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 5
The Maybach's engine let out a low, powerful growl as it pulled away from the Vance estate, merging into the dark Manhattan traffic.
With a soft mechanical hum, the privacy partition behind the driver's seat rolled up, completely sealing off the back of the car.
Aubrey pressed her back hard against the passenger door. She pulled her knees slightly toward her chest, trying to put as much physical space between them as the leather seat allowed.
The neon streetlights flashed through the tinted windows, casting harsh shadows across Callum's sharp jawline.
Callum reached up, his long fingers violently yanking his silk tie loose. He let out a dark, chilling laugh that made the hairs on Aubrey's arms stand up.
He suddenly lunged forward.
His large hand slammed against the window right next to Aubrey's head. His other hand gripped the edge of her seat. He trapped her completely in the cage of his arms.
The overwhelming scent of his cologne and the raw heat of his body sucked all the oxygen out of the small space. Aubrey couldn't breathe.
"Did you have fun?" Callum gritted out, his eyes burning into hers. "Hiding in Hollywood for four years? Playing your little games?"
Aubrey forced her chin up. She met his furious gaze, making her voice sound as bored as possible. "The weather in LA is nice. The parties are better."
The careless words snapped the last thread of his control.
Callum's hand dropped from the window, his fingers clamping around her jaw. He forced her face up, his grip bruising.
"Why?" he demanded, his voice cracking with a raw, violent pain. "Why did you drug me? Why did you throw me away like a piece of trash?"
A sharp ache pierced Aubrey's chest. She wanted to scream the truth, to tell him it was to save his life. But she swallowed the blood in her throat and forced a cruel smirk.
"It was a transaction, Callum," she whispered, making her eyes look empty. "We slept together. I used your family's name to get a few contacts. When I got what I needed, the transaction ended."
Callum's chest heaved. His eyes turned bloodshot, filled with a terrifying, primal rage.
He didn't speak. He crushed his mouth against hers.
It wasn't a kiss. It was an execution. His teeth scraped against her bottom lip, biting down hard enough to draw the metallic taste of blood.
Aubrey let out a muffled groan of pain. She brought her hands up, hitting his solid shoulders, trying to push him away.
Callum caught both her wrists in one hand. He slammed her arms up above her head, pinning them against the cold glass of the window. The old, faded white scars on his knuckles scraped roughly against her delicate skin, sending a sharp, grounding sting through her trembling pulse.
His mouth softened slightly, the brutal biting turning into a desperate, starving invasion. He kissed her like a dying man drinking water.
Aubrey felt the violent trembling of his chest against hers. The iron wall around her heart cracked. A single, hot tear escaped the corner of her eye, sliding down her cheek.
Callum tasted the salt.
He froze. His body went completely rigid. He pulled back just half an inch, his forehead resting heavily against hers. His breathing was ragged.
"Don't run again," he whispered hoarsely, sounding completely broken. "If you run again, Aubrey, I will burn your entire world to the ground just to keep you."
Aubrey turned her face away, breaking the contact. "It's over, Callum. There is no starting over."
Callum let out a cruel, breathless scoff. "In this game, I'm the only one who gets to say when it's over."
The Maybach glided to a smooth stop outside her luxury apartment building in Brooklyn.
Callum released her wrists. He sat back in his seat, instantly pulling the cold, untouchable billionaire mask back over his face.
"I'm sending a doctor tomorrow morning for your ankle," he stated, looking straight ahead. "Do not refuse him."
Aubrey didn't say a word. She shoved the door open and scrambled out of the car, limping wildly into the bright lobby of her building like a fugitive.
Inside the dark car, Callum watched her disappear through the glass doors. The obsession in his eyes was absolute.
He pulled out his phone and dialed his executive assistant.
"Helen," Callum ordered, his voice like ice. "I want a full background check on Aubrey. Every person she talked to, every place she went for the last four years. I want it on my desk by morning."
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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.
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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?"