Novel & Cerita My Former Flame: The Tycoon

POV - (Point of View) Aurora Navarro Tristan didn't come after me. And I didn't go after him. I didn't tell anyone about what I saw, not even Klaus, despite his insistence, because I knew something was wrong. He'll only know when the news is announced on TV. "Tristan Callahan is going to marry his ex-secretary, Genevieve!" I might be devastated by yet another romantic illusion, but don't think I stayed lying in bed crying over it. Tristan doesn't deserve my tears, nor does he deserve me wasting my time thinking about him.

"The time for that closed already. When you consciously killed Florian's parents, You... you burned the bridges long ago. I intend to contest this will. I have the company, and I have Florian. I have more than enough money to suck your little family dry, and leave them homeless, poor, in fucking penury. That is what you deserve. I hope you live long enough to see them come here to tell you they regret knowing you, because I will not rest, till every single penny is burnt in hell, just like your soul." I left the papers there as I walked away, ignoring all of his attempts to call me back. I opened the door, and Florian was standing eight outside. His eyes were dark, his smile small, like the

His jaw clenched and he looked at me. “Was your fiancé?” he repeated deliberately. “Yes, until I caught him in bed with someone else,” I nodded, my voice trembling. “And then he looted our savings.” His hands clenched. “He stole from you?” “Yes.” He shifted his eyes away, his face hardening, the cold glare in his eyes. Then he scoffed. “Of course he did.” “What?” “I know my son and he's a big disappointment,” Lucious said bluntly. My chest tightened. “This is awkward. I can't believe I am pregnant with my ex-fiancé’s father.”

“What?” “I know that scent,” I continued. “Shawn, that is your perfume. Why does your secretary have the same scent as you?” “Oh my God! Can you just stop!” He was on his feet now, the glass of juice shattered on the ground, and his hands folded in fists by his side. Instinctively, I took a step back. Shawn had never raised his hand against me, but I didn’t know who he was anymore. “First, you tell me bullshit about Lydia being too close, and now it is her fucking perfume? Do you know how easy it is to walk into a store and purchase Kilian Paris? I thought you were smarter than that. You always acted smarter than that.”

“Let’s burn this shit down together.” Zephyr Sylvaran POV I stormed up the staircase like the floor had personally offended me. Third floor. West wing. My suite. Luxury corner unit, godsdamn earned. Second year meant higher clearance, better rooms, and less required classes. Perks of being the most charming, least responsible godblood in recorded history. Also, descendant of the Air Goddess, Sylithia. Legacy student. Winged golden boy. Literal skyborn chaos.

Cheesy stepped inside, then his body instantly froze. At the end of the room, there was someone sitting casually but looking haughty, the man was looking directly at her. His eyes were so sharp, his lips were smirking. Of course his face was very familiar. He was Daryl Anderson Lux. The man she had been avoiding for the past six years. Daryl crossed his legs, swirling the glass of wine in his hand. "Incredibly, tonight's waitress turned out to be a former noble princess." Cheesy swallowed, but she tried to ignore the words of her former lover. "Good evening, sir. Here's your order."

Stella was nice to me and we are close enough to tell each other some important information, yet I hide the fact that Christopher Moore is the one I’m actually engaged to. The morning passed in a peaceful hum, the diamond on my finger catching the light every now and then, reminding me of the promise it held; my redemption with my Tycoon. Monday had come roaring in, leaving me buried in a flurry of tasks at work. Between handling emails, tackling reports, and preparing for the afternoon meeting, I barely had a moment to breathe, let alone find time to see Christopher. A quick text exchange was all we managed—a few shared words and a warmth that lingered even amid the chaos. He asked if I was

No, it was the sight of her dancing, twirling in the embrace of another man. Tyler’s breath hitched as he recognized Blake, a well-known billionaire in the corporate world and his former best friend turned rival. Blake had always been charismatic, effortlessly drawing people in, and Tyler could never quite shake the feeling that Blake was competing for everything....status, attention, and now, it seemed, Emily.

Because if I decided to spare her life then she would be a lifelong captive in my cage TROPES: Dark Romance/Erotica Humiliation, Bdsm Mafia Revenge Age Gap Kidnapped Obsessed Enemies to Lovers Past Trauma Family Matters ____ MY BOSS IS MY TORMENTOR Ryan Johnson, a ruthless billionaire from New York, thrives on control-of his empire, his surroundings, and everyone in it. But a business trip to India disrupts his carefully curated world when he meets Rose Kapoor, a fierce, green-eyed beauty who shatters his expectations. Unlike any woman he's ever known, Rose doesn't cower before his power or wealth, and she certainly doesn't bend to his will. She's the embodiment of everything his Indian moth

she stated, but somehow before I opened the message, I knew it had to be that bad, and the moment I did, my heart stopped beating for a while. "Tycoon billionaire Liam Brooke announces divorce from wife Hazel Wills and reveals his new fiancée, Alessandra Grey.”