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 FIFTY-TWOAVA'S POVI found the address three days ago, more by luck.It was through a mere conversation in a coffee shop I had stopped at to get a cup of latte. A woman whom I later knew as Petra, who had worked as a filing clerk for the city's regulatory office for twenty-two years had mentioned it in passing to a man she was talking to over coffee, that she remembered a property transfer connected to Redwater Holdings, she said it happened twice."Twice?" I asked before I could control myself.Petra looked at me in amazement, at the stranger suddenly meddling in her talk. Then, she nodded in affirmation."First time was standard. It was registered and filed correctly." Petra said. "Second time was three weeks later. Someone wanted the original registration amended. The address was changed on the principal correspondence record." She frowned slightly at the memory. "Which was unusual because you don’t amend correspondence addresses on a company registration without a reason. The company was
Last Updated: 2026-07-13
Chapter: CHAPTER FIFTY-ONESELENE’S POV"His name is Gerald Fitch," Adrian said. "He was the lead investigator on the Westbridge accident four years ago. The investigation that went cold."I kept my expression neutral.Gerald Fitch. The name existed in the files I had assembled over the past four years. The man who had closed the investigation before it reached anything significant. "Where was this taken?" I asked."The building is a private storage facility in the east dock district," Adrian said. "Fitch visited it at three forty-one in the morning six days ago and stayed for approximately twenty-two minutes." He paused. "The facility has a registered tenant in the unit he accessed. The tenant name is a shell registration." Another pause. "The shell traces back to Redwater Holdings."The room felt very still suddenly. I stared at the photograph in front of me."Damien is moving his evidence," I said quietly."Or destroying it," Adrian said. "Fitch wouldn't be making a visit at such early hours of the morning,
Last Updated: 2026-07-09
Chapter: CHAPTER FIFTYSELENE'S POVI arrived at the municipal library first, twelve minutes before Adrian.The library smelled exactly the way I remembered it.Old paper, cedar wood and some faint metallic smell from the heating system that had probably not been updated since the building was renovated in the nineties. The kind of smell that existed in layers, each one belonging to a different decade of the same place.The third floor reading room was empty the way it always was on weekday mornings. Four long tables and wooden chairs with the specific discomfort of furniture built for function rather than comfort. Tall windows that let in grey morning light without warmth. A row of reference shelves along the far wall that nobody consulted anymore because everything they contained existed faster and more completely on a screen.I chose the table in the far corner, back to the wall with clear sightline to the door and both staircases.I sat down and placed my phone on the table and waited.Floyd had sent a
Last Updated: 2026-07-08
Chapter: CHAPTER FORTY-NINESELENE'S POV I picked up my phone and called Adrian, he answered on the second ring. "I need to meet," I said the moment he answered. The document was still spread across my desk and the specific cold clarity of what I had read was still sitting in my chest like a weighty object. There was a brief pause on his end. "When?" "Now, but not at the office. Not anywhere with cameras." There was another pause, shorter than the first. "Give me forty minutes." He ended the call without asking why. I stood from the desk and went to the bar, I poured whiskey into a glass and stood holding it while I thought about what I was going to tell Adrian and what I was going to keep. The Leonard document couldn't go to Adrian whole. Not yet. The full revelation that the man who had rebuilt me had been stealing the inheritance I was entitled to for years cannot be disclosed yet. Not to Adrian. To him I was Selene. Not Serena! Selene Arden. I was still working through exactly where the line sho
Last Updated: 2026-07-07
Chapter: CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHTSELENE'S POVThe document arrived through Clara at nine in the morning, flagged urgent, sourced from the secure archive channel Martin Reeves had been using before he went dark.Which meant Reeves had not gone entirely dark and he had chosen this specific moment to resurface what he had been holding back deliberately.Clara placed the envelope on my desk without opening it, which was her way of telling me she had read the cover notation and understood it was meant for me alone. I thanked her and waited until she closed the door before I picked it up.Inside was a single document. Eight pages, dense with financial records, corporate registration histories and a genealogical summary that looked like it had been assembled by someone with access to records that didn't exist in any public archive.I read the first page standing up.Then I sat down and read it again from the beginning.The inheritance claim connected to my mother's family line. An old fortune attached to a family name that
Last Updated: 2026-07-05
Chapter: CHAPTER FORTY-SEVENADRIAN'S POVThe Laurent residence on Marchfield Avenue had not changed in thirty-five years.That was the thing about houses maintained by women like Victoria Laurent, they didn't change because change implied that the original arrangement had been insufficient, and insufficiency was not a condition Victoria acknowledged in anything she controlled. The same pale wallpaper in the entrance hall. The same arrangement of white flowers on the console table replaced weekly by the same florist for two decades. The same smell of the house, something between cedar and expensive candles, that had lived in my memory since childhood as the smell of a place where performance was the primary language.I arrived at few minutes past seven in the morning. Damien was already there, standing near the fireplace in the main sitting room with a drink in his hand, his posture carrying its usual ease. He looked at me when I entered and raised the glass slightly as a greeting that was also a confirmation. *
Last Updated: 2026-07-03
