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Red Hot Short Stories

Red Hot Short Stories

WARNING: THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE AND EXPLICIT SCENES, READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION 🔞 Note: This is a red hot romance short stories. Another book is inside this particular book so do not feel werid when reading it although you'd definitely find it intriguing!! The First Book Title: The Cold-Hearted Tycoon's Bride. Second Book Title: My Soulmate.(You'd see the synopsis after which this particular one has ended with a chapter that follows respectively.) ************** TITLE: THE COLD-HEARTED TYCOON'S BRIDE. BLURB "Isadora what right did you have to go shout at Rosa at her house?!!" He yelled. "I didn't do that, I just wanted her to stay away from you. I don't like the relationship you're keeping with her, I am your wife and I am jealous." "You're very stupid for that statement "my wife." Listen, you're nothing to me. This marriage means nothing to me. I married you by mistake. To me, you're just like a crazy fan, not my wife. So next time you should know where you belong. You're too low to my standards to call you my wife. And I have the right to bring any lady home because this is my house, not your father's house, you dirty thing from the slum," he said, pushing her away as he walked inside. Her name is Isadora Rowling. She was a huge fan of Leonardo Da Vinci but she accidentally ended up as his wife. He hated her because he was not planning on marrying her. She thought he would fall for her but she didn't know that he was a devil himself. What happened next? Would he eventually love her?
His 'Practice' Bride, Her Real Wedding

His 'Practice' Bride, Her Real Wedding

For five years, Ava Miller navigated a passionate, secret relationship with Ethan Hayes, her best friend's younger brother. High above the New York skyline, she lived in their bubble, cherishing his touch and believing his fervent promises that their hidden love would "soon" be revealed to the world. She devoted herself, feeling vibrant and truly loved. One devastating night, her carefully constructed world shattered. Hiding just outside a half-open door, Ava overheard Ethan tell his closest friends she was nothing more than "great practice"—a mere "walking manual" for him to hone his boyfriend skills for his true, long-held obsession, Chloe Vance. Five years of her life, dismissed as a calculated "training program." The revelation was a gut punch. Ethan, the man who pursued her so ardently, abandoned her at her sickest to fuss over Chloe’s minor scrape. He allowed Chloe to publicly gloat, calling Ava a "warm-up act" and "convenient." Every tender word, every intimate gesture, now felt like a meticulously rehearsed lie. The man she loved saw her as a disposable tool. How could someone be so callous? Was her entire five-year relationship a horrifying, humiliating charade? The sheer audacity, the betrayal, left her reeling, disgraced and utterly heartbroken. What was she if not a placeholder, a learning experience for someone else? Refusing to be a discarded practice doll any longer, Ava made a stark choice. She severed all ties, sold her life in New York, and fled to Charleston, determined to build a new, honest life—one where she was truly valued. But would her past, and Ethan’s eventual realization, allow her to move on untouched?
From Fiancée To Fortune

From Fiancée To Fortune

Our engagement party was everything I had dreamed of, bathed in the warm glow of chandeliers, my heart full as I squeezed Ethan' s hand. Five years, finally official. We were the perfect couple. But then, a piercing wail shattered the perfect facade. Ethan' s ten-year-old niece, Lily, pointed a trembling finger at me, accusing me of "indecent" behavior-a simple kiss. His sister-in-law, Chloe, twisted the narrative, claiming Lily was traumatized, and shockingly, Ethan walked right past me to comfort her, leaving me humiliated and frozen. The man I was about to marry, the man who was supposed to be my partner, was prioritizing a carefully staged tantrum over my feelings, over us. When the sacred symbol of our commitment, my engagement ring, was purposely dislodged and he allowed Lily to "retrieve" it as a family ritual, I began to see the cold, hard truth: I was an outsider in his life, and he was choosing them. Then, walking into the suite that was supposed to be ours, I found it filled with Chloe and Lily' s belongings, our master bedroom claimed, and a lacy nightgown that wasn't mine. The realization hit me: this wasn't just about weakness or family loyalty; it was a deliberate, intimate invasion, a calculated act of displacement before our life even began. My entire world began to crumble as I was accused of embezzlement, my career ripped away, and Ethan called, asking me to confess to a crime I didn' t commit "for the family." Why was I the target? Why was he so willing to sacrifice me? How could the man I loved be orchestrating my downfall? The pieces clicked into place with a screenshot: Ethan had set up the shell corporation. My betrayal was a meticulously planned conspiracy to steal my inheritance. I held my head high as the police arrived to arrest me, knowing I had a fight on my hands, but I was ready.
THE HEIRESS'S VENGEANCE

THE HEIRESS'S VENGEANCE

For five years, Elara Vance was the invisible force behind her husband Julian's meteoric rise. She managed his home, built his business plans, and raised the young son he brought into their lives with unconditional love. She thought she was a wife and a mother. She was wrong. The marriage was a calculated lie. The child was not an orphan, but Julian's biological son with his "real" wife, Sienna, who had been living a luxury life abroad on Elara's hard-earned profits. Elara was never more than a convenient, unpaid caretaker used to build an empire she would never own. But when the truth breaks, so does Elara's patience. She walks away with the one thing Julian underestimated: her brilliance. Overnight, the world shifts when Elara is revealed as the long-lost heiress to the Thorne family, inheriting a fortune that dwarfs Julian's small kingdom. Now, she is the most hunted woman in high society, surrounded by enemies who want her new power and a vengeful ex-husband who thinks he can manipulate her back into submission. Desperate for a shield, Elara accepts a cold proposal from Caspian Thorne, the most powerful and feared man on the continent. "Marry me," he commands. "I will protect your name, and in return, you will stabilize mine." It is a contract written in ice, but as Elara begins to dismantle Julian's life piece by piece, she realizes that Caspian is more than just a protector. In a world of lies and betrayal, Elara must decide if her heart can survive a second marriage, or if the only way to win is to become more ruthless than the men who tried to break her. The vengeance is hers, and the price is absolute.
From Stand-In To Seen

