Bought By My Obsessive Billionaire Ex
Four years ago, to protect the man I loved from losing his billionaire empire, I drugged his drink, told him I only used him for his money, and vanished.
Now, at a high-society gala, Callum Wyatt is back. He isn't just a CEO anymore; he's a ruthless predator, and the second his eyes lock onto me, I know I am his prey.
When my wealthy half-sister publicly humiliated me, calling me the cheap bastard child of a homewrecker, Callum stepped out of the shadows. He nearly snapped her wrist in half and declared to New York's elite that anyone who touched me would be dismantled.
In the back of his Maybach, he pinned my arms above my head, his eyes burning with psychotic obsession.
"If you run again, Aubrey, I will burn your entire world to the ground just to keep you."
My heart bled. I had spent four grueling years tearing myself apart to keep him out of my messy, blood-soaked revenge against the family that watched my mother die.
But his terrifying protection only made my biological father's family target me harder, using their massive capital to buy out my movie set and crush my acting career.
They thought I would cower.
But as I walked onto the soundstage, facing the heiress trying to steal my role, I took off my sunglasses. I wasn't running anymore; it was time to make them pay.
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Chapter 2
Aubrey shoved her phone back into her Bottega Veneta clutch. The driver was waiting at the side gate.
She pushed off the wall and walked quickly down the long corridor toward the spiral staircase that led to the side exit.
The antique wall sconces cast a dim, yellow light, making the edges of the marble steps blur into the shadows.
Her mind was completely consumed by the oppressive weight of Callum's gaze. Her steps were frantic, lacking their usual practiced elegance.
She grabbed the hem of her red dress, lifting it slightly, and threw her right foot forward onto the first step.
Her four-inch stiletto slid perfectly into the narrow gap of the vintage metal anti-slip strip on the edge of the marble.
The heel snapped into the groove.
Aubrey's ankle twisted violently outward. A sharp, agonizing pain shot up her leg.
She lost her balance instantly. A short, panicked gasp ripped from her throat as her body pitched forward into the empty air above the steep staircase.
She squeezed her eyes shut, bracing for the impact of her neck snapping against the marble.
A solid, muscular arm shot out from the shadows behind her.
The arm, wrapped in a tailored suit, clamped around her narrow waist with brutal precision.
A terrifying force yanked her backward. She slammed hard into a broad, rock-solid chest.
Instantly, her lungs were filled with the sharp, clean scent of cedarwood mixed with a faint trace of tobacco.
The smell was carved into her bones. Aubrey's pupils dilated. Her heart simply stopped beating.
"Have you forgotten how to walk?"
The voice came from right above her head. It was incredibly low, dark, and laced with a dangerous rasp.
Aubrey's entire body went rigid. Her blood turned to ice.
She turned her head stiffly, her eyes traveling up the sharp line of his jaw until she met Callum's deep, freezing eyes.
The second Callum saw her face clearly, the careless indifference in his eyes shattered. A violent storm of raw, unhinged emotion exploded in his dark pupils.
The arm around her waist tightened. He squeezed her so hard her ribs ached, as if he wanted to crush her bones into his own.
Aubrey gritted her teeth against the throbbing pain in her ankle and the suffocating pressure on her waist. She slammed both hands against his hard chest, pushing with all her strength to create distance.
Callum didn't let go. Instead, he stepped forward, driving her backward until her spine hit the wooden banister. He pinned her completely between his body and the railing.
He lowered his head, his face inches from hers. His warm breath brushed her ear as he ground out her name through his teeth.
"Aubrey."
Aubrey dug her nails into her palms. She forced the cold, untouchable mask of a Hollywood actress onto her face. The corners of her lips curled into a mocking smile.
"Thank you for the save, sir," she said, her voice dripping with polite, distant unfamiliarity. "Now, let go of me."
That single sentence was a lit match dropped into gasoline.
Callum's suppressed rage from the last four years ignited.
His free hand shot up, his long fingers gripping her jaw. He squeezed hard, forcing her to look directly into his furious eyes.
"You drug me," he whispered, his voice vibrating with lethal anger. "You run away like a coward. And now you dare pretend you don't know me?"
Aubrey's heart was screaming, tearing itself apart in her chest. But her eyes remained dead, filled with nothing but cold disdain.
"I remember you," she mocked, letting out a dry laugh. "I'm just surprised the CEO of Wyatt Corp is still obsessing over a woman he slept with once."
Callum's jaw clenched so hard a muscle ticked in his cheek. His eyes turned pitch black, looking at her like a predator ready to tear her throat out.
Before he could speak, the sharp clicking of heels and the sound of women laughing echoed from the other end of the corridor.
Aubrey's survival instinct kicked in.
She lifted her uninjured foot and stomped her stiletto heel down as hard as she could onto Callum's expensive leather shoe.
Callum winced, his grip loosening for a fraction of a second.
Aubrey shoved him hard, breaking free from his cage. She didn't look back. Dragging her throbbing ankle, she limped frantically toward the heavy side door and pushed it open.
