My Former Flame: The Tycoon Novels & Stories

My heart raced, a mix of love and anticipation, my skin tingling with the memory of his touch. The beach was quiet, the waves lapping gently, the pines casting long shadows. I kicked off my sandals, the sand cool beneath my feet, memories flooding—our passionate night here, his hands on my skin, the paparazzi flash that sparked the TMZ scandal. Justin’s press tour, his family’s gradual acceptance, our Met Gala triumph—each had built us stronger. Yet Xiamond’s media shadow lingered, her Paris buzz a reminder of my old fears. Could I, Kayla Reed, once a waitress, truly claim this life with a billionaire?

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.

I glared at them and said sternly, "Give it back." They ignored me and tugged even harder. I had no choice but to try and pull it back. Riley sneered. "Jared, some things never change. What now? Are you going to drop to the floor and play the victim to get sympathy? I know you're good at that pathetic pity act. It's disgusting." Benjamin's driver hurried in from the entrance. "Mr. Prescott, Ms. Prescott has arrived." Everyone's faces lit up with anticipation. "I heard that Ms. Prescott left right at the height of the financial boom. She's spent all these years building her career abroad. The Prescotts wouldn't be where they are today without her. She's done most of the work herself."

My heart felt lonely and devoid while my whole body seemed into be in flames. I reached for my pillow and embraced it tenderly just to confuse my mind that I was not alone. In a flash, I felt that my mind's unsettledness had to do with my recent appoint in the board. Before that I was just a very innocent, thought free and dedicated to my domestic chores and my husband. However, it was now apparent that my heart was going under rapid transformation the moment I interacted with the members of the board especially the obsessed secretary, Sammy.

But he did. His father was caught embezzling company funds and was stepping down. Thus, one of his uncles was taking over. And that uncle was Don. The same person who was overseeing the Damapol project. If word got out in the Scavo family that he had been making reckless promises to his girlfriend using his name… Just the thought of what would happen to him made his chest tighten. Without another word, he shoved Olivia to the ground. “This is over.” He turned and walked away.

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."