Jerry's Pen

WARNING: THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE AND EXPLICIT SCENES, READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION 🔞 Note: This is a red hot romance short stories. Another book is inside this particular book so do not feel werid when reading it although you'd definitely find it intriguing!! The First Book Title: The Cold-Hearted Tycoon's Bride. Second Book Title: My Soulmate.(You'd see the synopsis after which this particular one has ended with a chapter that follows respectively.) ************** TITLE: THE COLD-HEARTED TYCOON'S BRIDE. BLURB "Isadora what right did you have to go shout at Rosa at her house?!!" He yelled. "I didn't do that, I just wanted her to stay away from you. I don't like the relationship you're keeping with her, I am your wife and I am jealous." "You're very stupid for that statement "my wife." Listen, you're nothing to me. This marriage means nothing to me. I married you by mistake. To me, you're just like a crazy fan, not my wife. So next time you should know where you belong. You're too low to my standards to call you my wife. And I have the right to bring any lady home because this is my house, not your father's house, you dirty thing from the slum," he said, pushing her away as he walked inside. Her name is Isadora Rowling. She was a huge fan of Leonardo Da Vinci but she accidentally ended up as his wife. He hated her because he was not planning on marrying her. She thought he would fall for her but she didn't know that he was a devil himself. What happened next? Would he eventually love her?

Omnilert is the largest and most substantial in the whole California one of the most biggest and Successful state under USA, Omnilert is a group of company that produces any kinds of machineries items Like,drill presses, agitators, hot steel rolling machines, rock crushers, band saws and many more It owned by Mason Wyatt, the most Richest man in the whole Florida Mason Wyatt also has the largest share in Princeton College, Princeton college was the top one of the most wealthiest college in California and it meant for the rich one only, Any poor or middle class kids that gain scholarship to study at Princeton college always got bully by the rich brat kids, some always drop out when they can't take the bully anymore. Hudson Wyatt the only Heir of Mason Wyatt, he was a handsome sex freak the leader of gang of bully for that matter, he get everything he want just with the snap of his finger, he fvck around and spend lavishly, he wasted anything call money without thinking twice. Having girlfriend or planning his future with a wife is never in his dictionary he has a friends who also takes after him Nolan Wesley is not anywhere different from his friends, his father Nolan Lincoln was also one of the most successful Billionaire in wholes Florida his company produced any accessories that deals with computers, either phones headset EarPods or anything, he also has shares in Princeton college and he was Mason Wyatt Friend Mason Wyatt also had a daughter, the last baby of the house Skyler Wyatt, she was a vibes on her own, the naughty virgin you will ever meet, she was a spoiled brat getting everyone on there kneels in school is her hobby, she was a bully on her own, she was the top second student in golden oaks high Isabella Bennet the most arrogant freak you will ever know, she was a spoiled brat whose matched her foot on anything calls money, her dad Everett Bennet deals with Gold mining, her mum also owns the largest shopping center in the whole Florida, she deals with anybody that glared at her twice, she never takes no for an answer, She also have a younger sister Ava Bennett the only psycho in the family she slept around like a dog and can go a miles just to slept with any man, once she has a eyes on a man he must taste him, she was also a student in Princeton college Meet Penelope Landon the most strongest and brave girl you will ever meet, she is sexy and brave she is jovial and brilliant, her parent mr&mrs Landon was poor but not beggars they sell noodles along roadside which there shop was located, Penelope was a little bit sassy but can go wides when angry, Penelope had a friends and she also had a boyfriend Meet her friend Laura Parker , Laura was a little bit different from Penelope she is the real definition of Crazy, her one punch can make you bleed the half blood in you, her parents is also rich, Parker Brooks the owner of Formonix Company which produced Robot and was popular for there amazing work in Florida Penelope and Laura was a great friends even tho Penelope was from poor family Laura never cared about that all he cared about is Penelope being a good and supportive friends to her,they are like Tom and jerry Penelope also have a younger brother Jameson Landon, he was a high school student but he was Damn handsome, every ladies at his school always get on there ten toes whenever Jameson arrived at school, and he was the top student in Golden oaks high **** What happened when Ava Became friend with Penelope just to slept with her boyfriend? What happened when Mason Wyatt got his only son married to Isabella Bennet the bully freak but on his wedding day he kissed Penelope claiming she was her girlfriend just to put an end to the wedding, what did you think will happen ? What cause the reason why Mason said his only son must marry Isabella Bennet ? What happened when Mason Wyatt said Hudson his only son must marry Penelope since he claimed her as his girlfriend ? What did you think will become of Penelope, did you think she will agree? What happened when Penelope gain admission into Princeton college and she got bully by Hudson his fiancé and Isabella? Did you think Isabella will let Penelope snatch Hudson away from her? Will Hudson Love Penelope? Penelope and Hudson live under the same roof, did you wanna know how they got so far ? Did you think there is more off about Penelope background? Will Penelope let Ava scot free after sleeping with her Boyfriend? Did you wanna know how Penelope dealt with Ava ?

