BEG FOR ME, BILLIONAIRE
First-Person POVGirl PowerDark RomanceCEOArrogantHidden IdentityRunaway with a BabyRevengeSecond Chance
Ivy was auctioned into marriage by her greedy uncle to arrogant billionaire Cyrus Wray as settlement for a debt. Cyrus treated the marriage as a joke — a signature on paper, nothing more. When Ivy discovered she was pregnant, Cyrus laughed.
"Prove it's mine."
She walked out that same night and never looked back.
Five years later, Cyrus is dying. His kidneys are failing and no donor match exists anywhere. His doctors deliver one final truth — only a direct blood relative can save him. A mutual person betrays Ivy's location for money and Cyrus arrives at her small town door — pale, weakened and humbled.
But what destroys him isn't seeing Ivy.
It's the five year old boy standing behind her — wearing his exact face and his exact eyes.
Ivy smiles slowly.
"You wanted proof. Here he is. Now beg."
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Chapter: Chapter Twenty Five: A Borrowed DinosaurI stood in the hallway for longer than I planned.Eli was back at the kitchen table. The ankylosaur was in its place at the front of the formation. Everything was exactly as it had been before Maude arrived and nothing felt the same.I could not stand alone in the hallway with that half second on her face for the rest of the evening.I texted Talia. Coming over. She replied in four seconds. Door open."She came without calling," Talia said."Yes.""To your door. No warning. Just arrived.""Yes.""And you let her in.""Eli was at the table."Talia picked up her coffee. Set it down. Picked it up again without drinking it. Three movements that told me she was working through something she hadn't decided how to say yet."What did she say to him," she said.I told her. The stegosaurus. Maude crouching slowly to Eli's level. The question he asked about the grey eyes. The three words she gave back.Some of them.Talia was very still."Some of them," she repeated."Yes."She looked at her cup
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Chapter: Chapter Twenty Four: Maude Comes to See the BoyI still hadn't replied to Cyrus's text by Saturday morning.Not because I didn't know what to say. Because the name I suspected needed more than a text message and I was not ready to give it that yet.Friday I worked. Saturday I took Eli to the market and watched the street the way I had been watching it all week. Sunday the same. Three days of carrying something and not putting it down.Monday afternoon I was in the workroom with the door open and Eli at the kitchen table in the middle of a dinosaur formation he had been constructing since breakfast and instructed me not to disturb.Someone knocked.I looked through the window first. The habit had stayed and I did not think it would leave anytime soon.A woman I had not seen in five years.Silver hair worn with the precision of someone who had never once allowed it to be otherwise. A coat that announced money without trying to. The particular posture of a woman who had spent decades walking into rooms and never once considered that t
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Chapter: Chapter Twenty Three: Talia Goes On Record"Don't go outside."I hadn't moved from the window.He arrived twenty minutes later with Rhys and two men I didn't recognise who spoke to each other quietly and positioned themselves along the street with the practiced efficiency of people who had done this many times before in many different cities. The journalists watched them arrive and photographed that too.Cyrus came inside.He stood in my kitchen with his coat still on and his phone in his hand and told me what he knew. The leak had come from inside Ironveil City. He had a name. Alden was already moving. Legal notices by noon.None of it undid the article. None of it removed the photograph from the internet or gave me back the morning I had spent inside eight paragraphs that called me calculating without once checking whether I was.I stood at the counter and listened to him.This was the thing I had not prepared for. Not the journalists or the article or even the photograph of me at the school gate. The thing I had not prepare
