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Service Was Mediocre: Reviewing My Billionaire Lover

Service Was Mediocre: Reviewing My Billionaire Lover

I woke up in a luxury penthouse with a blinding headache and bruises on my thighs, staring at the man who was about to ruin my life. Cullen Hunter, the most dangerous billionaire in Los Angeles, was stepping out of the shower, ready to discard me with a signed check and a cold look of disdain. Then the memories hit me like a physical blow. I realized I had woken up in the "Death Flag" scene of a script—this was the exact morning Avery Hall was supposed to be kicked out, humiliated, and started her downward spiral into a tragic death. The nightmare escalated within minutes. My own brother, Ernest, called to tell me I was no longer a member of the family, freezing my trust fund and evicting me from my apartment. He believed the lies of our "perfect" adopted sister, Cheslie, who had leaked her own private photos and framed me for it just to gain sympathy. Even my fiancé, Preston, couldn't wait to dump me in public, calling me a "crazy bitch" before running straight into Cheslie’s waiting arms. I was suddenly homeless, bankrupt, and the most hated woman in the city. My family wanted me to crawl back and apologize on my knees for a crime I didn't commit, while the man I had just spent the night with watched my destruction with boredom. I didn't understand how they could all turn on me so fast, or how I was expected to survive in a world where the script was literally written for my failure. "Avery, don't make this difficult," Cullen warned, waiting for the tears he thought were coming. But I refused to play the victim. I pulled three hundred dollars of my last bits of cash, slapped them onto Cullen’s nightstand, and told him the service was mediocre. I wasn't going to beg for love or mercy anymore; I was going to rewrite the ending of this story and become the most dangerous femme fatale Hollywood had ever seen.
The Billionaire's wedding

The Billionaire's wedding

Xavier and Nadira's marriage, arranged by their families, made their relationships even more complicated. Whether it was between Nadira and Xavier, Xavier and Nadira's overprotective older brother, or Nadira and Anita, all these relationships colored Xavier and Nadira's future marriage. "Has Dad gone to London?" Xavier asked, sitting right next to Nadira. Nadira nodded in response. "Yes, Dad was taken to the airport by Kenzo, and Kenzo left for the office early this morning as he had to take over the meeting that Dad was supposed to lead," Nadira explained, making Xavier nod. Xavier then took a piece of bread prepared by Nadira. For a few moments, they remained silent, until a waiter approached and handed a small piece of paper to Nadira, making both of them look towards the waiter. "What's this?" Nadira asked, and Xavier also glanced at the paper. "A message from the young master, Miss," the waiter replied, making Nadira immediately realize that it was a message from Ditrian. Nadira opened the message, which contained instructions to go to Ditrian's room where he had stored a gift. Nadira found it strange that Ditrian didn't send the message via phone, but she promptly responded. "Thank you. You may return to your duties," Nadira said, and the waiter nodded before continuing with his work. Xavier looked at the paper held by Nadira. "Your siblings seem to be very attentive," Xavier said as he took a bite of his bread. "Yes, because I'm their only sister," Nadira replied without looking at Xavier. "But your father is a bit distant and strict," Xavier added. "That's because that's just his personality," Nadira replied briefly, making Xavier gaze at her for a moment before getting up from his chair. "I'm heading straight to the office. You can go back home with the house driver, right?" Xavier asked as he adjusted his tie. "My brother asked us to stay for two more days," Nadira said, making Xavier immediately look at her with a displeased expression. "Didn't you promise that we would only stay for one day?" Xavier asked, and Nadira nodded. "Yes, initially that was the plan, but my brother suggested it would be better to stay here for a few days. Besides, he doesn't ask this of us often. Just consider it as a return favor because he has been staying at our house for a few days," Nadira said. Xavier was about to speak, but Nadira interrupted him. "If you don't like it, you can go back to Anita. I'll stay here, but I won't give my brother any reason as to why you didn't stay. He must also know that you're accompanying your first wife," Nadira said before leaving Xavier behind. Xavier rubbed his face roughly. How could he be so petty? That would surely tarnish his reputation in the eyes of his siblings. Although Xavier had no intention of being a good brother-in-law in their eyes, he still had his pride and didn't want to be looked down upon as a man.
BENNY'S HEART

