Eleanor Wilson, the daughter of a young millionaire, gets used by her own family as bait for money. A one nightstand worth Fifty million dollars. She is drugged and taken to the bed of the Billionaire, she escapes and ends up in the bed of the youngest billionaire in New York. In order to hid her shame, she runs away but is shocked to get a revelation of how her family had always used her and saw her as trash. They find her and keep her hostage, she manages to escape and travels to another country. Few years passed she arrives with a daughter and a son, to do only one thing. To take revenge.
CHAPTER ONE
"What insolence!" Mr. Harrison bellowed, his voice ricocheting off the office walls. His face was flushed, a deep shade of crimson that made the veins on his temples protrude with alarming clarity. His hands clenched into fists, trembling slightly, betraying the fury he barely contained. "What do you guys take me for?" he added, his voice a sharp, biting whip.
"We are sorry, sir," Mr. Wilson stammered, his tone almost pleading as he struggled to maintain composure. Beads of sweat formed on his brow despite the cool air conditioning in the room.
"Keep those fake apologies to yourself! I do not need them," Mr. Harrison snapped, his voice laced with disdain. The room fell silent, the tension so thick it was almost palpable.
"I'm calling off the contract," he declared with a finality that left no room for negotiation. "I don't want to work with such a company as yours," he added, spitting the words out as if they tasted vile on his tongue. With that, he turned on his heel and stormed out, his polished shoes clicking sharply against the tiled floor.
"Mr. Harrison... Mr. Harrison, please," Mr. Wilson called after him, desperation evident in his tone. But it was futile. Mr. Harrison was already halfway down the corridor, his imposing frame flanked by his stoic bodyguards, who trailed him like shadows.
Back in the office, Mr. Wilson let out a frustrated groan and slammed his fist onto the polished mahogany table. The loud thud reverberated in the room, causing a few loose papers to flutter momentarily. "Shit!" he exclaimed, his voice thick with frustration.
"Calm down, honey," Mrs. Wilson said gently, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder. Her voice was soft, but there was an edge of concern in her tone, her perfectly manicured nails lightly tapping against his crisp white shirt as if trying to soothe him.
A sudden knock on the door disrupted the tense silence. "Come in," Mr. Wilson barked, running a hand through his graying hair as he settled into his chair, trying to regain his composure.
The door opened slightly, and the secretary stepped in with a polite smile, her heels clicking softly against the floor. "Good day, sir," she began, her voice measured and professional. "A man in his middle fifties has requested to see you. He says he has a deal to offer."
Mr. Wilson adjusted his glasses, the faint sheen of frustration in his eyes giving way to mild curiosity. "Let him in," he said curtly, nodding his approval.
"Yes, sir. Right away," the secretary replied, bowing slightly before retreating from the room.
"What could the deal be about? I hope it's a great fortune," Mrs. Wilson remarked, her lips curling into an eager smile. Her voice carried an undertone of excitement, betraying her underlying hopes.
"Of course, it will be," Mr. Wilson replied, his tone laced with forced optimism as he leaned back in his chair. His eyes flickered toward the door expectantly.
Moments later, the door opened again, revealing a man with a commanding presence. He walked in with purposeful strides, his tailored suit impeccably pressed, exuding an air of confidence. Without waiting for an invitation, he took a seat opposite Mr. Wilson, his sharp eyes scanning the room briefly before settling on his host.
"Good day," he greeted, his voice smooth and deep, carrying a certain authority.
"Good day," Mr. Wilson replied, nodding slightly. The two exchanged polite but guarded smiles, each man sizing up the other in the brief silence that followed.
"I would like us to be business partners," the man began, his words deliberate and measured. "But first, I'd like to make a deal with you," he added, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips, making him appear both charming and slightly menacing.
"A deal worth fifty million naira," he stated, letting the figure hang in the air like an electrified charge.
