THE BILLIONAIRE'S FORGOTTEN NIGHT
WARNING: THIS BOOK MAY CONTAIN STEAMY AND EROTICA CONTENT WHICH IS HIGHLY PROHIBITED FOR KIDS UNDER +18.
“Do you eat pussy for a living,” I muttered between moans as his tongue rolled deeper into my pussy entrance, clearing out the last residue of orgasm like a pro. In a second, I could feel my inner muscles stretched down his shaft as he slid his huge cock into me again. I held his waist firmly with my two hands as he thrusted into me harder and groaned in pleasure.
“Fuck you Charles,” I mid-screamed as I remembered how my ex, Charles always told me my pussy dries up quickly. But, here I am still wet as fuck after my second orgasm.
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Five years ago, Aria’s life fell apart in a single night when she caught her boyfriend cheating on her with her own best friend, a heartbroken Aria drowned her pain in alcohol and ended up spending the night with a stranger whose name she didn’t even know. Weeks later, she discovered she was pregnant. She dropped out of college to raise her son alone as she struggled to give him the best life. Unknown to her, the stranger who got her pregnant was Xavier Beaumont—the billionaire heir to one of the country’s most powerful old-money families.
Fate revisited her when an old philanthropist visited the hospital her son was admitted after he got injured during a football game at school. The philanthropist could not ignore the striking resemblance between the child and his own grandson.
As old truths started to resurface, Aria found herself pulled into a world of wealth, power and deception. Will she be able to navigate through the heat of the elite circle?
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Chapter: CHAPTER SEVENTY-ONEXavier's POVHer voice came through the phone like the word had been knocked out of her rather than spoken."The engagement," I repeated. "We're postponing it."There was deafening silence. Not the silence of someone trying to process the whole situation. The silence of someone buying time to find the right angle to come in again."What do you mean postponing?" She asked slowly. Like if she said it slowly enough it would mean something more different."Exactly that.""You cannot postpone an engagement party that is set to happen five days from now, Xavier. The invitations are out already. The venue is confirmed. Are you listening to yourself at all?""This engagement is postponed indefinitely for now," I replied firmly. "The party is postponed indefinitely.""Indefinitely now!" She smirked. "It is postponed until I have full clarity on the DNA leak." I maintained my stance.The line went quiet again, the only thing I could hear was the rise and drop breathing."And what exactly is yo
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Chapter: CHAPTER SEVENTYIvanna’s POVA screenshot of Arthur’s statement with a voice note attached to it was sitting on my phone. I refuse to read or listen to it. I refuse to believe everything I see on social media. How could tables turn this much and so soon?Then I put my phone face down on the bed and sat there.The room was quieter than a cemetery. I had been awake since early hours of the morning, staring into nothing in particular. Sleep had suddenly become a negotiation I had been losing nightly. My thoughts were all crazy and messed up. This is not my reality. It will never be. I picked up my phone and summoned the courage I never had from wherever and read the statement I refused to read. Arthur defended and now accepted both Aria Ashford and her son into the family. Like the Beaumont family owes her a debt that cannot be paid no matter how they tried.I dropped the phone before it could slip from my hand.One thing about Arthur Beaumont was that he understood exactly what words could do when y
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Chapter: CHAPTER SIXTY-NINEXavier’s POVI couldn’t sleep a wink. The problem here was the name plate.I had earned that plate. Seven years of diligence hardwork. I had never once seen anyone question the position I was sitting in until now.This week was the first time.I came back home, tired. I couldn’t eat before slumping into sleep. It was my alarm that woke me up by five the next morning.The first thing that crossed my mind was my grandfather’s public statement. It had been registered in my subconscious. I couldn’t bring myself to do anything at all, I just lay in my bed staring at the ceiling.At around seven, I managed to stand up, brush my teeth and make a cup of hot chocolate. My eyes didn’t leave my phone for a second, all I looked forward to was the notification ping.Then, I heard it. I rushed toward it.I, Arthur Beaumont, patriarch of the Beaumont family and founder of Beaumont Group, wish to make the following formal announcement.My great-grandson, Bryan James Ashford, son of my grandson Xavier
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Chapter: CHAPTER SIXTY-EIGHTXavier’s POVThe board meeting was set impromptu. I wanted them to arrive uncertain.I called the legal counsel to make sure the Beaumont Group’s board charter is available on my desk in the next thirty minutes. They had been careful enough with their choice of word that it could be framed as a reasonable request. Careful enough that if I refused, they could position my refusal as the problem rather than the letter itself.They were all seated when I walked in.Nine faces were seated around the conference table. Robert Fedson at the far end, his countenance composed like that of a man who had decided his position was defensible and was prepared to defend it. David Kingsley sat beside him, calm in the way that people were calm when they had been told what was coming and had time to properly arrange themselves. The others ranged from neutral to visibly uncomfortable.I sat at the head of the table.“The motive of the letter sent will not be honored,” I began without any further ado.
