The Billionaire's Deal
“In those two years, you will do everything I ask of you, no questions asked,” he stated, his tone firm.
I opened my mouth to protest, but he cut me off. “I’m not done. During those years, you are not allowed to be with any man, young or old. No dates, no clients, no flirting. If you so much as smile at a man, the contract is broken”
"And if you break any part of the contract, you’ll pay me the full amount, plus 200% interest. And I always collect my debts, Elizabeth, one way or another." His voice deepened into a threat.
I swallowed hard and stared at the table in front of me, my heart racing. If I didn’t sign it, my sister could die.
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When the broken meets the unlucky, sparks ignite.
Elizabeth James has always considered herself unlucky, but nothing tests her resolve more than her sister’s life-threatening illness. Desperate to save her, she accepts help from Richard—a powerful billionaire with his own demons. His help comes at a price: two years bound by his rules, doing whatever he says, no questions asked.
Haunted by the betrayal of his ex-wife, Richard lives by a single regret: ‘I wish I made her pay.’ When Elizabeth—a young orphan who bears an uncanny resemblance with his ex—enters his life, a misunderstanding convinces him she’s just another gold digger. Manipulating her into an impossible deal, Richard plans to humiliate her and make her break.
But what begins as a calculated act of revenge spirals into something unexpected. Richard finds himself drawn to Elizabeth in ways he never imagined could ever happen again.
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Chapter: Chapter 16I woke up to a pounding headache, my head spinning as I tried to adjust my eyes to the light. My vision blurred slightly before clearing, revealing the incredibly handsome man sitting beside me. His piercing black eyes locked onto mine, watching me closely. "Where am I?" My voice came out hoarse. "Who are you?" His eyes narrowed slightly, worry flickering across his features. For a moment, my mind felt foggy, blank spaces where my memories should have been. Then, as I sat up, glancing down at myself—the silky lingerie still clinging to my body, the soft cushions of the couch beneath me—it all came rushing back. Falling from the pole, Richard’s cruel joke. "Monster!" The word shot out of my mouth the moment everything clicked. "How do you even sleep at night knowing you threaten innocent people just to get what you want?" I snapped, sitting upright. He blinked, looking genuinely confused. "Is everything okay?" His voice was laced with amusement, as if I was the one acting cra
Last Updated: 2025-02-21
Chapter: Chapter 15"What!" I exclaimed, my eyes widening in shock. "You’re a stripper, aren’t you? Dance for me," Richard commanded. I shook my head, heat rising to my face. "I am not a stripper! I don’t even know how to dance—I couldn't dance to save my life." Richard didn’t listen. Instead, he leaned back in his chair, expecting me to perform like some showpiece for his entertainment. I stood frozen, my heart pounding, my cheeks burning with anger as I glared at him. The smug amusement on his face as he waited for me to obey only fueled my rage. I hated that smirk—I wanted to wipe it off his face so badly. Why did this feel more degrading than if he had simply asked for sex? "Hurry up, Laura," he said lazily. Laura? Who the hell was Laura? Did he forget my name so soon? "I told you I can’t dance," I said, ignoring the wrong name and trying to hold on to whatever pride I had left. Was this really what he expected me to do for the next two years? Richard rolled his eyes, acting as
Last Updated: 2025-02-20
Chapter: Chapter 14I swallowed hard, drawing in a slow, shaky breath as I stepped further into the house. The moment I reached the front door, a smooth, robotic voice greeted me. "Welcome. Step onto the welcome mat, please." I hesitated for a second before obeying. The instant my feet touched the mat, a soft, warm breeze rose from beneath me, brushing against my skin like an invisible scan. "Scan complete. You may enter." With a quiet hiss, the massive door swung open on its own, revealing a sleek, modern interior. Calling it a smart house would be an understatement—it felt alive. The walls pulsed with subtle blue light strips, reacting to my movement. Every step triggered a gentle hum in the air, like the house itself was watching me. "Proceed down the hall," the AI instructed. I followed the illuminated pathway, my footsteps barely making a sound against the polished black flooring. At the end of the hall, an elevator door slid open as if expecting me. I hesitated before stepping in, my he
