Bitten By The Billionaire: My Darkest Night
I spent three weeks scrubbing carbonized grease off woks at the Jade Garden, hiding my elite tactical training behind raw knuckles and a practiced, submissive stutter. My mission was the only thing keeping me sane: finding my sister, Elena, who vanished into thin air after her phone last pinged near the city’s Restricted Sector.
The breakthrough came when my boss, a bully named Uncle Wong, forced me to take a delivery to 101 Blackwood Drive—a high-security fortress where the drivers whispered that people went in and never came back right. It was a geographic match for Elena's last known location, but as I rode my battered scooter toward the massive steel gates, I realized I wasn't just investigating a lead; I was walking into a spider's web.
The mansion was a monolith of cold concrete and military-grade surveillance, owned by Hugh Bradford, a billionaire who controlled the city’s elite like puppets. During my delivery, the magnetic locks hissed shut, the lights died, and I was plunged into absolute darkness with a predator who didn't want my money. Bradford pinned me against a stainless steel counter and did something unthinkable: he sank his teeth into my shoulder, using the rhythm of my frantic pulse to anchor his own fractured mind.
I escaped with a bruised neck and a thousand-dollar "tip," feeling the crushing weight of his violation and the terrifying realization that my "clumsy immigrant" act hadn't fooled him for a second. I didn't understand why a man of his power would treat a delivery girl like a biological drug, or what he had done to the other girls who had vanished behind those black glass walls.
My heart hammered against my ribs as I realized I was being hunted by a man who could buy and sell my life a thousand times over.
"You're terrified," he had whispered in the dark, and for the first time in years, I wasn't faking it.
Back in my apartment, I found a note tucked inside the cash that confirmed my worst fears:
"For the inconvenience. See you Tuesday."
He thinks he’s found a new toy to play with, but he just gave me the one thing I needed to find my sister—an invitation to go back inside and finish what I started.
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Chapter 9
She sprinted down the hallway, her boots skidding on the marble. The digital eyes on the walls seemed to track her, blurring as she ran.
The lights in the hallway were still out. She ran by memory, her hand trailing the wall.
"Aura, unlock front door," the voice that echoed over the intercom was still synthetic, but the modulator seemed to glitch, the pitch wavering for a second, revealing a hint of a low, breathless human tone underneath before correcting itself. He was letting her go.
The front door slid open ahead, revealing the grey, rainy night.
She burst into the cold air, gulping it down like water. She scrambled onto her scooter, her hands shaking so badly she dropped the keys again.
"Dammit!" She snatched them up from the wet gravel, scraping her knuckles.
She kicked the engine to life. Before she peeled out, she risked a glance back at the house.
The front door was open. He was standing in the frame of light, a silhouette against the amber glow of the foyer.
He was touching his lips with two fingers, watching her.
She gunned the engine and tore down the driveway. She didn't slow down until she hit the main road of the Zone, merging into traffic with reckless speed.
She pulled into an alley behind a dumpster three blocks away. She ripped off her uniform jacket, hauling her shirt down to check her shoulder in the reflection of the scooter's side mirror.
There was a red mark. Teeth marks. But no blood.
She touched it, wincing. It was tender.
She felt violated. But mostly, she felt confused.
Why didn't he stop her? He could have crushed her.
She checked her pockets.
The envelope. She still had it.
She opened it. It wasn't just cash this time. Inside was two thousand dollars and a note.
The note was handwritten on heavy, cream-colored cardstock. The ink was black, the handwriting jagged and aggressive.
For the inconvenience. See you Tuesday.
Tuesday. Two days from now.
He expected her back. He knew she would come back.
She crushed the note in her fist.
"You arrogant bastard," she hissed at the rain.
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8.0
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But love after loss is never simple. Can Claire trust her heart again. Can Jack embrace the future instead of living in the past.
This Christmas, two families are given a second chance to heal, to hope, and to find themselves forever in each other's arms.
Christmas in Your Arms is a heartwarming holiday romance filled with tender moments, snowy nights, and the magic of love that feels like coming home.
8.7
For eighteen years, I lived as the lowest Omega in the Silver Moon Pack, surviving only because Alpha Gideon took me under his wing.
But the moment his coffin was lowered into the ground, his wife and the new Alpha son immediately turned on me.
"Her presence has brought a curse upon us!"
