Bride of the Billionaire Beast

Alexandra smiled as she warmly greeted all the guests at her wedding. There were more than five hundred people, almost all of them celebrities or major players in the global chocolate industry. And in her own way, Alexandra Kingsley was a celebrity too. She was a wealthy heiress from California, and despite losing her parents at the age of fourteen, she had grown into a strong, hardworking woman. At twenty-two, she was successfully running her family's company and had just married the man she loved. She had everything. Her life was perfect. But as she went looking for her husband, Albert Blackwell, she had no idea how fast that happiness was about to crumble. Alexandra searched throughout the mansion, but she froze in place when she passed by her cousin Claudia's room. Inside, she could hear the unmistakable moans and gasps of two people having sex. Then, all of a sudden, Claudia said a name that knocked the air out of her lungs, "Albert! Yes! Don't stop… More! More! Yes! Ahhh!!!

And because there's nothing stronger than the will of a woman hell-bent on revenge, Alexia took the files home, barely slept, and when the sun started to rise, the error finally revealed itself to her. "Someone's stealing from him," Alexia grinned, rushing to make coffee just as Howard stumbled out of his room, half asleep. "What's going on? Why are you screaming like a cat in heat?" he grumbled. "Someone's stealing from Scott Hamilton!" Alexia exclaimed, full of excitement. "No one's untouchable in this world—and someone's robbing the ogre! That means I've got my way in!" But Alexia would soon realize her excitement was a bit premature. As soon as she told Mr. Garrick she'd found something off in the numbers, her supervisor snatched the documents from her without even asking where the problem was. "I should be speaking directly with Mr. Hamilton about this!" she declared, unaware of Garrick's true intentions. "This is way above your pay grade, Miss Hartley," the man snappe

Scott narrowed his eyes. He wanted to strangle that woman with his bare hands, but he wasn't a stupid man. "Put the documents on my desk. Tell Garrick to wait," he ordered, and a moment later, he was alone. Scott inhaled slowly to calm himself and sat down. He picked up his favorite pen and opened the folder. He'd seen this contract before. He'd skimmed the numbers and hadn't spotted anything wrong. But the handwritten notes in neat, feminine script told a very different story. He leaned forward, going over the data again and again. The numbers didn't lie. She had caught a small discrepancy—one that could cost him millions over the next three years. "Shit. The witch was right," he hissed. And that also meant something else: Garrick had tried to deceive him. He buzzed him in, and the moment Garrick stepped through the door, Scott pounced. "Why the hell did you try to hide this from me?!" Garrick turned as pale as a sheet. "I… I didn't… She submitted a sloppy report, sir, a

Scott leaned on his desk and exhaled all the air he'd been holding in, suddenly realizing his heart was racing like a thoroughbred."I hate her," he growled through clenched teeth—but a moment later, a smug smile crept across his face. His revenge was already in motion. From that day on, Alexia's promotion became her personal hell. The executives hated her, and her own team of analysts despised her for taking over their former supervisor's job.Day by day, Alexia sank deeper into a pit of frustration. She'd come to this company with a clear goal, but it was quickly becoming a nightmare. Her coworkers constantly belittled her, excluded her, and treated her with open hostility. Reporting anything to Human Resources was pointless. It felt like the boss himself was encouraging the behavior. They spoke to her with disrespect and tried to push her around at every turn. But despite the pressure, Alexia refused to back down. She doubled down on her investigation, determined to find the

It didn't take long for a reply to come back. [Consider it done.]And for the next four hours, Scott sat restlessly, waiting for Alexia to wake up. When she finally did, the first look she gave him was pure accusation."I'm really sorry about what happened," Scott said, as Alexia pushed herself up, her eyes glassy with the effort. "Why would Mr. Hamilton be sorry about an accident that happened to his most hated employee…?" "Alexia—" "…Unless it wasn't an accident," she finished. And the look on Scott's face told her she'd hit the mark. Everyone had scattered the moment she approached that coffee machine. "Did you do this?" she asked, sharp and direct."Of course not!" Scott growled through his teeth. "I'm an asshole, yeah—but if I wanted to break you, I'd use more effective methods than blowing up a damn coffee maker in your face." "Oh really? Like what?" "Like firing you," he said bluntly. "I like messing with you, sweetheart, but I wouldn't do something that stupid.