Last Updated: 2025-02-20
Chapter: Chapter 13"Please, Ms. James, I’m sure Gloria didn’t intend to cause you such harm," Sabrina said, her voice soft, pleading. My eyes flicked between the two of them, a tangle of confusion knotting in my stomach. What was I supposed to say? I had no idea Richard had even threatened Gloria in the first place. He had been too busy scolding me to ask about the situation. Does Richard even listen? From the few moments I’d spent with him, I noticed he was always so lost in his own head, so quick to judge and act. "I..." I opened my mouth to speak, but Sabrina interrupted before I could get the words out. "Gloria is also offering to pay for the damages on your shirt," Sabrina said, her gaze fixing on me. She paused, giving me a moment to absorb the information before adding, "I’m not sure if it’s a designer piece, but we’re hoping two thousand dollars will cover the damages." Designer piece, I nearly laughed aloud. If only they knew it was a $10 uniform shirt. I struggled to keep my expressi
Last Updated: 2025-02-18
Chapter: Chapter 12I stood frozen in the middle of the restaurant as gasps and murmurs filled the room. My hands began to tremble as I tore my gaze away from James, scanning the space—everyone was staring. A lump formed in my throat, and tears threatened to spill. Reflexively, I dropped my food, wrapping my arms around myself. I cursed my double-D half-cup bra because no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t cover everything. The weight of the judgmental stares pressed down on me, making my skin burn with humiliation. I turned to James, silently pleading for his help. His jacket. He hesitated, and I could see him struggling with what to do. "Please..." I was about to ask when a deep, authoritative voice broke through the murmurs. "Everyone close your eyes. Whoever looks at Ms. James a second longer will be fired and arrested." The room stilled. Every head turned toward the source of the command. By the corner stood Richard, his piercing gaze sweeping across the restaurant. Helpless, I looked a
Last Updated: 2025-02-17
Chapter: Chapter 11"Follow me," Gloria said, leading me into an office. The room was spacious and well-conditioned, with four neatly arranged desks. Inside, a man and a woman sat talking, their conversation stopping the moment we entered as both turned their attention to me. "This is Elizabane," Gloria announced with a dramatic groan, rolling her eyes. "Sabrina said to let her stay here until her move." I shot her a glare and corrected her. "Elizabeth." "That's what I said. Elizabane." She repeated, her smirk widening. The woman at the desk chuckled, and I bit my lower lip, forcing down my frustration. Gloria was lucky this was my first day. I wasn’t the quiet girl she used to bully anymore. If this had been any other day, I would have wiped that smirk off her face. "This will be your desk." She pointed to the table near the door. Without waiting for more of her nonsense, I pulled out the chair and sat down. "Welcome, Elizabeth. I'm James," the man beside me said, offering his hand. I wa
Last Updated: 2025-02-16
The DON's Princess
Six months." That’s all he offered her. “I can only help you for six months. After that, I have to go back to my world," Victor said, his dark eyes piercing as he spoke. There was something about this man that sent chills down her spine, and yet, that same thing pulled her to him.
Sophia Martins, a sheltered 23 year old, had spent six years living a lie. Forced into marriage with her childhood crush, John Smith, she believed it was the only way to keep a fraction of her late father’s company. But when she learns the truth,that the company had always been hers,she files for divorce, determined to take back what was stolen from her.
Her plans for freedom, however, take a deadly turn when John sends a hitman after her. Just as her life hangs by a thread, a mysterious and devastatingly handsome stranger intervenes, saving her and offering to be her bodyguard,but only for six months.
As the days unfold, Sophia finds herself irresistibly drawn to him, only to discover that William, her charming protector, is not who he claims to be. He is Victor Falcone, the ruthless Mafia Don feared by all. As she’s thrust into his dangerous world of power and violence, her questions multiply.
Why did he lie to her? Why had he been protecting her?
Will their love be able to withstand the truth, or will Victor’s reality tear them apart?
