Her Sugar Boy Was A Rival
Aurelia Blackwood rules her world with precision.
As the formidable CEO of Blackwood Global, she believes power is safest when it is controlled, emotions negotiated, and attachments temporary. Love has no place in her life—only desire, on her terms.
So when a quiet, attentive man slips into her orbit after a chance encounter, she doesn’t resist.
He becomes her indulgence.
Her secret.
Her sugar boy.
He is everything she allows herself to want—present when summoned, patient, observant, willing to give without demanding permanence. With Aurelia, he learns her rhythms, her silences, her need for dominance and certainty. She keeps him close but contained, convinced she holds every string.
What Aurelia doesn’t realize is that he was never accidental.
As months pass, control blurs into attachment. She starts looking for him when she’s tired. Trusting him with fragments of herself she never intended to share. Falling—slowly, unwillingly—for the one man who never tried to own her.
Then the truth fractures everything.
He is not just a man with ambition.
He is not just someone else’s partner.
He is tied to her greatest corporate rival—and he has been gathering information from the inside, feeding secrets that could dismantle the empire she built with blood, discipline, and sacrifice.
Betrayal cuts deeper when it wears the face of devotion.
Now Aurelia stands at a crossroads she never prepared for. Expose him and destroy the man who made her feel seen—or protect him and risk losing everything she’s ever fought for. Revenge promises safety. Love promises ruin.
In a world where power is currency and intimacy is leverage, Her Sugar Boy Was a Rival is a dark, obsessive romance about dominance, deception, and the most dangerous choice of all:
When the enemy knows your body, your secrets, and your heart
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Chapter: Power In PublicAureliaPublic power is a performance.Private power is instinct.The Enterprise Summit is nothing but polished egos wrapped in tailored suits—crystal lights, low music, champagne flowing like leverage. I step into the hall with practiced ease, my name already moving faster than I am, whispered between executives who smile too quickly and listen too carefully.“Aurelia Blackwood.”I acknowledge greetings with measured nods. I don’t linger. I don’t drift. I move with purpose, because uncertainty invites intrusion.Panels begin. Leaders speak about synergy and innovation, about collaboration dressed up as competition. I sit among them, composed, attentive, dissecting every word. Who hesitates. Who overcompensates. Who watches instead of talks.Power always reveals itself in silence.During a break, I’m approached by a familiar face—an old rival from the energy sector.“You’re expanding aggressively,” he says, glass in hand. “Some would call it reckless.”I meet his gaze calmly. “Some mi
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Chapter: Why I Don't LoveAureliaLove was never taken from me.It was taught out of me—slowly, methodically, the way you train something wild until it learns not to hope.I grew up in a house where silence was currency and affection was a weakness you paid for later. My father believed emotions dulled the mind. My mother believed endurance was the same thing as strength. Between them, I learned early that wanting was dangerous.I was seven the first time I understood this.I had brought home a drawing—crude lines, uneven shapes, but it was the first thing I’d ever been proud of. I placed it carefully on my father’s desk, hands trembling, heart loud in my chest.He didn’t look at it.He didn’t have to.“If you want approval,” he said, eyes still on his papers, “earn it.”I stood there for a long time after that, staring at the edge of his desk, waiting for something else. A smile. A word. Anything.Nothing came.From that day on, I stopped offering pieces of myself freely. I learned to wait. To calculate. To o
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Chapter: The Woman In ControlAureliaPeople often conflate control with coldness.I let them believe it.As I step through the glass doors of Blackwood Global’s headquarters, the atmosphere shifts instantly, like the stillness that envelops a room when a blade is drawn—not fear exactly, but an acute awareness that something authoritative has arrived. I move deliberately, my heels clicking against the polished marble floor, neither rushing nor greeting, for I do not need to.Glass, steel, marble—these elements converge here in perfect harmony. The building’s clean lines and sharp angles evoke a sense of order to which chaos has no claim. I designed this structure myself; it serves as a fortress for power.“Aurelia,” Elena calls, pivoting to match my pace. She clutches a clipboard to her chest as if it’s a shield. “The board meeting starts in ten. Legal is waiting. ValeCorp has moved their press release forward.”Of course they have.“Delay legal,” I reply, my tone calm yet firm. “I want the numbers first. And pull
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Chapter: The Price of AccessAureliaMorning is supposed to bring clarity.That’s the comforting lie I’ve woven into my life—that the light of dawn sharpens one’s judgment, restores the chaotic order of night’s shadow, and reminds you of your own identity. As the city remains shrouded in silence, I find myself waking before the sun fully rises, soft rays of golden sunlight slipping through the floor-to-ceiling glass walls, casting delicate, pale lines across the rumpled sheets of the bed.He’s still here.That’s the very first thought that crosses my mind—a fleeting realization that brings an unexpected warmth. The second is how seamlessly his presence has woven itself into the fabric of the space beside me, as if he was meant to be there. His breathing, languid and steady, fills the quiet room. One arm is bent above his head, the other rests near my waist—not quite touching, not claiming, just existing. Waiting.Always waiting.I slip out of bed, careful not to disturb him, and reach for my robe, tying it with a
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Chapter: The Night I Took ControlAureliaPower bends easily.I learned that lesson in the quiet corners of my childhood—repeating it like a solemn prayer until it nestled into my bones, an instinctive response to a world that demands strength.Men, I discovered, bend even easier.Yet tonight, control thrums restlessly beneath my skin, fidgeting like a wild animal yearning for release. From the confines of the car, the city outside flickers and glimmers, raindrops dancing on glass, scattering streetlights into a kaleidoscope of colors. I watch, somewhat detached, as if peering through a distorted portal. My reflection hovers faintly within the glass—perfectly poised, my hair a dark waterfall cascading over my shoulders—a woman untouched by accusations of frailty.And yet…I unfasten my cufflink, the small metal click sounding almost like a whispered protest against the mounting tension. I fasten it again, but the act provides no comfort.“Home, Ms. Blackwood?” my driver inquires, his tone respectful yet probing.I pau
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