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Chapter: Chapter Twenty Two: The ArticleTuesday evening I had stood in my kitchen doorway long after Cyrus disappeared around the corner.Wednesday I made Eli's breakfast and did the school run and worked through two hems and told myself I was not thinking about ankylosaurs in coat pockets or batteries in third drawers.I was thinking about both of those things continuously.Thursday morning my phone buzzed at six forty three.I was already awake.A news alert from an app I had set up years ago and completely forgotten about.The headline filled the screen.DYING BILLIONAIRE'S SECRET ILLEGITIMATE SON — The woman who hid his heir for five years.I read it once.There was a photograph of me outside the school gates. Taken without my knowledge from a distance, slightly blurred at the edges but unmistakably me. There was one of Cyrus — gaunt, expensive, coat right, the particular look of a man being photographed without knowing it. The article was eight paragraphs long.It called me calculating. Deliberate. Strategic. It said I
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Chapter: Chapter Twenty One: Cyrus TriesTalia sat down beside me without asking.She didn't say anything about what she had watched from three stalls away. Didn't ask about Alden or what he said or why I was sitting on a bench in the middle of a packed-down market like someone who had lost the thread of the afternoon.She handed me the rest of her coffee and waited.Eli climbed into her lap within thirty seconds. Second tart in hand. She didn't ask where he got it."You alright?" she said. To me. Quietly."I don't know yet," I said.She nodded. That was the right answer and she knew it.We walked home together and I spent the rest of Saturday with the information Alden had given me sitting in my chest like a stone I had picked up and couldn't put down.He came looking. One morning. Empty rooms. And then he left.Sunday I made Eli pancakes and fixed a hem and walked to the end of the garden and back twice for no reason I could explain. I did not call anyone. I did not decide anything.I just carried it.I didn't tell Cyrus I
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Chapter: Chapter Twenty: The Night He Came LookingHe replied in four minutes."Thank you. Ten o'clock."I sat with the phone in my hand and the kitchen quiet around me and thought about what I had just agreed to. Not the visit itself. What it meant that I had agreed without hesitation. That the yes had come before I had consciously decided to say it.I put the phone down. Made Eli's dinner. Did not think about it any further because thinking about it further was not something I could afford on a Thursday evening with a five year old asking about the relative merits of broccoli versus carrots with great seriousness.Saturday morning Eli wanted the tarts.He had been raising the subject since Thursday with the patient persistence of a child who understood that repetition was a legitimate negotiation strategy. He mentioned it at breakfast. He mentioned it to the ankylosaur at breakfast. He mentioned it on the walk there twice."I know," I said. "We're going.""The sugar ones specifically.""I know, Eli.""Not the jam ones. The sugar one
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Faking his wife, carrying his child.
ActionContemporaryDark RomanceCEOHidden IdentityRuthlessAffairLove-TriangleTwist
One night. No names. No promises.
Nova Chen thought she'd never see those grey eyes again.
She was wrong.
When her twin sister Lyra panics days before her arranged marriage to Damien Cross — Halvenmoor's coldest, most powerful billionaire — Nova does what she has always done. She steps in. One ceremony. One signature. One week, then she disappears and nobody gets hurt.
Except Lyra never comes back.
Now Nova is trapped inside a mansion full of secrets, living under her sister's name, watching her lies multiply by the day. The staff notice everything. The mother-in-law suspects something. And Damien himself watches her across every dinner table with those pale grey eyes that see far more than he lets on.
Those same eyes she last saw in a dark courtyard three months ago.
Before she knew his name.
Before she knew she was pregnant.
Nova is carrying the child of the man she is deceiving — a man who does not forgive, does not bend, and is already circling closer to the truth. And somewhere in the city, her sister is hiding with a dangerous man whose agenda could destroy everything Nova is desperately trying to hold together.
She came to buy Lyra one week.
She stayed because leaving would cost her everything.
And the billionaire who was never supposed to matter is becoming the one thing she cannot afford to lose.
One wrong choice. One impossible secret. And a love built on borrowed time.
