Your Dad Is Mine
His fingers slid into my hair, tugging just enough to tilt my head back and expose my throat to him. My pulse thrummed wildly beneath his mouth as he trailed heated kisses along my neck. Each brush of his lips left my skin tingling.
"We shouldn't be doing this, Mr. Turner," I breathed, my voice breaking on a gasp as he found a sensitive spot just beneath my ear and sucked lightly.
His growl was low and primal, vibrating through my skin as he pressed his body against mine. I felt every hard line of him, his heat bleeding through my clothes.
"Why not?" he murmured, his voice rough with restrained need.
I swallowed hard. "You're... you're my ex-fiancé's father."
He paused. For a moment, everything stilled... his breath against my throat, the air between us, even the rain outside seemed to hesitate. Then he lifted his head, and our eyes locked. His were a stormy blue, intense and unwavering.
"No one has to know, Catherine," he said quietly, his voice was like a dark promise wrapped in silk. Then he leaned in with his lips brushing the shell of my ear. "I can be your dirty secret."
A shiver ripped down my spine. His words settled deep in my gut, awakening something dangerous.
I bit my lip. Every cell in my body screamed for me to walk away but I didn't.
Instead, I gripped the front of his shirt, pulled him down, and kissed him hard. Desperately. He rumbled low in his chest, kissing me back with equal hunger, his hands roaming my body like he already knew every curve.
When he finally broke the kiss, I was breathless. Then he dropped to his knees between my legs, with his eyes darker now, almost black with want. Lightning caught in the sharp line of his jaw, and a wicked smirk tugged at his lips.
"I'm going to show you the world," he said. "If you'd let me."
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Chapter 1
I stepped out of the Lyft with a bottle of Rosé in one hand and a box of chocolates in the other. The December wind whipped through my coat, biting at my skin, but I barely felt it through the excitement. I was finally home.
Jayden's manor loomed ahead, glowing with holiday lights, picturesque as always. My heels clicked against the stone pathway as I buzzed myself in, replaying our last phone call.
'Katie, baby, please tell me you're coming home for Christmas. I don't think I can spend another week without you.'
I giggled, nursing a cup of coffee as my secretary passed me some files to sign off on. 'I'm sorry, but work has been so crazy. The firm had a last minute client and I'm this close to losing my mind.'
He sighed. 'I'll miss you.'
I smiled brightly, staring at the 24 karat diamond ring Jayden had used to propose. 'I'm so sorry. I'll be back as soon as I can. I love you.'
'I love you too Katie bear.'
That was two days ago. Luckily I was able to wrap up just in time to catch the last flight back home. I didn't call when I landed. I wanted to surprise him. Big gesture. Classic rom-com moment.
I punched in the gate code and waited as the iron doors buzzed open. My heels echoed in the cold as I climbed the familiar steps. The front door swung open and my breath caught.
Blue eyes. Salt-and-pepper hair. Jaw like a Roman sculpture. Mr. Turner. Jayden's father, looking every bit the man who turned heads without trying.
"Cathrine," his deep voice rumbled through the air, as smooth as aged whiskey. "I wasn't aware you were in town."
I offered a sheepish smile, struggling to balance the oversized chocolate box on my hip. "Yeah... I managed to make it in last minute."
A flicker of something unreadable crossed his face, but he stepped aside. "Jayden's around here somewhere. Make yourself at home."
As he walked away, I noticed, again, how strange it was that I'd never seen him with a woman. Not once in two years. My friends always joked I was dating the wrong Turner. "Ditch the trust fund kid," they'd tease. "Go for the silver fox with actual ambition."
They didn't understand. Jayden could be intense, sure. But he had his moments. We had our moments.
My phone buzzed and I smiled at the text. It was from my sister, Ellie.
I'm so glad you're back in the city. The hospital's like a literal cell. They threw a fit cause I left to get jelly! Save me!
Be good Ellie. I'll be there as soon as I can.
I shoved my phone into my coat and climbed the staircase with a flutter in my chest, careful not to spill the Rosé. His door was slightly ajar. I raised my hand to knock but stopped short.
I furrowed my brows, slowly pressing my ear to the door. Giggles, stumbling, I heard at least two people and from the voices, one was a woman. Confusion still wrapped around me.
Maybe it was Kyle. He always brought his sleazy hookups home and sometimes in his brother's room.
Then I heard his voice... Jayden's.
"You're so goddamn sexy," he slurred, followed by more giggles and the unmistakable sound of kissing.
The world stilled. My lungs forgot how to breathe. I should've walked away or stormed in or done something, but I stood frozen. Until the moaning started.
My heart cracked. I pushed the door open.
Let me tell you what was worse than finding out your fiancé was cheating on you. Your fiancé, cheating on you with your friend.
