My Former Flame: The Tycoon Novels & Stories

I spent the nights tangled in her embrace, exploring the depths of passion and desire in every way possible I could dream of, even after that morning I wrote the letter and tucked it beside her, I wanted to take her again and make her call my name. Now, that woman that kept moaning my name that night was thoroughly cold. Could she actually be rich now, that she got herself everything she had, without the help of anyone? I was Tyler Blackwood, how can a mere woman treat me this way? What if I took all her father had left? It was so it wouldn't go to the wrong hands, the company was already in it ruins and I saved it, I even gave her new life under a new identity. She is not supposed to talk t

Tyler stepped forward and patted her back lightly. "Look at you. No one's fighting you for it. Why are you drinking so fast? Relax, it's all yours." But Rachel barely heard him. Once she caught her breath, she instinctively looked up at him. "Since when did you have old flames? Haven't you been single for years?" People in Yurelia City nearly started suspecting his sexual orientation. Tyler raised a brow in amusement. "Does an old flame have to mean I actually dated them? What if it was someone who liked me but never said anything? Maybe she just watched from the shadows and waited for the chance to help me out?"

The rough concrete tears my pants and rips at my knees as I refuse to give her an opening to take Violet away from me. An expression of grief forms on Bella’s face as she grips the gun tighter. Her lips are white from biting them as she takes a moment to gather her words. The sound of my heavy breathing fills the silence as a calculated gaze is thrown my way. “My world ended when Whitlock Enterprises burned it to the ground, along with my future husband,” her voice painfully speaks into the dark room. A fearful pang shoots through my gut as I finally realize where this is going, but quickly suppress the realization on my face.

“ I know him.” “Calm,” Ryan whispers to me, covering it up with a cough that no one is buying. Keir puts his hand out to me, and I frown, eyeing him up and down. Is this her type? A man who spends more money on skincare than she does, one that looks as fake as the posters he's featured in? Ryan shakes his hand, once again doing damage control when no one asked him to. “Welcome to Flame Valley, Keir.” he grins, so widely that it puts him on the list of traitors I have, right next to Nova and her lack of care for loyalty.

We shared a certain, unspoken rhythm, a comparable intensity in how we approached life, which is perhaps why we connected so quickly. What unfolded last night was never part of my plans. I had sought simple conversation, a quiet exploration of a potential connection, maybe even a friendship. But the evening took a different direction. Hearing the story of her disastrous relationship with that absolute jerk of an ex, seeing the loneliness and deep sense of betrayal reflected in her eyes, pushed me to make a truly reckless, crazy offer. The most astonishing part? She had accepted. But I was undeniably glad she did. I was glad I was the one who could momentarily erase the sting of her past and

“Before, I thought the Hart family’s harsh treatment of you was just a family matter, so I didn’t interfere. But since they pushed you that far, there’s no reason for them to continue existing.” Ella sighed dramatically. “So those novels about ‘when it gets cold, the tyrant CEO makes a company go bankrupt’ are actually true?” The domineering CEO really could ruin a company with the flick of a finger. Tiesto smiled faintly. “And the part about the tyrant CEO doting on his delicate wife seven times a night—that’s true too.” He leaned down and captured her lips, biting and teasing them slowly. She felt a slight sting and a rush of sweetness at the same time. “Where did you even read that stuff?

I arch toward him, my fingers threading through his hair. Back to reality. I closed my eyes again, trying to ignore how my body still thrummed with the ghost of his touch. Tomorrow, I'll be Audrey Lane again—professional, composed, in control. I leaned my forehead against the cool window glass, watching London fade into the distance. One night of passion with a stranger. No one would ever know. And I would never see that man again. But little did I know how wrong I was.

“Move out of the way. You’ve done enough damage. Let us leave. The fire is spreading— if you stay here, you’ll die.” Tyler laughed, a harsh, hollow sound that echoed through the hallway. “Die? What do I care about dying? I’ve already lost everything. My money, my business, my wife, my home. I had a life once, Liam. I had everything I ever wanted. And then it was all taken away. I have nothing left. Nothing.”

Anya’s POV He looked right through me, like I was invisible. Like I was nothing but air to him. My stomach twisted painfully. The man who had broken me five years ago—the man I once thought I’d spend forever with—was standing right there. And now he wasn’t just anyone. He was Orion Nikandros, the billionaire who’d come to save my husband’s company.

“Let me make this clear to you, princess. I own you. I f*cking bought you. Whatever order I give, you obey.” “You don’t own me, Mr. Whatever-your-name-is! I have no business with you. I’m leaving!” I snapped, moving past him — but his hand shot out, gripping my wrist. “It’s Luca. Luca Stone,” he said, his voice low and final. “And from today onward, this is where you live. Don’t make me repeat myself twice.” He released my hand and walked out, leaving me frozen in place. My jaw dropped. Did he just say Luca Stone? The billionaire Luca Stone the man known for his good looks, his ruthlessness, his empire. I wasn’t just sold to anyone. I was sold to him.