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 6
A groan escaped me as I tossed in bed, blinking against the morning light. Wait...
My eyes flew open and I lunged for my alarm clock, the same one that apparently decided to retire without notice.
"Shit." I scrambled out of the sheets, half-tripping as I bolted to the bathroom.
Between breaking off my engagement, dodging my ex-fiancé's father, and the chaos after the bombing, I hadn't had a moment to breathe. Last night was the first proper sleep I'd gotten in days... too proper, apparently.
I got ready at record speed, rushing for Ellie's New Year's party at the hospital. It was a sweet idea, throwing a celebration for patients who couldn't go home for the holidays but right now, I was mostly focused on not arriving late enough for Ellie to kill me.
I grabbed my keys off the counter and rushed out the door. I hadn't even made it two minutes into the drive before my phone started ringing.
Groaning, I balanced it between my shoulder and ear while fumbling for my hospital pass.
"Catherine speaking."
"Miss Catherine," came Ronald's voice through the receiver, smooth, deep, and enough to momentarily knock the breath out of me.
"I'm calling to remind you of our date."
My brows drew together as I looped the pass around my neck. "Date?"
He chuckled, the low sound doing to me things I didn't want to admit. "It might have been a dream then. But since I have you on the line I'd like to ask you to accompany me to the New Years town gala."
My fingers drummed against the steering wheel. "I..."
"It's strictly business," he cut in. "With everything that happened at the town square, I want to announce my candidacy for mayor. Build some momentum."
I bit the inside of my cheek.
I mean... he wasn't wrong. As his agent, I was supposed to be there for announcements like this, spin the story, follow up with the press. It was my job. Still, after the other night, the night we almost kissed... I almost kissed him, I didn't trust myself around him. Not entirely.
But I couldn't run from him forever. I signed up for this project, and I wasn't a quitter.
"My sister's party is today," I said finally, "but I think I can carve out some time."
"Perfect," he said. "I'll pick you up from the hospital."
"No!" I blurted. "No, it's fine. I have a few things to take care of before then."
A bloody lie but who's keeping track?
"I don't mind," he said smoothly. "Maybe I can help with whatever it is you've got going on."
I laughed nervously. "That's my job, Mr. Tu-Ronald."
"I'll pick you up at five?"
I hesitated, cursed my inability to say no, then sighed. "Five is fine."
"See you then, Miss Catherine."
"Bye."
I pulled up at the hospital parking lot, literally running through the place. By the time I'd got to the top floor I was sweating and out of breath.
Ellie turned with her IV pole in tow. "I was starting to think you'd bailed."
I pressed a hand to my chest, trying to steady my breathing. "Not a million years. How can I help?"
She grinned and held up a set of deflated inflatable letters. "Those lungs look healthy. Put them to work."
The lungs in question felt like they were on fire, but regardless of that, I took the letters and got to work while Ellie disappeared with some of her friends.
"Miss Catherine," Hannah, the head nurse, called, beaming as she walked over. "Always wonderful to see you. I see you're already pitching in, as usual. This year's party is going to be our best yet."
She pulled out a chair and added, "The board of directors and a few investors will be joining us."
I slid closer as my curiosity grew. "Is something going on?"
She giggled like we were sharing a secret. "No, dear. Just the usual donor check-in. They want to see where their money's going."
I hummed in response and before I could say anything else, she was called away. Now I noticed it, the slightly over the top decorations, staff in their brightest uniforms, the air was filled with excitement. A smile ghosted over my face but the moment was cut off by the rumble of my stomach.
That's what happens when you leave the house on adrenaline alone.
I wandered down to my favorite vending machine, popped in some coins, and waited for my candy bar to drop. The wrapper crinkled loudly in the quiet hallway.
I took a bite and sighed. "You really need to get your life together, Catherine," I muttered to the chocolate.
"Don't be too hard on yourself."
I jumped, nearly dropping the candy as I spun around, my pulse thundering in my ears.
"Mr... Ronald." My breath caught. "What are you doing here?"
If I didn't know any better I would have thought he was following around like a stalker. But I did. Ronald didn't chase women, they chased him.
"I'm here for the party." He announced like that much was obvious.
My confusion must've shown on my face, because he added, "I'm an investor. Got the invite yesterday. Wasn't planning on coming... until I heard you'd be here."
My breath hitched. Did he just... admit to coming here because of me? Reel it in Catherine. Don't do that thing you usually do, where you overthink and end up getting way ahead of yourself. He probably came to talk about the campaign... yeah. That's probably it.
I forced a polite smile, crumpling the paper of the candy bar. "Enjoy the party Ronald."
I started to walk past him, but his hand gently closed around my arm, sending a wave of heat straight to my face. I looked up at him, his eyes gleaming with unspoken words.
It seemed like time slowed and nothing else existed apart from that moment. But then he slowly let go, clearing his throat.
"Forgive me," he said quietly. "That was uncalled for. I'll be at the main hall with the others."
I nodded stiffly, brushing past him with a weak smile and the crumpled candy wrapper clenched in my fist like it was holding me together.
Why did he always have to look at me like that?
I ducked into the staff lounge, shutting the door behind me as if that flimsy piece of wood could block out the chaos he left in his wake. I slumped into the nearest chair and buried my face in my hands.
I just needed a moment to gather my thoughts before I could return to Catherine with the nerve of steel. Except the moment didn't come.
Instead, Ellie barged in with a silver paper crown on her head, and a twinkle in her eyes that made me immediately suspicious.
"Guess who's charming the socks off every investor in the main hall?" she said, sing-songing the words like a high school gossip.
I groaned into my hands. "Ellie, don't-"
"Too late," she interrupted gleefully, dropping into the seat beside me. "Your not-boyfriend just made a donation big enough to fund two new pediatric wards. Two, Catherine. I nearly choked on my juice box."
I looked at her sideways. "Maybe he actually believes in the cause."
"Oh, I'm sure he does. But I also think he believes in you," she said, wiggling her eyebrows. "You should've seen how he was watching the door. Like some lovesick vampire waiting for his midnight snack."
"Ellie," I warned, fighting the heat creeping up my neck.
She held up her hands. "Fine, fine. I'll drop it. But don't come crying to me when he ends up in the gossip columns with some heiress and you're here pretending you never had a chance."
"I'm not pretending," I muttered. "There is no chance. I'm his agent. This is business. Strictly. Besides I just broke up with Jayden... his son."
Ellie gave me a long, knowing look. "Sure. Just keep telling yourself that."
She left me with that bomb and bounced back into the hallway, probably to terrorize another unsuspecting nurse with her blunt observations. I stayed a moment longer, letting the silence settle around me before finally standing and straightening my dress.
Business.
I kept chanting it like a mantra as I returned to the party preparations, past the cheerful chaos of balloons and sparkly decorations. I managed to avoid Ronald for the next hour, though I caught sight of him a few times, surrounded by donors, a polite smile on his face, but his eyes were always drifting.
It was almost five when Hannah waved me over with a clipboard and a beaming smile.
"Could you help me with the raffle announcements?" she asked. "We're short one volunteer."
"Sure," I said automatically, anything to take my mind off this.
I was halfway through reading out ticket numbers when I caught a flicker of movement near the entrance. Ronald. He stood by the doors, watching me. Not the raffle. Not the cheerful crowd. Me.
And I hated how that made my heart skip.
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8.3
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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.