Rejecting My Ruthless Billionaire Fiancé
For ten years, Aurora was abandoned by her wealthy family to rot in the countryside.
When she finally returned, there was no warm welcome. The Lott family only brought her back to replace her adopted sister in an arranged marriage with Damian Yates, a notoriously violent, crippled billionaire, just to save their bankrupt company.
Her grandmother mocked her as uneducated trash. Her fake sister feigned disgust at her very presence.
When her biological father desperately tried to stop them from sending his daughter to her death, the family turned on him.
Her grandmother struck her father across the face, kicked the three of them out of the manor into the freezing rain, and arrogantly declared they would starve on the streets by nightfall.
They thought Aurora was just a helpless, pathetic hillbilly who would quietly accept being sold as livestock.
They had no idea that over the past decade, she had survived the darkest corners of the world, becoming a lethal operative with unimaginable power.
Standing in the cold rain, Aurora didn't shed a single tear.
She calmly pulled out her encrypted phone, personally canceled the billionaire's marriage contract, and ordered her hacker to completely freeze the Lott family's accounts.
"Total financial annihilation. Burn them to the ground."
But as she watched her abusers' legacy crumble, a classified file arrived on her phone, revealing that the very billionaire she just rejected was tied to her mother's unsolved murder.
The real hunt was just beginning.
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Chapter 3
The living room fell dead silent after Aurora left. Stella dropped the victim act instantly. She walked over to Eleanor and began massaging the old woman's tense shoulders.
Stella's voice trembled with genuine panic. "Grandma, you can't make me marry Damian Yates. He's a cripple tied to a wheelchair. Everyone says he's a violent psychopath. It will ruin my future."
Eleanor patted Stella's hand, her eyes sharp and calculating. "Don't worry, my dear. I would never throw my most valuable asset into a fire pit." She paused. "Aurora has Lott blood. Legally, she is the perfect candidate to fulfill that ancient contract."
Trading a worthless, uneducated hillbilly for the massive commercial resources of the Yates family was the most profitable deal Eleanor could imagine. She called the head butler back. "Prepare the documents. We are officially changing the name on the marriage contract to Aurora Lott."
Meanwhile, Aurora walked across the manicured lawns toward the darkest, most neglected corner of the estate. She pushed open the peeling wooden door of the guest house. The hinges screamed.
Inside, the lighting was dim. Kevin Lott, a thin man with tired eyes and graying hair, sat at a small scratched table, thick reading glasses on his nose, trying to fix a broken toaster with a screwdriver. He looked up.
When he saw his daughter standing there after ten long years, the screwdriver slipped from his fingers and clattered to the floor.
Kevin's eyes filled with tears. He stood, his hands shaking. He took a step toward her, wanting to hug her, then looked down at his grease-stained hands and stopped, afraid of dirtying her clothes.
The ice in Aurora's eyes melted. She closed the distance and wrapped her arms tightly around him.
Audra, her stepmother, hurried out from the tiny kitchen area. She was a gentle-faced woman with worry lines and messy brown hair pulled into a bun. When she saw Aurora, she froze. The worn dish towel slipped from her hands and hit the floor with a soft thud. Her eyes widened and filled with tears.
"Rory?" Audra whispered, her voice trembling. She took a hesitant step forward. "Is that really you? Where have you been all these years?"
Aurora offered a small, reassuring nod. Seeing that, the tension drained from Audra's shoulders, and a warm, genuine smile broke across her tired face. She immediately rushed to pour a cup of hot water.
Sitting on the lumpy sofa in that cramped, drafty room, Aurora felt the tight knot in her chest loosen. It was the first time in years she'd felt warm.
Kevin sat beside her, his face full of guilt. He asked about her life outside. Aurora looked at his worn face and fed him a gentle, fabricated story, completely erasing the blood, the guns, and the dark web.
Before Kevin could ask another question, the front door was violently kicked open.
Eleanor's senior assistant marched in, followed by four massive estate bodyguards. The small room instantly felt suffocating.
The assistant held up a legal folder, a smug look on his face. "Eleanor's orders. Aurora Lott will marry Damian Yates in exactly one month."
All the blood drained from Kevin's face. He shot up from the sofa, fists clenched. "No! You're throwing her into a meat grinder! Everyone in the city knows Damian is a crippled monster!"