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8.3
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As Elianila digs deeper to understand what the X-variables measure and where their origin, she finds herself in direct conflict with the authorities. Soon, the System marks her and her daughter as threats - targets to be eliminated.
With a small band of colleagues and dissidents, Elianila goes on the run, hiding in places beyond the Systems reach. As they evade surveillance, they race against time to warn others, expose the truth, and fight back against the omnipresent authority of the System.
9.1
He postponed putting my name on the deed 18 times.
Each time, his mentee Ciera had an “emergency.” Each time, he ran to her.
I watched him give her his prized Montblanc pen—the one he wouldn’t even let me borrow. I saw her post their late nights on Instagram. I ate anniversary dinners alone while he “mentored” her.
Then he bought me a necklace—identical to the one she just flaunted online.
That was when I stopped feeling anything.
I didn’t cry. I didn’t fight. I simply packed two suitcases, resigned from our firm, and booked a one-way ticket to London.
He thinks I’m coming back in a week.
He has no idea I’m gone for good.
Nineteen broken promises. One silent goodbye. And a new life waiting across the ocean.
9.5
"You shouldn't be here, Fiona," his deep voice rasped against her ear, his hand still pressed against the wall behind her.
"Then tell me to leave," she whispered, her lips trembling inches from his. He didn't move. He didn't breathe. And in that moment, she knew he wanted her just as much as she wanted him.
Fiona Harry has lived her whole life in a golden cage of wealth, reputation, and suffocating rules. University was supposed to be her escape, her first taste of freedom. But nothing could prepare her for the moment she came face-to-face with Professor Jalen Hart, her father's best friend. One reckless night changes everything. A drunken mistake turns into an irresistible obsession, pulling her deeper into Jalen's forbidden world. But secrets don't stay hidden forever. Between Jude, her possessive friend who knows too much, Marian, Jalen's wicked wife, and the dangerous power of desire, Fiona is about to risk not only hers and her family's reputation but her entire future.
And what happens when the truth comes out especially to Marian?
9.0
My father was dying in the ICU, and our family company, the Martin Group, was on the verge of total collapse.
While I was desperately trying to sign the consent form for his life-saving surgery, my fiancé, Eston, sent me a text.
"I told you not to be stubborn. The company is mine by Friday. Beg me, and I might pay for the funeral."
He had been secretly looting my family's assets from the inside, waiting for me to break so he could steal everything. He thought I would crawl back to him in absolute despair, surrendering my father's legacy just to survive. The sheer weight of my helplessness crushed my chest as the heart monitor next to my father's bed let out a frantic, high-pitched scream.
The betrayal tore through me, but the despair quickly hardened into a cold, sharp stone.
Why should I let the man who ruined me dance on my family's grave? Why should I let him walk away with everything while I lost the only family I had left?
I wiped away my tears and blocked his number permanently.
Then, I stepped out into the freezing Manhattan rain and went straight to the top floor of the Maxwell building.
I threw my remaining shares onto the desk of Ellwood Maxwell—the apex predator of Wall Street, and Eston's untouchable, ruthless uncle.
"I want you to marry me," Ellwood said, pushing a marriage contract toward me. "That is the only way your company survives."
I picked up the pen. If Eston wanted to destroy my life, I would become his aunt and make him bow.
9.6
Nelson Smith has been struggling for survival due to kidney failure. Without a transplant, he has less than four months to live.
No one in his family matched after tests were done. Not even his siblings, parents or cousins, except for one person, Janice Capuno, his wife.
Janice used to be the darling of a wealthy Dynasty, until she hid her identity and married the man she loves, Nelson Smith, against her parent's wishes.
Instead of getting love, she was treated like a servant by her mother-in-law, mocked as a gold-digger by her sister in-law, but for her husband, his love towards her remained unshakable. He'd never ceased defending and protecting her from his family, that's why when the doctors confirmed her to be a match, she didn't hesitate to get herself cut open to save Nelson's life.
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There was barely thirty minutes to the surgery, and Janice was already in her hospital gown, waiting to get cut and her kidney given out to save her husband's life, when the reality of everything she had believed in came changing in her eyes.
"Babe....my phone...switch it off...battery." Nelson pointed to his bag weakly before the sedative took full action on him. Just before she'll put the phone off, a WhatsApp notification suddenly popped up. It was from Tricia, his University ex-girlfriend.
"Baby, has the fool gone into the theatre yet? I can't wait for this to be over. Once you get the kidney, we're done with her." The message read.
9.1
The best way to get back at a cheating bastard? Make him sick to his stomach for the rest of his life!
Days before her wedding, Corinne caught her fiancé cheating with his coworker in what she thought was their future home.
Furious, she tore everything apart, ended the engagement, and decided on a bold revenge plan.
To make him regret it for life, she set her sights on marrying his powerful uncle. Confident in her scheme, she tried to win over the cold, untouchable man, only to realize too late that she had mistaken his identity.
The man she married was far more dangerous than she imagined!
Corinne decided to make a quick escape. "Let's get a divorce. We're clearly not right for each other... "
He cornered her with a knowing smile, "Not right for each other? Funny, that's not what you said last night in bed. Want me to remind you how wrong you are?"