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 5
Alastair Sinclair, the hospital's chief administrator, wiped his sweaty forehead with a silk handkerchief for the third time in two minutes. He pushed open the frosted glass door of the VIP lounge, his knees feeling like jelly.
Devin Ayers was sitting on a single sofa, an island of cold fury in the center of the room. He was scrolling through his iPad, not bothering to look up as Alastair approached.
"Mr. Ayers," Alastair began, his voice trembling slightly. "Regarding last night's incident... the Medical Board has reviewed the case. They believe it was a tragic error caused by fatigue. Dr. Dillon has been under a lot of stress..."
Devin didn't look up. He just turned a page on his screen. "A tragic error that nearly stopped my ward's heart?"
Alastair swallowed hard. He had to play his trump card. He straightened his tie and forced a confident smile. "Mr. Ayers, Dr. Dillon is engaged to Sterling Coleman. She is practically family. I'm sure we can resolve this quietly, for the sake of the Coleman family name."
Devin finally looked up. His eyes were devoid of any warmth. A sneer curled his lip.
In the bedroom, Kenzie was lying in her crib, listening through the slightly ajar door. She couldn't help but snicker internally. "This old fool has no idea he's talking to the actual head of the Coleman family. He's trying to name-drop you to your face."
Devin heard the thought. The sneer turned into a genuine, chilling smile. He leaned back, crossing his arms. "The Coleman family name? Is that supposed to impress me?"
Alastair blinked, confused by the reaction. "Well, I just thought-"
The door opened. Miles walked in, holding a black, encrypted folder. He ignored the administrator entirely, walking straight to Devin. "Sir. The security footage has been recovered, and the background check is complete."
Devin took the folder. He pulled out a stack of glossy photographs and, with a flick of his wrist, threw them into Alastair's face. The sharp edges scraped against the older man's cheek.
Alastair scrambled to catch them. He looked down at the photos. His blood ran cold. They were surveillance shots of Desiree in a dimly lit underground casino, handing over cash to a man with a scarred face. Other photos showed her buying small amber vials from a street dealer.
"Medical error?" Devin asked softly. He placed his iPad on the coffee table and hit play.
The screen filled with the high-definition footage from the ER. It was zoomed in, slow-motion. It clearly showed Desiree slipping the correct vial of medication into her right pocket and pulling the amber vial from her left. It showed the deliberate, calculated movement of her thumb on the syringe, pushing the plunger far past the safe limit.
There was no fatigue. There was no mistake. It was cold-blooded, premeditated attempted murder.
Alastair dropped to his knees. The carpet absorbed the impact, but the thud of his pride hitting the floor was audible. "Mr. Ayers... I didn't know..."
"The Diazepam in that syringe was concentrated enough to kill a grown man," Devin said, his voice dropping to a lethal whisper. "She was going to make it look like Sudden Infant Death Syndrome. And you were going to help her cover it up."
"No! Never!" Alastair cried, tears streaming down his face. "I swear! I was just trying to protect the hospital's reputation!"
"You were protecting a murderer," Devin stood up, towering over the cowering man. "Fire her. I want her face on every disciplinary board in the country. I want her license revoked by noon. Or I will buy this hospital tomorrow and turn it into a parking garage, and you will be the first one I evict."
"I'll do it!" Alastair scrambled to his feet, nodding frantically. "I'll draft the termination and the public report right now!" He ran out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
Miles stepped forward, handing Devin another document. "Sir, we confirmed it. Her degree is forged. She paid off the admissions dean."
Devin took the paper. "Send it to the Coleman family lawyers," Devin ordered, his voice leaving no room for argument. "Instruct them to forward it to Sterling as an urgent due diligence report. And attach a message from me: Devin Ayers requested this report. Review it before you do anything foolish."
Kenzie, listening from the other room, felt a surge of satisfaction. "Smart move," she thought. "Let the brother do the dirty work. It'll hurt more coming from him."
Devin walked into the bedroom. He looked down at Kenzie, who was staring up at him with wide, innocent eyes. He reached out and poked her soft cheek with one finger.
"Bad guys gone," he said, his voice surprisingly gentle. "Happy now?"
Kenzie wrinkled her nose and turned her head away from his finger. "Stop poking me," she thought irritably. "I'm not a toy. Personal space!"
Devin let out a low chuckle. The sound was rusty, as if he hadn't made it in a long time.
Just then, his phone buzzed. He pulled it out and glanced at the screen. The name flashing on it was "Sterling."
Devin's smile vanished. He answered the call, his face hardening. "Hello, Sterling."
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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.