Pampered By The Ruthless Tycoon Guardian
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.
"This will make it all go away," Desiree smiled gently, the needle glinting as it moved inches from Kenzie's arm.
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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Chapter 3
Desiree scrambled up from the floor, her hand pressing against her lower back where it had hit the cart. Her face was a mask of pain, but her eyes were darting around the room, calculating. She straightened her rumpled scrubs and lifted her chin.
"This is assault!" she shrieked, pointing a shaking finger at Devin. "Security! This man is interfering with a medical procedure! I want him removed!"
Devin didn't even look at her. He walked over to the counter and picked up a sterile specimen bag. With precise, deliberate movements, he dropped the syringe containing the 5mg dose of Diazepam into the bag and sealed it.
Kenzie watched from the safety of his arms. She turned her head, her gaze landing on Desiree's white coat. The left pocket was bulging slightly.
"Check her left pocket," Kenzie thought, her voice a dry whisper in Devin's mind. "She has an unlabeled vial in there. It's a fast-acting hallucinogen from the black market. She was going to swap it out if anyone asked questions."
Devin's eyes flicked to the pocket. He saw the slight bulge. A dangerous smile touched his lips.
The doors to the ER burst open. A short, portly man in an expensive suit rushed in, his face covered in sweat. Julian Cromwell, the Chief of Pediatrics, looked like he was about to have a heart attack. He saw Devin and practically threw himself into a bow.
"Mr. Ayers! I came as soon as I heard. I am so sorry for this inconvenience-"
"Inconvenience?" Devin cut him off, his voice like ice. He shifted Kenzie to one arm and pointed the specimen bag at Julian. "Is it hospital policy for your doctors to administer lethal doses of sedatives to infants, Julian?"
Julian's face drained of color. He looked at the bag, then at the syringe inside. "Lethal... dose?" He turned to Desiree, his eyes wide. "Dr. Dillon, explain this. Now."
Desiree's lower lip trembled. Tears welled up in her eyes, spilling over her cheeks. She looked utterly heartbroken. "Dr. Cromwell, I swear, it was a mistake. I've been on shift for thirty-six hours. My vision blurred. I grabbed the wrong vial. I would never hurt a child!"
She sobbed, covering her face with her hands. It was a masterful performance.
Kenzie rolled her eyes internally. "She was doing lines of coke in the club bathroom until three in the morning. Her blood is probably half stimulants right now. Fatigue, my ass."
Devin heard the thought. The corner of his mouth twitched. He looked at Arthur, who was standing like a statue by the door. "Arthur. Search her left pocket."
Arthur moved. He was across the room in two strides. Desiree screamed, trying to twist away, but Arthur was a wall of muscle. He grabbed her arm with one hand and plunged his other hand into her left pocket.
He pulled out a small, amber glass bottle. There was no label. No prescription. Nothing but a tiny, ominous container.
Arthur dropped it on the stainless steel counter. It clinked loudly in the silent room.
Desiree's knees buckled. She collapsed into a chair, her face ashen. The tears stopped instantly.
Julian leaned in, squinting at the bottle. He recognized the type. It was a street-grade narcotic dispenser. Not something found in any legitimate pharmacy. His face turned from pale to purple with rage.
"Medical error?" Devin stepped closer, his shadow falling over the cowering doctor. "You bring street drugs into my hospital and try to murder my ward?"
Julian was shaking. "Mr. Ayers, I had no idea-"
"Seal this room," Devin ordered, his voice echoing off the tile walls. "Freeze all security footage. I want her medical license revoked by the end of the hour. And call the Medical Board. I want a full investigation into this department."
"Yes, sir! Immediately, sir!" Julian stammered, waving frantically at the security guards. "Get her out of here! Detain her!"
Two guards rushed in, hauling Desiree to her feet. She didn't fight. She just stared at the floor, her face a mask of pure, venomous hatred.
Devin turned away from the spectacle. He looked down at Kenzie. The fever was still there, but her breathing had steadied. The fear was gone from her eyes.
"Prepare the VIP suite on the top floor," Devin commanded Julian. "I want the best pediatric team in the city here in ten minutes."
"Of course, sir. Right away," Julian squeaked, rushing for the phone.
Devin carried Kenzie toward the private elevator. The doors slid shut, cutting off the chaos of the ER. The elevator hummed as it ascended. Kenzie nestled deeper into his chest, the heat from his body a comforting shield against the chill in her bones.
"You're not so bad," she thought, a sleepy contentment in her voice. "Better than the last batch of bodyguards I had. They just watched me die."
Devin's hand tightened slightly on her back. He stared at the elevator doors, his expression unreadable. But in the quiet of the elevator, a low, rough sound rumbled in his chest. It might have been a chuckle.
"Little monster," he murmured.
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8.3
Betrayed at the altar. Replaced by her own sister.
On what should have been the happiest day of her life, Amara loses everything-her fiancé, her dignity, and her future.
But that same night, a dangerous man steps out of the shadows with an offer she can't refuse.
Marriage. Power. Revenge.
Now bound to a ruthless CEO, Amara is ready to destroy everyone who betrayed her.
There's just one problem...
Her new husband knows more about her past than he should.
And the closer she gets to revenge-
the more she realizes she may have married the man who ruined her in the first place.
7.6
Jocelyn Yang lived in the grand Turner Mansion, not as a guest, but as a prisoner. Ever since her father's death, the ruthless billionaire Elam Turner forced her to atone for sins her father never committed.
On her nineteenth birthday, a male classmate secretly sent her a diamond necklace. Elam, who had flown back from London overnight, flew into a psychotic, jealous rage at the sight of another man's gift.
