Wrong From The Start
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⚠️WARNING:
This book contains explicit sexual content, possessive and toxic male leads, manipulation, emotional abuse, and disturbing themes that may be triggering to some readers. This is nothing like healthy love.
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I loved Tyler Beaumont for twelve years. Years of hoping and waiting, believing that one day, he would finally choose me.
So when my parents told me I was being arranged to marry into his family... I thought it was fate. I thought I had won.
But I was wrong, because the man waiting for me at the altar isn't Tyler.
It's his brother, Grayson Beaumont.
The one I never heard of-the one with cold eyes, a cruel mouth, and a hatred for me sharp enough to bleed.
I don't know what I did to deserve it. I don't even remember.
But he does. He remembers everything. He didn't marry me for love. He married me for revenge.
And from the moment I became his wife, he made one thing clear-I would pay for a past I don't even remember.
"I tried to forget you," he tilted my chin, staring directly into my soul. "But watching you love him? That was the first time I understood what hatred really feels like."
And Tyler?
The man I spent twelve years loving? He won't let me go.
"I don't need you to choose me," he whispered. "I just need you to understand... no matter whose name you take, you will always be mine."
Two brothers.
One filled with hatred.
The other with obsession.
And me?
Caught between a past I can't remember...and a truth that could destroy us all. Because somewhere between lies, desire, and betrayal, I realize the most dangerous thing of all:
I was never meant to love the right brother.
Wrong From The Start Chapter 1
In a room of its own world, filled with clinking of glasses and clicking against the marble floor, Tyler's laughter was swallowed by the pulsing music and noise.
" Man, she's still going to be hanging around, isn't she?" Conrad asked, smiling as he shook his head.
" Of course," Tyler said, leaning back like he owned the room. " She will always be."
" Your confidence.. man."
He shrugged. " It doesn't matter what I do, she's there. Waiting. Like always. I don't even have to ask."
Conrad laughed, amused. " Lucky bastard. That's an insane amount of loyalty, you know? Most guys would kill for that."
He smirked, tilting his head. " Loyalty? Nah. I call it convenience. Tessa is predictable. Always there when I want her, ready to help and do everything I want, and that's all I care about."
" Damn..." Conrad leaned back. " She must really like you."
" Doesn't matter if she does." He replied, voice calm, almost amused. " She's mine anyway... in the ways that matter. Everything else? Irrelevant."
He smirked, grabbed his whiskey, and downed the contents in a gulp before moving his body to the vibration of the bass. Laughter and chatter mingled with the stench of sweat and alcohol. But beyond the buzz is a trembling lady in the restroom.
Tessa Monroe.
Her breath quivered as she grabbed the edge of the sink, her knuckles whitening. She could feel her heart hammering in her chest, sharp and relentless.
Out there, laughter and music spilled, but in this room, all that echoed was her own despair.
Her lashes fluttered, remembering how it had always been.
He would drag her out, she would follow, but once they arrived, she'd cease to exist in his world. Left in a corner to watch him laughing and flirting with other ladies.
Tyler Beaumont. Her best friend. The one she had loved for twelve years.
She had followed him willingly to the club, into the night, believing, as she always did, that maybe this time would be different.
But he wasn't looking at her, his eyes had lit up for someone else. Another girl. Smiling, leaning close, laughing at something only he could make funny.
Tessa swallowed, forcing her trembling lips into a smile, but the ache in her chest wouldn't stop. She pressed her palms against her face, inhaling deeply and exhaling.
She straightened, brushing imaginary dust from her black short dress before stepping out
" Oh." She jumped the moment she stepped out, not expecting to see him waiting for her outside.
" Tyler." She called, her voice lower than intended. " What are you doing here?"
" Are you alright? You were taking so long. I was beginning to get worried." He stepped closer, his face full of worry.
She gulped and nodded. " Y- yes, just some..." she shrugged.
He frowned and stepped even closer, close enough for her to inhale his cologne that immediately soothed her nerves.
But they shot up the instant he placed his palm against her forehead to check her temperature. Her heart skipped so hard, she glanced up to see him looking back at her with his hand still on her forehead.
" Are you really okay?" He asked, worriedly, calmly, his voice so deep and hoarse it nearly weakened her knees.
Her cheeks turned pink.
' He's touching me. Tyler is touching me.' she fought back the smile that threatened to show on her face.
She managed to nod her head.
He pulled back, tucked the strands of her black hair behind her ear, and smiled.
" Always looking messy, you enjoy me taking care of you, don't you?" He teased, tilting his face closer to her.
Her heart jumped. She could feel his breath against her face.
Her cheeks reddened, her eyes blinked, her fingers curled at her side as she tried to find her voice.
" You're one to talk. I'm the one always taking care of you." She managed to smile, to seem unaffected but he sees through it all.
He grinned and leaned back. " Not going to deny that. Conrad is here, come say hi." He grabbed her wrist and began pulling her back into the dancing crowd.
" Conrad? I thought he was out of state."
" He got back weeks ago." He shouted back, but when they got to their seat, it wasn't only Conrad sitting, there were two other ladies.