Luna Lyra pointed a trembling finger at me in the freezing rain, blaming me for Gideon's sudden death.
She stripped me of my pack ties and permanently exiled me into the deadly wilderness with nothing but a wooden toy.
The entire pack watched with cold contempt as I was thrown out like garbage.
To make matters worse, the new Alpha later hunted me down in the woods, threatening to kill me just to steal the only thing Gideon had secretly left behind for me—an ancient, unreadable book.
I didn't understand why they hated me so deeply, or what terrifying secret this blank book held that made my own pack want me dead.
But the moment my foot crossed the pack boundary, an ancient, immense power I never knew I had snapped free inside my veins.
I was no longer their weak Omega.
And when I escaped deeper into the forest and crashed straight into the arms of a wounded Rogue, my destiny completely rewrote itself.
Because he wasn't just a Rogue, but the legendary Northern Alpha King.
And as his glowing golden eyes locked onto mine, our inner wolves roared the exact same word:
"Mate!"
9.1
Amélie Rousseau grows up believing that honesty, hard work, and faith will save her from poverty.
Paris proves her wrong.
Despite her brilliance, every door stays closed-until the day Clara Duval, the woman Amélie once helped, steals her future through lies, favors, and corruption. When Amélie dares to speak up, the system silences her and laughs.
That is when Monsieur Lefèvre offers her a way out.
Under his guidance, Amélie learns the true language of power-deception, loyalty, and sacrifice. One lie leads to another, and soon she rises in the same world that once rejected her.
But Julien Moreau, the man who loves the girl she used to be, watches her change.
At the height of her success, Amélie must choose: destroy Julien to protect her empire, or expose the corruption and lose everything.
Because in Paris, goodness is not free-
and survival always demands a price.
8.9
Suddenly, it was his turn to gasp. Fear. Shock. Disbelief. I couldn't tell, but he released my hand like it was some poisonous object.
He turned away from me, towards the boys. "We are doomed. She will bring an end to us all."
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She hates her birthdays, they are her nightmares.
But her eighteenth birthday turns out to be her worse - finding out the man she's called 'dad' all these years isn't her dad. And his biological twin sons are her destined mates.
But that's not the problem. She is.
She's the dragon that shouldn't be let to live.
She's a doom to the dragon tribe...even to her own mates.
Now, every dragon wants her dead. And the witches' clan want her powerful blood.
The only people who can protect her, are the very people her demon dragon wants to destroy!
Dive into this paranormal fantasy and follow Heina on a journey of self-discovery, character growth and unleashing powers that will ruin everything and everyone... including her mates.
7.5
Arthur Lucas is a billionaire who survives by control, not love. When a scandal threatens to destroy his empire, he needs a wife fast. Someone clean, respectable, and silent. Kiah Taylor needs money to save her brother from prison. Their contract marriage is supposed to be simple. But the scandal isn't about Arthur. It's about Kiah. The moment she becomes his wife, enemies close in. Secrets surface. Lives are threatened. Love becomes dangerous. And survival is no longer guaranteed.
9.4
"I'm terribly sorry my champagne found your face so magnetic, Captain."
Theodore Ashford does not get angry. No - he smiles. Slow. Amused. Dangerous.
"No apology necessary, Lady Cruelton. In fact, I insist you join us for dinner next week. I find you... fascinating."
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Beatrice Whitmore died once already.
She wakes up inside a 1940s romance novel - not as the heroine, but as the infamous purple-haired villainess destined for scandal, disgrace, and an early grave. Everyone hates Lady Cruelton.
Which is perfect.
Because survival comes with rules.
A mysterious System rewards her with Hatred Points for humiliation, social ruin, and expertly executed cruelty. The more she's despised, the longer she lives. Reform is fatal. Kindness is suicide.
Being terrible should be easy.
Until Captain Theodore Ashford - decorated war hero, heir to an estate as vast as his ego - refuses to despise her. Immune to her schemes, unfazed by her insults, he watches her with knowing amusement... as if he sees through every calculated performance.
Faking her death was supposed to secure her escape from the plot.
Instead, his attention drags her deeper into it.
Now Beatrice must outmaneuver gossip, rewrite a story determined to destroy her, and earn enough Hatred Points to survive - without falling for the only man who doesn't hate her.
Because in a world where love is the true death sentence for a villainess...
Cruelty might be her only way out