The assistant sneered. "If you refuse, all three of you will be stripped of your living allowance and thrown out onto the streets today."
Audra grabbed Kevin's hand, her whole body shaking with anger. "We'd rather sleep on the streets than sacrifice Aurora."
Aurora remained seated on the broken sofa. She crossed her legs, hands resting on her knees, and stared at the assistant with the eyes of a mortician looking at a corpse.
Her brain rapidly pulled up the files she had on Damian Yates. The apex predator of Washington State's financial world. Rumored to be paralyzed from the waist down.
A low, dark chuckle escaped her lips. Everyone turned to look at her.
She stood and walked slowly toward the assistant. The sheer physical dominance radiating from her made the man instinctively take a half-step back.
She snatched the folder from his hand, flipped through the first two pages, her face completely bored. "Go back and tell the old woman," Aurora said, her voice dead calm. "I accept the marriage."
Kevin and Audra gasped in horror. Kevin reached for her arm, but Aurora shot him a look so commanding it froze him in place.
The assistant smiled in triumph. "Smart girl. You know your place." He turned and marched out, the bodyguards trailing behind him.
The moment the door clicked shut, Kevin dropped his face into his hands, a broken sob escaping his lips. "I'm useless. I dragged you down with me."
Aurora turned. Her eyes were clear, sharp, and completely ruthless. "Dad, look at me. I only agreed to buy us time. I am going to break this engagement myself."
She wasn't going to be anyone's pawn. The Lott family owed them blood, and she was going to collect every single drop.
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9.3
They say you can't have it all. I'm about to prove them wrong-or destroy myself trying.
When my struggling mother married billionaire Richard Stone, I thought I was gaining a family. Instead, I found three stepbrothers who became my obsession, my downfall, and my salvation.
Dominic, the eldest, cold and commanding, who kisses me like he's claiming his kingdom and looks at me like I'm the only thing he can't control.
Julian, the charming playboy who hides a vulnerable soul beneath his perfect smile, making me feel like I'm the only woman he's ever truly seen.
Asher, the brooding artist who paints me like I'm his muse and touches me like I'm his masterpiece, seeing parts of my soul I didn't know existed.
They're forbidden. They're dangerous. They're everything I shouldn't want.
But when I discover my father didn't die by suicide that he was murdered by the very man who now calls himself my stepfather, these three powerful men becomes my unlikely allies.
First it was a forbidden attraction, now it's an arrangement that defies every rule.
The rules are simple:
I'll give each of them a chance.
I'll take everything they offer.
And in the end, I'll have to make the hardest decision of my life:
Choose one of them. Choose all of them. Or choose myself.
8.3
He laid me on the sheets, climbed over me, caged me with his arms. "Last chance to run," he said, voice low."I need the money," I whispered, feeling so tiny in his arms."You're soaking," he muttered. "Virgin or not, your pussy wants this."I moaned, looking away, couldn't help it,"Eyes on me, sweetheart," he pushed his tip in slowly."Fuck," he groaned. "So tight."He fucked me like he was claiming something. "Come for me," he whispered in my ears, moving faster."Damien," I cried out his name as I came."That's it," he growled. After a long minute he pulled out slowly. "One night," he said again, almost like a reminder....weeks later, I walked through the quiet hall of my school. A massive portrait stared back at me.Damien BlackwoodPrincipal Benefactor and OwnerColumbia University.Same man who'd just taken my virginity for money. My stomach dropped. "Oh fuck... what have I done?"
9.0
To save her dying mother, Adaline walked into the Waldorf Astoria to deliver a shirt to her fiancé.
She didn't know her stepsister, June, had swapped her keycard. Adaline stumbled into a pitch-black suite and was brutally assaulted by a stranger in the dark.
The nightmare didn't end there. June paid off the only bone marrow donor for Adaline's mother to flee the city, and stole Adaline's fiancé. Bankrupt and desperate, Adaline was forced to sell herself into a loveless marriage with the ruthless billionaire Ferris Finch just to secure a medical team.
But when Ferris saw the dark, violent bruises covering her body, his eyes filled with absolute disgust.
"You make me sick. Pack up your cheap tricks."
He mocked her, calling her a filthy woman who couldn't even wash her lover's marks off before crawling into his house.