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Chapter: CHAPTER SIXTY-SEVENArthur’s POVThey had started coming in by one-thirty, Only two of them sent an excuse message in the morning, Ronald and Jason.Ronald said he had a prior engagement ceremony that couldn’t wait, while Jason said he was down with fever and had to visit the hospital. Of course, I knew both excuses were fabricated. I stood near the fireplace as they all gathered, each seated comfortably in the sitting room sofa. Margaret had arranged the seating in a broad semicircle facing the front of the room, enough for everyone, nothing about the arrangement suggested hierarchy beyond the single chair I would be using, which was positioned slightly forward of the rest.I had chosen the estate's main sitting room deliberately. Clifford sat in the third chair from the left.He was dressed in a black tuxedo which I know of course would cost a fortune, his countenance underneath it was stern and cold, like he always was. “Thank you all for honoring my invitation,” I started. “This meeting will be b
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Chapter: CHAPTER SIXTY-SIXXavier’s POVThe share price had dropped by four points already by the end of the day.I was watching it when it happened, live feed on the monitor on the left side of my desk. I kept one monitor running during trading hours specifically so I never had to be told what the market was doing. I watched it drop from the open. Slow at first, the kind of movement that could be attributed to general market noise if you weren’t paying attention. Then faster. The directional decline that told you it wasn’t noise.It was a response.To what I can discern from this. The market had read the week’s news cycle: the DNA scandal, the suspension, the voided suspension, the qualifications complaint and had decided collectively, that the Beaumont Group’s CEO had a judgment problem.Four points lost already in one day.I moved away from the live feed for my own mental cautiousness.One thing that I know with utmost certainty is that: this was planned, either precisely or not.The public narrative this c
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REBORN TO BE A BILLIONAIRE
Serena Vale gave everything to her husband; her loyalty, her dreams and the best years of her life. In return, Adrian Laurent betrayed her, discarded her, and left her to die the moment she became inconvenient—or so she thought. But Serena survived.
Four years later, she returns as Selene Arden, a mysterious billionaire with beauty, power, and influence beyond Adrian’s reach. While he struggles to save the empire he built, the woman he once humiliated now stands among the elite he could never compete with. As buried secrets begin to surface, Adrian confirms Serena’s death was never an accident. And the woman he humiliated may be the only person capable of destroying him.