WARNING: THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE AND EXPLICIT SCENES, READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION "I, Henry Ethan, hereby reject you, Niylah Harry, as my mate," his words echoed through the speaker, sending shockwaves through the crowd of students. Niylah, a 20-year-old girl, was known for being a weak omega. Coming from a poor family only made her situation worse. Despite the hardships, she managed to secure a scholarship and gain admission to the most popular school in New York, She got bullied every day because of her status. The school is filled with rich Alphas who despise the fact that she's just a regular Omega trying to find her place in between. Despite the bullied from her colleagues, she faced her studies and always prayed for a mate who would love and accept her, but her dreams were shattered when she discovered that her mate was the most popular young Alpha on campus who ended up rejecting her. Her bullying became immense when the students found out about her mate. While avoiding the student bullies, she unexpectedly found another mate who showed her care and protected her from the torment. But suddenly, her first mate, who had previously rejected her, came pleading, asking her to please accept him as her mate. Would she accept him again or stay with the one who showed her love? Why did her first mate return? And what happens when he vows to get her back at all costs?

I was the President's Old Lady - and the only reason his MC was still breathing. For three years, I ran every legal business the Serpents of Redemption owned. While Craig chased road glory across state lines, I turned a failing auto shop and a tattoo parlor into the money that kept the brothers fed, the bikes fueled, and the clubhouse lights on. Then he rode home from a two-month run with a sweetbutt on the back of his Harley - and her son. Ginger, he said, had saved his life on the road. So he put her in the main residence, in the room directly across from our bed. He handed her my ledgers and called it repayment. When her son dumped a cup of scalding coffee over my hand, Craig never checked my burns. He scooped up the boy and blamed me. His grandmother - the club's Matriarch - stood before every patched brother and accused me of hurting "family." That night, Craig told me Ginger held a place in his heart I could never reach. A debt of blood he'd honor above me. Three years. My family's fortune. My scarred hand. All of it - worthless next to his roadside savior. So I did the one thing a President never expects his Old Lady to do. I gave back his patch. Now they can keep their empty ledgers. They can play happy family in a clubhouse I built. And when this motorcycle club burns - I'll be the one holding the match.

Chloe had just given birth to twins, lying exhausted in a cramped, bustling hospital ward. When she called her husband, Julian, he was busy partying with his actress mistress. He coldly hung up on her, having already drafted a brutal divorce agreement that would leave her with a pittance. Strangers in the next bed loudly mocked her pitiful state, gossiping about how Julian was dumping her. For years, Chloe had erased her own identity to fit into his elite world, only to be thrown away like garbage. She was completely alone, clutching her helpless babies, bracing herself to sign the cruel papers just to survive. She couldn't understand why her absolute devotion was met with such chilling indifference. Why did she have to suffer this ultimate humiliation while he celebrated with the woman who ruined her life? But then, a senior doctor noticed a unique mole on her wrist and ran a secret DNA test. The results were staggering: Chloe was the long-lost daughter of the billionaire Beaumont family. With her fiercely protective parents and three powerful brothers suddenly forming an impenetrable fortress around her, Chloe picked up her phone and texted her arrogant husband. "City Hall tomorrow at 10 AM. If you don't show up, my lawyer will handle everything. And trust me, you won't like their terms."

Five years ago, I stood in the freezing rain at my mother's funeral, waiting for my husband. Blake Knight, the billionaire NHL superstar, was two hours late. When he finally showed up, he brought his rumored girlfriend, the woman he had just rented a hotel rooftop for to celebrate her birthday. Watching him defend her fake tears, my heart completely died. I took off my diamond wedding ring, placed it on my mother's headstone, and walked away from my marriage forever. I fled to London, changed my name to Ava, and secretly raised the triplets he never knew existed. I thought I was finally safe from him. But today, my kids vandalized a silver Aston Martin in our apartment's parking garage, and the owner caught my youngest daughter. My phone rang. The voice on the other end was Blake's. He had moved into my building, and he was holding my little girl in his penthouse, demanding her mother come get her immediately. Panic suffocated me. If I walked through that door, my five years of hiding would be instantly destroyed. He would recognize me, realize I didn't get rid of our child like everyone thought, and he would use all his power to take my babies away. I couldn't let him ruin my life again. "I'm just her nanny," I lied through my teeth. I frantically begged my best friend to go upstairs and rescue my daughter in my place. He bought the disguise, but now, the King of the Ice is dangerously obsessed with investigating my new identity.

