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.
Katie was forced to marry Dillan, a notorious ruffian. Her younger sister mocked her, "You're just an adopted daughter. Count your blessings for marrying him!" The world anticipated Katie's tribulations, but her married life unfurled with unexpected serenity. She even snagged a lavish mansion in a raffle! Katie jumped into Dillan's arms, credited him as her lucky charm. "No, Katie, it's you who brings me all this luck," Dillan replied. Then, one fateful day, Dillan's childhood friend came to her. "You're not worthy of him. Take this 50 million and leave him!" Katie finally grasped Dillan's true stature—the wealthiest man on the planet. That night, trembling with trepidation, she broached the subject of divorce with Dillan. However, with a domineering embrace, he told her, "I'd give you everything I have. Divorce is off the table!"
Loraine was a dutiful wife to Marco since they got married three years ago. However, he treated her like trash. Nothing she did softened his heart. One day, Loraine got fed up with it all. She asked him for a divorce and left him to enjoy with his mistress. The elites looked at her like she was deranged. "Are you out of your mind? Why are you so willing to divorce him?" "It's because I need to return home to get a billion-dollar fortune. Besides, I don't love him anymore," Loraine replied with a smile. They all laughed at her. Some believed that the divorce affected her mentally. It wasn't until the next day that they realized she wasn't fibbing. A woman was suddenly declared the world's youngest female billionaire. It turned out to be Loraine! Marco was shocked to the bone. When he met his ex-wife again, she was a changed person. A group of handsome young men surrounded her. She was smiling at them all. The sight made Marco's heart ache severely. Putting his pride aside, he tried to win her back. "Hello, love. I see that you are a billionaire now. You shouldn't be with suckers who just want your money. How about you come back to me? I'm a billionaire too. Together, we can build a strong empire. What do you say?" Loraine squinted at her ex-husband with her lips curled in disgust.
Everyone was shocked to the bones when the news of Rupert Benton's engagement broke out. It was surprising because the lucky girl was said to be a plain Jane, who grew up in the countryside and had nothing to her name. One evening, she showed up at a banquet, stunning everyone present. "Wow, she's so beautiful!" All the men drooled, and the women got so jealous. What they didn't know was that this so-called country girl was actually an heiress to a billion-dollar empire. It wasn't long before her secrets came to light one after the other. The elites couldn't stop talking about her. "Holy smokes! So, her father is the richest man in the world?" "She's also that excellent, but mysterious designer who many people adore! Who would have guessed?" Nonetheless, people thought that Rupert didn't love her. But they were in for another surprise. Rupert released a statement, silencing all the naysayers. "I'm very much in love with my beautiful fiancee. We will be getting married soon." Two questions were on everyone's minds: "Why did she hide her identity? And why was Rupert in love with her all of a sudden?"
Rejected by her mate, who had been her long-time crush, Jasmine felt utterly humiliated. Seeking solace, she headed to a party to drown her sorrows. But things took a turn for the worse when her friends issued a cruel dare: kiss a stranger or beg her mate for forgiveness. With no other choice, Jasmine approached a stranger and kissed him, thinking that would be the end of it. However, the stranger unexpectedly wrapped his arms around her waist and whispered in her ear, "You're mine!" He growled, his words sending shivers down her spine. And then, he offered her a solution that would change everything...
"The entire wealthy circle in Seattle knew how much Stella Carlson loved Aaron Malone. People watched the childhood sweethearts grow from inexperience to maturity, finally getting married in a grand wedding ceremony. On the day of the wedding, despite the alliance between the Carlson and Malone families, the groom ran away. Stella knew that Aaron had rushed to L.A. to take care of his ex-girlfriend, who had attempted suicide. Unwilling to become the laughingstock of all Seattle, she gritted her teeth and dialed the number of her adversary, her tone almost commanding, "Ethan, come and marry me now. This is your only chance for revenge." On the other end, Ethan Powers raised an eyebrow as he gripped his phone, staring at the floor littered with cigarette butts. "Did the groom run away?" he asked. "My darling."
After three secretive years of marriage, Eliana never met her enigmatic husband until she was served with divorce papers and learned of his extravagant pursuit of another. She snapped back to reality and secured a divorce. Thereafter, Eliana unveiled her various personas: an esteemed doctor, legendary secret agent, master hacker, celebrated designer, adept race car driver, and distinguished scientist. As her diverse talents became known, her ex-husband was consumed by remorse. Desperately, he pleaded, "Eliana, give me another chance! All my properties, even my life, are yours."