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Chapter: CHAPTER SEVENTY-NINEADRIAN'S POVMy security chief was the one who intercepted a fragment of communication from Damien's network three days ago, and that fragment led me to a residential relocation in the Arthon district. And the same led me to the Pentlow Close address. I drove there myself. I parked two streets away and walked the rest.The street was quiet. I recognized Selene's car parked on the street. There was a dim light behind the curtains of number fourteen. The same address I was sent.I stood on the pavement for a few seconds hesitating before I finally walked to the door and knocked.Nobody answered. So, I tried the handle. The door unlocked and I walked inside.The hallway was narrow and dim. I could hear voices from the front room, it was two of them, controlled but carrying heat underneath the control I recognized immediately.Selene. And Leonard.I stopped at the doorway and peeped through the slightly opened door.Leonard Arden was standing near the far wall. Selene was in the center
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Chapter: CHAPTER SEVENTY-EIGHTDAMIEN'S POVCeleste opened the door in a silk robe and the look of a woman who had been awake for hours pretending she wasn't waiting for someone.She looked at me. Then past me at the empty driveway. Then back at me."It's past midnight, Damien.""I know," I replied. "Are you going to let me in?"She stepped back for me to call in and I went inside.The Laurent family manor was quiet and elegant the way large houses were quiet late at night, empty of the noise that usually filled it. I already knew Adrian wasn’t at home, my people had confirmed his car left the estate four hours ago and hadn't returned. That was precisely why tonight worked.Celeste led me to the sitting room without asking why I was there yet. That told me something. A woman who didn't know why you came to her house at midnight would ask immediately. Celeste knew why I was here, or better still she’s very good at pretending.She sat down but I remained standing. I find that standing gives me a certain advantage w
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Chapter: CHAPTER SEVENTY-SEVENDAMIEN’S POV Selene's attention was entirely on Leonard. Everyone who thought they had been watching me had only been seeing what I wanted them to see. The actual operation had been running in a separate mode entirely. I picked up the burner phone from the table and dialed on it. The recipient answered on the first ring. "We're moving now," I said. *** The target has never been the boy. I know y’all must have assumed Ethan was my primary bargaining chip, but it was far from that. Let them watch Pentlow Close. Let them watch Leonard. While they did all of that, I had something else entirely in mind. The evidence package. Routed straight to the Criminal Prosecution Unit. The prosecution unit had received the package through Adrian's formal filing and had opened a case file on it already. They had begun the process of verification that would eventually produce the formal charges that made everything Selene and Adrian had built toward legally actionable. But that process
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Chapter: CHAPTER SEVENTY-SIXSELENE'S POV The folder in my hands fell and crashed in the floor. "When?" I demanded, half standing before I sat back in the chair. "In four months' time, or probably sooner depending on how the situation turned out." I stood up finally. “Excuse me for a minute.” Sonia nodded in agreement and I hurried toward the hallway. I dialed Foster’s number immediately I was out of sight and earshot. He answered immediately like he always does. "Run a full check on private adoption channels, mostly with wealthy couples living abroad with no children, and had been on the private waiting list for three years and below. I want everything you can get. And I want it as soon as possible." I could hear keypad taps in the background. "I’m working on it right away," Floyd replied. “But there’s one more thing, Ms. Arden. I was about to call you too when you called.” I straightened. “Do you have any news?” “My team detected that Leonard left his estate about forty minutes ago and his destination
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Chapter: CHAPTER SEVENTY-FIVESELENE'S POVHe was standing right in front of me in the doorway.My son was right in front of me but he couldn’t recognize his own mother.If there was a day I regretted ever changing my face, it is today, right at this moment. And the most disheartening part: I have to maintain my steeze and composure.He walked in, and I looked at him properly. He wore a grey long-sleeved top and navy joggers, too long at the ankle and folded over.His dark hair was slightly disheveled. He has a game console in both hands. He was looking at Sonia with the impatience of a child who had a problem and expected it fixed. I wish he could look at me like that too, even if it was for just a few seconds.But he didn’t look at me yet.I exhaled loudly and they both looked at me. Sonia cut me a reference look, but I felt too apart from my world. I was feeling what my face was going to show because if I fell apart the moment he looked at me, I would frighten him. And that was the one thing I would not do.
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Chapter: CHAPTER SEVENTY-FOURSELENE'S POVI reached the entrance of the building and the door opened before I knocked.Sonia Adler was shorter than her voice carried. She looked like a woma in her forties. Her natural hair was pulled back tight with a face that stayed. She stepped back and let me in without a word and I did.The hallway was narrow with a single bulb overhead. She walked ahead of me into the front room and I followed, scanning as I moved. Two doors off the hallway, stairs ahead, no visible third person on this floor. The front room was barely functional with a sofa, a coffee table, and a lamp in the corner producing the warm light I had seen shifting behind the curtain from the street. On the coffee table was a folder, a cup of tea that had probably gone cold, and what looked like a child's scribble face down beside the cup.I looked at the drawing.She saw me look at it and she turned it over.Her action caught my attention but I left my expression bare.“You know why I’m here,” I broke the s
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