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Chapter: Chapter Forty-Four: Pax RespondsThe person sitting in the Cross Corporation building in the city was dealt with by ten in the morning.Valour left at seven forty-five. He came back at eleven with the specific expression he wore when something significant had been concluded and he had decided the conclusion was correct. He went directly to Damien's study. The door closed. Twenty minutes later it opened and both of them came out and the estate shifted in atmosphere — the particular change that happened when the weight of something urgent had been lifted and replaced with the weight of something that now needed to be built.Isolde was already working on the legal filing.I went to my studio and sat at my desk.Found myself instead looking at the sketchbook that had started all of this — the one Damien had moved to the library table and placed open to the portrait page, the one that had changed the shape of everything in this house. The sketchbook that had been a hiding place and then a communication and then something
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Chapter: Chapter Forty-Three: What's on the Drive"They know," Damien repeated.He said it quietly, looking at the road ahead, filing it rather than reacting to it."Who is the contact," I said. "The one inside Cross Corporation.""Dorn doesn't have a name yet," Valour said. "Just the message and the timestamp. He's working on the number.""How long," Damien said."An hour. Maybe less if the number is traceable."In the back seat Lyra was very still. I could feel her stillness — the specific quality of someone calculating the cost of both options."Lyra," I said.She looked at me."Do you know who the contact is," I said. "Inside Cross Corporation."A pause."I saw a name," she said carefully. "In the files. I didn't have the context to understand whether it was relevant. I didn't put it on the drive." She paused. "But I remembered it. Every detail I saw in those files, I memorised. Because I understood they were the only thing I had.""What name," Damien said.She told him.Valour went very still in the front seat.Damien said nothi
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Chapter: Chapter Forty-Two: Northern Coast"How far behind us is he," Damien said.Valour was already on his phone. "The car left twenty minutes before we did. If he's returning directly, we have fifteen minutes at the property before he arrives. Possibly less.""He drives fast," Damien said.I sat in the passenger seat and watched the coastal road unwind in the headlights and thought about fifteen minutes.Fifteen minutes to get in, find Lyra, get out.Lyra who had been surviving in a stone building for weeks. Who had called me from the next room with Pax twenty feet away. Who had packed a bag and been ready for four days.She would be ready. That was what I held onto during the forty-three minutes of dark road. Not the plan. Not the timeline. Just the specific certainty that my sister, whatever else she was and whatever she had done, was not someone who waited without preparing.The property appeared at the end of a narrow coastal road — a converted farmhouse, old stone, set back from the cliff edge. Lights in two windows. O
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Chapter: Chapter Forty-One: The Search"Alright," I had said.And then Damien had nodded and we had stood in his study with the weight of what came next sitting between us, and then he had said Valour was already moving and I should try to sleep, and I had gone back to my room and lain in the dark until four in the morning listening to the estate do the specific things it did when people were moving through it with purpose.At four the baby moved. Twice. Definite and unhurried, like someone reminding me they were there regardless of what else was happening in the house.I pressed my hand flat against my stomach and lay still and listened to the corridors and thought about Lyra in a stone building forty minutes north with a man in the next room.By morning, three things had happened that I wasn't told about directly but understood from the specific quality of the activity below my studio window.Dorn had been called back to the city to use his professional network — property records, business registration cross-references,
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Chapter: Chapter Forty: Lyra's Fear"Lyra," I said. "Where are you."Not a greeting. The only thing that mattered in the first five seconds was location, because Pax's voice was in the background and she had called me anyway and both of those things together meant the window for this conversation was very small."I can't say." Her voice was low. Careful. The voice of someone speaking at a specific volume for a specific reason. "He's in the next room. I have maybe five minutes."Vesna looked at me from across the desk. I put the phone on speaker, low volume, and held it between us."Tell me what's happening," I said."I don't know where to start.""Start with what's wrong. Right now. Today."The pause of someone who has been holding something for weeks and is deciding how much they can say in five minutes with a man in the next room."I saw things," she said. "In his files. Paper ones, in a case he keeps locked. I found the key two months ago." She stopped. "Nova. The things I saw. They weren't about you or the arrangeme
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Chapter: Chapter Thirty-Nine: Lyra Was Never Safe"Someone in this house already knew we were looking."Damien called Valour immediately. Two words and a number, standing in the middle of my studio with his phone already at his ear. Isolde closed her laptop, said she needed to go, and left with the quiet urgency of a woman who understood the next few hours required different tools than the ones she had brought.I sat in the studio after they left and looked at the timeline still spread across my table.The insider.Someone had run a search on Pax Rancour's name in the Cross Corporation internal system at six forty-five this morning. Before any of us had said his name. Before Isolde arrived with her records. Before this morning's session in this room had begun.Which meant one of two things.Either someone had been tipped off that we were investigating Pax specifically — which required access to our conversations, or to Dorn's research, or to Valour's overnight database pull.Or they had been watching the system independently, had alr
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