Game Over, Mr. Devoss: Your Wife Is Gone
She buried Elara Cooper to become no one. He fell in love with a waitress who didn't exist.
Isla Sterling built a new life out of nothing , no father's empire, no family name, just a job, a studio apartment, and the man who made her believe she deserved it: Jaxon Devoss, billionaire CEO, husband, and the one mistake that nearly killed her. When a kidnapper's ultimatum forced Jaxon to choose between his pregnant ex and his wife, he chose wrong , and Isla paid for it with an explosion, a $10 million bribe, and a life she had to erase all over again.
Years later, Elara Cooper runs an empire of her own, raising the son Jaxon doesn't know he has. When his company comes crawling to her boardroom for a bailout, she holds all the leverage and every reason to burn it to the ground. But Jaxon isn't done fighting for her. This time, he's determined not to choose wrong again, and reclaim the family he lost.
But some betrayals cannot be forgotten, and loving him again may destroy her twice.
#Secret Identity #Secret Baby #Love Triangle, #Forced Reunion #Second Chance Romance #Redemption #Reunited Lovers #Billionaire romance.
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Chapter: Starting Over Or Trying ToChapter 24Jaxon POVMy head was pounding before I even opened my eyes.For a few seconds I stayed exactly where I was, staring into the dark behind my eyelids, trying to figure out why my mouth tasted like whiskey and why every muscle in my body felt like it had been dragged through a war.Then the memories started coming back.The bar. Ethan's voice. The drive home, my mother standing at the door and then Lucinda helping me upstairs. I opened my eyes slowly, already sensing something was wrong before I even turned my head.She was beside me. Lucinda was asleep, her hair spread across the pillow, the sheet pulled around her shoulders. For a moment I just stared at her, trying to work out how I'd gotten here."What the hell." My voice came out rough. "What happened last night?"Lucinda stirred, blinking awake, and it took her a second to register the panic in my voice before her own expression shifted into confusion. "Jaxon, what's wrong?""We slept together." It sounded more like an
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Chapter: Too Many Shots To CountJaxon POVThe bar was mostly empty by the time I got there.A few regulars sat at the counter, voices low under the music, and the bartender gave me the same look he always did when I walked in alone.Not pity. Not curiosity. Just recognition.He'd learned a long time ago not to ask questions, not after the explosion. Not after the weeks I spent drinking more than I slept. Not after I started showing up here whenever being inside my own house felt impossible.I took our usual booth in the back and ordered a whiskey before I'd even taken my coat off.Twenty minutes later, Ethan slid into the seat across from me. He was still in the same shirt from earlier, sleeves rolled up, hair slightly messy, like he'd left wherever he was without stopping to think about anything but getting to me.He looked at me for a few seconds before he said a word. Then he waved the bartender over. "Beer."The bartender nodded and walked off.Ethan leaned back. "Okay. Start talking.”So I did. I told him about
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Chapter: The Door I Didn’t OpenChapter 22Jaxon POVI came home late from dinner with a group of investors, already exhausted before I even got through the front door.My tie hung loose, my jacket was slung over one arm, and all I wanted was a shower and a few hours of sleep before another long day at the office.The house was unusually quiet.I figured Lucinda had already gone to bed, which was fine by me. I wasn't in the mood for another conversation about my mother, dinner plans, or whatever event they'd decided I needed to attend next.I climbed the stairs and headed for my bedroom. The door was closed. I pushed it open without knocking. It was my room, after all.Then I stopped.She was standing in the middle of the bedroom. Her coat was on the floor by her feet and she wasn't wearing anything under it.I honestly thought I'd walked into the wrong room. I stood there staring at her, completely thrown, while she lifted her chin like she'd been waiting for this all evening."Lucinda, what are you doing?"She bit
