The Heiress You Destroyed

"I'm not," she lied. He chuckled, a deep, rich sound. "Liar." She smirked, shaking her head. "And what if I am?" His gaze dropped to her lips. "Then I should help you relax." The air between them shifted, thick with unspoken tension. She knew where this was going- and she wanted it to go there. Then he closed the distance. His lips brushed against hers, teasing at first, testing. But the moment she sighed into him, he claimed her-his hands sliding around her waist, pulling her flush against him. The kiss was deep, hungry, like he was tasting something he'd been craving for a long time. Viva clutched at his shirt, losing herself in the sensation. His mouth moved against hers with a slow, intoxicating rhythm, his fingers gripping her hips as if grounding himself in the moment. She pulled away for air, but he chased her lips, nipping lightly at her bottom lip before smirking. "Out of breath already?" His voice was teasing, low, full of amusement. Viva could barely think, let alone speak. He leaned in, brushing his lips over her jaw, then whispered against her skin- "Then you shouldn't have tasted so good." Her stomach tightened, her breath hitching. Maybe this was crazy. Maybe she'd regret it in the morning. But right now, with his hands on her and the heat between them threatening to consume her- She didn't care. Tonight, she wasn't the girl who had been discarded. Tonight, she was the one being wanted. Viva swallowed hard, her body already responding to the heat between them. Her heart thundered as she met his gaze-heated, electric, and filled with something she had never seen in Nathan's eyes. Want. Lust. Obsession. His hands trailed down her back, palms rough against her soft skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. He grabbed her waist, pulling her flush against him, letting her feel every inch of his arousal. A gasp escaped her lips, but he swallowed it with another kiss, his tongue tangling with hers, tasting, exploring, devouring. "You taste addictive," he murmured against her lips, his breath hot, his voice thick with want. She let out a shaky exhale as his hands roamed further, his fingers grazing the hem of her dress. With a slow, deliberate movement, he slid it up, exposing the smooth expanse of her thighs. His lips trailed down her neck, his teeth grazing sensitive skin, making her arch against him, slowly his tongues licks through her thighs, she was shivering, she knows exactly were the journey of his tongue was about to end, and just before he buried his tongues in-between , her legs that were raised just above his head, he asked "Do you want this?" he asked, his lips brushing the shell of her ear, his voice a deep, husky whisper. "Yes," she breathed, no hesitation, no second thoughts. That was all he needed.

He gave her a contract to protect his business. She accepted it to protect herself. In the glitzy world of California's elite, Sierra Monroe thought she was playing make-believe. But every stolen glance, every whispered secret, every protective hold by billionaire Damon Cross blurred the line between business and pleasure. When her estranged husband begins to drag her back into the shadows of his jealousy, Sierra must choose between the safety of a past that no longer serves her, or the terrifying and exhilarating prospect of a future built on love. "Revenge in a Suit and Tie" is a glamorous story of heartbreak, empowerment, and falling for your true love where you least expect to find it: under a contract, behind a tie, and written in the stars.

"Marry me... or watch your family fall." That was the brutal choice Emma Sinclair faced on the worst night of her life. To protect the ones she loves, she becomes the wife of Damien Blackwood - the cold, merciless billionaire who sees love as weakness and marriage as a weapon. To Damien, Emma is nothing but a pawn in his twisted game of revenge. To Emma, he's the man who ruined her life. But what starts as hate quickly spirals into dangerous obsession. He's hiding deadly secrets. She's trapped in his ruthless world. One mistake could destroy them both. As passion collides with betrayal, Emma must decide: Will she run from the man who stole her freedom... Or fall for the devil who just might steal her heart? Enemies to lovers. Forced marriage. Billionaire's obsession. A contract she can't escape... and a love neither of them expected.

