A billionaire plays alter ego in this breath taking narrative. He goes out to the same woman using two different identities
A billionaire plays alter ego in this breath taking narrative. He goes out to the same woman using two different identities
Violla Milan felt like she had been aimlessly walking in the desert for a very long time. The heat was overwhelming, making her feel like she was burning up. She desperately longed to quench her thirst.
In her dazed state, a man's icy lips covered hers, providing a temporary respite from the scorching heat. She instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, indulging in their passionate encounter.
Moans and pants filled the room, their shadows dancing on the wall, consumed by their burning desire. The dim light prevented Violla from seeing the man's face clearly, but she was overwhelmed by his prowess in bed. They engaged in a wild and savage embrace until dawn broke, and he left.
As Violla gradually regained consciousness, her eyes struggled to focus. She caught a blurry glimpse of the man's back, adorned with a tattoo of a vicious cobra's head at the small of his back. The sight of the tattoo filled her with fear and her heart raced in response.
Violla found herself caught in a dream where she transformed into a vine entwined around a colossal tree, unable to break free. When she awoke, her body ached terribly, adding to her confusion.
Sitting up in bed with a splitting headache, Violla surveyed the chaotic scene around her. The bed was in disarray, and a torn men's shirt lay on the floor. Shocked, she desperately tried to piece together the events of the previous night.
She recalled that at her engagement party, her fiancee had betrayed her, pushing her to the brink of despair. In an attempt to console her, her cousin Leila Smith had taken her to Empire Night to drown her sorrows in alcohol.
In her intoxicated state, Violla had impulsively declared her desire for revenge against her fiancee. Without hesitation, Leila had arranged for a male escort to accompany Violla. As the memories flooded back, Violla clutched her chest in shock, realizing that she had lost her virginity to a stranger. Overwhelmed with frustration, she tugged at her hair in despair.
After some time, Violla snapped out of her trance and hastily dressed herself. As she hurried out of the hotel, a swarm of reporters descended upon her, accompanied by blinding camera flashes and a barrage of harsh questions.
"Miss Milan, is it true that you spent the night with a male escort from Empire Night after your engagement was called off by the Stanleys?" one reporter asked.
Violla Milan stood there, her heart pounding, as the barrage of shocking questions hit her one after another.
"Miss Milan, are you aware that the male escort is a transvestite?" one person asked.
"Miss Milan, did you know your father has gone bankrupt?" another inquired.
"Miss Milan, we have just received news that your father has committed suicide. He jumped off his company's building," yet another person added.
Violla's mind went blank, as if she had just been struck by lightning. Overwhelmed by the devastating revelations, she fled from the scene, unable to find the right words to respond.
The next morning, the headlines blazed with news about Violla and her father: "Richest Man in Red City, Gerald Milan, Goes Bankrupt and Commits Suicide," "Franklin Stanley Dumps Daughter of Gerald Milan โ Violla Milan," "Violla Milan Spends Night at Club with Transvestite Male Escort." Each piece of breaking news quickly made its way to the headlines, turning Violla, once a wealthy heiress, into a despicable and immoral figure overnight. She had lost everything โ her family, her fortune, and her reputation.
Ten months later, the cries of babies filled the air in an unremarkable countryside clinic.
Mrs. Blake approached Violla, holding a baby in her arms, her face filled with excitement. "Miss, congratulations. You have given birth to triplets โ two boys and a girl!"
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Violla arrived in the city with her kids and Mrs. Blake. The plump Mrs. Blake was holding two big pieces of luggage, heaving as she walked. Violla had a denim backpack slung over her shoulder as she squeezed out of the busy train station with her three kids.
To others, they looked like a poor family from the countryside coming to the city to rely on their relatives. "Out of my way, country bumpkin!" A woman wearing a fur coat harshly shoved Mrs. Blake away and insulted her. Violla was about to reprimand that woman when a fleet of luxury cars came to a stop beside her.