"Carol?" I whispered but they were too busy sucking each other's tongues off to notice me. Not until I snapped louder, "Jayden!"
They jolted apart like children caught with matches. Jayden fumbled for his pants. Carol scrambled for her shirt, hiding behind him.
"K...Katie?" Jayden stammered.
This had to be some kind of elaborate sick joke. "What... what's going on here?"
Jayden's gaze bounced around. "Baby it's not what it looks like."
"Oh?" I laughed but there was no humor behind it. "Because it looks like you were just cheating on me... with my best friend."
Carol whimpered behind him.
"Carol, why the hell are you hiding? I already saw you."
She stepped out, clutching her shirt to her chest. Her eyes were red.
"Someone better start talking, or I swear to God-"
"I'm sorry Katie!" She cried, curling her shirt to her chest and Jayden cursed under his breath. "I just... we don't..."
"Katie... baby," Jayden stepped forward, slipping into that familiar, manipulative tone. "It was just a dumb mistake." He exhaled, taking a hand through his hair. "We went to Kyle's party together and one thing led to another but I promise you baby, it was just a mistake."
"A mistake?" I repeated, voice rising. "I took an eight-hour flight to surprise you... and this is what I find? That's not a mistake, it's a choice!
Carol chipped in and I swore I would have committed murder. "Katie," she sobbed. "Please it didn't... it didn't mean anything we-"
"Shut the hell up!" I snapped and Jayden stepped in front of Carol, almost like he was... protecting her?
"Look Katie," he started, "I'm a man. And men have urges. I mean... you left for two months."
"I was working!"
"Exactly!" He snapped, "you're always working. You never have time for me. It was inevitable."
I flinched like he'd slapped me. "I spend everyday working my ass if ever since I graduated. I don't come from fancy old money Jayden," I shouted. "I don't have daddy's million dollars to cushion my fall. You know that and you..." I jabbed a finger in his chest. "I trusted you. You're the only man I'd ever been with in my life."
He tore his gaze me with his jaw screwed tight. "Even on those long days, those late nights I made sure we spoke, made sure you were around, moved my meetings around to have dinner," I inhaled. "And you say I didn't make time for you?"
Somebody wake me for this nightmare.
"That's the problem Katie," he said, Carol still clutching on him like a lifeline. "You only care about yourself. I begged you to quit your job. I have money! Heck I can buy the whole state if I wanted to!"
"Your father has the money Jayden," I corrected in a cool, detached tone and his face turned red with anger. Let's just say he didn't like being compared to his father.
"Screw you Katie," he said helping Carol with her dress and an obvious realization that I had been too dumb to notice hit me like a fiegn truck.
"How... how long has this been going on?"
Jayden paused, looking back at me while Carol was the poster of terror. He shrugged. "A few months. You know what?" He said, turning fully to me. "We're done, Katie. You can stay the night or not. Just keep your negative energy away from my stuff."
"Leave the ring on the nightstand," he growled. "That shit cost more than your yearly income."
He brushed past me with Carol and I was too dumbfounded to catch up to what was going on. Did that really just happen? Did he just break up with me, after cheating?
My heart pounded, fury rising like a wave that came too late. "I'M the one who gets to call it quits!" I screamed at the hallway.
They were gone.
I looked down at the ring on my finger, then at the perfectly made bed they'd just desecrated.
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8.3
My husband watched as my skin melted, scalded by boiling soup, yet his hands were busy comforting my attacker. Five years of marriage, built on a foundation of my family's power, crumbled with a single, brutal act of betrayal. He bought me off with a penthouse and a trust fund, but I tore out my IV and threw his charity back in his face.
It was our fifth anniversary, but my husband, Ethan, remained distant, avoiding any talk of Chicago or the mafia protection my family once offered him. He then pushed a black velvet box across the table.
Inside was a Separation and Property Division Agreement, not a diamond. He told me to sign for Ilene's security, offering millions. When I refused, Ilene hurled boiling soup. Ethan shielded her, not me, as the scalding liquid melted my dress.
With second-degree burns, he blamed me, ordering me from our home for Ilene’s comfort. My family saved him, yet he sacrificed my body and marriage for another woman.
The love I felt turned to ash. What kind of debt demanded my flesh and marriage?
I ripped the IV from my arm, hurling his "charity" keys back. My diamond ring placed on the agreement, I walked away. From today on, Ethan, you and I are dead to each other.
9.7
Eliana Rivera is the firstborn daughter of business tycoon Cassian Rivera. When her father's company falls into debt, he marries her off to the arrogant and ruthless billionaire, Alexander Grayson, as part of a business contract and under the threat of blackmail.
Alexander, the billionaire CEO, never planned to marry, but the pressure of blackmail forces him into a union with a woman he barely knows. Although Eliana doesn't see Alexander as her ideal partner, she agrees to the marriage out of a sense of duty.