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Chapter: Chapter 25Sophia’s Point of View: I tossed and turned all night. Despite the room’s complete renovation, I couldn't sleep. For the first time since the incident, the nightmares returned—vivid, relentless, and cruelly familiar. I was back on that cold bench, chains biting into my wrists. The strange man loomed over me, his shadow stretching across the dimly lit room. Beside him stood Ava and John, their laughter slicing through the suffocating silence, their eyes gleaming with twisted delight at my helplessness. And then there was William—my hero. He appeared, just like before, ready to save me. But just as his hand reached for mine, a deafening gunshot tore through the air. I watched, horror twisting in my gut, as he crumpled to the ground. His body lay still, lifeless. And that was when I felt the most fear—not when I was tied up, not even when I thought I was going to die. It was the sight of William’s body on the floor that truly broke me. I woke up gasping, sweat clinging to my
Last Updated: 2025-02-18
Chapter: Chapter 24John's point of view: "This bitch." I stared at her, watching as she bossed everyone around. This was the same little Sophia who used to worship the ground I walked on, and now she had the guts to talk back to me? I clenched my jaw, trying to keep my anger in check, but it was damn near impossible. Every fiber of my being screamed at me to put her back in her place. She was beneath me, and it didn’t matter if her father had all the money in the world—or if she did now. "Well, you should get to cleaning. From the look of it, you might have to spend the whole day," she said with a smirk, mocking me. I shot her a glare before turning my attention to the room. My stomach twisted. 'How the hell did anyone live here?' It looked more like a closet than a room. I stepped inside, forced to duck my head to get through the doorway. Sophia was tall. how could she even fit in here for so long. The place was disgusting, the kind of space even rats would turn their noses up at. I looked ar
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Chapter: Chapter 23Sophia's point of view; "Follow me. I'll show you to your rooms," I instructed, gesturing for John to get to his feet. He hesitated for a fraction of a second before rising. Rose followed close behind as I led them down the hall. The room I chose for John was one I knew all too well. My old room. The one Maxwell Smith had forced me to stay in. It was tiny, damp, and wedged directly under the staircase. I had spent countless nights staring at the low ceiling, my body aching from exhaustion, yet unable to sleep because of the constant creaking above me—the heavy stomping of feet, reminding me of my place beneath them. The only nights I ever found peace were when Maxwell was away. Rose would let me sneak into her room, where the mattress was soft, and the silence didn't suffocate me. "Here," I said, pushing the door open. A gust of dust rushed out, thick and stale, forcing all of us to cough. The air inside reeked of mildew, and the mold that had once been a small patch on the w
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Chapter: Chapter 22Was I not his type? I wondered, my mind racing as I stared at William. Was he even into women? I shook off the thought. Why was I always drawn to men who didn’t find me attractive? First John, now William. 'Snap out of it,' I told myself, pushing the thoughts away. "I’ll ask Grace to clean the room for you. While she does that, you can have your men set up the cameras," I instructed, my voice firm. William had suggested installing cameras throughout the house, insisting it was the best way to protect me. "Everywhere except the room I’ll be staying in," I added. "And I want full access to the footage." I didn’t wait for his reply before turning away, my steps carrying me toward the master bedroom. The moment I stepped inside, a chill crawled up my spine. My breath caught in my throat. The room looked exactly like the one John and I had shared. The same furniture. The exact same curtains. The wallpaper. Even that hideous painting of a boat—hung in the same spot where a c
Last Updated: 2025-02-11
Chapter: Chapter 21 Sophia's Point of View: I watched as John and his family carried their boxes out of the house, yet the satisfaction I had expected to feel never came. My gaze drifted to Rose, and a hint of sadness tightened my chest. After my mother’s death, she had been like a mother to me. And just like me, she had suffered under the Smiths’ cruelty. "Wait!" I called out, suddenly uneasy at the thought of Rose being out on the streets. I folded my arms over my chest, forcing indifference into my tone. "I might consider letting you all stay in the guest quarters—if you beg." John turned, his face twisting with disdain. "Beg you?" he spat. "Never." His voice dripped with pride. I glanced briefly at Rose. She was looking at Maxwell as though hoping he would say something, but he didn't, and she stayed quiet. She was always a loyal wife. "Suit yourself," I said with a shrug, watching them leave. I knew John hated handling cash—so much so that they probably didn’t have enough on them to even p
Last Updated: 2025-02-06
Chapter: Chapter 20Third person narrative; "I'm sorry, sir, but your card has been declined," the receptionist said, handing the card back to John. John's eyes narrowed as he snatched it from her, flipping it over as if staring at it long enough would change the outcome. With a sharp inhale, he shoved it back into his wallet and turned to his father, his voice laced with barely contained fury. "She cleaned us out." Sophia had done more than freeze their official accounts—somehow, she had drained every last cent from their personal ones too. "That bitch," Maxwell Smith growled, rubbing his temples before turning to his wife, Rose, who stood stiffly in the corner, guarding their hastily packed boxes like a soldier protecting the remnants of a fallen empire. "Do you have any money?" he barked, extending a hand toward her as if the mere act of reaching out would summon cash into his palm. Rose scoffed, shaking her head. "Thirty years, Maxwell. Thirty years, and you've never given me a single cent
Last Updated: 2025-02-05
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