Under His Billionaire Roof
One childhood crush. One unbreakable rule. One mansion where every hallway feels like a trap.
For fifteen years, Leighton Hayes has loved Noah Knight from afar, the untouchable older brother of her best friend Chloe. Now twenty-three, broke, and freshly homeless, Leighton has nowhere to go but the sprawling estate of the man who once barely noticed her. Noah remembers her all too well. The billionaire who built an empire from nothing has spent the last six months trying to become a better man, and the shy girl in oversized hoodies who just moved into his guest wing is the most dangerous temptation he’s ever faced.
Chloe’s single rule was always clear: her friends are off-limits. Especially to Noah, the reformed Playboy who used to burn through supermodels and headlines. But late nights, shared secrets, and one stolen shirt ignite a fire neither of them can extinguish. What begins as whispered confessions and almost-kisses explodes into a secret affair neither wants to end, even as the lies stack higher.
When Chloe discovers the truth, the betrayal threatens to destroy the only family each of them has ever known. Leighton must decide if love is worth losing her best friend. Noah must prove he’s finally ready to risk everything for the one woman he swore he’d never touch.
Some rules are made to be broken.
Some hearts refuse to stay forbidden.
Basahin
Chapter: Chapter 105: The Appointment"Two?" Noah's voice cracked. He stared at the screen. At the two tiny shapes. Two heartbeats flickering. "Twins," Dr. Patterson confirmed. "Fraternal, from what I can see. Two separate sacs. Two placentas." Leighton couldn't breathe. Couldn't think. The room tilted sideways. "That's... that's not possible," she said. "It's actually more common than you'd think. Especially if there's a family history. Do either of you have twins in your family?" "My grandmother," Noah said quietly. "My dad's mom. She had twin boys." "There you go. Genetic predisposition." Dr. Patterson pointed at the screen. "See here? Baby A is measuring right on track. And Baby B is just slightly smaller, but that's normal. Both heartbeats are strong. Everything looks perfect." Perfect. The word sounded wrong. Nothing about this felt perfect. Leighton looked at Noah. His face was gray. His hand gripped hers too tight. Hurting her. She didn't tell him to stop. "I'll print you some pictures," Dr. Patterson sa
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Chapter: Chapter 104: Three Months LaterThe plus sign appeared in thirty seconds. Leighton stared at the test. Her hand shaking. The bathroom tiles cold under her bare feet. She'd taken the test while Noah was at the gym. Couldn't wait. Couldn't not know. Two weeks late. She'd convinced herself it was stress. The new client contracts. The late nights building her design portfolio. Her body adjusting to married life. But her body knew. Had known for days. She was pregnant. The word felt too big for her mouth. Too real. Too terrifying. She sat on the edge of the bathtub. Stared at the test again. The plus sign didn't change. Didn't fade. Didn't turn into a mistake. Her phone buzzed. Noah's text. *Heading home. Want breakfast?* She couldn't text back. Her fingers wouldn't work. She just sat there. Holding a plastic stick that changed everything. The front door opened twenty minutes later. Noah's voice carried up the stairs. "Baby? You up?" She tried to answer. Nothing came out. His footsteps on the stairs. Getting cl
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Chapter: Chapter 103: Chloe Is Pregnant"You're cooking?"Leighton stood in the kitchen doorway. Noah was at the stove. Actually cooking. Chicken sizzling in a pan. Garlic smell filling the air."Attempting to cook," he corrected. "There's a difference.""When did this happen?""When I realized my wife shouldn't have to do everything." He looked over his shoulder. Smiled. "Plus Chloe's coming over. I want to prove I'm a functional adult.""By making dinner?""By not burning dinner. Lower bar. More achievable."She walked over. Looked in the pan. "That actually looks good.""Don't sound so surprised.""I am surprised. Last time you tried to cook, you set off the smoke alarm.""That was once. Six months ago. I've grown." He stirred the chicken. Added wine to the pan. It bubbled. Smelled amazing. "How do I know when it's done?""When it's not pink inside.""Helpful."She laughed. Grabbed plates from the cabinet. Started setting the table. The dining room table they'd eaten at maybe five times since she moved in. Usually they a