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Chapter: No Reason Left To StayChapter 21Jaxon POV"Marcus, we are not pushing the Riverside groundbreaking back another month.""That's not what I'm asking," Marcus said, leaning forward. "I'm asking for enough time to renegotiate the materials pricing before we lock ourselves into numbers we'll regret six months from now."Across the table, Denise scoffed. "We already promised the client a spring start. If we move it again, we look unreliable. We've already delayed once.""For reasons completely outside our control.""The client won't care.""They'll care when the project goes over budget."I sat at the head of the table listening to them go back and forth far longer than I needed to. Usually I'd have ended it ten minutes in. That day, I let them keep going.It was easier to listen to two department heads argue about concrete and suppliers and timelines than think about what was waiting for me at home."Mr. Devoss." Denise's voice finally pulled me back into the room. "You need to make the call."I looked down a
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Chapter: Grief That Didn’t MatchChapter 20Jaxon POVI was going through the final pages of a contract when my phone started ringing on the desk.I barely glanced at it at first. I'd spent most of the morning moving from one meeting to another, and the documents in front of me still needed reviewing before I could leave the office. The phone stopped, then started again a few seconds later.With an irritated sigh, I picked it up and Lucinda’s name flashed across the screen.I almost didn’t pick up the call. She'd already called twice that morning, and I wasn't in the mood for another conversation about dinner plans or whatever my mother had talked her into now.Still, I decided to answer. "I'm at work, Lucinda. You should–""Jaxon."Her voice was thin and shaking, nothing like the cheerful tone she normally used on the phone."I'm bleeding," she whispered. "There's so much blood. I don't know what's happening."I pushed my chair back and stood up so fast it scraped loudly against the floor."Where are you?""At the ho
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Chapter: A Life I Let HappenJaxon POVThree weeks after the memorial, Lucinda began to move into my home little by little.The first thing was an overnight toothbrush. I’d noticed it on a Tuesday morning, standing there half awake, staring at a pink toothbrush sitting next to mine like it had always belonged there. I didn't say anything about it, didn't have it in me to make it a thing, so I just picked up my own and got ready for work like the sight of it hadn't bothered me at all.That was how most things had gone since the memorial. Nothing changed all at once. Lucinda didn't show up with suitcases and announce she was moving in. Pieces of her life just started appearing around mine, until I stopped noticing when one became ten.A few dresses took over one side of my wardrobe, then there was a drawer in the bathroom—a pair of shoes by the entrance.Somehow she had a key now, even though I couldn't remember permitting anyone to make one.My mother started visiting more too, especially now that Lucinda was usual
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Kill Me Alpha, Before I Do (Beast Of Flames Book 1)
"You kill so wonderfully well, little Raven," he murmured, his voice incredibly smooth, "but you did a terrible job hiding yourself. That beautiful scent of yours... wood, jasmine, and blood. It's unmistakable."
Thirteen years ago, ten-year-old Romy Hawthorne hid in the vineyard and watched the Supreme Alpha, Rowan Ashwing-Kael Vexley, pull a bloodied blade from her sister’s chest as her home burned.
Now, Romy is "Viper"—a lethal, wolf-less assassin.
When a twenty-million-dollar bounty drops on the man known as the Beast of Flames, she eagerly takes the job. Her mission: infiltrate his territory, plunge a silver knife into his heart, and avenge her family.
But her target is a dangerously powerful Fire Lord who has spent the last decade hunting the real syndicate that murdered his fiancée. When Romy breaks into his stronghold, he doesn't find a victim, he finds the surviving little sister of the woman he lost.
And to their absolute horror, she is his fated mate.
Bound by an agonizing supernatural tether where every ounce of physical pain she inflicts on him is violently mirrored in her own body, Romy is completely trapped. With enemies closing in, she must make a choice: Will she fulfill her lifelong vow and kill the monster who ruined her life? Or will she surrender to the intoxicating fire of the Alpha who would burn the world down to keep her safe?
#Enemies to Lovers #Fated Mates #Assassin/Alpha #Touch Her and Die #Revenge #Forced Proximity, #Misunderstanding #Hidden Identity #Steamy.
