The Billionaire's Revenge Bride

Twisted Desires

Lydia Hawthorne walked into the grand reception of the building that housed the headquarters of Crane Holdings. The company was a powerhouse with chains of businesses spanning real estate, finance, and tech across Manhattan and beyond. Just five days after her sister had caught her in bed with Harrison, they had made their relationship public. The news had spread like wildfire through the company.

"Good Afternoon, Ma'am," the receptionist greeted politely.

Lydia didn’t bother replying. She was a striking woman in her mid-twenties with a sharp, seductive beauty. Her skin was smooth and fair, her lips full and painted a bold red. Long, straight black hair cascaded down her back, and her eyes held a mix of confidence and cruelty. She wore a tight-fitting white designer dress that hugged her curves, short enough to show off her long legs, paired with red high heels that clicked loudly against the marble floor. A expensive gold necklace rested on her chest, completing the look of someone who enjoyed the spotlight.

Their relationship had raised many eyebrows in the company, but neither she nor Harrison cared what people thought.

She pressed the elevator button, and the doors opened to an empty car. On the third floor, the doors opened again. Two young employees from the acquisitions department stepped in, saw her, and quickly muttered a hurried "Good afternoon" before scurrying off at the next stop. In just a few days of dating the boss, Lydia had already built a fearsome reputation. She had recently slapped an employee who dared to ride the elevator with her.

The elevator reached the penthouse level where Harrison’s office was located. Only his office and his secretary’s workspace occupied this exclusive floor. Lydia walked through the wide passageway. It was elegantly designed with polished dark wood floors, soft recessed lighting, and modern abstract paintings hanging on the cream-colored walls. Large windows offered views of the Manhattan skyline, making the space feel both luxurious and intimidating.

She passed the secretary’s office and noticed it was empty. Her lips twisted slightly. A weird feeling settled in her stomach.The door to Harrison’s office was slightly ajar. The unmistakable sounds of moans floated out — first soft, then growing into a clear crescendo. Lydia pushed the door open fully.

There was her boyfriend, Harrison Crane. His trousers were around his ankles as he sat on the sleek leather sofa. His secretary, Hope, bounced eagerly on top of his rigid c**k. From where Lydia stood, she could clearly see his thick shaft covered in the girl’s fluids, sliding in and out with every movement.

"What the hell, Harrison!!" Lydia shouted, her voice sharp with anger. Her eyes widened in shock, her perfectly shaped eyebrows shooting up, and her red lips parted in disbelief. Her cheeks flushed with a mix of rage and something else.

Hope jumped off Harrison’s body in panic. His c**k jerked free, still hard and glistening. She quickly grabbed her blouse from the floor near his leg and used it to cover her large breasts.

Lydia glared at Hope with pure venom, ready to pounce and teach her a lesson. But her eyes shifted to Harrison. He had a nonchalant look on his face. He wasn’t surprised or ashamed at all. If anything, he seemed mildly annoyed that his pleasure had been interrupted.

Lydia took a step toward Hope, her hand raised, when Harrison’s gruff voice stopped her cold.

"Don't you dare," he said. He remained seated, not bothering to cover himself. The only clothing on his body was his unbuttoned white dress shirt that hung open, revealing his toned chest and stomach.

He stood up slowly, tall and majestic. Harrison was a handsome man in his early thirties with a commanding presence. He had sharp facial features, a strong jawline, short well-groomed dark hair, and piercing gray eyes that could make people nervous. His body was lean yet muscular from regular workouts, and he carried himself with the arrogance of someone born into wealth and power.

He turned to Hope. "Come here!" he commanded.

Fear was written all over Hope’s face — fear of her boss and fear of what Lydia might do to her. She walked timidly toward him. Harrison’s tall frame completely overshadowed her smaller body.His next move surprised both women.Harrison grabbed the top of Hope’s head and pushed her down toward his c**k. Hope knew what he wanted, but she still couldn’t fully process the situation. What the f**k is happening? she thought. Yet she didn’t dare disobey. She opened her mouth and took him in.

"Take it all, b***h," Harrison growled, noticing her hesitation because Lydia was still watching. He pushed the full length of his c**k into her mouth, making her gag. His eyes stayed locked on Lydia the entire time.

Lydia stood frozen, shocked beyond words. Deep down, she should have expected this. Harrison had done the same thing with her while still engaged to her sister. She knew he had other women too. A strange heat built between her legs despite the anger.

"Come here!" Harrison ordered.

Lydia moved toward them without thinking. She grabbed Hope by the hair and pulled her back. Harrison’s c**k sprang free for a moment before Lydia’s mouth eagerly enveloped it. Her head bobbed up and down skillfully, her tongue working along the shaft.

Hope watched in disbelief. She was still shaking from the fear of being caught, and now this was happening. Lydia’s other hand slid under her own skirt, shifting her panties aside. Her fingers plunged deep into her already wet p***y, stroking fast.

Lydia knew she was close. She grabbed Hope by the neck and pulled her into a sloppy, tongue-filled kiss. She moaned loudly into the girl’s mouth as her orgasm hit hard, her body trembling.

She pushed Hope away and returned her mouth to Harrison’s c**k, sucking with renewed energy. Harrison now had a satisfied smile on his face. He clearly liked what he had just witnessed.

Hope grew bolder after the kiss. Her mouth found Harrison’s balls, sucking and licking them while her tongue slurped eagerly.

Meanwhile, Lydia’s head moved up and down his shaft at an impressive pace.

Harrison grunted deeply as he climaxed. He shot load after load of hot c*m down Lydia’s throat. She took every drop, her eyes watering as she swallowed.

Harrison’s legs shook. He staggered back to the sofa and collapsed onto it, gasping for breath.

"You sure sucked the hell out of me," he said to no one in particular between heavy breaths.

Lydia licked a stray trail of semen from the corner of her lip. She turned to face Hope, who was quietly buttoning up her blouse and staring at the floor.

"What's your name, girl?" Lydia asked.

"Hope, ma’am," she answered softly.

"That’s a nice name, Hope." Lydia smiled as she took a seat beside a spent Harrison. "You are fired, Hope."

Hope couldn’t believe her ears. "Fired?" Just like that? She had worked hard to get this job with its good pay. She had applied to many places before landing at Crane Holdings. She knew she had been hired partly because of her figure — her huge breasts and wide hips — but she never imagined she would be sacked this quickly.

She turned to Harrison with pleading eyes. His head, which had been tilted toward the ceiling, finally turned in her direction.

"You heard her," he said coldly. "Take your stuff as you leave. You will be sent three months’ pay." His voice held no emotion — just the flat tone of a man used to using and discarding people.

Hope stood up on shaky knees, eyes filled with tears, and made her way out the door. So this was the world of the rich and powerful she had always heard about?