Once engaged, however, he barely acknowledges her presence and harbours disdain for her because of her father's actions and their relationship. But as they navigate their newfound relationship, the unexpected desire for each other's touch ignites-a twist neither of them planned, leading them toward an unforeseen love.
9.3
Six years ago, my adoptive family framed me for commercial espionage, stripped me of my identity, and threw me out. Now, I finally returned to the Solis estate as a commercial pilot to take back what was mine.
But the first thing my adoptive mother did was threaten me with that forged evidence again. She demanded I take my sister Kiana's place in a marriage contract with a disabled man, simply because Kiana refused to marry him.
When I refused, Kiana ambushed me at the airport with a mob of reporters. She cried for the cameras, publicly accusing me of causing our father's and brother's deaths. She painted me as a ruthless monster who bankrupted the company and ruined the family. The crowd instantly turned on me, screaming that I was a murderer and a gold-digger. Kiana wanted to completely destroy my reputation so I would have no choice but to submit to her arrangement.
I looked at her fake tears, feeling a cold, absolute fury. How dare she use the tragic deaths of the only family members who actually loved me as a prop for her sick show? They had ruined my life once, and now they wanted to bury me alive.
I didn't hesitate. I slapped her hard across the face right in front of the flashing cameras.
"That was for my father and brother."
Then, my real fiancé, a decorated Delta Force commander, rolled through the crowd in his wheelchair. He tossed a classified Pentagon file to the reporters, completely clearing my name and exposing Kiana's lies. I married him to start my revenge, but as I stepped into his heavily secured penthouse that night, I realized my powerful new husband had been preparing for me for a very long time.
7.3
Lukas Reiner built his life based off a promise 9 years ago with Viktor Volkov... the only person who actually saw him and knew him for what he actually was. They dreamed of the same future, the same ice, the same victory together. Until Viktor disappeared without a word, leaving Lukas behind with nothing but silence, rain... and feelings he never got to confess.
Now, Lukas is at the top of college... Captain, prodigy and untouchable on ice until Viktor comes back.
Colder and older, acting like the past never existed.
Their reunion explodes into violence, but being forced to work together drags them into something far more dangerous than hate.
The tension turns into stolen moments and those moments turn into a habit but before either of them can stop it, the line between resentment and desire begins to blur.
Lukas never let go of the past.
Viktor never planned to face it.
But on the ice, there's nowhere left to run.
9.1
June woke up transmigrated into the body of a ruthless billionaire's toxic, disposable wife.
Before she could even process the massive Beverly Hills mansion, a cold system voice announced she had exactly five minutes of lifespan remaining.
To survive, she was forced to bind with the system and strictly maintain the original owner's "brainless, abusive drama queen" persona to earn hours to live.
She was forced to violently slap hot coffee out of a terrified maid's hands and physically spank her manipulative five-year-old stepson.
When she tried to escape this nightmare by throwing divorce papers at her terrifying husband, Isaac Walton, he simply ripped them to shreds.
Every time she tried to be reasonable or show a hint of kindness, the system tortured her with agonizing cardiac pain, cementing her status as the most hated monster in the family.
The most absurd part happened when she threw a hysterical, system-mandated tantrum over a gossip magazine, and Isaac's icy demeanor suddenly melted.
He gently touched her hair, offering the one thing she desperately needed.
"Stop crying. I'll handle it."
Just as a spark of hope ignited in her chest, the system's critical death warning exploded in her skull: accepting his sympathy would instantly deduct thirty days of her life.
To stay alive, June had no choice but to violently slap away the only hand reaching out to save her, forcing herself to play the greedy villain while her husband's gaze turned dangerously dark.
7.4
I was freezing to death in an abandoned cabin, desperately waiting for my fiancé to save me.
Instead, my phone flickered with a video from my adopted sister.
She was smiling as she confessed that she and my fiancé had orchestrated my kidnapping, and my parents' fatal plane crash, just to steal my family's trust fund.
When I called him with my dying breath, he mocked me for faking a PR stunt and hung up.
I died in the sub-zero blizzard, consumed by absolute despair.
But as a ghost, I watched my greatest business rival, the ruthless billionaire Collins, kick down the doors of my mansion.
He didn't just mourn me.
He shot my fiancé, trapped my sister, and set the entire place on fire, choosing to burn alive in the inferno just to avenge me.
I couldn't understand why the man I had publicly despised for a decade loved me so fiercely, while the people I gave everything to wanted me dead.
Opening my eyes again, I was back backstage on the night I won my Oscar, four years ago.
My fiancé smiled, holding out his arms to hug me.
I pushed him away in disgust, marched straight into the crowded theater, and kissed my billionaire rival on live television.
"Let's get married tomorrow."
This time, I would use him to burn them all to the ground.