Before anyone could react, dozens of security guards alighted from their vehicles and formed two neat rows. Giving a deep bow, they called out in unison, "Welcome back, Mrs. Stanley!"
Hearing the name 'Stanley,' Violla glanced at the convoy and saw the Stanley crest on the cars. ''Are they here for me?'' She grew excited at that thought.
''Could it be that Franklin never betrayed me? Did he call off our engagement because he had no other choice back then? Now that he knows I am back, he must be here to pick me up!'' Violla thought.
"Miss, is Mr. Stanley here to pick us up?" Mrs. Blake asked. A delighted Mrs. Blake was about to step forward when two security guards rudely pushed them away.
A graceful woman dressed in expensive clothing walked out, flanked by an entourage.
Violla's lips parted in surprise. ''Isn't this Leila Smith?'' she asked herself. Leila was clad in a designer suit. She looked more elegant than she was four years ago. Her fingers were curled around the little hand of a boy around the same age as Violla's triplets.
"Mrs. Stanley, Titus this way, please," the security guards greeted them politely.
"I will never take the train again. It's filthy and full of commoners," declared Leila, covering her nose with her handkerchief in disdain.
"Yes, yes. If it weren't for the weather, Mr. Stanley wouldn't have let you and Titus suffer," said the security guard. The security guards escorted Leila and the little boy into a car. Both Leila and her son were so arrogant they didn't even glance around them. Thus, they failed to notice Violla in the crowd.
"What is going on?" Mrs. Blake recognized Leila and blurted out. "Isn't that your cousin? Is she married to Mr. Stanley now?"
"I think so." Violla said. As Stanley's convoy drove away,
''He said I will be his only bride in this life.But now, he's married to my cousin. They even have a big son!'' Violla thought to herself.Tears prickled at Violla's eyes as her nose burned.
"Mommy, what's wrong?" The kids asked when they spotted Violla's red-rimmed eyes, all three of them surrounded her and voiced their concerns. "I am fine." Violla muttered while wiping her eyes dry, she knelt down and pulled the three of them in for a hug.
"Mommy, don't be sad. When I grow up, I'll buy a big car for you. Then, you won't have to suffer anymore," offered her eldest son, Ryan. He thought she was upset because someone had harassed her.
"Mommy, who harassed you? Let me beat them up!" Jason, the second boy, waved his fists adorably and puffed up his cheeks.
Eliana, the youngest of the triplets, rubbed her cheek against Violla's and comforted her. "Mommy, don't cry!"
"Don't cry! Don't cry!" Suddenly, a green head poked out of Eliana's pocket. It belonged to a cheeky parrot that was glancing around curiously at that moment.
"No, I'm not crying," Violla said, inhaling sharply and putting on a smile. "Come on, let's go home!" she added. "Yay, let's go!" the kids chirped excitedly.
Violla gave each of them a kiss before slinging the backpack over her shoulder again and heading out to hail a cab. She used to be a wealthy heiress with an entourage wherever she went, but now she had to queue up to hail a cab with Mrs. Blake and her kids. Not to mention, she was heavily loaded with their baggage. Since they couldn't all fit in one cab, Mrs. Blake had to take a separate one by herself.
There was an overcast sky, and a storm seemed imminent. Hoping to avoid it, the cab driver was speeding anxiously along the road when suddenly, he rammed into an Aston Martin up ahead. The cab driver's face turned pale instantly, and he got out of his cab to check the situation.
Violla sat in the passenger seat and looked out of the window, furrowing her brows. It was a limited-edition Aston Martin, with only three units in South Nation and thirty-five worldwide. Even if it were a minor scratch, the cab driver would have to compensate a substantial amount of money, which might cause him to go bankrupt.
The conflict was going to be a hassle and would probably take a long time to resolve. Looking up, Violla noticed that the sky had turned a gloomy grey. The storm was about to hit anytime.
She didn't want her kids to get soaked in the rain, especially Eliana, who had been physically weak since she was young. The little girl would definitely catch a cold if she got wet.
