The Billionaire's Stolen Night: Little Darlings' Sweet Revenge

Three years of loveless marriage turned her from an angel into a black widow.
That night, she roughly bound his wrists with his tie and straddled his waist. As she leaned forward, her scarlet silk nightgown slipped off one shoulder, revealing a tantalizing curve of flesh beneath.
"Enjoying this, Alexander?" she chuckled softly, her fingertips trailing slow and deliberate over his chest, teasing the tense ridges of his abs. "Hard but can't move—feeling frustrated?"
His eyes darkened, the desire within nearly exploding. He resisted, fought back, but completely crumbled at her touch.
"Sienna," his voice menacing, "you asked for this!"
A sharp snap—the tie broke. He lunged like a beast, slamming her beneath him, his scorching hardness pressing between her thighs, claiming her with no escape.
By daybreak, she left behind divorce papers, a hundred-dollar bill, and a taunt—"This is all you're good for."
Five years later, she returned as a rising star in the medical field, accompanied by a pair of twins who bore a striking resemblance to him. He pinned her against the wall, showing her a thick medical file: "Chronic poisoning."
Her pupils constricted. As a top doctor, she instantly understood what this meant.
"I never touched you because I didn't want you to mourn a dying man," his voice was hoarse. "I made you hate me so you wouldn't have to cry for me."
His eyes darkened, the suppressed anger threatening to consume her: "So, these twins... are they mine, or someone else's?"