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The Cheating Billionaire
Romance It is said that "The heart is a canvas, painted with the vibrant colors of love, but also scarred by the dark brushstrokes of betrayal."
In the rarefied world of wealth and privilege, where the elite play by their own rules, one man stands tall - Julian Blackwood, the billionaire playboy with a reputation for being as ruthless in business as he is reckless in love. His name is whispered in awe and terror, a byword for power, sophistication, and scandal. But beneath the façade of his glamorous lifestyle, Julian is a complex and multifaceted individual, driven by a deep-seated need for control and a fear of intimacy.
That is, until he meets Emily Wilson, his stunning and intelligent new assistant. With her sharp wit, captivating smile, and unbridled passion, Emily is the one woman who can see beyond Julian's carefully constructed mask and touch the heart he's kept hidden for so long. As they embark on a secret affair, the sparks fly, and the passion ignites. For the first time in his life, Julian feels truly alive, and he knows he'll do anything to keep Emily by his side.
As they navigate the treacherous landscape of their whirlwind romance, Julian and Emily must confront the dark secrets of their pasts and the lies that have defined their lives. Julian's reputation as a cheater and a player threatens to destroy their relationship, and Emily must decide whether to forgive the man she loves for his transgressions or walk away from the only love she's ever known.
But just as it seems that their love may be strong enough to overcome any obstacle, the ghosts of Julian's past come back to haunt him. The vengeful ex-lovers, the scheming socialites, and the ruthless business rivals all converge, determined to destroy Julian's reputation and claim Emily for themselves. As the secrets and lies begin to unravel, Emily is faced with an impossible choice: forgive the man she loves or walk away from the only love she's ever known.
And then, just as Julian is about to confess his deepest secrets to Emily, a shocking revelation throws everything into chaos. A mysterious figure from Julian's past appears, threatening to expose a long-buried secret that could destroy not only Julian's reputation but also his relationship with Emily. As the truth begins to unravel, Emily is left reeling, wondering if she ever really knew the man she loves. Will Julian's love be enough to redeem his past mistakes, or will his cheating ways tear them apart forever? The fate of their love hangs in the balance, as the billionaire's world begins to crumble around him. And as Emily stands at the crossroads, she must decide: will she forgive Julian and risk losing herself, or will she walk away and leave him to face the consequences of his actions alone? The choice is hers, but the outcome is far from certain... You might like
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AAAngels It was June, at the crack of dawn, a beautiful woman woke up with pains wracking her body and a splitting headache in a presidential suite of a five-star hotel, somewhere in the capital city, Nordeny.
She felt utterly exhausted. Her head was killing her. It was as if she had woken up in a stranger's body. The young woman was Anya MacMillan. She forced her eyes open and pushed herself up. The sight before her baffled her.
A huge bed. Messy sheets with streaks of dried dubious fluids stained. Clothes strewn across the bed and the floor. Clothes that belonged to her and a man.
Anya jerked in shock. She whipped her head around and stared at the other side of the bed.
On the huge and messy bed slept the man whom she had been secretly in love with forever. Evan Welton, the most sought-after bachelor in the capital city. The Adonis of Nordeny.
Exhaustion lined his handsome face. His eyes were tightly shut. He showed no signs of waking up. He was completely naked, His finely sculpted form laid completely bare to Anya's eyes.
The pounding in Anya's head worsened.
Her breathing quickened. Did she...had she...with Evan...last night?
Anya shoved aside the splitting pain in her head and forced herself to recall what had happened last night.
Last night...she remembered that she had paid a visit to her stepmother.
What had happened after that?
Her memories were a blur. Her head felt heavy and her neck was killing her. Amid the fog clouding her head, snippets of memories flashed. She remembered heated touches, naked flesh and then some...
There was no doubt about it. They had sex.
It must be her stepmother. Her stepmother must have drugged them! Anya couldn't think of anyone else who would do something so vicious to her!
Anya felt an alarm sound off in her head. 'She had to get out of here,' she thought. She tried to clamber out of bed immediately. She knew exactly who Evan Welton was.
The man set to inherit the vast fortunes of the wealthiest family in Nordeny and the bachelor whom every young woman from any respectable family sought to marry. A man who loathed the advances of women he didn't know. Angering him would mean death.
Anya imagined the possibility of Evan waking up right now. What would he think when he saw the mess? There was no way she could talk her way out of this one.
She had been secretly in love with the man since she had been a girl. She didn't want the man to detest her.
Anya scrambled to get out of bed. Suddenly, something shot towards her from the other side of the bed. He wrapped himself around her slender waist and yanking her back forcefully. The next moment, she was trapped under someone. She heard a husky male voice, rough with anger and through a clenched jaw. "Anya MacMillan...how dare you drug me..."
Anya's mind cleared up. The fog that had clouded her head dispelled immediately. She shook her head frantically. "I didn't do it! It wasn't me..."
"You didn't? How did you end up in my bed then?" Evan detested such shameless and stealthy means. His fingers tightened around Anya's pale arms. His strong grip nearly crushed her fragile bones.
Pain spiked down Anya's arms. Her eyes reddened as she repeated herself.
Evan wasn't interested in listening to her denials. In his view, she was just another despicable, loose woman who drugged him so that she could sleep with him. He released his grip on her and shoved her aside roughly. Then, he got out of bed and began to dress himself. "I don't want to see you again. Ever. Appear in my sight again and you're dead."
The young man pulled on the rest of his clothes angrily.
It was then that Sydney, Anya's stepsister, burst into the room suddenly. The sight of the mess in the room sent her into an instant rage. She had thought that the drug would make them pa** out and put up a deception of them having had sex.
They weren't supposed to actually sleep with each other!