" Conrad!" She beamed the moment she sighted him.
" Tessy." He grinned, standing up and engulfing her in a warm big hug.
" I can't believe you're back." She grinned, exchanging pleasantries with him before taking her seat at the private section of the clubhouse.
As she sat down, her eyes followed Tyler who took his seat beside a lady and placed his arm around her shoulder.
She inhaled sharply, quickly averting her gaze.
This was a different lady from the one he was flirting with before she left for the restroom.
" I must say, you look so damn beautiful." Conrad complimented, eyes dragging over her body. She looked so beautiful with her fair, smooth skin that looked so delicate.
Tessa forced a smile. " Thank you." She replied with a grin that didn't come from the heart. If only the compliment was from Tyler, if only he would look at her the way Conrad was currently.
" Hey, Tessa." Her heart skipped the fifth time in the night as Tyler called her.
She turned to see him giving her that dangerous smile that always made her chest race.
" Tessa, meet Evelyn, my crush." He introduced, eyes locked on her.
' Another girl? This is the sixth girl this month that's your crush.' she fumed in her mind, knowing Evelyn is just another weekly girl of his that he definitely just met this night.
To some extent, she felt this was intentional. She gave no response, sat there for the rest of the night like a shadow in his world, biting back the sharp sting that burned in her chest
She watched him the whole night, the way he made everyone laugh, the way his attention could shift like a spotlight, leaving her in the dim corner of the table, until he stood up with Conrad, holding Evelyn in his arms.
" We're leaving, Tessy, you can get yourself home, right?" He asked, grinning.
Her throat tightened as she nodded.
" Good. We're going off to have some fun." He said, turned to Evelyn with a grin on his face.
Tessa's fingers dig into the leather seat.' Isn't this supposed to be over already? Does he really not know how this made me feel?'
Her eyes burned along with her nose, at the verge of tears, she lowered her head, unable to watch them leave together.
But just as he was about to walk past her, he stopped, leaned down, and whispered to her ear.
" Just because I'm leaving with Evelyn doesn't mean you're no longer mine."
He smirked, straightened, and left.
' Yours? Y.. yours?'
The words didn't register at first. Then they did.
Her breath trembled, her lashes fluttered, unable to know what to think or feel about that.
' I can.. endure this.' she told herself, a mantra as much as a promise. ' At least for three more days. Three more days until... our wedding.'
Three more days. Three more humiliations. Three more nights of pretending she wasn't breaking.
After that, she would be his wife. Legally. Publicly. Irrevocably. And then he wouldn't be able to walk away anymore.
Right?
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Wrong From The Start of Contents
Chapter 1 Ch. 1Chapter 2 Ch. 2Chapter 3 Ch. 3Chapter 4 Ch. 4Chapter 5 Ch. 5Chapter 6 Ch. 6Chapter 7 Ch. 7
Chapter 8 Ch. 8
Chapter 9 Ch. 9
Chapter 10 Ch. 10
Chapter 11 Ch. 11
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8.2
Ten years as childhood friends and three as husband and wife ended in her husband's betrayal, and her brothers' indifference. Diagnosed with mid-stage stomach cancer, Roselyn saw the truth of her life.
She walked away from everything, rising from an overlooked office worker to a leading figure in the tech world.
She outplayed her husband into signing divorce papers. When they met again, he begged, "I was wrong... take me back. I'd give you my stomach if I could."
Her once arrogant brothers pleaded too, but she felt nothing. After all, love that arrived too late meant nothing to her now-she simply didn't care anymore.
As they stood desperate, a man stepped forward and wrapped her in his arms. "Why waste time on them? Look at me instead."
7.9
Allyson was the most hated actress in Hollywood, forced to wear a cheap, tearing gown after America's sweetheart, Joanne, stole her S-tier role.
During a red carpet disaster, Allyson tripped and fell—straight into the arms of the untouchable megastar, Byron Estes.
The internet exploded, accusing Allyson of faking the fall to seduce him. Drowning in bad press and desperate to pay her agency's termination fee, she signed a reality TV contract. She was forced to play the desperate, clingy villain, acting as a pathetic stepping stone for Joanne and Byron's highly anticipated on-screen romance.
"You could throw yourself at Byron a hundred times, and you'd still never make it into his bed," Joanne mocked.
What Joanne and the furious public didn't know was that three years ago, when Byron was in a horrific crash, Joanne had abandoned him. It was Allyson who stayed.
Even more absurd? Allyson and Byron were actually secretly married, bound by a multi-million dollar NDA.
Determined to play her villainous role and get paid, Allyson memorized a book of cringe-inducing pickup lines, ready to disgust her secret husband on live television.
"The stars are in the sky. But you... are in my heart."
She expected the ice-cold superstar to push her away in disgust. Instead, when another male guest got too close to her, Byron completely shattered his untouchable facade, his eyes burning with a lethal, undeniable possessiveness that sent the internet into absolute chaos.
7.5
To save my family's dying company, I was forced to marry a billionaire I hadn't seen in fourteen years.