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 TWENTY-FIVEAria’s POVI arrived at the office today at exactly eight fifty-three, seven minutes before the normal resumption time.I stopped by at Priya’s desk to pick some files, then I went to my desk and got busy almost immediately with the Harrington file, focus with the attention of a woman who had decided that professional competence was the only currency that mattered today. No room for unnecessary distraction and internal replay at work.By ten-thirty I had cleared another section of the reconciliation.By eleven, Marcus had forwarded me a secondary account to review alongside it, which I took as confirmation that the first week’s impression had held and focusing on the work was both a right decision and a functional distraction.By eleven forty-five, Xavier’s EA called down to the accounts floor.“Ms. Ashford? Mr. Beaumont would like to see you. Right at the moment.”Priya looked over from her desk with an expression she didn’t bother fully neutralizing.“It’ll be about the Harrington
Last Updated: 2026-07-09
Chapter: CHAPTER TWENTY-FOURXavier’s POVI waited outside her building for about two more minutes after she went inside.I had done that unconsciously. The light in the ground floor window of her building came on about few seconds after she disappeared through the door and I watched it without examining too carefully why I was watching it.I had used her first name deliberately when I greeted her goodnight. It wasn’t a slip.I had seen the mild shock in her before she reached for the door handle, the awareness earned the recognition.She had gotten out anyway. And walked to her door without looking back, and I think that was the correct response to a moment charged considerably longer and closer than either of us had planned.I pulled away from the kerb and rejoined the evening traffic.***The drive back to the penthouse took longer than usual, there were roadworks on the main route, a diversion that added fifteen more minutes to my drive time. It took me through streets I didn’t normally use, the city showing
Last Updated: 2026-07-08
Chapter: CHAPTER TWENTY-THREEAria’s POVI stayed longer than working hours.The Harrington reconciliation had pulled me past five-thirty, then past six, the kind of work that expanded the longer you looked at it.Each corrected entry revealing two more that needed attention, each resolved discrepancy opening a question about a related account that Marcus had flagged as secondary priority but which clearly needed to become primary. By the time I saved the file and shut down my laptop, the accounts floor had emptied completely, the overhead lights switched to their after-hours setting, low and ambient, leaving only the desk lamps of the handful of people scattered across the building still finishing their evenings.I gathered my bag, sent Marcus a brief summary of where the reconciliation stood and headed for the elevator.The building at this hour had a different quality, it’s quieter and less performative, the daytime energy replaced by a more settled evening. My footsteps were audible in the corridor in a way
Last Updated: 2026-07-07
Chapter: CHAPTER TWENTY-TWOXavier’s POVIvanna closed my office door behind her with the specific care of a woman who understood that a slammed door was a card played too early.I already read her face, quickly and diligently.She sat down across from my desk without being invited to, which was not unusual, Ivanna had never waited for invitations in spaces she considered hers by proximity, and my office had fallen into that category long ago. She set her bag on the chair beside her, crossed her legs and looked at me with the composed directness that meant she had been preparing for this conversation .“Aria Ashford,” she said, maintaining my gaze.“What about her,” I replied.“You hired her.” Ivanna’s voice was even, almost conversational, which was always the more dangerous notice with her. “She was cleaning your building barely two weeks ago and now she’s sitting on your accounts floor with a permanent contract.”“She’s qualified,” I said. “Her background in accounting is solid and we had a vacancy that had
Last Updated: 2026-07-05
Chapter: CHAPTER TWENTY-ONEAria’s POVIt was my first work day of my new position at the Beaumont Group. I arrived twelve minutes early because I didn’t trust myself to arrive on time. New environments had a way of producing unexpected delays, wrong elevator bank, unfamiliar badge protocol, the particular disorientation of a building that looked navigable from the lobby and revealed its complexity only once you were inside it trying to find a specific floor with a start time breathing down your neck. I had learned this the hard way at the accounting firm on my first day, when I’d spent seven minutes finding the bathroom and arrived at my desk flushed and slightly breathless, which was not the impression I’d intended to make.The Beaumont Group Tower was considerably more complex than the accounting firm.The HR coordinator, a pleasant woman named Chloe, met me at reception and walked me through the access setup. I was given a permanent badge, different from the temporary contractor card, with clearance to the
Last Updated: 2026-07-05
Chapter: CHAPTER TWENTYAria’s POVI was surprised when I got the appointment letter.It was a cream envelope with the Beaumont Group letterhead embossed in the upper left corner, my name written across the front in clean font.I stood at the mailbox outside my building for a moment just looking at it, the way you looked at something that had arrived from a direction you hadn’t been watching. I didn’t apply for a job position at the Beaumont Group. My only job there was the fumigation contract.I looked at the letter in my hand.“Was there a mixup?”I opened it at the kitchen table with Bryan at school and a cup of tea going cold beside me.Dear Ms. Ashford,Following a review of our internal accounts team requirements, we would like to formally extend an offer of employment for the position of Junior Accounts Associate at Beaumont Group.I read it twice. Then a third time, slowly, making sure I was reading it correctly and not constructing something I wanted to see out of words that actually said something
Last Updated: 2026-07-04
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