BENNY'S HEART

Benny has known struggle her whole life. Growing up in extreme poverty, she has carried the weight of her family's financial burdens since childhood. At just five years old, she learned that dreams meant nothing without money. By the time she turns twenty, she's exhausted mentally, emotionally, and physically. A law student on the verge of breaking, Benny juggles endless jobs, both online and offline, hoping to escape the cycle of poverty. But no matter how hard she tries, every effort ends in failure. Depression clings to her like a shadow, making school even harder. Her grades slip. Her dreams start to feel impossible. Then, just when she's ready to give up, one job offer changes everything. She lands a ghostwriting position in the world's most powerful multi-billion-dollar publishing company. It's supposed to be a lifeline, a way to finally provide for her family. But she never expects to collide headfirst with the heir to the company. The cold, ruthless, and dangerously charming billionaire successor. ADRIAN STERLING He's Arrogant, controlling, and untouchable. Feared by employees, respected by competitors. Emotionally unavailable-or so it seems. A man who gets everything he wants, except Benny. They start off as enemies. He sees her as just another employee-or worse, a threat to his perfect empire. Benny, on the other hand, has zero interest in playing his games. She refuses to be intimidated. She refuses to back down. But something about her gets under his skin. Maybe it's her sharp tongue. Maybe it's the way she doesn't worship him like the rest. Or maybe... it's the fact that for the first time in his life, he's met a woman who doesn't want him. Benny doesn't believe in love. To her, it's a fairytale designed to trap people in lifelong misery. > "If you want to be happy, don't think about love. Don't even think about marriage." But he? He can't stop thinking about her. For the first time in his privileged, powerful life, he is the one chasing. And when secrets begin to unravel, when past pains, betrayals, and deep scars come to light, Benny will have to decide: Will she let herself fall? Or will she keep running... even if it means breaking both their hearts?
Rising From Ruin: A Gold's Unstoppable Comeback

Rising From Ruin: A Gold's Unstoppable Comeback

My hand trembled as I prepared to call Kevin. I had sacrificed everything for him, cutting ties with my tycoon father, Harrison Gold. But finally, my father had agreed to meet Kevin, even considering funding his tech startup. Peace and success felt within our grasp. Then, a new Instagram post from Jess Vance, Kevin's business partner, popped up. It was an ultrasound picture, captioned, "Love knows no timeline." My blood ran cold when Kevin called moments later. "Jess is pregnant," he stated flatly. "It's mine," he continued, "and she' s Harrison Gold's daughter." He demanded a divorce, claiming it was "just business" to secure vital funding. He violently shoved me as I resisted, sending me crashing into a table. A searing pain ripped through me as I crumpled, bleeding profusely. I was losing our baby, and he just walked out, leaving me there. The man I loved and gave everything for had brutally betrayed me. He destroyed our marriage, our future, and our unborn child for a lie and for money. How could he commit such a monstrous act, all for a fabricated identity for his mistress? But he made one critical mistake: he provoked a Gold. He dismissed me as unsupported, never realizing my powerful father's true reach. My father, seeing my brokenness and the loss of his grandchild, vowed cold, absolute revenge. This wasn't just a breakup; it was a war, and I, Sarah Gold, was about to rise from its ashes.
Escaping The Billionaire's Golden Cage

Escaping The Billionaire's Golden Cage

For three years, my billionaire husband Bronson treated me like a fragile glass doll. The media said he worshipped me, but his love felt more like a suffocating collar as we struggled with infertility. The day I finally got a positive pregnancy test, I wanted to surprise him. Instead, I opened his hidden safe and found a commercial surrogacy contract. He had secretly bought another woman to carry his child, and she was already seven weeks pregnant. When I confronted him and threw my wedding ring on his desk, his perfect husband mask shattered. He claimed he did it to "protect" my weak body. When I demanded a divorce and walked out, he systematically cut off my air supply. He froze my credit cards, drained my personal trust fund, and blacklisted me across the entire entertainment industry. "She'll last forty-eight hours before she's crying on her knees." Standing penniless in the freezing rain, I pressed a hand to my flat stomach. If he found out about the baby inside me, he would use it as an unbreakable chain to lock me in his cage forever. I couldn't let him win. With nowhere left to run, I called an old co-star who had mysteriously vanished from Hollywood years ago. Gardner Whitfield wasn't an actor anymore; he was a ruthless corporate predator. He slid a contract across his desk, offering to forge me steel wings to tear Bronson apart. "Sign this, and you become my exclusive property for five years." Without hesitating, I picked up the pen.
Hiding His Sick Child From The CEO

Hiding His Sick Child From The CEO

Five years ago, I took ten million dollars from my fiancé's grandmother and abandoned him to save my father from dying in federal prison. Today, working three jobs just to survive, I ran into him while substituting as a music therapist at a VIP clinic. He is now a powerful Wall Street billionaire, standing beside his beautiful fiancée and their little girl. He trapped me, threw a stack of hundred-dollar bills at my face, and mocked me for being a pathetic gold digger who blew through his family's money. Bound by a strict non-disclosure agreement, I couldn't defend myself and fled in absolute humiliation. But fate wasn't done torturing me. That same afternoon, my four-year-old daughter—his secret child—was suspected of having severe leukemia. At the hospital, exhausted and terrified, I briefly leaned on a kind doctor friend's shoulder to cry. I had no idea my ex-fiancé was inspecting the new medical wing and watching us from the shadows. Seeing the child's bouncy curls, he mistakenly thought I had jumped into another man's bed and built a perfect family using the money I stole from him. Driven by insane jealousy and blind rage, he ordered his assistant to completely destroy the innocent doctor. "I want him to know what happens when you take what belongs to me." Watching my daughter's pale face, I knew my peaceful life was over. To save her life, I had to walk right back into the devil's den.