waved her goodbye and exited the cafe's entrance.
A mile away, a black car was waiting for her. After she got married to Nathan, his assistant always takes her home after work.
"When is your boss coming back?" Ava asked Leo. "My boss is back, he is home waiting for you," Leo replied.
The atmosphere became quiet, with a lot on Ava's mind. She didn't notice when the car arrived at their destination. She had never been able to go to Nathan's house before. The mansion was very similar to the one she had gone to, but the building was bigger.
After Ava went into the mansion, she felt a chill while entering the living room. It looked as though nobody was living there, the paintings were all white and black, giving off a deathly vibe.
"Love it?" Nathan asked as he came downstairs. "Hmm.."Ava said, not like her opinion mattered
"Now that I have seen you're okay, you can now go back to your house,"Nathan said.
Ava stared at him speechless. "What? You just brought me here to see if I am fine? You should have called me. Also you couldn't offer your wife a coffee or something?" Ava frowned.
"My maids are off work today, if you want to eat anything, go to the kitchen and make a meal yourself, then leave." Nathan said coldly.
"What a rude, crazy man"Ava thought and walked towards the front entrance.
Ava asked Leo, "What's wrong with your boss?"
"Sorry miss. Something just came up in the company. He's really upset." Leo replied with a sad expression.
Suddenly remembering something she walked back to the living room, where Nathan was immersed in what he was watching on the television.
"I have something I want to discuss with you," Ava said to Nathan.
"Go on," Nathan replied coldly.
"I want to move into your house," Ava said.
Nathan smiled. "You're pushing things too fast, don't you think so, Mrs Walton?"
Ava blushed and said, " No, I have my reasons, not what you're thinking."
"What was I thinking?" Nathan asked Ava, acting dumb. "If you want to move in with me, you will have to keep our marriage secret if my family visits, is that clear?" Ava agreed and left the mansion to move in the next day.
The next day Ava moved in with her property, hoping she will be staying with Nathan.
'Where are you going Mrs Walton? ' Nathan asked with a smirk.
Ava felt her body stiff, her palms sweaty avoiding eye contacts with Nathan, unsure of what to say.
Nathan saw she was avoiding eye contact with him. 'Mrs Walton I never knew you have such an ulterior motive, you can just say so, we can do our wedding night right now.' He teased her.
"Sure, why not? It is no big deal for a legally married couple to sleep together, right Mr Walton" Ava decided to play along.
Nathan's eyes darkened, "You will be staying in the guest room till our marriage is over and don't pass the boundaries." He said walking into his room, leaving her speechless.
Ava, shocked by his sudden attitude, moved into the guest room, remembering how her life went from sunshine to darkness within a week.
Days passed on so fast, Ava stopped working at the cafe, went on to look for remote work to keep herself busy and tried calling her best friend's number several times yet no response on the line.
No sight of Nathan in the house, always on business trips. If he keeps disappearing, how will she get information regarding her father within a year. Ava sighed, making her way to the kitchen to make a meal for herself.
'Nina what are you doing here?' Granny Walton asked with a shocked expression on her face, while holding some groceries.
'Granny.....'
Granny waited for her reply. Ava stuttered, 'I..I...I am... I am his umm..M'
Before she could complete her word someone interrupted, 'Granny what are you doing here?' Nathan asked while glancing at Ava.
'I came to visit since you can't visit me,' Granny replied to him with a warning look. 'What is she doing in your house?' She shifted her gaze to Ava.
'That's my maid,' He quickly said with a straight face. 'Granny, let's go get your favorite meal outside."
Granny sighed, "l didn't know you had a young maid, since I am here with the groceries, it won't be fair to go outside to eat right, Nina?'
Ava nodded, still recalling what Nathan just called her, a maid? gazing at him with her hands clutching onto the kitchen knife tightly.
Nathan smirked, "Yes my maid will make a meal, let's head to the garden. He said stretching his hand at his granny.
As they strolled towards the garden, Granny leaned heavily on Nathan's arm, her eyes filled with suspicion. "A maid, you say? She looks more like a wife, doesn't she?"
Nathan chuckled, a nervous edge to his voice, " Granny you're overthinking, she's just helping out around the house." He knew what she meant by more like a wife but Nathan wasn't ready to talk about it.
He subtly glanced back at the kitchen window where Ava stood frozen, her hands still clutched in her hand. He could practically feel her gaze burning into his back.
In the kitchen, Ava finished dishing out the meal. She walked towards the garden, a sweet smile plastered on her face. "Mr Nathan," Ava called out, her voice dripping with false subservience. "The meal is ready." I will be leaving now, she thought, shooting Nathan a dangerous look.
"Join us for dinner," Granny said, pulling Ava towards the dining table. Ava was led by Granny, while Nathan followed from behind.
"Nina, are you single?" Granny asked, piling dishes onto Ava's plate. Nathan silently glanced at Ava, waiting for her reply.
Ava smirked, "Yes, I divorced my husband."
Nathan's eyes darkened, and he dropped his spoon harshly. Walking out of the dining room without finishing his meal.
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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.