After six years away, I returned to my hometown with a single suitcase and a picture of my fiancé tangled up with my stepsister. I thought it was just a simple, disgusting betrayal, but when I planted a bug in their private suite to get a confession, I heard a truth that froze my blood. My fiancé, Leo, laughed about how my own father had already signed over my mother's legacy—The Nightingale Ranch—as collateral to his powerful family. "Once this is all done, Claire will have nothing. And the woman you marry will be me," my stepsister Jenna cheered. Leo cooed back, calling me a stray dog he'd kick to the curb once he was bored, a worthless woman who couldn't even hold onto her family's land. My family had sold me out, and the man I loved was planning to leave me with absolutely nothing. I didn't cry. The pain burned away into a cold, hard hate. How could my own father conspire with them to destroy the only thing I had left of my mother? I crashed their prestigious charity auction and played their filthy recording over the speakers for the entire town to hear. But when Leo charged at me in a murderous rage, a wall of leather and muscle stepped in front of me. Kade "Chaos" Peterson, the terrifying President of the rival motorcycle club, crushed Leo's wrist and announced to the stunned room, "She's with me now."

My controlling mother forced me on another blind date with an arrogant lawyer, but an emergency call from my clinic saved me. I rushed back to find the waiting room filled with massive, tattooed men in leather cuts. They were the Serpents of Retribution MC, and their ruthless President, Knight, locked his ice-blue eyes on me, ordering me to be the sole nurse for his injured man. Trouble quickly followed. A fake doctor took me hostage at gunpoint, trying to get revenge on Knight. We tumbled down a concrete stairwell, and Knight used his own body as a human shield to save my life. But the aftermath destroyed my world. My boss threatened to fire me. My mother screamed at me for walking out on the lawyer, caring more about my "stable future" than the fact I almost died. I thought I had hit rock bottom, until Knight tracked me down. He didn't ask for my consent. He dragged me to his clubhouse, pinned me down, and had his club's serpent emblem permanently tattooed onto my shoulder blade. "From now on, you're my Old Lady." He marked me as his property, leaving me trapped between a suffocating family and a dangerous biker boss. Staring at the black brand in the mirror, I realized I couldn't be a passive victim anymore. I drove to my parents' house, pulled down my collar to show them the serpent, and finally severed ties with my past.

My stepmother’s bodyguards were seconds away from dragging me back to a life that was essentially a prison cell wrapped in silk. I couldn't even scream for help because the words always died in my throat—a clinical condition called selective mutism that felt like drowning on dry land. I had just discovered the sickening truth: my father was planning to sell me to a sleazy investor named Sterling to cover his company’s bankruptcy. They were going to drug me, ship me off to a private island, and strip away the only thing I had left—my late mother’s multimillion-dollar art trust. When I arrived at the manor, my stepmother Lydia handed me a glass of wine laced with bitter sedatives, her smile sharp as a razor. "Drink up, darling. It’ll make the transition to Mr. Sterling much easier." My stepsister Harper stood in the corner, wearing a dress bought with my mother’s stolen money, mocking my inability to speak. My father didn't even look me in the eye as he calculated my price tag, treating his own daughter like a piece of damaged, mute inventory. They thought because I didn't speak, I didn't hear them laughing about the "accident" that killed my mother or how they planned to burn her final restoration work. They assumed my silence was a sign of surrender, a white flag waved by a broken girl who would never fight back. How could the people who were supposed to be my family treat me like a commodity to be traded? Did they really think my silence meant I was weak, or that I didn't know every dirty secret they were hiding in their ledgers? I didn't drink the wine. Instead, I burst into the VIP suite of Carlisle Pierce, the most cold-blooded billionaire in New York, and slammed a crumpled napkin on his table with a desperate, last-second gambit. "MARRY ME. NOW. $1 MILLION."

