Married To My Toxic Ex-Boyfriend's Brother
Eleanore thought her fiancé, Johan, was her only salvation after her family went bankrupt.
But at a high-society gala, he handed her a drugged glass of water. As the unnatural heat burned through her veins, the horrific truth hit her. Johan had isolated her and controlled her finances, all while secretly getting engaged to a wealthy heiress. He drugged Eleanore to ruin her completely, planning to lock her away as his helpless, secret mistress.
Desperate and losing her mind to the drug, Eleanore fled down the hallway. With Johan and his bodyguards hunting her, she stumbled into the dark presidential suite.
But she wasn't alone. Sitting on the leather sofa was Alexander Briggs—the most feared corporate raider on Wall Street, and Johan's exiled brother.
Outside the door, Johan was screaming, ready to drag her back to hell.
"I can be your antidote. But it's going to cost you."
The ruthless billionaire looked at her trembling body with cold calculation. He offered her a staggering deal: a three-month fake marriage to destroy Johan's empire, and in return, absolute protection and her father's massive debts paid in full.
She couldn't understand why the most powerful predator in New York would use a ruined girl as his weapon, but she knew she would rather die than let Johan touch her again.
When Johan finally broke down the door to claim his prey, Alexander calmly pulled Eleanore into his arms.
"Watch your mouth. You are speaking to my future wife."
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Chapter 7
Alexander's heavy footsteps echoed like a death knell against the marble floor of the grand foyer.
The estate staff pressed their backs against the walls, their heads bowed. None of them dared to make eye contact. They remembered the boy who was thrown out twelve years ago. The man who returned carried an aura of absolute, suffocating violence.
L. Thorne pushed open the double doors to the main living room. Alexander walked in, his hands casually tucked into his trouser pockets.
Percival Conway sat in his high-backed leather armchair, his knuckles white as he gripped his cane.
Footsteps hurried down the grand staircase. Genevieve Conway, Alexander's biological mother, rushed into the room. Her eyes filled with tears the moment she saw him.
"Alex," Genevieve choked out, taking a step toward him, her arms lifting.
Alexander didn't move. He just looked at her. His eyes were so empty, so devoid of any filial affection, that Genevieve froze in her tracks, a sob catching in her throat.
Johan sprinted down the stairs right behind her, placing himself between Alexander and his parents like a rabid guard dog.
Alexander ignored Johan completely. He walked over to the custom-made velvet sofa, pulled a single chair away from the matching set, and sat down. He crossed his legs, claiming the space as if he already owned the deed to the house.
"What is the meaning of this?" Percival barked, his voice shaking with anger. "You break down my gates like a common thug? Did Wall Street teach you to forget your manners?"
Alexander chuckled. It was a dark, scraping sound. He reached into his jacket pocket, pulled out a folded piece of paper, and tossed it onto the glass coffee table.
It was a photocopy of the Marriage Certificate.
Johan's eyes darted to the paper. He saw the names. He saw the red seal of the City of New York.
A guttural scream ripped from Johan's throat. He lunged forward, his hands reaching to tear the paper to shreds.
L. Thorne moved faster. He grabbed Johan's wrist, twisting it sharply behind his back, and forced Johan down. Johan's knees hit the marble floor with a sickening crack. He groaned in pain but continued to thrash wildly.
Percival stood up, pointing his cane at Alexander. "You married that ruined girl just to spite your brother? You are making a mockery of marriage just for revenge!"
Alexander stopped smiling. The temperature in the room plummeted. His eyes locked onto Percival, burning with a twelve-year-old hatred.
"Not just him," Alexander said, his voice dropping to a lethal whisper. "All of you."
Alexander leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "You threw me out for a bastard because you thought he was easier to control. Now, your company is bleeding cash, your stock is plummeting, and I just bought thirty percent of your debt."
Genevieve covered her mouth, weeping silently.
Alexander stood up. He walked over to where Johan was kneeling on the floor, restrained by Thorne. Alexander looked down at him with absolute disgust.
"I took your biggest acquisition deal last month," Alexander taunted softly. "And last night, I took the only woman you've ever obsessed over."
Johan looked up, his eyes bloodshot and leaking tears of rage. "She doesn't love you! She signed a piece of paper for money! She's just using you to hide!"
Alexander casually adjusted his left cuff, his wedding band catching the light. "I don't care why she signed it. Her place is in my bed. She carries my name. That is all that matters."
The words hit Johan like physical blows. He stopped struggling, his body going limp with despair.
Alexander pulled out his phone. He dialed a number and put it on speaker.
"PR Department," a crisp voice answered.