Mr. Wilson's mood brightened instantly, the stress from earlier fading into the background. His eyes sparkled with renewed interest. Beside him, Mrs. Wilson gasped audibly, her hand flying to her chest as her jaw dropped slightly.
"Fifty million naira?!" she exclaimed, unable to mask her astonishment. Her voice was high-pitched, and her excitement bubbled over in her tone.
"We already have a deal!" she declared impulsively, stepping forward with enthusiasm. Her movements were quick, almost eager, as she closed the distance between herself and the stranger.
"I'm sorry. I didn't catch your name," Mr. Wilson interjected, his voice steady as he tried to rein in his wife's exuberance.
"Taylor," the man replied simply, his smirk widening slightly as he leaned back in his chair.
"Kindly overlook my wife's behavior," Mr. Wilson said, his tone apologetic yet firm. "She's just... too excited," he explained, his lips pressing into a tight smile.
"Oh no!" Mr. Taylor responded smoothly, his tone lighthearted. "I like her intuition," he added, his eyes briefly flickering toward Mrs. Wilson, who blushed slightly under his gaze.
"So, Mr. Wilson," he continued, leaning forward slightly. "I want a one-night stand with one of your daughters tonight for fifty million naira. Do we have a deal?" His words were delivered with a calmness that belied the gravity of his request.
Mr. Wilson's eyes widened in shock. "A one-night stand with my daughter?!" he repeated, his voice rising as the outrage in his tone became evident. His face flushed red, and his hands clenched into fists once again.
Before he could say more, Mrs. Wilson stepped forward, her hand extended toward Mr. Taylor. "We have a deal," she said firmly, her tone leaving no room for argument.
"What are you doing?" Mr. Wilson hissed, his voice low and furious.
"Let me see you off then," Mrs. Wilson said to Mr. Taylor, completely ignoring her husband's protest. She ushered him toward the door with a sense of urgency.
"Can I have your ID? I'll contact you," she said sweetly once they reached the door.
"Sure," Mr. Taylor replied with a knowing smile, handing over his card before stepping out.
As soon as the door closed behind him, Mr. Wilson rounded on his wife. "What was that about? Why didn't you let me give him a piece of my mind?" he shouted, his anger boiling over.
"What piece of your mind?" she shot back, her tone sharp and dismissive. "You almost ruined things for us!" she added, her voice rising to match his.
"What do you mean by that?" Mr. Wilson demanded, his brows furrowing deeply as he glared at her.
"I mean, let's take a look at things logically," she began, her voice softening slightly as she tried to reason with him. "We both know the company is suffering a great loss. We're going broke, financially speaking."
"So, we're supposed to stake Mia for it?" he snapped, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
"Of course not!" she retorted quickly, shaking her head. "Mia is too delicate for that," she added, her voice dropping to a near whisper.
"Then who?" he asked, his tone skeptical.
"Eleanor," she replied after a moment's hesitation, her voice barely audible.
Mr. Wilson's head snapped toward her, his expression a mix of disbelief and fury. For a moment, it seemed as though he might explode. But then, to her surprise, a slow, calculating smile spread across his face. "Deal," he said simply.
Mrs. Wilson let out a sigh of relief, her own lips curving into a satisfied smile. "Great choice," she said, picking up Mr. Taylor's ID card and dialing his number.
"So, we've decided," she said sweetly once the call connected. "Where do you want her to come?"
"Paradise Hotel. 9 p.m.," Mr. Taylor replied, his voice smooth and businesslike.
"And the money?" she asked, her tone equally professional.
"I'll be making the deposit to you right away," he replied. "On one condition: you give the girl 50% of the money," he added.
Mrs. Wilson's eyes darted toward her husband, who nodded silently. She suppressed a scowl, muttering under her breath, "Why does she have to get lucky each time?"
"Of course, Mr. Taylor," she replied sweetly, her tone betraying no hint of her irritation.
"Guess we have a deal, then?" he asked.
