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TAMING THE BILLIONAIRE; My Brother's Best Friend

TAMING THE BILLIONAIRE; My Brother's Best Friend

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last updateÚltima atualização : 2026-02-27
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Dark Romance

Contemporary

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CEO

Forbidden Love

Campus

Contract Marriage

Ethan Banks never planned to fail. Fresh out of New York University with a degree in Computer Science, he expected to land the kind of career that would prove to his family back in Bay City, Texas, that he could stand on his own two feet. Instead, New York City chewed him up and spit him out, interview after interview leaving him rejected and exhausted. He refused to run home and let his parents—or worse, his older brother—fix everything for him. He needed to make it here. On his own. When he finally secures a position at Warner Industries the largest tech empire in the city Ethan thinks his luck has turned. Until he meets the man behind the empire. Aaron Warner. His brother’s childhood best friend. His secret ex-boyfriend. The boy who once set his heart on fire, then vanished without a word. But the Aaron he knew is gone. In his place is a billionaire CEO with a reputation as ruthless as the empire he built. Cold. Calculating. Untouchable. And when Ethan demands answers about their past, Aaron offers only one shocking ultimatum: marry me—or walk away. Caught between the success he’s dreamed of and the love that once destroyed him, Ethan must decide if he’s willing to risk everything for the one man he swore he’d never forgive.

