My Former Flame: The Tycoon Novels & Stories

He was healthy then, and we didn't have money problems. Things are not the same now, I warn myself silently. I'm not Beta Joe’s precious daughter right now. I’m a flower, prostitūting myself to get out of the mess caused by our money problems. Like that's not bad enough. I'm falling for my client. A male who has no interest in me. The wolf he considers a curse doesn't even want to touch the real me. All he wants is the Butterfly. The flower. Which isn't me. He just wants to claim her. The same way Tyrel was keeping me around to finally claim my mating night.

According to him, the owner of the idea would bleed them money before they even started seeing tangible profits. But he couldn’t say that to Olivia. Not when he needed to marry into an unsuspecting second tier family for a better shot to take over his family’s company. “What would I ever do without you?” She sighed, forking a beef into her mouth. As she chewed, her eyes fell on a familiar face outside the building, handing a sweating man a towel.

A small plan started to form in my mind but I needed to gather as much knowledge as I could. “Who is he, truly?” I turned to face my grinning father and for a moment he seemed to enjoy Declan’s misery so much that he forgot his hatred for me. “Robert’s bastard son. He’s made a name for himself in Italy, Spain, Paris and South America. They call him The Tycoon of Rome. He’s quite brilliant.”

There is nothing interesting going on the television except for some sport review, but just as the attendant comes in with a saucer bearing a flute of champagne and a smaller plate with a snack in it, the discussion ongoing on the TV changes from sports to the business world. This, howver, catches Adrian’s attention. “So, it has become the hottest news of the day as two very different people have been caught on multiple dates, and ordinarily, this would have been something for the entertainment segment, but when it comes to the one and only Damien Blackwell, famously known for his reclusively and cold lifestyle, it is a completely different ballgame.” At this, Adrian sits up. “Who is this lu

"Her mother drove mine to an early grave. These six years have been her penance. And she's deserved every moment of it." "Besides, I've said it before. My wife will be Bianca Tyler, and no one else." "Marrying her secures the Tyler family's port smuggling routes. That's all that matters." So, what I thought was love was nothing more than an elaborate act of revenge. Every one of his embraces was a calculated lie. Fine. It was time for me and our unborn baby to disappear from his world completely. ... "Stop worrying about her and focus on planning the engagement ceremony with Bianca. As for Jasmine Blakemore... I have my ways."

The guy that I thought would love me for the rest of my life. I didn’t know what was wrong with me. Why wasn't I still enough for him when I had already achieved everything a woman could be proud of? I was the heiress to the Greyfur Pack. I was the next Luna, and he was supposed to be my Alpha, who would unite strength with our pack. Tyler was an honorable man. He owned many charities all over the city and had a kind heart that no one saw because he was always known as a proud and arrogant Alpha who loved to brag about his wealth and titles.

"Yes. It was... complicated. He never loved me. The marriage was a mistake from the beginning." She reached across the table and squeezed my hand. "I'm so sorry you went through that." "It's okay," I said, smiling faintly. "I'm in a better place now. Actually... I'm married again." "What?!" She nearly choked on her coffee. "Already? To whom?" I hesitated. I couldn't tell her it was Oliver White, the richest, most powerful man in the country. She wouldn't believe me. "Just... someone who treats me well," I said softly. "Someone who cares about me."