Adaline swallowed her pride and endured his cruel humiliation. When June publicly taunted her about the hotel assault, Adaline finally snapped, ending up handcuffed in a freezing police cell.
She thought she was completely out of moves, waiting to rot in prison while her new husband despised her.
But back at the estate, Ferris had just pulled the hotel's security footage.
Staring at the screen, the arrogant billionaire's face turned completely ashen.
He finally realized that the innocent woman he had destroyed in the dark that night, and the wife he was currently torturing, were the exact same person.
9.1
I was supposed to be celebrating my twenty-first birthday and my engagement to the man I loved.
Instead, I was bleeding out in a crushed car, listening to my fiancé Greggory and my stepsister Alta laughing over the car's Bluetooth.
They had cut my brakes.
As the steering wheel crushed my shattered ribs, they cheerfully clinked their champagne glasses, celebrating their hostile takeover of my family's media empire.
I tried to scream for help, but my lungs wouldn't work.
Then, Alta's sweet voice delivered the final, fatal blow over the speaker.
"Your mother? I took care of her too."
I died in the freezing rain, my heart frozen with absolute hatred as I realized every touch and whispered promise was just a calculated step toward my murder.
I gave them everything, treating them like my closest family.
Why did they have to kill my innocent mother? Why did I blindly trust two vipers who only wanted to drain my blood?
Opening my eyes again, the smell of gasoline was gone.
I was back in my bedroom, safe and unharmed, on the exact day of my twenty-first birthday party.
The day the tragedy began.
Downstairs, my murderers were waiting to spring their trap, expecting me to blindly accept Greggory's proposal.
But this time, I put on a blood-red dress, grabbed the photo of their secret affair, and walked down the stairs to choose a new fiancé—the most ruthless billionaire in the room.
8.6
Genevieve was heavily pregnant, holding the legal papers that would transfer her massive family trust fund to her loving husband, Clinton.
But as she approached his study, she heard a familiar giggle. Through the cracked door, she saw her cousin Carolynn sitting on his desk, her skirt hiked up, while Clinton smirked and poured bourbon.
"Once she signs those papers, we don't need her anymore," Clinton laughed coldly. "The kidnapping is staged for tomorrow. She and the brat disappear permanently."
Genevieve gasped, and he spotted her. When she frantically tried to run, her trusted housekeeper blocked the stairs. Clinton dragged her back, beat her mercilessly, and locked her in a freezing, underground cellar.
Denied any medical help, she endured agonizing hours of labor alone in the dark, only to deliver a stillborn child. Clinton then walked in, ruthlessly tossed her dead baby's tiny body into a pile of dirty rags, and brutally strangled her.
As her lungs burned and the world faded to black, her heart shattered into a million jagged pieces. She had given him everything. How could they be so monstrous as to murder her and her innocent child just for money?
Opening her eyes again, the freezing cellar was gone.
She was standing in an emerald silk gown at an elite charity gala—the exact night their original kidnapping plot began, a month before she even announced her pregnancy.
This time, the naive socialite was dead, and she was going to make them pay in blood.
7.9
For five years, I was the invisible force behind my charismatic architect boyfriend's empire, painstakingly designing the dream home we built together.
But for the eighteenth time, Jayson canceled adding my name to the deed, rushing out on our candlelit dinner for yet another "critical emergency" with his young, attractive mentee, Ciera.
He left me alone at our custom dining table, blindly prioritizing her manufactured crises over our future. Hours later, Ciera posted a photo on Instagram. She was sitting in his executive chair, wearing his unbuttoned dress shirt, with two empty wine glasses on the desk. When I finally confronted him the next morning, he didn't apologize. Instead, he looked at me with arrogant amusement.
"Where are you going to go, Allison? Without me? Without this firm? Don't forget, I made you!"
My love didn't die in a sudden explosion; it bled out drop by drop over eighteen broken promises. I had poured my soul into his success, only to be treated like a disposable asset in my own home. To make the irony even more suffocating, a plastic stick in my bathroom soon revealed two stark red lines. I was pregnant with his child.
I didn't cry, and I certainly didn't use the baby to beg for his love. Instead, I packed a single suitcase, accepted a senior role at his biggest rival firm in London, and left a resignation letter on his desk. This time, I am building an empire of my own.