
Seduce & Break: Billionaire's Sleepless
Jennifer Lawrence · Ongoing · 393.1k Words
Introduction
What he never expected was that the gift he so carelessly threw away would become the most powerful man's cherished lover.
When my ex-husband knelt before me, that powerful man pulled me into his arms.
"Pregnant with my child," he murmured, his voice a possessive growl, "where do you think you're going?"
Chapter 1
The amber lighting in the presidential suite cast an intimate glow across the spacious room.
On the king-sized bed, Scarlett Mellon, head spinning from alcohol, traced her lips along the handsome stranger's throat, her movements deliberately seductive.
Earlier that day, she had stumbled upon her husband, Wesley Ross, at the hospital with his mistress, who was getting a prenatal checkup. The mistress was pregnant.
He wouldrather father a child with his mistress than with her, his lawful wife.
He claimed she was "tainted,"that even touching her made him sick.
Four years ago, right after their wedding, Scarlett's father, Owen Mellon, had been suddenly arrested. While desperately searching for information about his case, she'd been drugged and assaulted at a hotel one night, losing her virginity to an unknown attacker.
After that, Wesley never touched her—no, that wasn't quite right. Wesley had never touched her at all.
But if her husband wouldn't touch her, surely someone else wouldn't find her so repulsive.
Someone like this man beneath her, who was far more attractive than Wesley could ever hope to be.
Though they'd only just met at the bar, his looks were truly one in a million.
After Scarlett's teasing kisses, the man suddenly flipped their positions, pinning her beneath him.
The tension between them was electric.
When he hesitated to continue, Scarlett wrapped her pale arms around his neck, tilted her face up to kiss him, and whispered enticingly, "I'm clean, I promise."
"Are you sure about that?" His deep voice was beautiful, but the question made her chest tighten. It sounded as though he found her dirty too. The rejection stung, mingling painfully with her desperation.
Whether it was her tears or her words that affected him, he finally lowered his head to kiss her.
Their lips had barely touched, the kiss growing passionate, when a loud bang interrupted them.
"Security check. Open the door."
The lights flicked on. Scarlett's alcohol-fogged mind cleared instantly as she looked up, falling into the dark depths of this stranger's eyes, feeling like she might drown in them.
Her heart raced traitorously. She'd never been in this situation before and had no idea what to do. The knocking continued insistently.
The man finally got up to answer the door.
Scarlett took the opportunity to sit up, head still spinning as she leaned against the headboard. Her body felt weak, yet she wrapped her arms around herself nervously.
How had she ended up in this situation with a stranger?
"Mr. Boleyn, excuse me," A voice came from the doorway.
"Come in and check?" The man's invitation carried an unmistakable authority beneath its casual tone.
"Everyone knows Mr. Boleyn doesn't entertain women. Sorry for the disturbance."
The voice disappeared as the door closed.
Scarlett exhaled in relief, only felt embarrassment and helplessness wash over her. Her first attempt at something like this, and it been interrupted by a security check.
"Shall we continue?" The deep, seductive question floated to her ears.
Scarlett looked up. The man was leaning against the liquor cabinet by the door, his long legs crossed casually. His posture was relaxed yet somehow regal and untamed.
His narrow eyes studied her playfully as he twisted the ring on his left hand—an incongruous gesture that somehow perfectly blended bad-boy charm with untouchable sophistication.
This was the first time she'd encountered a man like him. Not only was he devastatingly handsome, but he possessed a unique allure that masked the sharpness beneath.
That's why she'd approached him at the bar.
She had mistakenly assumed he was just a male escort working there.
But from what had just happened,it was clear he wasn't an escort—his identity was far more significant.
If a man like him discovered she was a married woman trying to seduce him, she'd probably be unable to show her face in this city again.
She stood up unsteadily, wringing her hands anxiously.
"I'm sorry, I've had too much to drink."
"Getting scared now?"
The man approached her with long strides, his fox-like eyes watching her with amused skepticism.
Her heart raced wildly.
Especially when he stopped in front of her and she caught the scent of his cologne mixed with his natural pheromones. Whether from the alcohol or his proximity, her heart pounded even faster.
He gripped her chin, letting out a soft, mocking laugh. "Weren't you quite eager to seduce me earlier?"
His tone wasn't harsh or gentle, but carried both seduction and warning.
She swallowed nervously, unable to read his intentions yetknowing she couldn't risk angering him. She offered a diplomatic excuse.