He mercilessly crushed the delicate necklace into the marble floor with his custom leather shoe.
"Did you forget what you are?" Elam hissed, dragging her into a pitch-black storage room. "You take gifts from other men behind my back?"
He pinned her to the dusty floorboards and violently assaulted her. The next morning, a wire transfer of $500,000 hit her bank account. He had humiliated her, broken her spirit, and was now casually trying to buy her silence. Later, when a broken bike left her walking miles through a freezing rainstorm, he just shoved scalding tea into her bleeding hands.
"Look at you," he sneered. "You look like a stray dog ruining my floors."
Jocelyn curled up in the cold, her lips bleeding and her heart shattered. She couldn't understand his terrifying obsession. If he hated her so much, why did he refuse to let her go? Why did he look at her with such manic hunger while systematically destroying her life?
Staring at the massive sum of hush money on her phone, a desperate spark of vengeance flared in her chest. Jocelyn wired every single cent back to Elam's account. She picked up her charcoal pencil, vowing to win the upcoming art competition and buy her escape from this monster forever.
9.1
He postponed putting my name on the deed 18 times.
Each time, his mentee Ciera had an “emergency.” Each time, he ran to her.
I watched him give her his prized Montblanc pen—the one he wouldn’t even let me borrow. I saw her post their late nights on Instagram. I ate anniversary dinners alone while he “mentored” her.
Then he bought me a necklace—identical to the one she just flaunted online.
That was when I stopped feeling anything.
I didn’t cry. I didn’t fight. I simply packed two suitcases, resigned from our firm, and booked a one-way ticket to London.
He thinks I’m coming back in a week.
He has no idea I’m gone for good.
Nineteen broken promises. One silent goodbye. And a new life waiting across the ocean.
9.5
He was born from the void between stars - a being of immense power, forged from cosmic origins.
For thousands of years, he walked among humanity, protecting them and keeping his true strength hidden. After losing the only family he had, grief led him to seek his own end... only to wake up in a world entirely unlike his own.
Here, cultivation is the main path to power. Those who master spirit qi gain superhuman strength, speed, and abilities that place them far above ordinary people. Four great sects rule the land, competing for resources, secrets, and dominance over each other.
Icaros joined the Li Sect, where he found companions he came to trust and care for: the capable and easygoing Li Han, the sharp and composed Su Yan, and the spirited Nelly. For a time, he felt he had found a place to belong, even as he kept his true nature hidden and wondered whether he could ever learn to cultivate like those around him.
Everything changed when their voyage was suddenly attacked. A powerful figure floating in the sky cut their ship apart with sharp, devastating energy strikes, leaving only destruction in his wake. Believing his friends had been lost in the disaster, Icaros chose to stop holding back any longer.
> "I am done hiding!"
He unleashed his full power: golden light blazed from his eyes, he flew at incredible speed, and he broke through every barrier and enemy in his way. On the shores ahead, he tore through hordes of powerful jade monsters, destroying them completely before flying deep into the interior of the island.
Meanwhile, survivors washed up scattered and alone. One young cultivator found himself on the shores of Jade Island - a place most cultivators avoid, as it holds no treasures or useful materials, only danger and endless deposits of ordinary jade. Yet despite the risks, ordinary people have built settlements here, finding safety from the conflicts and power struggles of the outside world.
This island works by different rules. Spirit qi is scarce and unstable, making cultivation far less effective than elsewhere. Instead, the people here rely on advanced technology - weapons and explosives that can injure or even defeat those with great physical strength. Here, skill and preparation can be just as powerful as raw strength, and even the strongest cultivators must move with caution.
Now, Icaros has vanished deep into the island. His companions are lost somewhere across this dangerous land. And the mysterious swordsman who destroyed their ship has already arrived here, searching for an ancient map said to lead to the legacy of a being from another world.
Will they find each other again? And can anyone survive in a place where the usual rules of power no longer hold true?
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9.6
When a global anomaly awakens dormant powers within them, a neuroscientist, a physicist, and an artist discover they are connected by a force that defies time itself. Mert sees the memories of strangers. Elena witnesses the fabric of reality crack. Kai paints symbols from a past he never knew. Thrown together by fate, they are not alone. Across the globe, others are awakening too-gifted with extraordinary abilities. But they are not the only ones. A powerful cabal-a ruthless financier, a tech mogul, and a charismatic influencer-sees the anomaly not as a warning, but as a weapon. Their ambition shatters the timeline, scattering the group across history: from the smog-choked streets of Victorian London to a transhumanist future, and into a terrifying parallel present. Broken into three teams, the group must hunt their enemies through time itself. To survive, they must master their new powers and forge bonds of love and loyalty strong enough to bend the laws of physics. Their final battle will not be fought in any single era, but at the crossroads of all realities, where the key to existence-the very heart of time-is at stake.
8.5
Amelia, an artist struggling to live a life full of dreams and hardships, finds herself caught in an unexpected vortex after a wild night at a masquerade ball. She wakes up with a hazy memory of piercing blue eyes and a powerful presence, without knowing who the man was or what happened? A few weeks later, Amelia's life changed forever when she realized she was pregnant. The baby's father? None other than the Lycan King, a powerful and dangerous creature who rules the hidden world of werewolves. Forced into a world of magic, danger, and forbidden love, Amelia must adapt to a new life. He must navigate the dangerous politics of the Lycan Kingdom, learn to control the new powers that arise within him, and face the wrath of the King's jealous couple. In the midst of this chaos, Amelia must choose: accept her fate as the Lycan King's mate, or fight for her freedom and the life she lives.