"Yes, deal," she confirmed, her voice smooth as silk.
"The wolf doesn't know what it's lost until the moon refuses to guide it." Damien's rejection burned into Elena's soul, but it also ignited a fire she didn't know she had. Now, as she stands before the man who broke her, with secrets that could shatter his world, the question is: Will she grant him a second chance-or take him down with the empire he abandoned her for?
"I Logan Lee Parker, Alpha of the Silver river pack........reject you, Elena Almeria Knight. You're not worthy to be my wife" Logan's deep baritone declares. Everyone present gasp in disbelief, some laughs with scornful gazes and smirks. Elena felt her whole world coming to an end, now she really wished the floor would open and take her in. Her chest constricted and her heart shattered to pieces. Was she dreaming? It can't be true? She thought to herself staring deeply at Logan. She had waited for this day, only to be rejected. 'Logan, why?' she mindlinked him as her eyes blurred with tears. But instead, he stared at her with an emotionless gaze. With no ounce of remorse or any type of guilt in his eyes. Just when she thought there was a flicker of remorse or pity in his eyes and her heart leaped a little in hope, he looked away. Darting his gaze behind Elena, she was forced to look back, to know what got his attention. Her eyes widened in shock as her once fated mate declare and chose her cousin as his mate. Lisa glared at her and her lips tilted into a victory smirk. Everything came running in her mind in a blur, she didn't want to believe it. The rejection, the pain, it was hurting and Logan didn't seem to care at all. He cheated on her and she forgave him and still, he chose her cousin and broke their bond. Trying her best to contemplate all that just happened, internalizing everything to come back to the reality- she wasn't dreaming. Ivana gets angry and when she takes over, her eyes changes to Ivana's gold ones and in a blink of an eye- she vanished from the pack.
**Blurb** Determined to prove his worth as the young Alpha and silence whispers of inadequacy, Xavier Williams takes an audacious step-entering the human world disguised as a high school student to find his destined mate. But fate has a cruel sense of humor. His path collides with Isabella Houston, the one human who challenges his authority, disrespects him at every turn, and ignites a fiery rage within him. The same human who turns out to be his mate. Caught between his loathing for her and the undeniable bond they share, Xavier makes a rash decision to reject her. Yet, his best friend and loyal Beta, Connor, refuses to let him walk away so easily, vowing to ensure Xavier embraces his destiny. Why does Xavier despise Isabella so deeply? Will he return to the pack alone, or will Connor's determination change his heart? Can Xavier accept a mate he never wanted but might desperately need? Find out in this thrilling tale of love, defiance, and destiny!
"I curse you today may you and your generation never experience the joy of being a mother,this is the curse of a mother'' Roselyn cursed with every last strength in her as another bullet went into her stomach and a loud sound of laughter was heard as Roselyn became unconscious, and footsteps of someone coming was heard and the person who shot roselyn ran away ** Sis what happened to you,wake up sis please wake up'' lyndia screamed admist tears as roselyn suddenly become conscious. "Sis..sis sit up'' lyndia said heaving a sigh of relief"I dont have much time please save my child...please save her...please'' roselyn pleaded ignoring all the pain she was feeling as lyndia nodded ** "I will keep you save from the hands of the wicked,i wont let your mother sacrifice go in vain,i will take you away from this country'' lyndia said as she boarded a bus ** What happens when Nina runs away from home in order to fulfil her dreams and falls in love with Michael the son of the person who killed her mother,and unknowingly get married to him. What happens when Nina finds out that her mother in law killed her biological mom What happen when Nina becomes pregnant and soon finds out about the curse Will Nina leave Michael? Will she avenge her mom's death?? Will the curse come to pass?? Will Justice ever be served??? Follow me on this ride to meet Nina and Micheal silly love story. In the new story alert CURSE OF A MOTHER.
