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 4
Callum violently shoved Kloe's wrist away, his face twisting in disgust as if he had just touched rotting garbage.
Kloe stumbled backward, her heels catching on the stone. She fell back into the arms of her terrified friends. Her face drained of all color.
"M-Mr. Wyatt," Kloe stammered, her voice trembling violently. She tried to force a sickeningly sweet smile. "This is just a misunderstanding. She was-"
Callum reached into the breast pocket of his suit. He pulled out a pristine white silk handkerchief. Slowly, methodically, he wiped the fingers that had just touched her skin.
He didn't even look at her.
"Is this the Holder family's upbringing?" Callum's voice was dangerously quiet, but it carried across the dead-silent garden. "Screaming like a rabid dog in public?"
Kloe's face turned a sickly shade of green.
Being questioned about her upbringing by Callum Wyatt in front of New York's elite was a social death sentence. There was no coming back from this.
The socialites holding Kloe instantly let go of her arms, taking massive steps backward as if her stupidity was contagious.
Aubrey stood behind Callum. She stared at the broad, immovable line of his shoulders. Her chest tightened with an agonizing mix of longing and panic.
She couldn't let him do this. She couldn't let him tie his name to hers.
Aubrey took a deep breath, ignoring the stabbing pain in her foot, and stepped out from behind him.
"My father died before I was born," Aubrey's voice rang out, clear and cold, cutting through the whispers. She stared directly into the crowd. "I am no one's illegitimate daughter."
A collective gasp rippled through the onlookers. This directly contradicted the rumors the Holder family had been feeding the press for years.
"You're a liar!" Kloe shrieked, desperate to regain control.
Callum tossed the silk handkerchief into a nearby trash bin. He let out a dark, terrifying scoff.
He turned his head, his eyes sweeping over the crowd like a blade.
"Miss Aubrey's words are the absolute truth," Callum declared, his tone leaving zero room for debate. "If I hear one more rumor about her bloodline, the legal department of Wyatt Corp will personally dismantle your family's assets. Are we clear?"
Absolute silence.
No one breathed. No one moved. No one in their right mind would risk their family empire to challenge the Wyatt monster.
Aubrey froze behind him, her blood turning to ice inch by agonizing inch. No... it wasn't supposed to happen like this. She had spent four grueling years pushing him away, tearing her own heart out just to keep him out of this exact mess. But now, in less than three minutes, he had leaped straight into the center of her meticulously built battlefield and detonated a bomb. He was tying his name to hers in front of New York's most dangerous predators. Her chest tightened with sheer panic. Her entire plan was spiraling violently out of control.
Kloe stood frozen, her whole body shaking. She knew she was ruined.
The sound of hurried footsteps broke the tension. Beatrice Vance rushed into the garden, followed by four massive security guards.
Beatrice took one look at Aubrey's pale face and bare feet, then glared murderously at Kloe.
"Escort Miss Holder out," Beatrice ordered the guards, her voice dripping with authority. "She is clearly unwell."
Two guards grabbed Kloe by the arms, half-dragging the humiliated, sobbing heiress out of the garden and into the night.
Beatrice turned to Aubrey, her eyes softening. "Aubrey, your foot. Let me call the family doctor right now."
"I'll take her home."
Callum's voice cut off Beatrice's sentence. It wasn't an offer. It was a command.
Aubrey's stomach dropped. "No," she said quickly, stepping back. "I can call an Uber. I don't want to bother Mr. Wyatt."
Callum didn't even acknowledge her refusal.
He stepped into her space, bent his knees, and scooped her up into his arms.
"Ah!" Aubrey gasped, her hands flying up to grip his broad shoulders to stop herself from falling. Her face burned hot with sudden embarrassment.
The crowd gasped again, eyes wide with shock. The untouchable, ruthless Callum Wyatt was carrying a controversial actress like a bride.
Callum ignored them all. He carried Aubrey across the garden with long, powerful strides, heading straight for the massive black Maybach idling at the estate gates.
The driver scrambled out, pulling the rear door open.
Callum practically shoved Aubrey onto the leather seat. He climbed in right after her.
The heavy car door slammed shut, sealing them inside.
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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.
****
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?"