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Chapter: Chapter 166RowanThe gray light of dawn was just beginning to seep through the high stone windows when I opened my eyes. The master bedroom was quiet, filled with the soft, steady rhythm of the morning rain tapping against the glass. Romy was curled up beside me, her head resting against my chest, her dark hair scattered across the pale linen sheets. One of her legs was hooked over mine, her body warm and soft in the cool air of the room. I shifted slightly, wrapping my arm tighter around her waist, pulling her closer so I could breathe in the familiar scent of her skin. Usually, she smelled like wild jasmine and warm honey. But as I buried my nose against the side of her neck, my alpha senses flared to sharp attention. Beneath the soft sweetness of her skin, there was something else. A faint, sharp bite of cold river water. The bitter sting of crushed pine needles. And under that, so subtle I almost missed it, the metallic tang of wet iron. I froze, my body going rigid against the m
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Chapter: Chapter 165Romy povThe smell of rot and wet pine hit my nose long before I saw the old stone storehouse tucked deep in the western valley. Rain drifted down through the high canopy in a fine, freezing needle-spray, slicking the dark bark of the trees and turning the forest floor into a swamp of black mud. I crouched high in the fork of an ancient oak, my dark leather tunic soaking up the damp cold while I counted the guards below. Two mercenaries walked the perimeter, their heavy iron-soled boots sinking into the wet leaves with loud, careless squelches. Inside the storehouse, yellow lantern light leaked through the cracked wooden shutters, casting long, wavering bars across the dark ground. My target was inside. A high-value broker named Corvin who used to manage supply lines for the old high council. He was selling off troop movements and council crests to whoever had enough coin to buy them. If he lived until morning, half the western border posts would be compromised. I waited until
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Chapter: Chapter 164RomyThe heavy stone walls of Stormveil were always coldest right before midnight. Rowan’s deep breathing echoed through the silent master bedroom, his broad arm draped heavily over my waist, pinning me against the warm wool sheets. Through our mate bond, I could feel the calm, rhythmic pulse of his wolf locked in a deep sleep. Gently, inch by inch, I slid out from under his arm. I paused on the edge of the mattress, holding my breath until he shifted onto his side, pulling a pillow against his chest without waking up. I reached under the dark mahogany wardrobe, my fingers pressing against a loose floorboard until the iron catch clicked open. Inside sat my old Viper gear—the fitted charcoal leather tunic, the dark cloth mask, and the twin ceramic daggers wrapped in soft velvet. I hadn't worn them since the high council fell. But the intelligence reports coming from the western border were clear. Small Syndicate scout units were creeping closer to our outer trade lines. Rowan was
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Chapter: Chapter 163RomyI stood close to Rowan, feeling the massive heat of his body radiating against the damp air of the high war room. I pulled my left arm from the splint, finally free after weeks of healing, felt light at my side. I flexed my fingers, testing the smooth strength in my wrist, before reaching out to rest my palm flat over the center of his chest. "It wasn't because I didn't trust you, Rowan," I whispered, looking up into his dark amber eyes. The silence between us was heavy, broken only by the steady, quiet crackle of the hearth fire as a pine log split open in the grate. The tension in his broad shoulders was still there, hard as granite, but the angry storm in his gaze had settled into something quiet and deep. "I grew up in the shadows," I continued, my voice steady as a cold mountain draft rustled through the stone window frames. "When you've been hunted your whole life, your first reaction to danger isn't to call for help. It’s to step in front of the blade. The moment I
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Chapter: Chapter 162RowanThe morning report sat open on the desk in front of me, but I couldn't focus on the numbers. Outside, sentries were calling out to one another down by the gates, their voices echoing through the thick stone floorboards as the keep slowly woke up. My wolf was practically pacing circles inside my chest. It had been like this since dawn—restless, wired, and completely unable to settle. Ever since we learned about the baby, the world felt ten times more dangerous. Every creak in the floor or gust of wind against the glass put me on high alert. I pulled the daily guard logs closer, planning to double-check the shift rotations down by the lower barrier, but a short handwritten note at the bottom of the page caught my eye. Kaelen had marked a routine battery check down in the basement server room. Except he'd noted it happening two nights in a row, right around two in the morning. Right when the golden mark usually pulled me into a deep, dead sleep. Through the high, narrow wind
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Chapter: Chapter 161RomyDeep beneath the high courtyard of Stormveil, the silence was total, broken only by the rhythmic drip of water leaking from a cracked stone drainage pipe fifty feet away. The icy air of the subterranean vault smelled of old ozone, charred insulation, and wet slate. I sat crouched on a overturned wooden crate before the matte-black military console, my face illuminated by the pale, sickly green backlight of the terminal screen. My left arm was held tightly against my side in its cloth sling, the splint heavy and awkward, but my right hand flew across the mechanical keys with fluid, mechanical efficiency.Beside me, the iron-jacketed decryption token was slotted into the auxiliary port, its internal processor humming at a high, microscopic frequency as it chewed through layers of military-grade encryption. The data streams I had intercepted twenty-four hours ago were expanding into a massive, intricate map of illegal transactions. I wasn't looking at basic logistics anymore. I