But right outside the City Clerk's office, he tossed our marriage certificate at me like a cheap receipt and shoved a four-year-old boy into my arms.
"Your new life has begun. You're on babysitting duty now."
He sneered and left me stranded on the sidewalk. I realized with absolute horror that my new husband was Ellsworth Marshall, the sickly boy I had relentlessly bullied in middle school.
He didn't spend five billion dollars to save the Bradford family. He bought me to execute a slow, suffocating revenge.
He used his orphaned nephew as a pawn, explicitly threatening my father that if I failed to play the perfect, compliant nanny, he would instantly destroy our family's legacy.
He even had his guards lock me out of his Long Island estate on my first night, forcing me to stand in the cold dark just to prove he owned me.
I was trapped in a gilded cage, suffocated by the guilt of my past and the terror of my present.
Why did he involve an innocent child in his twisted vendetta? How much humiliation was enough to pay for my childhood cruelty?
Looking at the terrified little boy clinging to my skirt, I tightened my grip on my suitcase.
If he wanted to destroy my will piece by piece, I had to find a way to survive the monster I created.
7.6
When the Pollard family kicked Alyssa out into the freezing rain, Walter threw a ten-thousand-dollar check into a dirty puddle.
"Take it and get out. Don't ever come back," he sneered.
Her adoptive mother and stepsister stood on the mansion's porch, mocking her as a worthless country girl who tarnished their wealthy name. They laughed, claiming she wouldn't even be able to afford community college and would be begging on the streets in a week.
They looked at her cheap clothes and worn backpack with absolute disgust.
They were completely unaware that for the past five years, Alyssa was the secret mastermind who had built their failing gallery into a multi-million-dollar investment empire.
Every key investment, every fortune they made, came from the anonymous notes she had slipped into their unread books. They genuinely believed they were business geniuses, while treating the true architect of their wealth like a stray dog.
Looking at their smug, arrogant faces, Alyssa didn't feel a shred of sadness, only a cold, sharp irony.
They actually believed they had raised her.
She stepped close, whispered the master code to Walter's most secret offshore account, and watched the blood completely drain from his face.
"I raised you," she said, turning her back on the mansion without hesitation.
Walking into the storm, she pulled out a heavily encrypted phone and gave a single, cold order.
"Initiate a full hostile takeover of the Pollard Group."
It was time to end this little game and step into her true life—as the world's most elusive medical genius, and the long-lost billionaire heiress of the Summers dynasty.
7.6
I was the fiancée of the Chicago Outfit’s heir, a bond sealed by blood and eighteen years of history.
But when his mistress pushed me into the freezing pool at our engagement gala, Jax didn’t swim toward me.
He swam past me.
He scooped up the girl who pushed me, cradling her like fragile glass, while I struggled against the weight of my gown in the murky water.
When I finally dragged myself out, shivering and humiliated before the entire underworld, Jax didn’t offer a hand. He offered a scowl.
"You’re making a scene, Eliana. Go home."
Later, when that same mistress shoved me down the stairs, shattering my knee and my dance career, Jax stepped over my broken body to comfort her.
I overheard him telling his friends, "I’m just breaking her spirit. She needs to learn she’s property, not a partner. Once she’s desperate enough, she’ll be the perfect obedient wife."
He thought I was a dog that would always return to its master. He thought he could starve me of affection until I begged for scraps.
He was wrong.
While he was busy playing protector to his mistress, I wasn't crying in my room.
I was packing his ring into a cardboard box.
I cancelled my transfer to UCLA and enrolled at NYU instead.
By the time Jax realized his "property" was missing, I was already in New York, standing next to a man who looked at me like a queen, not a possession.
8.5
Five years ago, Nina Hale lost everything... her family, her reputation, and the man she once loved. Betrayed by her own sister and abandoned by those she trusted most, she disappeared without a trace.
Now she's back.
With a new identity and a burning determination, Nina is ready to reclaim her life and chase the dream she once gave up: becoming a star actress. But her return awakens old enemies, and her scheming sister Lydia is determined to ruin her again.
Just when Nina thinks things can't get worse, she's caught in another trap... and unexpectedly crosses paths with a quiet, lonely little boy.
Ethan Grant hasn't spoken in years.
Feeling responsible for him, Nina agrees to stay and help the child come out of his shell. But she didn't expect Ethan's dangerously charming father, Lucas Grant, to enter the picture.
Cold, powerful, and impossible to read, Lucas slowly finds himself drawn to the woman who brightens his son's world.
What begins as a simple act of kindness soon turns into something far more complicated, because Nina came back for revenge.
She never planned to fall in love.
**********
"I saw you with him," Lucas said quietly, but the tension in his jaw gave him away.
Nina exhaled, crossing her arms. "You don't get to care."
"Don't I?" He stepped in, close enough that she had to tilt her head back to meet his eyes.
"This is just a contract."
"Then why does it bother me?" His hand hovered near her waist, not touching-yet.
"It shouldn't." Her breath faltered.
His gaze darkened, "And yet it does."