"Ryan, Jason, Eliana, stay in the car. I'll go down and see what's happening," Violla told her children before getting out of the cab.
"Mommy, be careful!" the kids yelled out unanimously. Finny the parrot poked its head out of Eliana's pocket again curiously.
Eliana gave it a tiny snack and gently petted its fluffy head. "Finny, hold on tight. We'll be home soon!" she told the parrot.
"Sir, I'm sorry. I didn't hit your car on purpose," the cab driver explained nervously. "It was the passenger's fault. She has three kids and a lot of baggage. My cab is overloaded, so I accidentally bumped into your car." When he saw Violla, he immediately pointed at her. "You're responsible for this!"
"Huh? Why?" she exclaimed.
Violla was about to retort when the window of the Aston rolled down. "Forget it. The boss is busy!" The man seated in the passenger seat spoke as he glanced over Violla.
"Yes!" The man in the suit nodded and told the cab driver to drive carefully next time before leaving. Violla instinctively gazed at the backseat of the Aston when the driver opened the door. To her surprise, she saw a half-naked man with his back turned to her.
A snarly wound snaked across his back as blood trickled down onto the snake head tattoo on the small of his back. Cobra head tattoo? The cobra head tattoo!
Violla's eyes widened in disbelief. She stared at the tattoo wordlessly as her heart jumped to her throat. The ferocious cobra was gazing at her, its eyes stained bright red by the man's blood, looking ever so bloodthirsty. It's him! It really is him!
"Move out of the way!" The cab driver gave Violla an abrupt push, causing her to topple to the ground. When she looked up again, the Aston had disappeared from sight. Violla felt her head buzzing as she stared at the empty road ahead.
"Was that him in the car just now? The kids' father? Wasn't he a man's escort at Empire Night? Why was he in that expensive car with that horrible wound?"
"Hey, why did you push my mommy?" Jason waved his fists angrily at the cab driver.
"Brat, stop yelling at me. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have gotten this unlucky," cursed the cab driver.
"You were the one speeding before hitting that car. That's none of our business!" Ryan retorted in his bubbly voice. "As your passengers, we're not responsible for your mistake! You violated the traffic law. We can file a complaint against you!"
"Yes, you harassed Mommy. I will ask the police to arrest you!" Eliana pouted furiously and pointed at someone in the middle of the road. "There's a traffic police!" Finny, who was perched on her shoulder, chirped out instantly. "Traffic police! Traffic police!"
"What a nuisance. Get off! I refuse to take you to your destination anymore." The cab driver proceeded to open his trunk and threw their baggage in the middle of the road before leaving in a huff.
"Hey! How could you?" Violla whined. She picked up her baggage clumsily and brought the kids to the side of the road.
Meanwhile, the man in the backseat of the Aston Martin, Davon Roman, looked up and glanced at the rearview mirror. "That woman looks familiar. Where have I seen her before?" he thought to himself.
"Mr. Roman, I'll inject the anesthetic now!" said the doctor who was dealing with his wound. "No need," Davon said. The man was reading a file in his hand. His wound was bleeding profusely, but he wasn't bothered at all.
"Um, this may sting a little then. I'm going to stitch your wound up."
Frowning, the doctor started stitching the wound up. As there was no anesthetic involved, the doctor was more nervous than usual. The man's tanned skin glinted under the light icily. His muscles contracted from the immense pain, but his expression remained the same.
"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.