She married him out of desperation, becoming the perfect docile wife while he treated her like dirt beneath his shoes. But everything shattered the night she overheard him mocking her with his friends-and discovered the necklace she'd cherished, her only link to the boy who once saved her life, didn't even belong to him. It was all a lie. No longer the doormat he married, she discards her fake identity and reclaims her birthright as the hidden heiress of Salvadore City. Now she's on a mission: find the necklace's true owner among his circle of friends, no matter how many hearts she has to break along the way. But her husband isn't ready to let go. Convinced she's playing games to make him jealous, he's blindsided when divorce papers land in his hands. By the time he realizes the woman he dismissed was never who he thought she was, she's already moved on-living her truth, chasing her destiny, and leaving him choking on regret. Some cages, once opened, can never be closed again.

I was an intern nurse working exhausting shifts, yet my mother constantly forced me into blind dates with wealthy, arrogant men to secure our family's social standing. During a terrifying hospital lockdown, an assassin disguised as a doctor held a scalpel to my throat. I was almost killed, but a high-ranking military colonel threw his own body down a flight of concrete stairs to shield me. I survived with cuts and bruises, but when I went home, my mother didn't care about my near-death experience. She was only furious that I had rushed out on my blind date with Preston, a rich financial analyst. She forced me to meet him to apologize. When Preston grabbed my arm, bruised me, and mocked my attack as a pathetic lie, my mother still took his side. "Men get angry," she told me coldly. "It's your job not to provoke them. You will beg for his forgiveness, or you are no longer welcome in this house." I had narrowly escaped an assassin, yet my own family was willing to feed me to a monster just for a fat paycheck and neighborhood gossip. My heart went completely dead. So, when the intimidating Colonel appeared, offering me maximum military protection through a sudden marriage, I didn't hesitate. I walked back into my parents' house and calmly slapped a crisp marriage certificate onto the coffee table. "I won't be apologizing to Preston. I got married today."

I was in the hospital, enduring the agonizing pain of labor, while my husband, a famous hockey captain, refused to show up. When I called him for the twelfth time, begging for him, he lost his patience. "Giving birth is a woman's job, don't bother me with this stuff." Then, I heard my stepsister's sweet voice offering him a drink, and he immediately softened before hanging up on me. I gave birth to twins all by myself. The nurses treated me with cold indifference, and the family in the next bed loudly mocked me as a pathetic "Puck Bunny" who was just an adopted orphan about to be dumped. They were right. A month ago, my husband had thrown divorce papers at me, demanding I make way because my stepsister was pregnant with his child. I thought my life was a joke. I was just a discarded prop he married to satisfy his grandfather, a fake daughter my adoptive parents only used to elevate my stepsister. I was completely alone, ready to sign the papers just to protect my two babies. But then, the head of the hospital rushed in, transferred me to the top-floor VIP suite, and handed me a DNA test. It turned out I wasn't an unwanted orphan, but the long-lost daughter of the ultra-wealthy Sinclair family who had been searching for me for twenty years. Looking at my billionaire parents and three powerful brothers who just flew in on their private jets to protect me, I picked up my phone to call my arrogant husband. This time, I was going to make him leave with nothing.

As I lay on the floor of our manor, bleeding out from a ruptured ectopic pregnancy, I used my last ounce of strength to call my husband, Cole. I begged him for help, my vision blurring. But the only thing I heard was the clinking of champagne glasses and his mistress's giggle in the background. "Stop the drama, June," Cole snapped, his voice cold. "We're about to go on stage. Don't call again." He hung up, leaving me to die alone on the Persian rug while he accepted an award with another woman on his arm. I woke up in the hospital days later. My baby was gone. They had removed my fallopian tube. Cole finally arrived, smelling of expensive scotch and his mistress's perfume. He didn't hug me. He didn't cry. Instead, he leaned over my hospital bed, pressing his knee into the mattress until my fresh stitches tore open and bled. "You embarrassed me by calling an ambulance," he hissed. "My mistress, Alycia, says you're faking it. Clean yourself up." He left me bleeding again to go announce a $10 million donation to Alycia's "groundbreaking" medical research. I stared at the TV screen, numb. The research Alycia was taking credit for? It was mine. I wrote that patent years ago under a pseudonym. They thought I was just a poor, orphan housewife who needed Cole's money to survive. They had no idea I was actually a billionaire scientist hiding my identity. I pulled the IV needle out of my arm. A drop of blood fell onto the divorce papers I had been hiding. I didn't wipe it off. I signed my name right over it. Then I walked into the bank, reactivated my dormant account with $128 million, and bought the penthouse directly overlooking Cole's house. The mourning widow is dead. The avenger is born.