From Stand-In To Seen

Ava Miller, a New York florist, felt a happy thrill as she prepared for a special night. After six years with Ethan Davis, her childhood friend and secret love, she was finally ready to make their relationship official, dreaming of a future together. But a casual pre-dinner stop at their favorite brewery brutally shattered her future. Overhearing Ethan's friends, she discovered she wasn't his soulmate at all, but merely a "stand-in," a "comfortable" placeholder for his true, enduring love: Chloe Evans, who had just returned to town. The beautiful roses in her hand suddenly felt like a heavy burden as her dreams disintegrated. Witnessing Ethan's immediate, all-consuming concern for Chloe – even trivializing Ava's severe illness to attend to Chloe's tiny burn – alongside the harrowing discovery of his hidden "Chloe shrine," revealed years of devastating emotional neglect and a deeply rooted obsession. Public humiliation and private heartbreak became her constant companions. How could six years of devotion amount to such a deliberate, cruel deception? The realization that she was merely a convenient imitation, a safe harbor while his heart remained tethered elsewhere, ignited a powerful blend of disgust, agonizing sorrow, and a simmering rage at the profound betrayal. With an ironclad resolve hardened by this unbearable truth, Ava made a decisive click, cutting all digital ties. She swiftly dismantled her New York life, selling her condo and quitting her job, determined to escape the shadows of Ethan's deceit. But when a desperate Ethan tracks her across the country, begging for forgiveness, the "stand-in" must decide if she'll truly be free, or once again tempted by a past that refuses to die.
Love of a Bad Girl

Love of a Bad Girl

When Nolan met Danielle, he wasn't expecting anything. Truly nothing. To him, it was just another night, one more moment in a perfectly organized life, dictated by a meticulously crafted five-year plan. He had everything mapped out: his studies, his internship, his first job, then marriage to a proper girl chosen from his narrow circle of acquaintances. But that night, everything changed. Because she was there. Danielle. Sultry. Sexy. Tattooed. She was everything Nolan was not. She burned with an intensity he had never known. While he calculated every step, she rushed in headfirst, guided by instinct. Nolan was a virgin, discreet, reserved. She was a sex goddess, a free spirit, confident, untamed. He was terrified of needles. She laughed at that, her arms adorned with tattoos that told stories he couldn't even imagine. Coming from a wealthy background, Nolan lived according to the strict expectations of his parents, following a carefully written script. He never strayed from the path laid out for him. Danielle, too, came from an affluent family, but she had rejected everything that came with it. The social events, the obligations, the appearances. She had cut ties with her overbearing, overly perfect mother. Danielle wanted to live without limits, without attachments, without rules. That was before she met Nolan. This shy, cute, awkward boy... He intrigued her. He made her laugh. He threw her off balance. Danielle, used to easy and predictable flings, couldn't understand why this boy-so different-captivated her so much. He changed the way she saw the world, the way she saw love. But will she... change his?
The Fiancee Who Stole My Life

The Fiancee Who Stole My Life

The company was in chaos. My fiancée, Olivia Hayes, CEO of Hayes Innovations, was announcing her engagement to her high school sweetheart, Daniel Sterling. But the tech world wasn' t buzzing about their reunited love story; it was buzzing about something else-my disappearance. I was gone, vanished, while Olivia, arm-in-arm with Daniel, declared on live television that her wedding gift would be the patent for "Prometheus AI" -my life' s work, which I called Aegis. It was intended for her, a wedding gift from me. Watching from a hotel room in Zurich, I saw my life publicly dismantled. The comment sections cheered on their "love story," calling them a power couple, while I was dismissed as the "forgotten partner." Daniel sealed my humiliation with a passionate kiss, claiming our shared history. Then, Olivia, triumphant, announced Daniel would fund Prometheus' s next phase, holding up my creation as her dowry. My genius, the culmination of years of secret work, was being used to celebrate my own betrayal. The sudden, urgent "business trip" she' d arranged for me, her insistence I go alone-it was all a deliberate trap to get me out of the way. She thought I was just a tech entrepreneur, but I was a prodigy, recruited by a clandestine government agency; Aegis, her "Prometheus," was a strategic asset for the U.S. government-and announcing it as her dowry was a federal crime. My phone vibrated with her hollow apologies. But I felt no anger, no heartbreak, just profound weariness. The man who loved Olivia Hayes was gone, replaced by someone colder, harder. I looked at the glittering Zurich lights, and I knew what I had to do. I picked up the phone, scrolled to an unlisted contact: Agent Smith. "Miller," a gruff voice answered. "It's 3 a.m. here. This had better be a matter of national security." "It is," I said, my voice devoid of emotion. "Get me a flight. I' m coming home. Now."