"The security check earlier—it wasn't safe."
The man chuckled softly, his mockery subtle. "And if it were safe, you'd sleep with me?"
Scarlett's head was tilted back, forced to meet his gaze. The corners of her eyes were tinged with red as she stared at him directly, resembling a frightened rabbit—vulnerable and irresistible.
She didn't answer, and he didn't press her further. He released her chin and returned to the liquor cabinet.
The clink of a bottle against glass filled the silence as the strong scent of whiskey permeated the air, making Scarlett's headache worse.
She was caught in an awkward position— unable leave because the security team might still be outside, yet staying without continuing their encounter left them as two strangers in an increasingly uncomfortable situation.
After what felt like an eternity, the man's emotionless voice broke the silence.
"They've gone."
They—meaning the security team.
He was telling her it was safe now, subtly asking whether she wanted to continue or leave.
Scarlett quickly grabbed her purse, making her decision. "I'm sorry for the trouble."
The corner of the man's mouth curved into a mocking smile, but he said nothing. Scarlett took his silence as acceptance and headed for the door.
When she successfully exited the room, she sighed in relief and hurried toward the elevator.
Inside the room, after finishing his drink, the man moved from the liquor cabinet toward the bathroom. Halfway there, something sharp dug into his foot. He lifted it to find a silver bracelet gleaming on the floor.
He crouched down and picked it up. It was definitely a woman's accessory, and no woman had been here except Scarlett.
He stood and tossed the bracelet onto the nightstand.
Scarlett had leftthe hotel and had just hailed a taxi when her best friend, Briar Reed, called.
"Scarlett, where the hell did you go? I've been looking everywhere for you!"
Scarlett didn't know how to explain what had just happened. After sliding into the cab, she answered casually, "Briar, I'm heading home."
Tonight, feeling miserable, she'd let Briar drag her out for drinks. Then she'd spotted that man at the bar and approached him, wanting to forget everything in a meaningless hookup.
On the other end, Briar, relieved that Scarlett was safe, hung up.
Scarlett leaned against the car window, gazing blankly at the neon lights outside—flashing on and off, on and off.
Her life had gone dark four years ago and never brightened again.
Four years later, she was still drowning in that deep, dark pool, unable to escape.
She closed her eyes, and tears slipped from the corners, disappearing into her hair amid the colorful reflections from outside.
When she entered the Ross mansion, she found Wesley's mother, Opal Adams, sitting on the sofa, her eyes bulging with accusation as she slammed her hand on the table.
"Been out finding yourself a lover, have you?"
Scarlett was exhausted and had no desire to engage. As she headed for the stairs, she replied flatly, "I was out with a friend."
"Stop right there."
Opal rose and rushed over, pointing at Scarlett with disgust. "You reek of alcohol. Clearly not with any 'respectable' friend."
"It's been four years. You've only given Wesley a daughter, not a son. You should be worried—when that mistress's baby is born, don't make a scene when it's brought into the Ross family."
Scarlett paused on the stairs. The harsh white light made her face look ghostly pale as she laughed bitterly. Wesley must have sent Opal to test my reaction!
"What are you laughing at? You think I'm making this up? Let me tell you the truth—Wesley's mistress is pregnant, and if it's a boy, he'll be acknowledged as a legitimate Ross heir. If you accept this gracefully, you'll be considered reasonable. If not, you can get out of the Ross family."
Scarlett stared at Opal's face in disbelief. Were they planning to bring the illegitimate child home for her to raise?
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#317 Chapter 317 The Tense Body Relaxed
Last Updated: 5/14/2026#316 Chapter 316 Moved and Relieved
Last Updated: 5/14/2026#315 Chapter 315 Sweet Nothings Come One After Another
Last Updated: 5/14/2026#314 Chapter 314 So Unreserved Even Outside
Last Updated: 5/14/2026#313 Chapter 313 The Deep Thoughts About Scarlett
Last Updated: 5/14/2026#312 Chapter 312 He Is Extremely Jealous
Last Updated: 5/14/2026#311 Chapter 311 Her Comfort
Last Updated: 5/14/2026#310 Chapter 310 You Have the Highest Status Here
Last Updated: 5/14/2026#309 Chapter 309 Finding Out the Person Behind
Last Updated: 5/14/2026#308 Chapter 308 Asking Clearly About the Opposite Sex Around You Because You Care
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