The ultrasound gel was cold on my pregnant belly. My fiancé, Markus, and father, Charles-my entire world-were supposedly locked in a crucial investor meeting. But then, an anonymous email. A live stream flickered to life, revealing Charles beaming, proposing to his mistress. My blood ran cold when the camera panned to Markus, smiling beside Chloe Jenkins, her hand resting on her visibly pregnant stomach, announcing their engagement. Their words echoed: my commitment ceremony was a sham, my child illegitimate, merely a pawn in their elaborate scheme to secure the Fairmont empire through the Jenkins women. The man I loved, playing me for a fool for years. A recording from his friends confirmed it: I was just a "naive heiress," knocked up without a real ring, while he secretly chased Chloe. The betrayal was a physical blow. At our family gala, on the anniversary of my mother' s death, Chloe wore my mother' s vintage Chanel. When I confronted her, she staged a fall, framing me. Markus, my Markus, coldly watched as she shoved me backwards, my head hitting the marble balustrade. I gasped, blood blooming on my dress. Both my father and fiancé ignored me, leaving me bleeding, my life' s foundation shattered. My credit cards were declined. Abandoned by family, publicly branded a homewrecker, and physically attacked on the street, I was in despair. Why me? How long had this monstrous lie ensnared me? But just as a chair was poised to strike, a strong hand intervened. Alexander Sterling, the reclusive tech mogul, stepped forward. "Who dares call Mr. Sterling' s child a bastard?" he thundered, sweeping me into his arms. My child, his heir. My world had turned inside out, and a new, powerful game had just begun.

I grew up spoiled, flying first class and dreaming of million-dollar handbags. But for once, I wanted a "real American experience," something my elite family would scoff at. So, I booked a Greyhound bus ticket, planning to save a fortune and prove I wasn't just a pampered rich kid. Then the nightmare jolted me awake, cold sweat gripping my back. It wasn't a dream; it was a memory. A grim, horrifying memory of that other life where my simple act of kindness on this very bus led to unspeakable horrors. I saw her again, "Mama" Darlene, with her sickeningly sweet smile and homemade cookies. I remembered the darkness that followed, waking up in a filthy room, my money gone. I remembered Cletus, Darlene' s son, dragging me into the mountains, bringing me to a shack. The things he did to me, the pain, before they left me for dead in a ditch. To be here again, reliving the beginning of that hell, felt like a cruel joke. Why was I given this second chance, only to endure the terror of knowing what was coming? My stomach clenched as I saw Mama Darlene, already beside my seat, her repulsive grandson pawing at my backpack. Was this nightmare destined to repeat, or could I break free? My hands trembled, but my mind was crystal clear. This time, I was awake. And this time, I was ready to turn their game into my personal battlefield. I grabbed my phone, and with a cold resolve, started calling in favors that would turn their Appalachian nightmare into theirs.

I was Ethan Thorne, heir to the Kingmaker Casino empire. After saving Veronica Vance and her family from a fiery hotel inferno in Monaco, I was rewarded with her hand in marriage, an alliance supposedly forged in gratitude. On our wedding night, her eyes were cold, filled with something far from love. "You ruined everything," she whispered, her voice like ice, before having me kidnapped. She believed my heroism had overshadowed Julian Croft, the man she truly loved. Her men dragged me to a rotting shack deep in the Louisiana bayous and threw me into a dark, alligator-filled pool. The last thing I saw was Veronica' s serene face as Julian, her 'lost' love, reappeared beside her, smirking, his arms full of stolen art. She killed me, not for defiance, but for helping her family. I died in that putrid swamp, gnawed by beasts, wondering how my good deed had become my death sentence. How could saving a life lead to such cold, calculated betrayal? Then, I woke up. Not in the bayou, but on "The Starlight Express," a luxury train. I was Elias, a lowly attendant. News of a sabotaged trestle ahead crackled over the radio. Veronica Vance was on board, her cruel eyes fixed on me. This time, I wouldn't be a hero for anyone. My past kindness had earned me a pit of alligators. Never again.