The Billionaire's Temporary Mistress
Sophie Laurent had everything until the Blackstones destroyed her world.
When her wealthy father was framed for embezzlement and forced to suicide by Arthur Blackstone and his brother Marcus.Sophie's life shattered. The Laurent empire was stolen, her name dragged through the mud, and she was left with nothing but burning hatred for the Blackstone dynasty.
Now Damien Blackstone, the ruthless heir to the empire that ruined her, offers a devil's bargain:
"Be my mistress for six months, and I'll give you back your father's company."
Sophie accepts but this is no simple transaction. She has other plans to
Uncover the truth about her father's death and destroy the Blackstone empire from within
she wants to make Damien pay for his family's sins
Yet as she infiltrates Damien's world, Sophie discovers shocking truths.
Damien was just a pawn in his father's games
The embezzlement scheme goes deeper than she imagined
Someone is watching them someone who will kill to keep the past buried
When Sophie uncovers proof that Damien knew the truth all along, she must choose to either to complete her revenge and destroy the man she's come to love
Or risk everything to expose the real killers knowing it may cost both their lives
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Chapter: Chapter one hundred and twenty Sophie's pov **The Descent Into Darkness** The black SUV rumbled through the abandoned meatpacking district, its tires crunching over broken glass and decades-old filth. Damien Blackstone sat motionless in the backseat, his hands resting on his knees, his breathing steady despite the gun pressed to his ribs by the hulking enforcer beside him. Outside the tinted windows, the warehouses loomed like gravestones, their broken windows staring blindly into the night. *"Last chance to turn back, Blackstone,"* sneered the man to his left—Rico, Ferraro's right hand, with knuckles scarred from too many bare-knuckle fights. His breath reeked of garlic and cheap whiskey. Damien didn’t flinch. *"Just drive."* The SUV turned down a narrow alley, the headlights illuminating a rusted metal door marked with a single symbol—a rat, its tail coiled into a crown. Ferraro’s mark. The door groaned open, revealing a yawning darkness beyond. ### **The Dungeon** The air inside was thick with t
Last Updated: 2025-08-18
Chapter: Chapter one hundred and nineteen Sophie's pov **Prelude to War** The full moon hung heavy over Manhattan, its pale light glinting off the Metropolitan ballroom glass roof like a warning. Inside the transformed Temple of Dendur, the air thrummed with unspoken threats, every crystal flute and diamond bracelet a potential weapon in the right hands. I stood motionless near the 2nd century BC sandstone temple, my black Valentino gown absorbing the light while the emerald-cut diamond at my throat refracted it into dangerous green shards. The dress had been specially tailored—backless to allow freedom of movement, the thigh slit concealing not just one but two ceramic blades in custom thigh sheaths. "Stop counting," Damien murmured against my ear, his breath warm against the shell where my comms device was hidden. His hand at my back traced idle circles through the fabric, mapping security positions only they could see. "You've scanned the room seventeen times." I didn't blink. "Eighteen armed guards now.
Last Updated: 2025-08-16
Chapter: Chapter one hundred and eighteen Sophie's pov **The Ballroom** The Waldorf Astoria's Grand Ballroom shimmered like a gilded prison, every surface polished to a blinding sheen that reflected the hollow smiles of New York's elite. Damien Blackstone stood near the towering ice sculpture - a swan with wings spread in mid-flight, its delicate neck arched in false serenity - his fingers tightening around the crystal tumbler of eighteen-year-old Macallan. The ice had long since melted, the whiskey gone warm and bitter on his tongue. *This entire evening was a carefully constructed trap.* He didn't need to glance at me to know I'd reached the same conclusion. my hand on his arm was a vise, my French-tipped nails digging crescent moons into the black wool of his tuxedo sleeve. The emerald-cut diamond of my dazzling wedding band caught the light as I flexed my fingers - their private signal for danger."Security sweep the perimeter every twelve minutes," Damien murmured, his lips barely moving as he s
Last Updated: 2025-08-14
Chapter: chapter one hundred and seventeen Sophie's pov **The Interception** The Greyhound bus shuddered as it lumbered onto the I-90, its diesel engine groaning under the weight of fifty-seven passengers and their collective exhaustion. Lila Blackstone sat curled against the window in seat 32C, her knees drawn to her chest, her fingers nervously picking at the frayed edges of her hoodie sleeves. The glass was cool against her forehead as she watched the city lights blur into streaks of gold against the gathering twilight. *Just a few more hours, she told herself. *Then Chicago. Then freedom.* She'd planned it perfectly,the fake ID purchased from a college student near campus, the cash withdrawn in small amounts over weeks to avoid suspicion, the bus ticket bought under the name "Lily Brennan." She'd even dyed her hair two shades darker, the chestnut brown making her look older than thirteen. A sudden jolt rocked the bus. Lila's head snapped up as the vehicle swerved violently. "Jesus Christ!" the driver sh
Last Updated: 2025-08-14
Chapter: Chapter one hundred and sixteen Sophie's pov **The Storm ** The morning dawned gray over the city, the sky a bruised purple as storm clouds gathered over the steel-and-glass towers of Blackstone Industries. Damien Blackstone stood motionless before the floor-to-ceiling windows of his corner office, his reflection a ghostly imprint against the city skyline. The tumbler of 18-year-old Macallan in his hand remained untouched, the ice long melted into watery oblivion. His phone buzzed for the twelfth time in an hour. Another board member. Another investor. Another journalist. He ignored them all. The numbers didn't lie. In the three weeks since the scandal broke, Blackstone Industries' stock had plummeted 42%. Three major mergers had collapsed. The board was in open revolt. And now, today—the vote. A sharp knock at the door. "Mr. Blackstone?" His assistant, Evelyn, hovered in the doorway, her normally composed face tight with tension. "They're ready for you in the boardroom." Damien di
Last Updated: 2025-08-13
Chapter: Chapter one hundred and five Sophie's pov **The Walk to School** The autumn air carried a bitter chill as Lila Laurent trudged up the hill toward Crestwood Academy, her breath forming small clouds in front of her. The massive Gothic-style school building loomed ahead, its arched windows reflecting the pale morning light like judgmental eyes watching her approach. Lila adjusted the straps of her backpack, the weight of her textbooks nothing compared to the heaviness in her chest. Three weeks. Three weeks since the video had leaked. Three weeks since her life had shattered. A group of sophomore girls ahead of her suddenly burst into laughter, then immediately hushed as they noticed her. One of them—Amber Hastings, the captain of the debate team—whispered something behind her hand, and the others dissolved into giggles again, their eyes darting toward Lila before quickly looking away. "They're talking about Dad.""Just ignore them, they don't exist."Lila's stomach twisted. She ducked her head
Last Updated: 2025-08-13
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