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Chapter: Chapter 102: ClearedThe call came at eight in the morning.Agent Torres. Noah put it on speaker."Mr. Knight. The SEC is officially closing your case. No charges will be filed. You're cleared."Leighton's hand found Noah's across the table. Their fingers locked tight."Thank you," Noah said. His voice was steady but his hand was shaking."Jennifer Drake's trial begins next month. We'll need you to testify. But as a witness. Not a defendant.""I'll be there.""One more thing. The story's going public today. Press will be all over this. You might want to get ahead of it.""We already are." Noah looked at Leighton. "Press conference is scheduled for noon."Torres was quiet for a second. "Good. Control the narrative. Don't let them write it for you."The call ended.Noah set down the phone. Stared at it like it might ring again and take it all back."It's over," Leighton said."It's over." He stood. Pulled her up. Held her. His face pressed into her hair. "We won.""We won."They stood there for a long momen
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Chapter: Chapter 101: The FalloutThe headline hit at six AM.**KNIGHT SECURITY CEO CLEARED IN SEC PROBE. FORMER ASSOCIATE ARRESTED FOR FRAUD.**Leighton read it on her phone. Then the next one. And the next.**JENNIFER DRAKE ARRESTED AT JFK. EXTORTION CHARGES.****KNIGHT'S NAME CLEARED BUT COMPANY STOCK PLUMMETS.****INVESTORS FLEE KNIGHT SECURITY AMID SCANDAL FALLOUT.**She sat up in bed. Noah was still asleep beside her. His phone was buzzing on the nightstand. Seventeen missed calls. Twenty-three unread messages.She grabbed it. Opened the news app. More headlines.**BOARD MEETING SCHEDULED. KNIGHT'S FUTURE UNCERTAIN.****CLIENTS ABANDON FIRM AMID LEGAL DRAMA.****STOCK DOWN 31% IN EARLY TRADING.**Her stomach dropped.Noah's eyes opened. He saw her face. Sat up."What happened?"She handed him his phone. Let him read.His jaw went tight. He scrolled through the headlines. The messages. The calls. His face got paler with each one."The stock's crashing," he said."I know.""Clients are pulling out.""I know.""Eve
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Chapter: Chapter 100: The Turning PointDavid walked into the SEC building at nine AM with three boxes of evidence.Noah walked beside him. Suit pressed. Tie straight. Face calm. He looked like the man who built an empire. Not the man who'd been falling apart a week ago.Leighton waited in the car outside. She'd wanted to come in. David said no. Too many people. Too complicated. But she'd driven them here. Sat in the driver's seat with her hands on the wheel. Ready.Agent Torres met them in the lobby. His face was unreadable."Mr. Knight. Mr. Morrison. Follow me."The conference room was too bright. White walls. Glass table. Six agents waiting. Torres. Kim. Four others whose names didn't matter. They all had the same expression. Tired. Suspicious. Done with this case.David set the boxes on the table. Opened the first one."We're here to present new evidence," he said. "Evidence that fundamentally changes the nature of this investigation."Torres crossed his arms. "We've heard that before.""Not like this." David pulled out
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The Holidate Pact
SLOANE HOLBROOK is a thirty-five-year-old copywriter whose only commitment is to sarcasm, but every major holiday turns her into a single, pitiful spectacle for her judgmental family.
Her solution? JACKSON, a charming, commitment-phobic Australian golf coach who needs a distraction just as badly as she does. They forge the "Holidate Pact" a year-long contract to be each other’s flawless, platonic plus-ones for every major event, with one rigid rule: zero feelings.
But when a New Year's Eve kiss designed for public consumption feels startlingly real, Sloane and Jackson realize surviving the holiday calendar is easy; surviving the relentless, rule-breaking, undeniable attraction might be impossible.
They signed up for a cynical transaction, but what happens when their fake relationship becomes the most honest thing in their lives?