"Lucien, let's get a divorce," I said in a peremptory tone that was long overdue, the most decisive farewell to this absurd marriage. We had been married for exactly three years-three years that, for me, were filled with nothing but endless loneliness and torment. For three years, the husband who should have stood by my side through every storm, Lucien Sullivan, had completely disappeared from my life as if he had never existed. He vanished without a trace, leaving me alone to endure this empty, desolate marriage. Today, I finally received his message: "I'm back. Come pick me up at the airport." When I read his words, my heart leapt with joy, and I raced to the airport, thinking that he finally understood my love and was coming back to me. But his cruelty was far worse than I could have ever imagined-he was accompanied by a pregnant woman, and that woman was Carla, my closest and most trusted friend. In that moment, all of my previous excitement, all my hope, and all of our shared laughter and tears turned into the sharpest of daggers, stabbing into my heart and leaving me gasping for air. Now, all I want is to escape from this place that has left me so broken-to lick my wounds in solitude. Even if these wounds will remain with me for the rest of my life, I refuse to have anything to do with him ever again. He should know that it was his own hand that trampled our love underfoot, that his coldness and betrayal created this irreparable situation. But when he heard those words, he desperately clung to this broken, crumbling marriage, unwilling to let it end-almost as though doing so could rewind time and return everything to how it used to be. "Aurora, come back. I regret everything!" Regret? Those simple words stirred no emotion in me-only endless sadness and fury. My heart let out a frantic, desperate scream: It's too late for any of this!
On the day of her grand engagement, she was betrayed by her fiancรฉ and stepsister and died in a cruel setup. But fate gave her a second chance. Reborn as a sharp, fearless woman, the once naรฏve heiress is back for revenge. Those who hurt her will pay-one by one. Armed with financial brilliance and a ruthless heart, she rises to the top of the business world. But she catches the attention of a powerful CEO who is even more dangerous-cold, calculating, and determined to make her his wife. Two masterminds collide in a fiery romance filled with schemes, passion, and payback. In this game of love and power, only they are worthy opponents-and perfect partners.
COALESCENCE OF THE FIVE SERIES BOOK ONE: THE 5-TIME REJECTED GAMMA & THE LYCAN KING BOOK TWO: THE ROGUES WHO WENT ROGUE BOOK THREE: THE INDOMITABLE HUNTRESS & THE HARDENED DUKE *** BOOK ONE: After being rejected by 5 mates, Gamma Lucianne pleaded with the Moon Goddess to spare her from any further mate-bonds. To her dismay, she is being bonded for the sixth time. What's worse is that her sixth-chance mate is the most powerful creature ruling over all werewolves and Lycans - the Lycan King himself. She is certain, dead certain, that a rejection would come sooner or later, though she hopes for it to be sooner. King Alexandar was ecstatic to meet his bonded mate, and couldn't thank their Goddess enough for gifting him someone so perfect. However, he soon realizes that this gift is reluctant to accept him, and more than willing to sever their bond. He tries to connect with her but she seems so far away. He is desperate to get intimate with her but she seems reluctant to open up to him. He tries to tell her that he is willing to commit to her for the rest of his life but she doesn't seem to believe him. He is pleading for a chance: a chance to get to know her; a chance to show her that he's different; and a chance to love her. But when not-so-subtle crushes, jealous suitors, self-entitled Queen-wannabes, an old flame, a silent protector and a past wedding engagement threaten to jeopardize their relationship, will Lucianne and Xandar still choose to be together? Is their love strong enough to overcome everything and everyone? Or will Lucianne resort to enduring a sixth rejection from the one person she thought she could entrust her heart with?
Once, Sabrina trusted the wrong man and paid for it with her life, dragging down the only person who ever tried to help her. Fate offered her a rare reset, and this time, she pledged herself to Theo-the savior she had overlooked before. A partnership for convenience blossomed into something fierce, with Theo showing her tenderness she never expected. Revenge became her mission while he quietly shielded her. When their pact neared its end, Theo blocked her exit, whispering, "You're leaving me?" She faltered. "Maybe one more year." Yet soon, a baby was on the way. What the hell? That wasn't the deal!
Madisyn was stunned to discover that she was not her parents' biological child. Due to the real daughter's scheming, she was kicked out and became a laughingstock. Thought to be born to peasants, Madisyn was shocked to find that her real father was the richest man in the city, and her brothers were renowned figures in their respective fields. They showered her with love, only to learn that Madisyn had a thriving business of her own. "Stop pestering me!" said her ex-boyfriend. "My heart only belongs to Jenna." "How dare you think that my woman has feelings for you?" claimed a mysterious bigwig.
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