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Chapter: DRAINED BY THE VAMPIRE 4Elara povHe began to touch me again. His palms slid over my arms, then the soft sides of my waist, then down to the insides of my thighs. Each pass left a faint trail of goosebumps as he took his time, fingertips barely grazing, learning the shape of me like he had all night.He bent his head and kissed my neck, then my collarbone, then the soft spot at the base of my throat. His lips were cold, but every place they touched stayed warm after. He was marking me, one small kiss at a time.His hand moved between my legs. I locked up for a second, waiting for roughness. But instead, his fingers parted me slowly, sliding through the slick wet folds.Shame flushed hot through my chest–I was soaked, and he could feel every bit of it."So wet," he murmured, his breath cool against my ear. "Your fear, your arousal... they taste the same to me. Both mean that you're giving in."He found the small hard nub of my clit and began to circle it with his thumb, light at first, then firmer. A sharp sp
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Chapter: DRAINED BY THE VAMPIRE 3Elara povHe reached out and hooked a finger into the neckline of my shift. He pulled, and the thin fabric tore and fell away, leaving me completely bare. The cold air of the room made my nipples peak into hard, tight buds.I gasped, my hands flying up to cover myself, but he was faster. He caught my wrists in one of his hands, his grip was firm, immovable. He wasn't crushing my bones, but I could not break free."None of that," he said softly. "I want to see all of you, and you will hide nothing from me. Not your flesh, not your fear, and not…" He leaned in, his nose almost touching my neck, and inhaled deeply. “…not this."His other hand came up to cup my breast and I gasped, his skin cold against my heated flesh. I shuddered, a moan of pure terror escaping my lips. His thumb brushed over my nipple, and a jolt, sharp and electric, shot through me. It wasn't pleasure–no, it was too intense, too terrifying to be that, It was… stimulation, a raw, nerve-ending jolt that made my body
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Chapter: DRAINED BY THE VAMPIRE 2Elara povI stopped at the foot of the castle, staring up at a fortress that seemed to have been carved out of the night itself. The castle rose against the purple evening sky, its black towers stretching higher than anything I had ever seen. Sharp spires disappeared into the clouds, and the walls looked almost black under the moonlight.It was beautiful, but it frightened me. The air was colder here than it had been in the village. Even the wind appeared to have stopped. I smelled wet stone first, then something metallic beneath it–blood.I swallowed and followed the guard up the wide stone steps. There were so many steps that my legs began to ache before we reached the top and the doors there were enormous, made of dark wood and covered with black iron.The guard didn’t knock, the doors just opened on their own.I stopped, but he glanced back at me. “Come.”I gulped audibly and forced myself forward.The Great Hall was even more frightening than the outside of the castle. The ceili
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Chapter: DRAINED BY THE VAMPIRE 1Elara pov The night the King’s Commander came for me started like any other. The cloying scent of my mother’s stew simmered on the hearth, my father was repairing a fishing net by the weak light of an oil lamp, and I was trying to mend a tear in my own simple dress. The The knock on the door did not sound like a friendly one, It was heavy, sharp, and seemed to suck all the warm air out of our small cottage.My father froze, his hands hovering over the rough twine. My mother stopped her stirring, the wooden spoon dripping a pale broth onto the stone floor. We all knew who that was–no one usually got knocks like that unless it was the King’s men.My father straightened as much as he could and went to the door and opened it just a crack. "Yes?" he asked, his voice thin. “How may we help you?”The door was pushed open without ceremony, and in stepped a man dressed in black leather and polished steel. The King’s Commander. I’d seen him before, from a distance, during the harvest festival
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Chapter: FRANTIC LUST 4Kimberly pov The next few minutes were an eternity. We stood in our respective corners, the silence filling the room like a physical presence. The initial haze of lust was gone, replaced by a cold and sharp clarity. Every detail was hyper-real, the lingering, musky scent of sex, the rough texture of the wall against my back.I buttoned my ruined blouse as best I could, the gaping hole a constant, silent scream. I felt exposed, marked. My body ached in places I hadn't thought about in years–a pleasant, lingering soreness that was a direct contradiction to the turmoil in my head.He hadn't moved. He was just watching me, his arms crossed again. But the posture was different now, less like a cage and more like a shield. He looked as uncomfortable as I felt. The powerful, arrogant predator was gone, and in his place was a man who had just made a catastrophic mistake with a woman he couldn't stand."You good?" he finally asked, his voice rough.The question was so plain, so ridiculously
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Chapter: FRANTIC LUST 3Kimberly povHe hissed, his hips jerking forward into my hand. "Fuck, Clarke.""That's the idea, Croft," I shot back, stroking him, my thumb spreading the wetness already beading at his tip.He shoved my skirt up around my waist, his fingers hooking into the waistband of my panties. He didn't pull them down. He ripped them. The thin lace gave way with a sharp sound, and I moaned, a deep, shameful sound of pure lust.He kicked my feet apart, and then his fingers were there, sliding through my wet folds, finding my clit with unerring, brutal accuracy.I cried out, my back bowing off the wall. His touch was nothing like I imagined. It wasn't gentle or tentative, It was knowing and possesive . He circled the hard nub, pinching it, rubbing it until my thighs were shaking."Is this what you wanted?" he murmured against my jaw, his fingers working me, pushing me closer to the edge. "To get fucked in an elevator by the dinosaur?"I couldn't answer. I could only pant and moan, my hips riding
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