Basahin
Chapter: CHAPTER 42: The Tournament (Day Two - The Watching)**SLOANE**Seven AM. I haven't slept. I've been watching it spread across the ceiling for hours.His text sits on my phone screen. *I love you. I'm just not ready yet.*I read it at two AM. Typed three different responses. Deleted them all.What could I say? I'm not ready either.But I love him. God, I love him.I shower. The water pressure is weak. Everything in this hotel feels temporary. Wrong.Coffee from the lobby tastes burnt. I drink it anyway.I'm going to the tournament.The decision is easy. Staying away would be impossible.The golf course is already crowded when I arrive at ten. Families spread blankets on the grass. Vendors sell hot dogs and beer.I find a spot in the back. Sunglasses on. Baseball cap pulled low.The practice green is visible from here. Jackson's there. White polo. Navy pants. Putting.He looks tired. Dark circles even from this distance. But his movements are sharp. Focused.My fault. All my fault.His tee time is eleven twenty-three.I stay in the back
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Chapter: CHAPTER 41: The Tournament (Day One - The Spiral)**JACKSON**The alarm screams at six AM. My head feels like someone took a hammer to it.Whiskey. Too much whiskey.I grab my phone. Seventeen notifications. All from Sloane.I swipe them away without reading. Can't. Not yet.The shower water runs too hot. I don't adjust it. Let it burn. Maybe the pain will clear my head.It doesn't.Coffee in the hotel restaurant tastes like dirt. I force it down anyway.Mike slides into the booth across from me. Takes one look at my face."You look like shit.""Feel like shit.""The fight?"I stare at him. "How did you know?""Mate. The whole hotel heard you."Perfect. Great. Just what I need."Want to talk about it?""No."He signals the waitress. Orders eggs. Toast. Orange juice. I can barely look at food."You need to eat something. Practice round in an hour.""I'm fine.""You're not fine."I drink more coffee. My hands shake slightly. Mike notices. Says nothing.The practice range is crowded. Other players warming up. The sound of clubs hitting
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Chapter: CHAPTER 40: The Breaking Point**JACKSON**June 15th. Three weeks since Memorial Day. Everything is perfect.Which means I should've known something was about to break."Milwaukee tournament," I tell Sloane over breakfast. "Four days. Starts Thursday."She looks up from her laptop. "Prize money?""Fifty thousand."Her eyes widen. "Jackson. That's huge.""Regional qualifier. But yeah. Could change things.""I'm coming with you.""You have work.""I work remotely, remember?" She closes the laptop. "Besides this is important."I reach across the table. Lace our fingers together. Her skin is warm from holding her coffee mug."What did I do to deserve you?""Made a fake dating pact with a stranger from a Target returns line.""Best decision ever."She smiles. That soft smile that makes my chest tight.We start packing that night. My apartment. With my mother gone, we have the place to ourselves.Sloane folds my tournament shirts. I pack my golf shoes. The TV plays some cooking show neither of us is watching.My phone ri
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Chapter: CHAPTER 39: Memorial Day Weekend**SLOANE** My mother called on Friday morning. "We're having a cookout. Monday. The whole family. You and Jackson should come." Her voice was still slightly stiff. But warmer than last week. "Are you sure?" "I'm sure. It's time." My eyes stung. "We'll be there." "Good. And Sloane?" "Yeah, Mom?" "I'm glad you're happy. Even if I'm still processing... everything." "I know. Thank you." Monday morning, Jackson paced my kitchen. Checked his phone three times in five minutes. "This is different," he said. "How?" "Before, I was performing. Now I'm just me." "And you're worried they won't like the real you?" "Maybe." I cupped his face. Made him look at me. "The real you is the best you. They'll see that." "You're biased." "Extremely." We arrived at two PM. My parents' backyard was already full. Peter manning the grill. Jennifer chasing the kids. Susan on her second beer. Various cousins sprawled on lawn chairs. Caroline sat with my mother on the patio. They were laughing
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Chapter: CHAPTER 38: The Aftermath**SLOANE** One week later, life was surprisingly normal. Jackson stayed over three nights a week. I stayed at his twice. We didn't call it moving in, but there was a drawer at each other's places now. His toothbrush by my sink. My coffee mug in his cabinet. His sweatpants folded in my dresser. My hair ties scattered across his bathroom counter. Small invasions that felt like home. My mother still wasn't fully speaking to me. But she was thawing. She'd invited us to brunch next Sunday. Progress. My father called Jackson for golf. Actual golf. Not interrogation disguised as golf. Peter and Jennifer had us over for dinner. The kids climbed all over Jackson, showing him their toys, demanding he play referee in their games. Susan sent drunk texts of support at two AM. Typical. Caroline decided to stay another month. Rented a small apartment in Lincoln Park. "I like Chicago," she announced over coffee. "And I'm not done getting to know Sloane." We had tea every Wednesday. My idea.
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Chapter: CHAPTER 37: Charlotte's Final Move**SLOANE** Forty-seven missed calls. I stared at my phone screen, still half-asleep. Seven AM on Friday morning. Mom (12 calls). Susan (8 calls). Various aunts and cousins. Even my father. He never called. One voicemail from my mother. Her voice tight. Controlled. "Sloane Elizabeth. Call me. NOW." My stomach dropped. I called Jackson. He answered on the first ring. "Something's wrong," I said. "What?" "My whole family's been calling. My mom sounds..." I couldn't finish. "I'm coming over." He was there in twenty minutes. Hair wet. Still in yesterday's shirt. I called my mother back with shaking hands. Put it on speaker. "Mom? What's wrong?" "Is it true?" "Is what true?" "That you and Jackson have been lying to us? That the whole relationship is FAKE?" The world tilted. "Who told you that?" "Does it matter? IS IT TRUE?" I couldn't speak. Couldn't breathe. Jackson took the phone. "Mrs. Holbrook, we can explain." "I don't want explanations. I want the truth." "We'll
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