"Release the press statements," Alexander ordered. "Full distribution. Wall Street Journal, New York Times, Page Six. I want the world to know Alexander Briggs is a married man."
"Yes, Mr. Briggs."
Percival's face turned ashen. "No! If you do this, the Christensen family will pull out of Johan's engagement! You will destroy our credit!"
Alexander ended the call. He didn't even look at his father.
He turned to Genevieve, who was trembling violently. "Enjoy your house, Mother. It's going to be auctioned off very soon."
Alexander turned on his heel and walked toward the doors. Thorne released Johan and followed his boss.
Johan collapsed onto the floor, his face pressed against the cold marble. "I'll kill you!" he screamed at Alexander's retreating back.
Alexander paused in the doorway. He didn't turn around.
"Stay away from my wife, Johan," Alexander said, his voice echoing in the silent hall. "Or next time, I won't just break your wrist. I'll break your neck."
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Minutes before announcing her grand engagement, Darla caught her fiancé sleeping with her stepsister.
She publicly exposed them and canceled the wedding on the spot.
Furious, her adoptive mother demanded Darla marry a fifty-five-year-old predator to save their broken business deal.
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She shoved all the cash in her purse at him—eight hundred dollars—and begged him to fake-marry her.
They signed the papers at City Hall that same day.
But the nightmare didn't end.
That evening, Darla received a cold phone call from the state penitentiary.
Her father had been found dead in his cell, and her company, owned by her ex-fiancé's family, fired her immediately.
They had taken everything from her, leaving her completely broken and sobbing on the floor of her tiny apartment.
She thought she had nothing left but a broke, fake husband to keep her company.
She had no idea that the "poor security guard" holding her in his arms was actually Anson Prince, a ruthless billionaire CEO.
And he was already making the calls to tear her abusers' empires to the ground.
8.1
Desperate for a way out of rejection and poverty, Pearl Augustine accepts a nanny job with an outrageous salary-working for billionaire Ace Warren. What she doesn't expect is his daughter.
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What started as "just a job" quickly turns into something dangerous: attachment.
Sometimes, healing begins where you least expect it.
9.2
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8.4
Kenzie, the former leader of the Aegis Alliance, opened her eyes to find herself reincarnated as a freezing, abandoned infant in a wet cardboard box.
She was rescued from the rain by Devin Ayers, a ruthless billionaire, and rushed to a private hospital, but a deadly threat was already waiting for her.
The ER doctor, Desiree Dillon, approached her with a syringe. Through a sudden burst of telepathy, Kenzie read the doctor's dark thoughts. Desiree wasn't trying to cure her fever. She deliberately ignored the safe dosage, drawing a lethal amount of Diazepam to permanently silence the crying baby and disguise it as sudden infant death.
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Trapped in a weak, paralyzed three-month-old body, Kenzie couldn't run, fight, or even speak. She could only watch the poison inch closer.
How could she survive death only to be assassinated in a hospital bed by a corrupt doctor? She used to command armies. The sheer injustice and terror of dying completely helpless in this tiny body ignited a blinding rage inside her.
Refusing to be a victim again, Kenzie pushed her newborn brain to its absolute limit and unleashed a desperate telepathic scream directly into the billionaire's mind.
"Poison! She's trying to kill me!"
Devin, who had been looking away, suddenly froze, his icy gray eyes locking onto the doctor's wrist.
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Ginny was chained to a concrete pillar in an abandoned warehouse, bleeding and betrayed by the two people she trusted most.
Her fiancé, Brant, and her adopted sister, Coretta, had just slashed her face open. Brant coldly admitted she was nothing but a disposable key to a vault, right before he tossed a lighter onto the gasoline-soaked floor.
As Ginny burned alive in the roaring inferno, the heavy iron doors were violently smashed open. Bedford Parks—the notoriously ruthless, germaphobic "monster" of Silicon Valley whom Ginny had always feared—charged straight into the flames. Ignoring the blistering heat, he shielded her charred body with his own. A massive steel beam collapsed, snapping his spine.
"I love you."
He coughed up blood, whispering his final words against her blackened skin before dying to protect her.
Hovering as a ghost, Ginny's soul screamed in agonizing realization. She had spent her life terrified of Bedford, yet he was the only one who truly loved her, while her supposed family laughed at her gruesome murder.
Suddenly, a blinding white light swallowed the warehouse.
Ginny gasped for air, opening her eyes to find herself sitting in the back of a luxury Maybach. She was eighteen again, wearing the humiliating clown makeup Coretta had tricked her into wearing on the day she was brought back to the wealthy Steele estate.
Ginny stared at her reflection, her dark eyes turning cold and sharp.
This time, she would tear her betrayers apart piece by piece, and she would protect her "monster."