Charlee was left at the altar and became a laughingstock. She tried to keep her head high, but ultimately lost it when she received a sex tape of her fiance and her half-sister. Devastated, she ended up spending a wild night with a hot stranger. It was supposed to be one-time thing, but he kept popping up, helping her with projects and revenge, all while flirting with her constantly. Charlee soon realized that it was nice having him around, until her ex suddenly appeared at her door, begging for another chance. Her tycoon lover asked, “Who will you choose? Think carefully before you answer.”
In order to fulfill her grandfather's last wish, Stella entered into a hasty marriage with an ordinary man she had never met before. However, even after becoming husband and wife on paper, they each led separate lives, barely crossing paths. A year later, Stella returned to Seamarsh City, hoping to finally meet her mysterious husband. To her astonishment, he sent her a text message, unexpectedly pleading for a divorce without ever having met her in person. Gritting her teeth, Stella replied, "So be it. Let’s get a divorce!" Following that, Stella made a bold move and joined the Prosperity Group, where she became a public relations officer that worked directly for the company’s CEO, Matthew. The handsome and enigmatic CEO was already bound in matrimony, and was known to be unwaveringly devoted to his wife in private. Unbeknownst to Stella, her mysterious husband was actually her boss, in his alternate identity! Determined to focus on her career, Stella deliberately kept her distance from the CEO, although she couldn't help but notice his deliberate attempts to get close to her. As time went on, her elusive husband had a change of heart. He suddenly refused to proceed with the divorce. When would his alternate identity be uncovered? Amidst a tumultuous blend of deception and profound love, what destiny awaited them?
Yelena discovered that she wasn't her parents' biological child. After seeing through their ploy to trade her as a pawn in a business deal, she was sent away to her barren birthplace. There, she stumbled upon her true origins—a lineage of historic opulence. Her real family showered her with love and adoration. In the face of her so-called sister's envy, Yelena conquered every adversity and took her revenge, all while showcasing her talents. She soon caught the attention of the city's most eligible bachelor. He cornered Yelena and pinned her against the wall. “It's time to reveal your true identity, darling.”
"I've warned you from the beginning. Don't marry him, but you won't listen." She stood close to me and smiled with concern. "You are not a woman worthy of a man as handsome, rich, smart, and virile as Blaze." My whole body trembled at her words. "Have you no shame?" I asked in a quivering voice. "Take a good look at yourself, Heather." She looked at me in the mirror. "You can't even look at your ugly face. Do you think Blaze can endure a lifetime of looking at that face?" Heather Bailey had a surprise from her husband that night: a divorce agreement. After a year of marriage and facing ups and downs, she couldn't believe Blaze intended to divorce her. But she was devastated when she saw him gazing lovingly at another woman because that person was closest to her. Shortly after she put her signature on their divorce papers, shock waves caught her up. Her flower shop was severely burnt, beyond repair. Her father's company collapsed, and her parents blamed her. She struggled to rebuild her life from the ground up and became more successful than ever. Having many customers who came from influential families, she started her action against Blaze. She won the very thing he wanted. But that was just the beginning.
"I heard you're going to marry Marcelo. Is this perhaps your revenge against me? It's very laughable, Renee. That man can barely function." Her foster family, her cheating ex, everyone thought Renee was going to live in pure hell after getting married to a disabled and cruel man. She didn't know if anything good would ever come out of it after all, she had always thought it would be hard for anyone to love her but this cruel man with dark secrets is never going to grant her a divorce because she makes him forget how to breathe.
Elin spent twenty years deeply loving her husband, finally marrying him just as she'd always dreamed. But reality shattered her illusions—he wasn't the man she believed. Instead, he callously destroyed her family, crushing her heart beyond repair. At her lowest point, Ruben, equally betrayed that night, approached her steadily. "Marry me, Elin. I'll help you take revenge." Yet, after their wedding, she quickly discovered he was dangerously unpredictable. "I made a mistake. Let's divorce..." Ruben slid his arm possessively around her waist, whispering a chilling promise, "Only in death."