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Juanita Campel
Juanita Campel
This book is one of the best bls I've read on this app Thanks chef cos you cooked
2026-04-29 05:25:46
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inoka vinodini
inoka vinodini
what a wonderful story. Thank you author
2026-03-01 00:59:16
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Creative writer
Creative writer
my heart is aching for both characters I don't even know who I'm rooting for
2025-10-09 14:43:40
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lsimmons424
lsimmons424
It’s slow moving.
2026-02-02 22:02:49
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Stephanie Ryan
Stephanie Ryan
thank you. I really wish I could skip chapters. great story slow as nell I had to give up on it which I hate because I really do like this idea.
2026-02-26 17:24:02
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258 Capítulos
YOUNG LOVE
Ethan's povSix years ago.Aaron Warner's mouth flavored the spearmint gum and risk. Risk I knew I shouldn't desire but couldn't help anyway. His palms pushed me back into the cushioning on the couch, his long-fingered hands roaming through my hair as he had been waiting his whole lifetime for this moment. My chest pressed up and down onto his, his heat dripping through my thin T-shirt to remind me that my parents still existed, that my brother would walk in at the worst time, that breaking all the rules in the unofficial book on common sense was the very thing that we were doing.He kissed as he intended on stamping me with his symbol, like each lip touch carved his mark further onto my sternum. Aaron Warner was forever my brother's best friend—the boy who hung out in our kitchen, the boy who called me names when I was young, who grew taller, stronger, unapproachable with the advancing years. I used to sneak glances when nobody noticed. I used to wonder whether he even saw me as anyt
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REJECTION IN BOLD LETTERS
Ethan's pov Six years later.New York City looked brighter on the outside than it ever felt on the inside. Gleaming glass towers, cabs rushing through intersections, people with earbuds tucked in and their coffee cups clutched like lifelines. Everyone here seemed to be on their way to something important. Everyone except me.I adjusted the strap of my satchel, smoothed down the creases on my secondhand blazer, and stepped into the waiting room of yet another company. Seventh this month. Seventh rejection-to-be. I told myself this time would be different. This time they’d actually look at my résumé, see the potential, and maybe even give me a chance.The HR manager, a sharp-boned woman with a bun pulled so tight I wondered if she ever smiled, motioned me in. She took the folder I held out with both hands like it was already a waste of her time. My heart pounded as she flipped through the first page, then the second. For a second, I dared to hope.Then she laughed. Laughed.The sound w
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THE MAN WITH GREY EYES
Ethan's pov I pulled on the whitest shirt I owned, the one that still clung to the notion that it was brand new. It felt stiff in the collar, the cotton starched just right so I knew I was going to do something important. With it, I hung out the sharpest suit and pants I had. The black suit was a bit worn at the elbows, the most delicate sheen betraying it had seen more than one "big day." All my suits were hand-me-downs, presents from Connor in spirit if not in fit. He would remind me to "dress like a man who's headed somewhere, even if you're still standing in one place." But this one, I had worn to the graduation party just last year. I recalled the champagne spills I had worked so hard to clean, the backslaps by profs who barely knew my name, and Connor's thunderous laughter on the corner of the leased hall.I put on the pants, tugged the shirt over my shoulders, and stood in front of the mirror. My hair, normally dirty blond but probably going to look like a haystack if not work
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PEOPLE YOU USED TO KNOW
I blinked once. Twice. Three times. As if, by sheer force of will, the man in front of me could blur into a stranger, fade into the crowd, disappear back into the years where I'd last laid eyes on him. But no. Aaron Warner was there, standing, unyielding, like he had every right to be in my now. His jaw was chiseled, his black hair cut into a harsh something, his suit fitted to within an inch of its life. And on his feet—Balenciaga. Real ones. He used to always mock brands, call them superficial. Now he was wearing them like they'd been stitched into his flesh.But the shoes didn't gut me. It was the look. The same gray eyes I used to memorize in the dark, the same ones that gentled for me six years ago, now slid over me like I was something vile on the bottom of those designer shoes.Then he spoke, and his words destroyed whatever fragile hope had started to build in my chest."What the hell are you doing?" His voice snapped like a whip. Cold. Unrecognizable. "Walking around with a h
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THE OFFER
Three weeks.That's how long it had been since the humiliating event outside Warner Industries. Since Aaron Warner had looked at me with those cold eyes and spoken to me as if I was nothing more than dirt on his thousand–dollar boots. Since the coffee seared through the pristine lines of his suit and through whatever strand of hope I'd been foolish enough to hold in my chest.Three weeks, and still nothing.Not from Warner Industries. Not from any of the other firms whose clean glass doors I'd walked through with tidily stapled résumés clutched in my hand. Silence.I despised it. Despised the way every unreturned email, every rejection, reminded me of him. Of Aaron.I shattered my heart every time his face surfaced in my head, uninvited. The strong cheekbones hardened now into something unforgiving, the jawline carved from stone, the seriousness that had replaced the goofy smile I remembered from highschool. Six years ago, he was a boy still shedding his skin, laughing too loudly at C
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PEOPLE YOU USED TO KNOW
Ethan's povI woke up smiling.No, scratch that grinning.For once, the weight that had been resting on my chest was gone. Today was the day. My first day at Warner Industries. My first move towards making something that was mine, not Connor's, not my family's, not a handout.This was going to be a good day.I sprang out of bed and yanked the curtains wide open, drenching the room in morning sunlight like some soap opera movie montage. I caught a look in the mirror — hair flying out in every possible direction, eyes gleaming a little too hard with nerves — and just laughed out loud."Pull it together, Banks," I snarled at my own reflection.I dressed in the outfit I had set out the night before — clean white shirt, black trousers, black tie. I even took out the gel and smoothed my curls back, trying to look more sophisticated, more. corporate.But as soon as I caught sight of myself, I stopped dead in my tracks.That wasn't me. That was a person who was too willing to fit in somewhere
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LINES I SHOULDN'T CROSS
Aaron's POVWhat the fuck.What the actual fuck.It was going to be easy.I just had to just ignore him — pretend he wasn't even standing there, stuff all of those memories back in that locked little box I'd been pounding shut for six years.But since when has Ethan Banks ever been the kind of guy you can ignore?I sat across from him behind the conference table while he listened to Maxwell, one of my shrewdest analysts, talk about Q4 expectations. He was focused, nodding, pen tapping against his pad.I wished I could despise him for how intent he was.But I couldn't.Not when my heart was pounding out of time in my chest just for having him in the same room.Not when he looked like that.God, how was he even in New York?When he had crashed into me three weeks ago in the lobby, coffee spilling everywhere, it had taken every bit of myself not to grab him there, not to slam my lips into his like I used to.Things have changed.I am no longer the foolish young man that I used to be.I a
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A SPLASH OF DOUBT
Ethan's POVHe was a goddamn dick, and I'd be damned if he would be the rain to my sunshine.He needed a project review?Fine. I'd give him a project review that would blow his stupidly beautiful hair right off his arrogant head.I pushed all thoughts of him — of us — aside. I didn't need them. I didn't want them.He didn't need me.So I wouldn't want him.My throat was scratchy from the amount of times I'd swallowed through that meeting, the amount of times I'd looked at him and locked eyes with him, which he ignored, pretended not to have seen.He disappeared. He vanished. And it wasn't that there wasn't effort put into finding him. I made those telephone calls, knocked on those doors, begged for information — he chose to vanish.I was not going to pretend that seeing him had not stirred something inside me, had not opened a box that I had taped shut a long time ago. I was not going to pretend like his voice, his eyes, his obnoxious commanding presence didn't mess me up all over ag
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A HELPFUL PINKY
Ethan's POVI tugged at my shirt collar and undid the first three buttons, gasping for air. The office was too quiet, the air too still, and my head seemed like it was spinning in circles. My screen stared back at me with all the progress of an empty grave. I had the title. I had the general idea. That was it.It was now 7:13 p.m. and I'd achieved nothing concrete.I sighed in frustration and rocked backward in my chair, pinching the bridge of my nose.Why did it feel like Aaron Warner was in my head, tapping his finger against the inner wall of my skull and whispering, You can't do it. You're going to fail.Like hell I would.I’d give him something so polished he’d have no choice but to respect it — or choke on it.There was a soft knock at the door.I didn’t even bother lifting my head, just grunted, “Come in.”It had to be security or someone who forgot their badge. Everyone else had gone home hours ago.The door creaked open and a small voice said, “Um… hi?”I looked up.Mandy
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the sting of jealousy 
Aaron's POVI finally logged off my computer, the last few lines of numbers blending together before dissipating from the screen. The office was silent now, the hum of the building settling into its nighttime drone. I leaned back, letting the leather of my chair creak beneath me, and just stared into the darkness.This wasn't something new.I worked late almost every night. I convinced myself I did so since I was a workaholic, that I needed to squeeze out every final drop of productivity from the day — but I knew the truth.I remained because I hated going home.Home was isolated.Home was teasing.It reminded me of all the wrong choices I'd made as a human being. All of the secrets I'd kept. All of the lies I'd told. All of the people I'd pushed away — starting with Ethan.I pushed the thought away and grabbed my bag. No good could come from letting myself think about him.The building was quiet as I made my way down the hallway, my shoes echoing off the marble floor. I was halfway t
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